#this stream is MY comfort stream the future ones might happen but this is just. my god this stream is special to me

[flairza]

WE LOVE THE QSMP!!! GRAHHHH I HOPE THERES MORE QSMP MEETUPS AND IRL STREAMS/CONTENT SOON !!!

[drdemonprince]

I know so many people who are certain the world is about to end. They’ve felt this way since about 2016 or so. They are neurotic and unempowered, refreshing their Twitter feeds and making posts begging others to stay worried and go vote. 

Some of them are leftists, and say they wish to see an end to capitalism, perhaps even to America — but when the possibility starts actually feeling real to them, they fear crime, and chaos, and their own helplessness. They joke uneasily that we live in “The Bad Place” but they are too afraid to get to the good one. They don’t want to see an end to their quiet street corner, their cozy condominium, their favorite television shows on streaming, their door with a lock. They admit this world is hell but they try to claim their own corner of it and keep it comfortable. 

I’ve been in the exact mental spot as these people, so I don’t mean to make myself sound superior. For the longest time, all I wanted to do was find a few comforting distractions to get me through the years before my death. I went to bed with my stomach in knots, certain that one day the power grid would go dark, the water would stop flowing, and the fascists would march in the streets and no one would stop them. 

Back then I didn’t fantasize that I would do anything to stop them. I picture things differently now. 

I used to think that voting and calling representatives were my only avenues for political participation, but now I see that with every choice I am not merely voting for a better world, I am creating it. When I fund a friend’s jaw surgery, when I look an unhoused person in the eyes and ask them how they are doing, when I slow my walking speed, when I share my knowledge, I am making decisions about how the future will be. I am not powerless. I am small, and vulnerable, but I always have something to give. 

I think that when we are feeling powerless and afraid of the collapse, it’s helpful to shift our attention toward practical, empowering questions like these:

If the government collapsed today, what would I do tomorrow?

The End of the World is a big, frightening abstraction. But if some terrible disaster (or glorious revolution) were to happen today, all I’d have to do tomorrow is make a few basic decisions. What would I eat? Where would I sleep? Who would I contact first? 

At the end of the world there are still dirty clothes and rumbling bellies. Those pressing physical needs are the most immediate questions we will need to answer, not larger philosophical quandaries about what life is “for,” or what the ideal new political system should be. For those more essential questions, there will always be answers: canned food to gather, lakes to wash off in, stories to be traded across candlelight. 

The future that we expect is just a fiction we tell ourselves, and it has never been guaranteed. And so, when some dramatic change comes, we can focus not on the loss of certainty, but on the practicalities: finding shelter, getting fed, and keeping the people around us as safe as we can. This is already what life is about — and we’re all more practiced in survival than we might think. 

If the world as I know it ended, what would still be important to me?

Hitting my weekly wordcount goals wouldn’t matter at all anymore, I know that much. But in the wake of a terrible collapse I would still value my friends, my immediate family, my chinchilla, and the people I see every day. I wouldn’t be so fixated on never seeming ‘awkward’ or ‘creepy’; the moment disaster happened, I would just get over myself and knock on my neighbors’ doors. 

If the world ended, I’d stop caring about my appearance, but I’d still long for a mode of self-expression like fashion currently provides. I wouldn’t think of my writing “career,” but I’d still want to be heard. I can imagine myself giving a small speech to my neighbors, trying to persuade them to take whatever course of action I thought best. I would be wrong often and not always persuasive, but I would still get to express myself and witness how that expression influences the world. I’d take care of more animals. I’d worry less about my apartment getting banged up and wrecked. 

It’s worthwhile to contemplate the people we will become after capitalism. The rhythms of our lives will change, as will our priorities. We may harbor fears about all that may be lost, but it’s worth asking whether our possessions and favorite TV shows and Twitch streamers are really all that important. I often find myself looking forward to the person I could become in this new reality. And those thoughts often motivate me to make small changes in who I am and what I prioritize right now.

The full essay also contemplates these questions about the apocalypse:

What would I feel unburdened from?

What important work would I keep doing?

What skills do I have that people will always need? 

What help would I ask for? 

You can read the full piece for free, or have it narrated to you in the Substack app, right here.

[annisassintchaska]

You’re at Lewis’s place, just laying down on the bed watching a movie when he receives a call. "Who is it?" I asked. He looked at who it was, letting out a frustrated sigh. Then he smiled and tried to brush it off. “No one important.” He lied. "Answer it" I demanded as he tried to hang it up.

He couldn’t help but swallow thickly at my demands as he answered it and put it on speaker mode. “Hello?” He answered. Hearing a woman answering from the other side wasn't a shock until she told him that she was looking forward to another session with his dick.

His eyes widen as his heart drops when he heard her say that. He felt embarrassed when I heard that as he quickly put it on mute “It’s no one important I swear” he said nervously, trying to get out the situation. Narrowing my eyes at him, I then heard the woman go on about how she wanted to have his children in the future after our divorce, I jumped up and went into the bathroom, locking the door. He told her about my miscarriage and fertility issues my mind screamed.

His face expression went from nervous to complete fear seeing your reaction as it made his heart sink. He immediately tried to get up and followed me to the bathroom, knocking on the door, “Baby please open the door!” he pleaded. "No" I said very calmly as to not explode. Lewis tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. “Please just let me explain!” he tried to persuade as he continued to knock, his heart beating loudly by each thump. "Lewis I'm begging you please find another room to be in" I said as my voice raised a couple of octaves.

Lewis could hear from my voice that I was trying so hard not to explode right then and there. He took a deep breath and sat down right in front of the bathroom door. “Please just let me in and listen to me. I’ll explain everything please” he said. "Taking a deep breath, I told him to speak. He felt a wave of momentary relief as he heard my voice, indicating that I might be calmer. He leaned his back against the door and began speaking. “It was a one time thing and it only happened that one night at the party. I was very drunk that’s all-"

"That is no fucking excuse!" I yelled as I took up the container on the sink throwing it into the mirror and breaking it. Lewis heard the sound of glass shattering inside making him flinch. He felt his heart break when he heard that, feeling how upset I sounded. “I know it’s not an excuse but please just understand. I did it that one time… and I regret it so much so please just open the door” he said with sorrow in his voice. "If you only did it once then why does she have your number, why is it that she can call and be so comfortable with saying such lewd remarks!" I questioned as I pulled the bathroom apart breaking everything in my way, cutting and injuring myself in the process. His heart dropped even more as he began to hear glass shattering and things breaking. He immediately got up again and began to bang on the door harder. “Please stop! Please stop it!” he yelled desperately, fear in his voice as tears began to form in his eyes. His voice sounded panicked, “Don’t hurt yourself. Please just open the door, I’m sorry just don’t do this to yourself”.

"It's too late to beg Lewis, why would you do this to me?!" I screamed throwing the glass vase into the glass shower door, splinters flying and piercing my skin all over as I screamed. "You knew of my fertility issues and went to tell her!" I wailed in disbelief that my husband would hurt me this deeply. Lewis slammed his fists against the door in frustration and panic, feeling completely helpless. Tears streamed down his face as he yelled back, “I wasn’t thinking, okay?! I was wasted and I was stupid!” He paused for a moment, taking in a shuddering breath as he imagined the damage you were doing to yourself, “Please… I regret it. I regret it so much. Please open the door”.

"What if I just ended it all right here? That would feel so good" I spoke to myself even though my husband heard every word. Lewis’s body froze as he heard those words. A new wave of panic took over as he yelled my name out, banging on the door harder. “No, no please no! Please don’t say things like that. Please don’t do anything. I’ll do anything, please just open the door!” Walking on the broken glass that pierced my feet with each step, I went into the drawer taking out the gun that was kept there for protection and took off the safety which echoed in the through the door. Feeling his heart stop and his blood run cold, Lewis began to panic even more. He could only helplessly hear what was happening on the other side of the door as he slammed his body against it multiple times. “No please don’t do this. Please don’t do it please! Please open the door!” he was yelling and pleading as tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

Fighting with all his might, Lewis managed to kick the door in, flicking the gun from my hand and grabbing out the bathroom as I wailed in his arms due to his hands being in my open wounds. Placing me on the bed and carefully holding me down as to not touch the wounds I wailed until my voice was almost gone and I was in a state of drowsiness yet still heartbroken as I cried softly. "Why...just why? Wasn't I good enough of a wife for you?" I asked sadly as I sobbed into his shirtless chest. Lewis’s heart broke even more as he heard you sob. His heart ached seeing you like this. He gently moved his hands from pinning down your wrists to holding them and intertwining his fingers with yours. “Of course you were. You are an amazing wife, the best wife in the world. I don’t deserve you. I don’t know why I did something so stupid. I can’t find an excuse. I’m so sorry” he said in a defeated tone, feeling ashamed for hurting you.

"Why didn't you just let me die, it would take away the shame and hurt and disappointment from both of us" I cried. Seeing you beg for such a thing shattered his heart even more. He shook his head, holding you tighter as he spoke with a shaky voice. “No. Please don’t say that. You can’t leave me. I can’t lose you. I’ll do anything to fix this so please don’t say things like that” he pleaded with me, not able to bear the thought of me dying so young. "I don't think it's fixable. Even if it is, how do we fix this. I've had the pain for so long and it got deeper with each year that I remained unsuccessful of giving you a child, you just pushed the knife right through down to the bottom" I sniffed while looking into his eyes that held so much love for me even after what he did.

His heart sank hearing all that. The guilt and shame he felt grew even more, knowing the pain I was going through. He felt complete remorse for his actions and the damage he caused. He leaned down, gently nuzzling his head beside mine, holding me tight as he spoke with a voice filled with remorse. "We can figure out a way to fix this. I don’t want to lose you. I never want to lose you. You’re the most important person in the world to me. I’ll do anything to make things right again”.

Too exhausted from the rage, I started to fall asleep as I felt Lewis exit the room. He then later returned with a first aid kit as he cleaned and bandaged each would, placing a kiss over each one he finished while I succumbed to sleep wondering how did my marriage turn out to be a shitshow.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

@val-the-bun hits me with a padded sledge hammer in the feels with the wereharpy vaggie au thanks for that once again i inflict this ask on others as a coping mechanism >:C

val-the-bun asked:

Charlie can see the claw marks on Vaggie's side, golden blood, *angel* blood, dripping onto the floor... Her grip on the spear is shaking.

'Did you ever believe in me, Vaggie?'

Another shriek, weak and *crackling* is her only answer. Vaggie's talons fall, and she almost *leans* into the point of the spear. She can see the tears streaming down Vaggie's face.

The spear slips out of charlie's fingers. Her hands are shaking too much. She grabs Vaggie by the feathers, glaring up at her.

'Do you?'

Vaggie is *shaking*, taloned hands curling around Charlie with a *whimper*.

Charlie is clinging to Vaggie as the monster *buckles* around her. She lets out another whimper, nuzzling against her face. She cant keep her tail from curling around Vaggie, burying her face in those feathers she knows so well.

'Oh Vaggie...'

I am picturing a lot of comfort after this

Like just

Vaggie all bandaged up

And just curled up with Charlie in the lobby. And she's just gently brushing Vaggie's feathers.

'So uh, does anybody wanna explain why Vaggie Tales is doin' a heavenly werebird in hell?'

'I... I dont know. Maybe this is just... Maybe this is what happens if an exorcist stays down here?'

Eventually Vaggie starts changing back. Which, ya know, yay!

Aaaand also oh shit. Because uh. *She kind of shredded her outfit in her transformation*. And her spare one is back in what's left of the room she was holed up in.

'Oh, fuck. Uh. Blanket? Quick? PLEASE???'

Queue a very embarrassed and kind of ashamed Vaggie curled up in a *huge* blanket. But...Charlie's holding her. Vaggie may not think she deserves it, but she is.

'Please tell me I didnt try to eat anybody...'

'Oh, no my dear. Shreading on the other hand!'

Charlie gives Alastor a glare that surprisingly shuts him up. Meanwhile Vaggie has basically disappeared into the blanket, save the barest hint of white hair.

'Dont worry about it Vags, your aim was pretty shit.'

Queue a jab in the side from Husk.

'What! It's true! She missed!'

(Aaand that's all i got for this for now. Might do more in the future. Might write a fic. Who knows!)

[hotreadingwitch]

MADE TO LIE - the confession

Content Warnings/Kinks: praise kink, dominance, hickeys, scratching, cum swallowing/cum play, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected vaginal sex

BUCKY 

Bucky woke up to find the sun streaming in through the large, paned hotel window. Taking in a sleepy breath, he could barely believe how well this mission had worked out for him in the end. Though he’d almost been caught the night before, almost being forced to return to his life as the Winter Soldier, he’d also found someone who he valued as more than just a colleague or a teammate. The smile that painted his face when he turned over to see Y/n still sleeping, hair spread around her on the pillow in a messy halo and his shirt buttoned up over her frame, was both wide and pure. Last night, she’d insisted on wearing the oversized item, ignoring the fact that it looked more like a short dress on her than a shirt. He’d given in, of course, wanting her to have every comfort that she desired, especially with the complex pain he knew she must be feeling after the confrontation with the Cranes and her father. 

It took him just 10 minutes to get two coffees from a sweet barista at the cafe below the hotel and return to their suite. When he got back, Y/n was still asleep, likely exhausted. He placed the coffees on the bedside table before sitting on the edge, beside Y/n’s slumbering form. 

“Doll,” he woke her, with a gentle hand on her shoulder, his voice quiet and comforting. 

She swatted at him, her hand sharp and fast as a bullet but one that he dodged easily, mumbling grumpily, “Bucky…” 

“You’ve got to get up eventually doll, why not now?” 

“I never pegged you as a morning person” she smiled then, a small but genuine grin. 

A tense silence formed quickly in the echo of her words as her smile faltered, the events of the night before playing out in both their minds. 

“I think we should talk…” Bucky started. 

“About?” 

“Y/n…” 

“About what, Bucky?” she raised a shaky eyebrow, her calm mask cracking. 

Bucky sighed before pushing through, “About what your father sai—” 

“I don’t want to talk about that,” Y/n hesitated, interrupting before letting out a low whisper, “Talking about it will ruin everything Bucky, he ruins everything” 

He came towards her, his gaze soft, “Please doll, hear me out…If we decided to continue whatever this is I think you might be the best thing that could ever happen to me” Her sleepy eyes turned up to look at him hopefully, the sight practically breaking his heart as he pushed himself to continue, “…But I’d probably be the worst thing that could happen to you” 

“You’re wrong, you know that?” she whispered back bravely, “I’ve been through the worst already, there’s nothing you could do that could break me now…I want you Bucky, please” 

“That’s not exactly good Y/n” he sighed, frustrated but still speaking calmly, sadly, “You’ve been through so much that if I ruined your entire life you wouldn’t even blink an eye. That’s—that’s toxic. I don’t want to be the next thing that hurts you” 

“You won’t be” she stated plainly. 

“I’m not fully—“ he paused, “There’s still work I have to do before I’m good…what if I make a mistake that causes you more pain?”

“Then you’ll learn” 

He ran an exasperated hand through his cropped hair, grasping at straws, “I still have nightmares—what happens if you’re in my bed and I kill you in my sleep?”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take” she replied strongly, “Listen, I can’t picture my future without you anymore…everybody needs somebody Bucky and you’re my somebody”

“But what if I—”

“I know Bucky, I know, okay? Do you think I don’t get what it’s like to make mistakes? To have done bad things? To have regrets?” she said, trying her best to keep her voice calm despite her jumping heart rate. She took his calloused hands in her own, and he let her, “I know what it’s like to be afraid of yourself, believe me. But we can do it together, learn how to be better together…I’m willing Bucky, you just have to trust me” 

He squeezed her hands with his own, searching her eyes, for what, even he didn’t know. 

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to be the man that you need, that you deserve, and that I’ll give my all to you and it still won’t be enough. I don’t want this to end in heartbreak.” His eyes softened, misty, yet without any tears falling like he was trying to keep himself together and failing miserably. That ball in his stomach was rolling around, wreaking havoc. And yet, Y/n’s words were making the feeling calmer by the second, making him feel like he could reach for what he wanted without fear for the first time. 

“It’s always going to be a risk” 

“I haven’t taken many of those in my life, not really, but all the brave people I know have. Steve. Sam. Natasha. You…” He paused, brushing her cheek gently with his knuckle. “You have, you’re so brave Y/n, more brave than you could ever know.” 

“It’s always going to be a risk Bucky” she repeated quietly, her words striking him at his core. 

“I’ve lived a long and loveless life Y/n,” he rasped with a wet chuckle, continuing even when she opened her mouth to interrupt, “No, listen, please. Yes, I’ve had good friends and good family but never…love, not like this. I don’t want to give up on us doll—So maybe I can be brave for you if you let me, and we’ll be alright?” 

“We will be, I know it” She leaned toward him, hesitating before planting a gentle kiss on his stubbly cheekbone. 

“How?” he huffed with a small smile, having already admitted defeat. 

“I just do” she kissed his cheek again, “I just do…” 

Y/N 

His lips touched her forehead in one intimate motion before he trailed down to her mouth, capturing her in a kiss that she’d likely never forget. 

Her hands traced down from the sturdy contour of his jaw to his neck to his chest to his arms, metal and flesh, barely able to keep her hands off of him. His gaze pierced her before he tucked his lips to the crook of her neck, making her groan at the sensation. There was heat between them, sure, a heat that was quickly growing from a small flame into a full, blazing fire but it was the warmth in Bucky’s eyes, the unabashed trust, and the grounding feeling she gained from each kiss, that truly made her feel red-hot. 

She pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side before he began to unbutton his own shirt that she was still wearing from the night before. The cool air hit her nipples, making them peak. They kissed and kissed and kissed, Y/n reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck as they did, groaning into his mouth. When she finally pulled back, her eyes scanned over his body, taking his armour off piece by imaginary piece. It felt good—being vulnerable with him, touching him—so good that she felt the full-bodied sense of love settling deep in her bones. 

“Please don’t make me wait any longer” she begged, her hands grazing the band of his pants as she sat down on the bed’s edge, him towering over her. 

“The coffees are going to go cold…” he hesitated with a shy smirk. 

“I don’t care” she breathed as Bucky sunk to his knees. 

She spread her legs instinctively, needing his mouth on her more than she needed anything. In that moment, she thought she’d take a single orgasm from him over her own happiness, though, she had a feeling that he’d never leave her without either, pleasure or joy, ever again. 

“Please” her whimpered plea was desperate yet unashamed. 

When he connected his mouth to her it sent a sharp feeling instantly through her body, one that went straight to her clit. 

“Fuck” she gasped, immediately gripping her hands in his short hair. 

He kissed the sensitive area, looking up at her, “That feel good doll?” 

She ground her hips upward, arching to meet his soft lips. 

“Yes—shit—yes, it feels so good Bucky”

He chuckled darkly before reconnecting to her, his tongue sweeping over her wet hole before moving up toward her clit. He used his strong fingers to part her lips, spreading them so that he had better access to the sensitive area. He started slow, licking at her languidly, making her breath hitch and her hips buck upward restlessly. But Y/n’s low whines and her tight grip on his hair made him go faster and faster as if he couldn’t resist giving her the pleasure she craved until his tongue was moving so quickly back and forth it was a blur across her clit. 

“I can’t get over how good you taste doll—fuck” he groaned as he lapped lower with his tongue, teasing her needy hole before returning to her clit. 

She arched again, shivering at the way the slight change in angle made the feeling of his licking at her clit even more intense. 

“I can’t take—fuck—please Bucky, I need you in me now”

Removing his mouth from her, he took his fingers and caressed her sopping hole. Holding it up to the light, he groaned at the sight of her wetness. Y/n looked down, gulping as she noticed the hard, strained bulge waiting in his pants. Her eyes widened even more then, pupils blown with pure desire, as he brought her slick to his lips, tasting her without shame. “You really do taste so good” he chuckled, smiling handsomely when the comment made her flush.

His fingers returned to her hole, gently moving them around and around without once pushing into her. His small smile was dangerous. 

“You’re ready to take it doll?” he questioned, kissing her inner thigh as he teased her.

She shivered in response, whining his name, “Bucky…” 

“I asked you a question” he glared from below, his dominance taking over, “Don’t make me ask you again”

“Yes” she rushed her response, “I want it, please Bucky, I need to feel you inside me” 

He praised her skin with his mouth, tracing sloppy kisses down her neck to the space between her breasts before finally removing his pants and positioning himself in front of her. Her legs wrapped around him as she balanced her ass on the edge of the massive bed.

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes—God, Bucky if you don’t—“ 

Her words fell off in an instant as he slid the first half of himself into her. She’d somehow forgotten just how big he was, letting out a hiss and a loud moan at the immediate feelings of pleasure. 

“You’re so fucking tight around me doll” he spat out, his voice a low growl.

He was only halfway in her and still, she clenched around him desperately, needing more, more, more. 

“Deeper, deeper please” she begged.

With a huff he pushed deep into her until he was fully seated inside, her walls squeezing around him. 

“F—fuck” he growled, his breathing heavy as he started to thrust.

The feeling of his full length slamming into her was overwhelming, to say the least. It was heat and tension and desperation and adoration all mixed together. She rocked her hips along with his in perfect rhythm, moving completely in sync with him. Her breath hitched as he ground into her, placing his hands, both flesh and metal on her hips. The more she arched the better he felt inside her like he was reaching parts of her that she didn’t even know were there.

“Hold on…” he commanded, his voice dark as he thrust and thrust, “Hold onto me doll—fuck”

She reached her hands around him, scratching them down his back, making him growl. He pushed further into her, the weight of him between her legs made them spread even wider. She arched, groaning as he returned his lips to her neck, sucking, leaving a trail of marks behind, marks that declared she was his. 

“Bucky” she moaned, lost to the haze of the pleasure, “I need—“ 

In an instant his fingers were on her clit sliding back and forth across her wet pussy, beginning to please her just how he knew she liked it. His thrusts were harsh and full of need, hers as much as his. Her gaze flitted upward, startling at the pure desire that was reflected in his eyes. It felt good to be pleasured, to be worshipped by him. 

“From the moment my lips touched your body—fuck—from the moment I met you” he whispered with reverence, planting kisses down the length of her neck, “I’ve known you were the one”

“I—Bucky,” she cried out, her words interrupted by her moans. 

“Tell me doll, let me hear it,” he groaned, eyes fiery. 

“I feel the same way…about you” she whimpered, feeling her release coming closer and closer Her hands grazed over his body, over his arms—one cool metal under her fingertips and the other truly warmer than the sun, “You’ve always been the one for me” 

Bucky thrust down into her as his fingers fiercely rubbed over her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, all while kissing her neck, her jaw, and her forehead. 

“Bucky” she moaned, her breathing laboured. 

“I can feel you cumming” he strained, brushing a stray hair from her face in one intimate swipe, “so fucking tight—such a good girl for me”

She tensed before the sensitivity ricocheted through her entire being, making her chest and legs shake beneath him as he gripped her waist while the other hand played with her clit. As she came it felt like dying, an intense, body-rocking death that was quickly followed by the most glorious of rebirths. Bucky came just after her and Y/n held his shoulders as he did, supporting him like he had held her, his deep, breathy moans tickling her ear. 

“Fuck, fuck” he groaned before collapsing beside her. 

She straddled him then, easing on top of him, mindful of his still slick cock throbbing below her, leaning forward to kiss him. His strong hands ran up the length of her back, practically cradling her as he kissed her back. 

“Thank you” she whispered, feeling fully satiated and hopeful for their future.

“Thank you, doll” he kissed her cheek. Pushing her hair back again out of her face, properly gazing at her with love and affection, both their hearts feeling full. 

Bucky and Y/n’s relationship was delicate. One wrong move could cause disaster but it seemed that neither of them really cared anymore. They both knew well then that everything is always a risk. They knew too that love, true love, was one worth taking. 

A/N - This is the last chapter of this mini-series/novella!! Thank you all for so much love with this, I'll be forever grateful that the chapters have been so well-received here and on Wattpad. The epilogue chapter will be on Christmas Day or the day after!

requested account tags: cjand10 identity2212 bucky-jbb-sunshine unaxv hnnhbananananana @differenttyphoonwerewolf

[pinkboss55]

OK, the last one for @artsybun

This time featuring ANGST!!!

Usagi fond Leo floating on top of the water covered in fishing nets. Panicked, he tried to untie his friend, but Leo's tail was especially tangled up and injured. Ropes had bruised his scales. Fresh open wounds are a sign of a struggle. Maybe he swam too close to the local fishing spot? No, no, he's done this SO many times he KNOWS to avoid them! What happened? One of the wounds goes right through his tail, clearly punctured all the way through. Was he targeted? So many things raced through poor Usagi's head as he pulled his friend onto his little boat and pulled him into shallow water, all the wile tiers streaming down his face, screaming for his Ant, and try to comfort his best friend the best he could. Even if he didn't know if Leo could hear him or not.

"Itokit'sgoingtobeok! You're going to be OK! I got you! Everything is fine! . . . Please, please be okay. . ."

It's more for himself, really.

Note that this is not canon to @artsybun 's Mermaid & Pirate au, but I'd thought I'd add my last little brain rot before I make fan art of a different Rise au. So here are some final thoughts about this drawing in particular.

I don't really know about the world building in this au. (Outside of the relationship between the boys) So a lot of this is interpretation and personl head canons of the au. So if I end up wrong, I'll probably edit this in the future.

The idea is that Usagi and his Ant live on a boat house, traveling and trading between small islands with little settlements. There is one island that is deemed "safe" enough to stop there frequently and stay for long periods of time. That's where the two accidentally meet.

I'm not sure how the law works or how they inforce if. I imagine it's like Pirates of the Caribbean, where the Royal British navy just went around being assholes and "maintaining order." Like that, but whatever equivalent this au has.

Maybe a smaller group of those guys just so happen to see poor Leo on the way to see his friend and wanted to "inform" him of the rules. Or maybe it really was a fisherman that really didn't like "his kind" and wanted to be cruel. It's kinda left for interpretation.

One more thing. Leo's mermaid half is a shark, and sharks need to keep moving in order to breathe. This doesn't apply to all sharks, and Leo is also half Red eared slider that are semi aquatic, so this might not apply to him at all. But it just makes the idea more angsty that the net Leo was trapped in limited his movement after he got away from his would-be killer and passed out from exhaustion trying to get to a safe place and almost drowning.

Screenshot reference from Ponyo

[crisiscutie]

Hiya, sweetie! 💜

may I ask for a prompt for your Domestic AU, please? It's something that happens very early when Darling and Sephy just managed to settle down after they finally escaped Shinra.

Darling is pregnant with her firstborn and of course, the anxiety runs high on both sides. But there's one night where she couldn't sleep and decided to go into the living room by herself. Her doubts, if she was even able to become a good mother, plagued her mind... it was one of those nights where such emotional turmoil hits unexpectedly hard out of nowhere. Of course, Sephiroth is instantly on high alert when he noticed that she's not sleeping beside him anymore, so he decides to look for her and finds her eventually, crying.

How would he approach and comfort her?

Thank you so much in advance and keep up with your amazing work, sweetie 💜

Thank you, I love you so much, my wonderful friend and supporter. This is for you~!

Pairing: Fluffy Sephiroth/Domestic Darling

Content Warning: None.

Sephiroth's heart sank as he noticed the empty space beside him on the bed. His slit eyes narrowed as he sat up slowly.

He couldn't help but assume the worst. It's an unfortunate carryover from his past SOLDIER life.

He knows you wouldn't abandon him, as he wouldn't do to you, yet the storm of emotions within still raged, thundering in his chest.

With a stern face, he slowly rose out of bed, feeling the temptation to summon his Masamune.

Sephiroth's darkness whispered to him, urging him to keep you close, for who knows if one day you might actually leave him?

Gritting his teeth, he raised a hand to his temple, determined to ignore the dark whispers.

When he found you in the living room, tears streaming down your face, his expression softened.

His heart simultaneously soared with relief, grateful that you hadn't deserted him, yet it also felt heavy with tinges of sorrow at seeing you in such distress.

Sephiroth sat aside you, his caring eyes never leaving you as you quietly sobbed. His thumb came forward, tenderly wiping away your tears.

"Darling, what's wrong?" He whispered, pulling you into his embrace.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice quivering as you struggled to speak. But the weight of your sorrow was too heavy, and your sobs erupted loud.

"Don't worry, I'm here for you. Always..." Sephiroth cooed, slightly he gently swayed back and forth, cradling you in his strong arms.

You melted into his arms, the lingering fragrance of lavender from his hair wrapped around you.

Finally, after a while, you whispered your worries to him about the future, your fears of failing as a mother to your unborn child and as a wife to him.

He only listened to your words, passing on no judgement. He felt a pang of guilt, realizing how much emotional labor you have done for him. He was silent for some time, struggling to find his words before he spoke again.

"You've done so much for me, my love," he whispered, his voice soft and tender. "You introduced me to a life outside of Shinra, a life I had always yearned for," he continued, his voice filled with emotion as his hand gently caressed your pregnant belly. "When they turned their backs on me, you remained by my side... I know that your love will extend effortlessly to our little one."

He tenderly lifted your chin, ensuring your eyes met his as he spoke, "We're in this together, right? I want to love you just as you love me." His lips curved into a gentle smile.

You returned the smile, assuring him you are in this together, and you won't keep your struggles hidden from him any longer.

You two spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other's embrace, refusing to let go.

Because you two were one, bound as lovers, friends, and soulmates.

[midoriima]

family line | ushijima wakatoshi

[!!!] toxic/physically & emotionally abusive mother, (fem! she/her) reader is a parent-child, mentions of scars & bruises, implications of r@p3. ib maquia: when the promised flower blooms, read at your own discretion cos it might hit close to home, this is kinda a vent after all.

There was nothing special in particular about this evening. Wakatoshi had just finished washing up and is now getting ready to drift off to sleep, as you are in the next room, but when his head hits his pillows, he begins to remember a few blurry memories.

"He is your responsibility! Your ___ is your responsibility so you have to take care of him because I'm busy!" You'd told him he hit his head really hard one time when he was younger, hence why he can't remember the exact words, voices, or faces, but one thing he remembered with that statement was he saw you.

He'd remembered this a few times, but only now did he realize that he did see you. He was very small compared to you but one thing that didn't sit right with him everytime he thought about it was that you looked young.

He always brushed it off as, 'she must have had me when she was young,' but now that he can remember a little clearly, you looked incredibly young and it disturbed him. You looked weak, covered in scars and bruises here and there, and while you were "matured," you definitely did not look like one.

Was she... no, he shook his head, anything but those assumptions, if it ever were the case, he's not sure he'd be able to keep his hands from ruining whoever did it.

He thought some more, it was future schoolwork but he didn't want to stress himself out with it. But right as he closed his eyes, tears fell. Ah, another memory,

You were dressing him up in nightclothes, you carried him on one arm, turned the lights off and tucked yourselves into the comfy sheets of the bed. It was a rather cold night. It was always at least a little chilly every night but this particular night was cold.

"---, I'm cold..." His younger self complained, shivering and curling into a ball, his forehead hitting your shoulder and when he feels the warmth of your body, he inches closer, expecting you to embrace him.

For some reason, he just can't seem to remember what he called you. Surely it had to be 'mum,' because what else?

"Oh! Then, can we cuddle? Only if you're alright with it. I can always get more blankets." He shook his head at your response, "cuddles, please." And that's what happened.

He remembers how he would always crave your attention. Your praises and affection always got him going, that's why he always smiled with you. But he gets angry when you get hurt and also cry when you cry, trying to comfort you like you do with him as streams of tears slowly fall and sobs escape his lips.

I'm very lucky my mother is a good one, he thinks to himself in the midst of reminiscing. You weren't perfect, of course, but unlike other mothers, all the good things you've done for him overwhelms your mistakes as his parent figure.

About to drift off to dreamland, he ponders once more,

Who's his dad? Where is he now? What happened with you? Why did he leave? Or, at least, why is he not here with you?

These questions got him staying up a little later. He wonders how young you two might have been when you had him if you looked that young in his memories. Or maybe you just looked really young?

That said, you always avoided telling him your age. He's sure he's the only son in this galaxy who doesn't know the age of his mother. And that said, why do you avoid it?

He thinks you might really have been young and were too ashamed, he guessed, to say because you might think his attitude towards you would shift once he knew but he reassured you in his own thoughts that he wasn't going to do that.

@midoriima i don't remember the exact details of how i wanted this to go nor do i remember why i wrote this or what message i wanted to to convey but i do remember this was written as a way to vent in the form of fanfic and not entirely alike what i felt or experienced at that time.

also, go check out more on my masterlists cos these partial works are open for any continuation or derivatives, etc. but on one condition: ask permission 🤗 that's allll

[tayshifts]

Extra things I scripted into my MHA DR

Some are safety related and some are for my convenience as i was worried about them

Mosquitoes, lice, ticks, fleas, cockroaches, silverfish, and bed bugs don’t exist.

There is no rape in my DR.

There is no racism or racial prejudice.

There is no homophobia and no transphobia. There are no surgical requirements for transgender people to be able to change their gender legally. No ban on same sex marriage or same sex adoption. Equal fucking rights. LOVE IS LOVE BITCH

I take Mineta’s place in Class 1-A. Mineta is not in my DR.

UA has always had the dorms.

I have enough money to always live comfortably. UA provides all students with stipends

No one in my Class or Class B will die.

Midnight will not die

Present Mic will not die

All Might will not die

Eraserhead will not die

There is no hero licensing exam. We are given our licenses at the discretion of our teachers at our school, based on when they think we are ready for them. Class 1-A and 1-B all receive hero licenses after the events at the Training Camp and Kamino.

TikTok exists in my DR, younger heroes often have their own TikTok accounts to gain popularity.

Current music exists in my DR

We speak English at school but everyone is fluent in both english and japanese

I cannot be expelled

The Hero Support course develops a fabric for Hagakure so that she can wear something during hero work and still retain her invisibility. AKA used her hair as a base like they did for Mirio

Hagakure can also control when she is invisible and since her hero quirk will be similar to Mirio’s in concept, it will turn invisible with her

I do not know the plot as it will play out beyond where I enter my DR. For example, I will not know about the attack on the Camp prior to the attack starting

There is no Covid-19 in my DR

We have the same homeroom teacher for all three years at UA.

UA has professional therapists to help hero students cope with stress and emotions that come with hero training. These therapists can make sure students in need of mental health counseling and medication receive the proper care. (Amajiki)

UA is a college and all students are 20 upon entering their first year at UA, no matter the program.

Eri is not aged up, despite all other characters being aged up. She is still a child.

I will always remember my classmates and their hero names

Spotify Premium is just how spotify works in my DR, for free

UA gives students access to all streaming platforms. Netflix, Disney, HBO, Hulu, etc

Squishmallows has ProHero squishmallows

Sir Nighteye doesn’t die. He is injured but he and All Might will reconcile and All Might will finally explain why he couldn’t give the quirk to Mirio

The War Arc doesn’t happen, there is a better solution

Instead of the Licensing Exam, we do interschool training exercises to promote working together in the future and being exposed to other future heroes, not just our class or school’s.

I have the right adaptors/chargers/etc for outlets used in Japan

The zombie ova doesn’t happen

I understand the metric system

I understand the yen to US dollar conversion and my banking is set up when I arrive, so I don’t need to worry about it

We have the same dorm building all three years, they just change the signage to signify what year we’re in

Each dorm room has its own private bathroom. There are still the communal baths

Fatphobia is a no <3

Hidden cameras in public and nonpublic spaces aren't a thing.

The toilets are like the ones in America

ADHD/stimulant drugs are legal. I have no issues getting any of my needed medications in Japan and can get them easily from local pharmacies

Stronger Western deodorants are available in Japan, easy to find

[wildpeachfarm]

not dooming but ive read a few opinions in reddit about how caitis change of story in her recent stream is similar to her first statement, just that she flat out said what happened instead of vagueing it and what george said about not explaining further because she might not be comfortable is about that

i didnt really think of it that way tbh, i thought that was about that drinking game they played or whatever. i don't know if it changes anything because her credibility is down the drain at this point

Honestly I don't think it really changes much about how things were initially handled imo.

Like george still took full accountability, and apologized profusely as well as Dream and committed to changing his behavior in the future to make sure this never happens again. I don't think much would have changed about his responses if caiti is telling the truth and that is what happened. Because even if breast-touching happened (which would be wild that no one else noticed especially ghosti who was meant to be keeping an eye on her), he still committed to taking accountability and learning from this and correcting his future behavior which is the best case scenario in my mind.

I personally also thought george said he would not explain further because of the sexual experience thing, and tbh I still think that is what he was referring to. I think people might just be bringing it up now as confirmation bias but idk I'm not george, I don't know what he was meaning when he said that.

The reality is that if this is what happened, you have to decide for yourself if this changed anything for you. And that is going to depend on your own experiences. Personally, this new information does not change my opinion that much and like you said, I still don't even know if i can trust what she says 100%

something I'm also going to add here is a reddit discussion on consent w/ caiti because there are some interesting thoughts here that Brittany also brought up previously- just so people can explore all perspectives:

[ddlcpoly]

A lot happened that day, so much that I was really scared of coming to the club. That night I spoke with MC about what happened with Monika and Yuri and then he told me what happened with Natsuki. We then spoke more honestly than ever, eventually learning that we both were in love with the rest of the club.

Now I already had a sneaking suspicion that everyone in the club was crushing on everyone else, but I honestly thought it was just me having hopeful thinking that I could start a polyamorous relationship with all of them and was just connecting things that weren’t there to delude myself.

But after talking it over and how at least Monika and Yuri like me and how Natsuki liked MC, it all started to seem so obvious. The way Monika spoke so freely about how much she admired and cared for all of us, how Yuri always was sneaking glances at everyone every time she could, how MC still got nervous at times when spending time alone with one us or how Natsuki seemed to blush at little bit every day at the club. I knew what I had to do then, I had to help the club back together and we all needed to be honest to do that.

I open my mouth “I want all of us to be perfectly honest. We all made mistakes that day, but I think that’s mostly that we were always so prone to mistakes.” I awkwardly chuckle “We all hid our feelings from each other because of the fear of hurting one another, but that only caused all of us to get more hurt” Natsuki starts squirming in her seat as she continues to look down, MC keeps staring at me with his always-present blank expression, but I know he is also worried, Monika stares at her desk probably beating herself up in her mind still and Yuri starts shaking nervously “So now I think the only course of action we can all take in order to be able to continue being happy with one another is by being honest.” I take a deep breath, hesitating on whether or not to say what I’m about to say, it’s something that once said I can’t take back and might be problematic in the future. But I trust them and I know this is the best thing I could say right now…

 “I love all of you. I love how diligent Monika is, I love how passionate Yuri is, I love how patient MC is, I love how fiery Natsuki is, Ilove how we can all come together and create a place where I can feel truly happy and loved and I don’t want to lose that!” I start to choke up as a stream of tears start falling down from my eyes.

“I love you too Sayori, I love all of you.” Surprisingly it’s Yuri who says this, her eyes also filled with tears. “I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere, but this club, no, all of you have become a place of comfort and joy. Every single one of you have accepted me as I am and have treated me with such warmth and care that I can barely keep up with. I wish for all of you to remain a permanent part of my life and if possible, not just as friends.”

“Yeah” Natsuki is the next to speak up “You bundle of idiots somehow squirmed your way deep into my heart and I, well, y’know. I feel the same as Yuri and Sayori.” She sits back down unable to say anything else.

MC stands up “I will be completely honest, I joined the club because I thought all of you were cute.” He confesses, “We all know that, you idiot.” Natsuki retorts “Even with your unchanging face, it was extremely obvious.” “Oh…” he seems slightly disappointed in himself. “Well, that’s not the point I was trying to make, even if the reason I joined was, admittedly, pretty shallow, I stayed because you girls have been the people I have been closest to in the world. I don’t think I could have the same kind of bond with anyone else and I don’t want to lose that. I also love each and every one of you.”

We all start to stare at Monika who is still seated on her desk, frantically redirecting her stare between the four of us, blushing heavily “Eh? G-Guys we shouldn't j-joke about things like that. If this is a prank to get back at me, you guys did it and I probably deserve it.”

The mood sours after Monika says that “Y-YOU IDIOT!” Natsuki yells out, even more tears coming out of her eyes “I-I would never say shit like that as a joke. I’m not that kind of person.” Yuri puts a hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her “I-I understand this might be difficult to understand. To be frank, I haven’t fully processed what is happening at this moment. But I do know that my feelings are true.” Monika just stares at them in shock.

“Look Monika,” MC looks at her determined. “I’ve always admired you and I even had a crush on you when we shared a class together. But getting to know you has made me fall deeper for you, so please believe me.”

“It’s true.” I say “We all love you Monika, do you love us back?” Monika’s eyes start to tear up to which she covers them up with her hands and in the softest voice I’ve ever heard come out of Monika’s mouth she says “yes…”

I sense the mood of the room is starting to significantly cheer up now. “So, what are we supposed to do now?” Natsuki “It’s not like we can date each other now, right?” Natsuki asks.  I immediately respond “Well, actually…”

The rest of the afternoon we spent talking about what happened at that day in the festival, apologizing and forgiving each other, and I eventually brought up what I had planned, I discussed it with MC back when we were discussed our feelings for our friends, and let’s just say, everyone came out of that room with at least 2 more partners.

4/4

Fin

[dwtdog]

im really really stressed about how it will go,

i dont i just, support system wise i have almost nothing

these guys are kinda it and one person whos neutral

its just the aftermath, i dont know if everything will be okay and i get so stressed about it

my tummy issues been fucking me up man

anon :( i'll do my best to give u some general advice, but if u need anything please don't be afraid to dm me <3

the thing that really helps me through these type of situations is sitting with myself and thinking okay, what's the most likely thing that's going to happen, and how am i going to feel about that.

to start with what i think will be the outcome, the only things we know for certain that are going to happen are caiti's final statement/stream, and george's final statement.

based on what caiti has said, her final stream is going to be more general, and i assume she's going to discuss the problems with misogyny within the mcyt space, or something similar, along with the future of her content. i do not think she will say anything more directly about the situation, and if she does i don't think it will be new information, except to maybe clear up the story ghostie told

for george's statement, judging by what the rational sides of the internet are calling for and his most recent tweet, i think he is going to give a sincere apology, no matter what form that may come in, along with some sort of private, personal apology to caiti that we may never see. some people will accept what he has to say, and others will continue to call him terrible names that do not fit the situation at all. and from there, we move onward (press w :3)

i can't predict how you're going to react to these events happening, but if a look at myself, i know that i'll probably watch caiti's stream as a vod, so i can give myself time to pause and take breaks. i want to try to watch the stream before seeing others input, so i can form my own opinions without going in feeling overly negative/positive.

worse case scenario- she says something that completely puts me off the space as a whole. i don't know what that would be, maybe just some observations she's made as a female creator in the space that puts a bad taste in my mouth, and i no longer feel comfortable being here at all. in that case, i disengage completely, or let myself sit and think on it for a bit before coming to a final decision

best case scenario (realistically)- caiti does her stream, and she talks about many of the things we already know about as problems with the space, and we take that as closure from the whole thing, and send our love and support.

when george's response comes, rinse and repeat. take the time to read/watch through it without the influence of others, and come to you own conclusion before looking what anyone else has to say. do not look at twitter. if you feel that his response is satisfying to you- however that may be- than assess how active you wish to be in the community going forward, what you want to spend your time doing online. and then we heal together, as a community.

and eventually, things will get better. dream and george might take hiatuses, but i find it very, very unlikely they'll quit entirely. eventually, we'll get titan videos and the plethora of shorts and content that dream has planned, even if a wrench has been thrown into the plans

obviously, we can never predict unexpected elements, but i genuinely believe that if something big were going to drop, it would have already. don't let the behind the scenes bullshit get you down, because it always comes from ccs who either hold grudges or are trying to save their own skin/get views

hope this helps at least a little bit, but please, please reach out if you need anything. no matter the responses caiti and george give, i'll stick around to talk to u guys

[alittledizzy]

Dizzy, I feel like I need your levelheadedness a bit rn... so that tweet, huh? Idk, I'm trying to look at it as sth not in a vacuum, his main is the least serious of all of his accounts and often he says things just to be a meme (plus that "lying" likes he just did), but it all feels weird. I feel like I've been witnessing a gradual progression of what they're willing to show us of their relationship the last few months and someone pulled a rug from under me and I'm all disoriented. Could be a play on words as well (we know Dream doesn't identify as gay) but I feel like I'm grasping at straws... do you have any thoughts?

I think feeling disoriented over it is a natural response - but here are my thoughts. They might be a little scattered too but my brain is just in that phase of taking in information and processing.

First thought: The progression of what just happened: he snapped pictures of him literally in the closet, then made that tweet, then liked a few responses saying he was lying. Which ties into...

Second thought: The tweet is also on his main account. Like you said, it's the least serious account, if you scroll through the only serious thing he's tweeted in half a year is 'merry christmas' - everything on there is a troll. Considering what the quote retweets look like, I think he's just written the account off and puts things there he doesn't feel like are a serious announcement or that he doesn't really want factored into the smaller audience of his genuine fanbase. Not that his fanbase doesn't see them but it's like - if he's talking to his people he has other accounts for that. That doesn't mean he didn't put it out there because some part of him felt like it would make him/George feel better to say, just that he also didn't want to say it in a way that didn't leave room for doubt. It's serious enough to be serious unless you know him and the context in which it's an automatic side-eye. Which leads to... Third thought: If the tweet had any serious elements to it, I think it's entirely likely it would be a kneejerk reaction to people telling the Spanish speaking streaming community that dnf is real and perhaps that being too much too fast for them - particularly George, who doesn't want anyone to know anything about him. Having come through the fires of Dan and Phil fandom, even if they were soft launching because they were happy in a new relationship and wanted to share, sometimes the journey of sexuality and relationships are one step forward, two steps back.

Especially if you're George and guard your personal information fiercely, especially if you're Dream that is terrified of putting himself out there with a label that might be 'wrong' and therefore doesn't want to definitively say he's anything.

Dream's comfort level is in eliminating what he's not (I'm not gay, I'm not straight) not in specifying what he is.

George's comfort level is posting a snapchat where he shows you has a smoothie and that's really the most you need to know about him as far as he's concerned.

So suddenly having people you want to be friends with addressing you and your relationship with complete sincerity when you haven't even had a chance to get comfortable with a soft launch amongst what you consider 'your' demographic might definitely cause a scurry of steps backwards. I'm a truther because it's fun and fandom is about having fun and enjoying the complexities of people and their dynamics. So I think about Dan and Phil, I think about people that go to great lengths to tie their lives and futures together. Buying a house, moving across the world, making sure everyone knows loud and clear this is your person - that can co-exist with fear and hesitation and not knowing how the world will accept you and not being sure if you want to leave the safety net you've made for yourself. So I guess a big part of me looks at this situation and thinks... seeing them work their way back up to comfort is gonna be so fun.

[roomwithavoid]

i didn’t like it. i didn’t like world of goo 2 and i want to fucking cry about it. i AM crying about it.

world of goo is literally my ALL TIME comfort game. it was my favorite game as a kid. i played it hundreds of times. i have it on my childhood wii and on mobile and on steam i’ve bought it so many times because i love it so much. coming home from school in kindergarten and seeing my brother playing it on the tv, how it was revealed to me my family now had a wii, kickstarting my love of video games. it literally might be one of my earliest memories. one of my first special interests. hell, i had a world of goo themed birthday party in kindergarten! my mom made cupcakes that looked like goo balls with marshmallows for eyes and a cake with donut holes connected with sticks to look like a stack of goo. i played this game before i could read. hell, playing this game is part of what TAUGHT me how to read. i still remember accidentally deleting my save file because i didn’t know how to read the words “erase save data” and crying for days, learning for the first time in my life how to accept loss and try again. and i did. i played it over and over. i played it on my ipad in the car while waiting to pick up my brother from school in the 4th grade. i remember streaming myself playing it for what must’ve been the hundredth time to my highschool friends because i wanted to share something that was so important to me. it never, and i mean NEVER felt like it lost any magic just because i had gotten older.

i was ELATED when world of goo 2 was announced. i couldn’t believe my eyes. it was like the thing child me wished on stars for finally came true, despite me now being 20. and i played it in the span of a couple days, and you know what? i didn’t like it.

sure there were good things, the graphical upgrade was nice to look at, and the remasters/remixes(?) of the old songs were lovely to listen to. but i honestly don’t know if i have that much more to say positively.

the levels were almost entirely these sort of “remixes” of the old levels, usually with some sort of added difficulty. the new goo mechanics didn’t feel fun or inspired, and shifted from the bridge-building aspect to a “look what happens when you shoot liquid in different directions” simulator. the few new mechanics that actually feel fun are criminally underutilized. but none of those issues, issues i probably could’ve overlooked if the puzzles were a smidge more interesting, hold a candle to the section that singlehandedly soured the entire game for me.

like in the original world of goo, chapter 4 takes us into the future, introducing a chapter-long gimmick that completely changes the way the game is played. however, unlike the internet gimmick in the original world of goo, which kept the core mechanics with a new coat of pain and introduced enticing new goo species to play with, world of goo 2’s chapter 4 introduces a split path with 3 different gimmicks that ALL ware out their welcome the second they’re introduced.

chapter 4 almost assaults you with the impression that the developers would rather be making literally any other game than world of goo 2. enjoying the physics based puzzle game? well how would you like to play 2d golf? what about a point and click noir visual novel? no? alright, not to worry, we still have sections that involve goo, but fret not, because we’ve introduced an exhausting gimmick revolving around how coordinated you are with moving your mouse in a perfect circle! oh, your hands are a little shaky? too bad! this level is unbeatable if you move even a millimeter incorrectly! the best (WORST) part of the chapter? it’s themed around the tired cliche of “game company sells out and makes a hundred of their game until they’re unrecognizable garbage” because playing a bunch of intentionally garbage games that masquerade as a game you love when they have nothing in common except maybe one character is always SOOOO much fun, right?

any fucking good graces i had with the sloppy puzzles of the first three chapters were shattered into pieces because of chapter four. there is legitimately nothing cute or funny about baiting your audience, who mind you has waited SIXTEEN YEARS for a sequel, into spending an entire chapter making some shitty noir game that you KNOW is shitty.

not to mention, the strong anti-capitalist metaphor from the first game translates to a muddy “i dunno maybe people have too many babies?” in this game. wog1’s message was so well done and clear and straightforward but wog2? wog2 is all over the damn place. hell if i know what they were even trying to say with half of it. i understood the first game’s message as a kid better than i understood this one as an adult! the only coherent bit of it was the “we have to figure out how to build tracks faster than the train is going” thing which was immediately retconned i guess by the train going in circles????

what a fucking disappointment.

[squalloscope]

I noticed the other night that this one song of mine had surpassed three million streams on the devil's streaming service that we just can't quit even though it is trying to quit us every day. I appreciate the listens (what a number!), but would also like to remind you that in the years that this song has been available, these numbers have paid about as much as one month's wage in a poorly paid job.

What actually helps me survive is support via b a n d c a m p. today happens to be BC friday. You know what I'll say:

Consider making an artist's day by deciding to actively support their current and future endeavors.

Imagine it being like taking your favorite artist out for a coffee, or dropping by their studio with their favorite snack. Or, accompanying them on a trip to the pharmacy to pick up medication that is literally saving their lives, and going, "You know what? my treat." Or sitting next to them while they're paying their therapy bill, seeing the amount on the screen and saying, "Can i pay for part of that? Making art is a brilliant coping mechanism, but it shouldn't be your only one and I love how you might make more tunes that make me feel alive if you stay alive."

This one song has gained its audience because one single person some years ago decided to feature it on a podcast that became very popular. It's just luck. Sure, it's a very good song about religion, and home, and belonging, and escape, but numbers are just luck or paid "luck" and rarely have anything to do with how deep, or how well crafted, or how honest, or how relatably human music is. I find this somewhat comforting. Disturbing. Non-sustainable.

Support those who make the art that makes your life feel more bearable. I try to do the same.

squalloscope.bandcamp.com

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Mimic Chapter 31

With Eri rescued heroes recuperate but there are losses on the side of good.

Words- 5999

Reader x MHA (Platonic)

Warnings: Injuries, hospitals, death, a bit of angst, fluff

Your body shifts almost going to move towards your family when you look back at the girl. The smallness of her as her wide eyes beg you to come with her. You knew that look, the look you gave to Tenko…to All For One. Those eyes asking for a chance, for safety, for comfort, for love, to be free. And at that moment…you took her hand.

With the raid being during a work day there were few civilian casualties only four people getting by with a few scrapes. Those still on their feet joined up with local heroes to conduct a damage assessment. But those that were injured in battle were taken to a nearby university hospital. Many of Midoiriya’s classmates and upper had gained injuries even himself but those were miraculously healed by Eri’s reversal quirk. But others weren’t as fortunate with making it though.

“Nighteye…” All Might says looking at his former sidekick, the weakness as he lay in his death bed wires and pumps coming from the massive wound in his stomach. He wasn’t going to make it to tomorrow.

“All…m-might... You didn’t feel like..coming to see me…until I was dying..?” Nighteye wheezes out barely shifting his head to look at the retired hero standing beside Midoriya.

“I don’t know what to say…how I…wronged you…” All Might says looking down tears clouding his vision.

“Nighteye! You gotta live! Hang in there!” Midoriya grabs the railing of his bed begging out. He knew that even the doctors and Recovery Girl’s quirks were useless but there was always a chance.

“No need..to be so uptight…I…I never held anything against you… I just always…wished for your happiness…that’s all. So…If you’ve decided to fight against fate…that’s fine…in my b-book..” Nighteye says his gaze foggy barely holding on.

“You need to fight too! Give me a chance to atone for what I’ve done!” All Might shakes his head. Their relationship was in shambles due to his selflessness and pride to continue to save people when he was at his limit.

“Atone? I’m the one ..who’s cause trouble..for so many…All this time…I wanted to keep you from getting killed. I searched for a way to change things…all this time…but nothing came of it…there was nothing... I could do..to change the future.” Nighteye says,

“But Midoriya showed me something today...I could never clear my head of those thoughts…’can’t change it.’ ‘nothing will change.’ that negativity was always in the back of my mind…but within thoughts is a sort of energy…I believe that now… energy from striving for a certain future when one doesn’t allow for doubt..a vision that strong..energy from wishing. It wasn’t just Midoriya…everyone..came together..and believed so strongly in that future. What we saw happen today…was perhaps the result of all that energy centered on Midoriya… The future is uncertain you’ve changed my thinking…and that’s enough for me…My one regret is…”

“Wait! Mr. Togata!” A female nurse cries out trying to hold back a battered Mirio, “You mustn’t be up and about!”

“SIR NIGHTEYE!” Mirio cries out bringing himself to Nighteye’s bed even though he sustains a multitude of injuries, “No! You gotta live! Don’t you die on me!”

“Mirio… I’ve put you through so much hardship…if only I’d been there for you…” Nighteye says looking at his intern that he had grown so close to.

“I only got stronger cuz of everything you taught me! It’s thanks to you that I’ve got the life I do!! You gotta keep teaching me!! You can’t die now!!” Mirio cries out tears streaming down his face and with the last of Nighteye’s strength raises his hand holding it against Mirio’s face activating his quirk and getting one last glimpse of the future of the boy in front of him.

“You’ll be okay…you’ll make…a fine hero…that is one part of the future…that mustn’t be changed. So…keep smiling!” Nighteye gives one last smile his hand falling back to his lap as the heart monitor slows down before a permanent flatline rings through the room.

With one life gone from heroes just in the same building, another was fighting for their own.

Pain. That’s all you felt. It just radiated through you from the tips of your toes to the top of your head it was just pain throughout. Open your eyes, you idiot. You could hear muffled voices but your body remain put. You wanted to move to scream anything but you were a deadweight. Putting all your focus into just something small. A small twitch of your pinky before fire unlike anything runs through your body. You try to scream out but you finally notice something choking you. You felt air entering your body and exiting but you couldn’t force yourself to breathe. Your body seemed to work for you and your eyes open up but everything was still muffled. The lights were dimmed and you stare at a blank ceiling but the feeling of being choked is still there. The faint beeping increases in speed before becoming louder as you try to gasp for air but whatever was down your throat was stopping you. Your body twitches as you choke on the thing down your throat unable to lift your arms to rip the thing out of you. The door slams open and suddenly someone is above you staring down at you saying something but everything is muffled. More people appear the voices loud but muffled as they try to calm you down your wide frantic eyes looking around for help. When you see a familiar face staring from the doorway. Staring back at you dressed in their school uniform their eyes tired but still widen in surprise…Midoriya. A hand moves your face to look at them as light is shine into your eyes which you try to look away.

“Pupils responsive.” A doctor calls out before another one appears this one looking like the head doctor.

“Ms. L/n can you hear me you’re in the hospital. I need you to calm down you are on a ventilator right now breathing for you. We need to do tests to see if you’re stable enough to breathe without it. Are you in any pain?” Her voice is calming as she looks at your rapid heart rate, “Can someone push 2 mg of morphine.” She says and your eyes move from her to see another nurse grab a needle filling it with some liquid moving to your IV. You rustle a bit trying to move away groaning in pain and in fear. “Y/n I need you to calm down we’re only trying to help you.” Her voice calls out as you look back at the doctor in fear as you feel liquid enter your veins. The pain radiating through your body fades for a second and she look over at your vitals satisfied by the results.

Your body now felt numb from the drugs running through your body as they continue to perform tests as you watch your eyes keep drifting to the door but not seeing the boy from before. Was he even here…? “Miss L/n we believe you’re good to breathe on your own. We’re going to deflate the tube I’m going to need you to take a deep breath and when I tell you to let out a strong cough.” She says as you look at her before she turns to another nurse next to her. She moves to your mouth pulling back the tape and holding the tube in place.

“Okay take in a deep breath,” She says and you take in as much air in your chest as it feels weird breathing in with something down your throat, “Okay a big cough…now.” You let out a cough feeling the tube pull up your throat and the second it’s out of your mouth your coughing intensely spits coming out as you try regulating your breathing. A nurse holds a tray in front of you in case you puke but once you settle down they pull away happy with the removal.

“Very good Ms. L/n. We’re going to be checking on you for your injuries and Recovery Girl will be coming by as well. But for now, just rest and we’ll let you rest. Your guardian is here for you.” She says and your eyes widen, your guardian and the door open and you see Aizawa walk in but following behind him was All Might. The two of them look exhausted well Aizawa looked more exhausted than normal and All Might looked like a wreck, his eyes were more sunken in and it looked like he hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep. The two of them thank the doctor who nods before leaving the three of you alone. It’s quiet before you go opening your mouth trying to say anything but it comes out in a wheeze and soreness.

“Don’t you shouldn’t be speaking yet,” Aizawa says moving closer to your bed grabbing the pitcher of water and a cup pouring you a glass while All Might moves to bring your bed to an elevated position, your eyes follow his movements before he steps back keeping his distance while Aizawa helps you hold the cup with shaky hands letting you drink some shaking your head when you were finish. Your teachers could tell from your expression you had so many questions, the last thing you remember was seeing Midoriya with Eri and everything else was a blur until you woke up here.

“Eri is safe. She’s being monitored now with her quirk, your classmates are alright as well a few were battered but they are all back at the dorms,” Aizawa explains and you listen in silence, “Overhaul…was apprehended, but the League-”

“Aizawa she doesn’t need to know.” All Might cuts him off but Aizawa shakes his head,

“She took that bastard’s quirk she has a right to know what her brother has been doing.” Aizawa says and you were surprised he was defending you. Tenko…you remember his eyes staring at him, your hand resting on his face those final moments…did he know you’re alive? “Shigaraki…the League attacked Overhaul’s transport I’ll just say it wasn’t pretty what they did.” You didn’t want to picture what your brother could have done but you almost forgot what you did to Overhaul yourself. Looking down at your hands your arm was wrapped in bandages going straight down to your wrist. You took his quirk, you had used All For One’s quirk and took it, nothing like copying it it was your power now.

“Nighteye didn’t make it..he suffered too many injuries.” All Might says and you look over at the former hero, the tension in his body saying those words. Nighteye was dead… You could still see his face in your mind when your protected Mirio and Eri.

“Thank you…Mimic.”

“Mimic. You’re done..you’ve done enough…”

And now he was dead. But so were you. You had died. You could have sworn so how did you? Aizawa and All Might watched as you stared at your arm the deep gash running through your arm had caused a lot of major bleeding as well as the chunk in your shoulder and the stab in your stomach.

“I don’t even know what you did Y/n…you were there for a second and then…you weren’t,” Aizawa says you would never understand how much it shook him in his core, seeing his students huddling over your body. Hearing Uraraka screaming out that you weren’t breathing, Asui holding him but even she was crying out…and Midoriya he would never get the image out of his head of him holding you in his arms and just begging for you to open your eyes.

“You suffered massive injuries the worse was the internal bleeding from your liver and the bleeding you sustain from the wound in your shoulder. The villain you were facing was able to cut an artery. I…I don’t know how you stayed conscious for that long but you lost a lot of blood. It’s a miracle you’re alive Young Shimura…” All Might says the two adults were there the entire time when you arrived at the hospital. Aizawa not moving from outside the OR even though doctors need to check on him for his injuries he forced them to treat him there. And when All Might arrived hearing of Nighteye and later found out about yourself he was a wreck. You had barely managed to survive the surgery flatlining multiple times, the bleeding being too much at times or your body was just too weak to keep you functioning. Even with modern medicine and the strongest healing quirks they had been forced to put you on ventilation following the surgery. Your injuries were handled but you were still too weak to function by yourself and so you stayed in a medically induced coma unlike you had woken up just hours ago. 

The miracle that kept you alive was just a little girl with no control of her power, rewinding you to a state where your heart was still beating still injured but alive to be transported. Eri had quickly fallen unconscious from overusing her quirk but was able to save you and you would forever be in her debt.

Having Aizawa help you with another sip of water before you stare up at the ceiling it still not hitting you the fullness of what happened. You had died fully and if it weren’t for a quirk you would be dead. A number of hero students were gone too soon. What if you stayed dead? What if you never went to the raid would someone else died instead of you? There were just too many thoughts running through your head that you couldn’t seem to process and made you just more confused and agitated. You wanted to go home and lay in your bed. You wanted this to be over.

All Might and Aizawa couldn’t stay long but they said they would be visiting you until you were alright with returning to U.A. You were constantly being monitored by 24/7 nurses making sure you were comfortable and helping you eat and drink as you slowly regained strength in your arms. Recovery Girl had come around giving you a scolding for being reckless but was glad to see you alright…well alright as anyone who just died could be. She used her quirk when you had gained more energy to help with your strength and you gained better control with holding things, the pain was still there but it was durable, and you were able to speak now still needing a lot of water but you were able to have small conversations. The doctors said it was alright that you could hold long conversations saying it was normal for a patient to still be processing returning from a coma just as it was alright that you were getting used to walking around as well. You needed a walker at first and a nurse holding you. The first time you had fallen your legs were unsure how to hold the weight of your body but you gained more strength with physical therapy. Time seems to lose concept to you, not sure how long you stayed in a coma or how long you were in the hospital but it all blended together. There had been a night when you had woken up from a nightmare, you were fighting that copy of yourself but instead of you getting injured you were forced to watch your classmates and teachers get brutally tortured in front of you as they cried out for you to help them. What really messed you up was seeing him there. Tenko crying out for you but he wasn’t being tortured the copy of yourself just moved behind him before driving a blade into his chest as his blood sprayed all over you.

Your screams filled the room as you tossed in your bed Aizawa tried calming you down holding you as nurses entered trying as well as you babbled nonsense that you couldn’t save them it was all your fault but what struck Aizawa and All Might who was entering the room hearing a commotion.

“Where’s Tenko?!? Please..please I want him!! I want my brother!!” You sob out your hands a death grip on Aizawa’s but once the doctors injected a sedative into your IV your cries weakened until you had fallen asleep. Following your nightmare the doctors advise All Might and Aizawa that there was a possibility of you having some post-trauma from the incident, they weren’t sure if it would pass with time or be stuck with you forever only time could tell.

It had been about a week of being awake after three days in a coma and you were sitting on your hospital bed just drawing on some paper you were given. There wasn’t much you could do it was either watch what was playing on the hospital tv or wander around the halls with your nurse though you didn’t need a walker anymore you still needed your nurse in case your legs grew too tired. And it wasn’t like your classmates were coming to visit, Aizawa reassured you that they were dying to see you, but given your condition, he didn’t want to overwhelm you. A knock on the door and you look open seeing your head doctor and entering Aizawa and All Might which surprised you as it was the school was still going on though it would be ending soon.

“Hi, Y/n how are you feeling today?” She asks coming by just to do a quick check of your vitals.

“As good as anyone can be.” You shrug, physical you weren’t in any danger and you were also drugged up on strong pain killers the same ones they give cancer patients. She nods moving to grab your charts and flipping through them before looking up at you and smiling at you.

“I’m glad to hear but I do have some news for you. Given your great progress we’ve decided you would be able to be discharged, you would still need to remain on painkillers though I suggest using them when you get flare-ups. We’ll set up for you to do visits to check on your healing and make sure you’ll be right back into hero work!” She says and you see Mr. Aizawa and All Might wince slightly at the comment toward your studies at becoming a hero, and you can see your doctor pauses realizing her mistake.

“What’s wrong…why do you look like that.” You say confused looking at the three adults. They all look at each other before your doctor speaks up.

“Following your injuries your body and nerves were very damaged from the quirks you faced and the time you weren’t breathing and your organs began to die. Because of that your quirk factors were damaged in the process, you’re body is still healing but the possibility that your quirk will be fully functioning as before is quite low.” You’re silent looking at her as she speaks.

“My…quirk is gone.” You say looking at her and the three could see the pain of losing your quirk affecting you.

“Not gone necessarily your quirk factors are healing the chances of your quirk returning is possible…but it may take some time.”

“How long…”

She frowns looking down at her chart the guilt of knowing she had to break the news to this young hero, “We…we aren’t sure.” It’s quiet in your room and she moves speaking to the two adults about discharging you and the process can be done as soon as possible, All Might leaves with your doctor to fill out the forms while Aizawa moves closer to your bed sitting on the end placing a small bag by your feet.

“Am I getting kicked out of U.A?” Your voice is empty as you stare at the wall ahead of you.

“You’re not getting kicked out Shimura. I won’t allow that to happen.” Aizawa says shaking his head, he would fight tooth and nail to make sure you stay at U.A.

“You heard what she said we have no idea if my quirk is even going to come back!” You say pointing out the door.

“You can still be a hero even without a quirk-” “Name one hero that is quirkless…”

You cut him off and he pauses, your point exactly there has never been a quirkless hero before. Mr. Aizawa sighs,

“There’s a chance you could get your quirk back,” He says and you go to retort but he gives you a look that makes you stop, “But even if you don’t…you still got into U.A. without a quirk..you can be a hero.” He says before standing up and letting you stew with your thoughts, “Get dressed, I’m sure you wanna be out of this place.”

Now dressed in just a baggy t-shirt of yours and some sweats the clothing that would have been comfy felt majorly loose on you, your body had changed since your surgery you had lost muscle probably weaker in a lot of areas, and without your quirk, you just felt empty. It was calming having something protecting you but also the fact you had your connection through One For All and even All For One. Seeing Nana and the past users but seeing Tenko. Did he even know you were alive was he out there with the League mourning for a second time but at that moment it was real?

The door opens disrupting your thoughts and it’s All Might and Aizawa. It was weird doing a final check before you were cleared and you were leaving the hospital. You didn’t realize how much you missed the fresh air once you were outside and you were led to All Might’s car with Aizawa helping you inside the two adults moved to the front and All Might started driving. Your gaze was glued outside seeing the buildings pass by resting your head against the cool glass. It seemed like forever since you’d been in that building the smell of chemicals ingrained into your brain and you couldn’t wait to wash the smell of your body. You see the familiar barrier grow closer and then you’re entering the main gates of U.A. You reached the parking lots by the dorms and Aizawa heads to your door to help you out while All Might grabs your bag. The three of you slowly make your way to the dorm mainly you getting used to walking for longer times without breaks. Reaching the dorm you pause staring at the sign ‘1-A’ why were you nervous going in? It was your home as well…what would your classmates say, the ones that saw you, the ones that are going to find out you lost your quirk.

“Come on no time just standing,” Aizawa says. All Might opens the door and immediately you could hear your classmates’ voices.

“It’s gonna be so cool with music and crazy lights and dancing! Don’t forget about the dancing!!” Mina’s voice rings clear through.

“Jiro you’re gonna create a killer song I just know it!” Kaminari says your classmates say all kinds of agreements. Your hand still grasping Aizawa’s arm as you enter the common area most of your classmates' backs were to you three but you see Uraraka standing up holding a cup when she makes eye contact with you. She lets out a loud gasp the cup falling from her hand spilling whatever drink onto the floor and it shattering.

“Uraraka!” Iida cries out looking at her shocked expression but when he turns to see what she is looking at pausing seeing you standing there. Most of your classmates turn and it’s quiet a pin could drop before it’s absolute chaos. They quickly come bombarding around you, Mina being the first to charge at you and All Might tries to block you but she slips past giving a gentle but fierce hug. You wrap your arms around the girl.

“I’m so glad you’re back!” She cries out not wanting to let go but she pulls away and Kaminari and Sero jump in pulling you into a group hug.

“We were so worried about you!!” “You’re too strong we knew you were gonna be alright!” Kaminari says before Sero points out and you smile, you’re quickly led over to more of your classmates all giving their greetings. Aizawa and All Might watch glad to see the smile on your face but they could notice the small twinges of pain laced in your features. You were trying to shift the weight between your legs still not used for standing for long periods of time, when someone would touch your arm or put any pressure on your stomach and shoulder you would grimace just a small crack but the two could notice.

“How about you all sit down? I’m sure Young L/n would enjoy resting her legs.” All Might speaks up and you give him a look of thanks as Mina and Kaminari lead you to sit. You let out a sigh of relief your legs aching but you were grateful to be resting.

“You all enjoy the rest of the night.” Aizawa says as the two teachers head to the door, “And don’t push her she’s still healing.” His eyes flash red in warning and your classmates all agree and the two of them were gone.

“So what you’re all good right..we heard you got super battered during the raid,” Hagakure says and you pause slightly your eyes catching with Uraraka’s who was still looking at you in surprise and almost awe. Did they…you give her a look and she shakes her head softly. They didn’t know you died. Everyone except the few that were on that mission hadn’t seen you die in front of them.

“Uh…I can’t really remember much from my injuries but the doctors say I’m all cleared to return to school.” You say and your classmates smile excitedly to see you back in action. They make some comments about you going back into hero work and classes and you force a smile on your face, the pain of knowing you may not ever get back into hero work without your quirk.

It seemed like hours catching up with your classmates those in the raid excluding Uraraka were finishing up work before returning back. You were sitting beside Mina as they talked about the band. You were surprised hearing that Bakugo was going to be playing the drums which he grumbles,

“None of you extras would do it justice.” He twirls the sticks between his fingers. You smile letting out a chuckle a flash of pain crossing your face which Mina notices.

“You good Y/n?” She says and you see some of your classmates look over, you couldn’t help but cringe feeling their stares the pity covering their features.

You nod, “Yeah just a bit sore I should probably take some pain meds.” Looking over at your bag Mina grabs it pulling out the prescribed pills.

“I’ll go make you some tea L/n!” Momo says and you smile in thanks.

“Oh look they gave you a copy of your file.” Kaminari points out seeing the medical record lying in the bag as he pulls it out. Your eyes widen and you try moving to take it from his grasp but he’s already sitting back down beside Sero and Jiro.

“Kaminari don’t!” You call out but it’s too late as he opens the file and you don’t even hear the front door opening. You see the blonde glaze his eyes over and you see his eyes widen before he slowly looks up at you his face almost pale.

“You were in a coma…” A pin could drop in the room as your classmates all turn to look at your frozen self. Flight or Fight was really happening right now as you contemplated just rushing off to your room and locking yourself in there until you graduated.

“I…i” You could barely get any words out your eyes flickering around to your other classmates at their confused faces until yours meets Uraraka and she looks just as surprised.

“Y/n…” His voice calls out and your head snaps over and you feel your heart stop but also cause warmth seeing him standing there. His bag was resting on one of his shoulders still in his school uniform, his hair looked less vibrant and his eyes had dark circles underneath but they seemed to gain a spark seeing you.

“L/N! You’re alright!” Kirishima yells out rushing over to you grabbing your hands and speaking really fast while your gaze is still glued onto Midoriya’s as he slowly makes his way over and Tsuyu moves sitting beside Uraraka.

“Oi Copycat!” Bakugo’s voice makes you look over at him as he stands over where Kaminari sits holding the file in his hand, “What the hell happened to you.” You can feel your classmates' eyes on you, you couldn’t run from this. They were going to find out sooner or later. Pulling your hands from Kirishima’s moving them to your sweater before pulling it over your head leaving you in the sports bra you had underneath. Quiet gasps come from your classmates as they look at the remnants of your injuries. The scar left from the stab wound and surgery. The raised skin from the scar running down your forearm but the worse was your shoulder, scar tissue when deep across your shoulder but there also was a divet in your shoulder from how much skin and muscle you lost. It wasn’t even the injuries as well the noticed weight and muscle loss that they hadn’t noticed because of the bagginess of your clothes. Your hands clutch the sweater on your lap as you look at the explosive blonde.

“Keep reading it there’s more..” You say and you could tell for once in Bakugo’s life he was conflicted to keep pushing but he looks down at the file and begins reading off.

“Medical induced coma due to severity of injuries massive internal bleeding from puncture liver, a laceration on right forearm, laceration in right shoulder…subclavian artery punctured. On scene time of dea-” He stops before looking up at you.

“Time of death was at 9:25 AM. But then it wasn’t.” You say and you could feel the intensity of their stares especially coming from one.

“You…you died,” Mina says her voice barely a whisper and you nod slowly throwing your sweater back on.

“I still don’t remember much but yeah…they said it was a miracle that I’m back.” You say your eyes meet Midoriya’s. Those who were there knew of the miracle you were talking about. Just a small girl with powers unimaginable.

“Why didn’t...I mean why didn’t the teachers tell us what was happening?” Kaminari asks and you shrug.

“I guess they didn’t know the fullness of what was going on either and they didn’t want you stressing out over me.” You give the best excuse you could think of. It did hurt when you asked if they could visit but they didn’t want to overwhelm you and they didn’t even know the severity of your injuries.

“Stressed out! If we had known we wouldn’t have been over here just thinking you were a bit injured not this much!” Kaminari throws his hands in the air.

“Kaminari our teachers had their reasons. We should just be happy that you are back with us again.” Momo says sitting beside you returning with the tea so you could take your pain meds. The mood was definitely tenser now and with no way to change the subject it seemed like the night was going to end on this tense note. Your classmates gave their pity condolences you didn’t know how to describe them as they each headed to bed. Until it was really just you and Midoriya. Your mind was yelling at you for letting everyone leave but your body didn’t want to move. The two of you just stare at each other before Midoriya speaks up.

“Let’s get you to bed.” You wanted to retort that you could do it yourself but the meds and how late it was really draining all the energy from you. Pushing yourself up your leg buckling for a second and your hand instinctively reaches for Midoriya’s arm as his hand shoots out grabbing your waist. The two of you go bright red pulling away slightly but your hand hovers over him in case your body fails on you again. Grabbing your bag you head towards the elevator and to your floor, the ride is silent as you lean against the wall and Midoriya rests across from you. The doors open reaching your floor and the two of you walk to your dorm you open the door your room is still the same as how you left it.

“Thanks for walking me back you didn’t really have t-” His lips are pressed against yours suddenly and you can’t describe it. Electricity runs through your body but you’re also cold and hot at the same time. Midoriya pulls away his face flush and your mouth is open in shock.

“I like you. Like something more than friends, I don’t know why I ran that day but I shouldn’t have. It wasn’t until the raid I knew I had to tell you. But then I saw you…and Uraraka said you weren’t breathing…I knew I failed. I failed at protecting you as Mr. Aizawa said, I failed at being there for you, I failed at telling you,” Midoriya says remembering defeating Overhaul and saving Eri and when he went looking for you and there you were. Uraraka over you crying out your blood covering her suit as she tried stopping the bleeding anything. And when he held you in his arms he didn’t care about the blood staining the suit he just wanted you to open your eyes. You were so cold in his arms as you just stared up into the sky and he didn’t know how to act he was a wreck. But then Eri saved you, she had brought you back. The paramedics and his teacher had to hold him back so they could take you away and help you. He didn’t leave the hospital for a day All Might and Aizawa had to threaten him to leave. Sitting beside your bed still in his hero suit watching you, seeing the machine keeping you alive as you heal. He talked to you about anything and everything hoping you were listening. But he just wanted you back.

“Midoriya…” Your hand cups his face swiping the stray tears from his face having to listen to him pour his heart out the trauma that would probably live with him for the rest of his life because of you.

“I can’t keep living my life here if you aren’t in it. Even if you just talk to me once a day will be enough...I can’t have you ignoring me you’re the only one who truly understands me.” He says grabbing your hand against his face his other holding your other one. 

You couldn’t help but think back to the similar words you said to him before. 

“I just feel like you’re the only person that understands where I’m truly coming from.”

You felt speechless the two of you taking in one another. You should say something anything and only one thing came to your mind,

“I missed you.” Your lips meet his and he quickly reciprocates your hands cupping his face pulling him closer and his hands wrap around your body holding you. It was euphoric you never wanted this feeling to end.