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alice-grace-and-ava · 3 years ago

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Chapter 2:Rage You Damn Nerd

Three American transfer students join your favorite characters at UA high. Come see as they face the challenges that come with training to be a hero while battling their demons from their past. It’s time for them to push past their boundaries and go plus ultra!!!!!(sorry I’m terrible at descriptions)

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HI! This is Alice, and I wanted to go ahead and post this! Grace wouldn't let me stop doing the tags until it maxed out.................I would rather drink unsweet tea than do that ever again. Anyway enjoy!

Alice

“ Listen Alice” I nod my head and my eyes lower back to his chiseled abs “ look here” Vlad king snapped his fingers in my face to bring my attention back to him.I'm currently sitting in his office, which is all of the teachers, and we are the only ones in the room. His cubicle is littered with fanart, a coffee cup, a mysterious bowl of some type of food, and a computer with a cat on the home screen.Why would a very well-behaved girl like me be in the teacher’s office? He wanted to make a deal with me but from how this is going so far I’m not sure I’m going to like it.“ If you behave, and I mean no hitting on me or other students- don't give me that look!” I feel myself deflate in the chair.“ You don't understand!” I flap my arms in defiance. “ And how do I not understand the fact that you won't stop calling me names, and quite frankly poor Shiozaki cant handle it any more” he challenges. I cross my arms and huff “ It's not my fault that everyone in the class is whiny babies” Vlad leans his head on his desk and is visibly exhausted.

“ Oh, Alice!” I jump from my seat as Present Mic appears, he holds a cup of jasmine tea in one hand and a stack of papers in the other.

“ Mic!” I excitedly respond, he smiles then notices Vlad King's exhaustion.

“ Hey, Hey, Hey my guy what’s wrong?” The other loud blonde in the room questions.

I slap the dying man on the back trying to show that he's okay, but he completely collapses onto the desk with an oof

“ Oh, that's not good” I quickly retract my hand and jump back.

“ What happened Alice?” Present mic sets his stuff on the desk and crouches down closer to the nearly dead man. I look away shyly “ He wants me to make a deal with him” I complain, and with a look from Mic I whine out the rest “but he wants me to stop flirting and making inappropriate comments!”

“ Man Sekkijro you can't make Alice change her style like that, we try to help the students stay true to themselves and that's who she is so let her be herself”

What the hell Mic, I stand still and look away, I hate it when people try to act like this.

“ Listen Vlad king,” I say boredly, my morning now ruined by sympathetic people, and he jumps up to attention at my change. “ Let me come and go as I please, I'll do the bookwork, don't worry, and then I'll stop interrupting your lessons with my comments.” The look of relief on his face is laughable.

“ Yes! As long as you do your schoolwork you can skip class as much as you want!”

I smile widely “ Deal!” I step closer to him and pat his chest “ but that won't stop me from acting up outside of class hours'' His skin drained of all color, Present Mic doubled over laughing. I took this chance to snatch his tea and skip out of the class, yes I skipped out of the room.

I shut the door and stand in the hallway

It’s cold like always……….

*RUMBLE*

I feel a light shake and immediately felt around for the girls, relaxing more once their presence was stable. Grace seems to be in class while Ava on the other hand…

I smile, she’s by herself on the west wing- The wing known for its amazing vending machine- wanting my mood to lighten I reach out for her more.

I hone onto her sunflower energy and a twinge of power flows within myself

Grace

To say that the school day so far has been boring would be an understatement. The only interesting part of the day was when I got to repeatedly correct the present mic about slang terms in English class. I don't understand why I have to take that class anyway. It's an easy A, or it would be if the slang that Present Mic was trying to teach wasn't from the 80s.

After English with the present mic, it was time for lunch. The entire school seems like it’s on the same lunch schedule so the lunchroom was packed. I was having trouble finding a seat when I heard someone yell out my name. When I looked around to find the owner of the voice I saw a group of kids from my class looking in my direction. Kirishima was holding his hand in the air and waving it around excitedly.

I made my way over only to find that the only available seat was next to Bakuhoe. Reluctantly I placed my tray down and moved my chair as far away from his as possible before I sat down and began to eat my food. I could practically feel the entire group’s eyes staring into the side of my head. I glanced up from my food and was met with four curious faces looking at me. The first one to speak was the pink girl. “Hi, I don’t believe we’ve formally met. I’m-” “You’re Mina Ashido, the boy with the blond hair with the lightning bolt is Denki Kaminari, black hair is Sero Hanta, the redhead is Eijiro Kirishima, and the punk next to me is Katsuki Bakugou.” They all stare at me with various looks of surprise on their faces. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was supposed to put the last name first wasn’t I?” The one to speak up was Sero. “No- well yes, but I guess we weren’t expecting to know all of our names.” I glance around and see them all nodding in agreement except for Bakugou. “Let’s just say that where I’m from you learn names and faces pretty quickly for safety reasons.” Kaminari was the one to speak up next. “Why do you need to-” The sound of Into the Unknown resounds from the pocket of the shorts that were under my skirt. When I finally can get the phone out I see I have a text from Ava asking me to meet her in her classroom and to bring my backpack. “Sorry to cut this lunch short but I have to go meet my sister.” Mina excitedly jumps out of her seat and scurries or to me before stopping directly in front of me.”You have a sister that goes here?!” I place my hands on her shoulder and push her back slightly. “Yea I have two. Technically we’re not blood-related but in the words of Supernatural “family doesn’t end in blood.”

Alice

“Oh hello Alice, I just ate my last bag of cookies sorry. If I knew you were coming I would've given it to that cute kid…..”

I am sitting on the bench in front of a vending machine Ava is sitting cross-legged to my right surrounded by food.

“Cute kid?” I smirk and poke her shoulder, she grabs my shoulder and leans in close.

“You have no idea how adorable he is, fluffy hair! Big ground eyes! And freckles, he has freckles!!”

I burst out laughing and reach up to pat her head, glad that I chose to visit her because she can entertain me.

“Why are you laughing?” she wines out

“Because you’re amusing”

She huffs and opens up a honey bun to eat it, I stare at the cup of tea in my hand,

“Alice, what’s wrong?”

Ava leans her head on my shoulder.

I glance down at a snickers bar, and a certain pomeranian pops into my head.

“Alice?”

“It's nothing Ava, nothing at all, in fact, can you hold this cup please”

I smile innocently and watch as she takes the cup without hesitation

We stare at each other

I grab a snickers bar and get the fuck out of there.

“ALICCCCEEEE!!! THAT’S MINE”

I hear her scream, then a crash of the coffee cup smashing into the ground.

Sorry Mic

I start running through the halls, fear creeps into me as I hear her running up behind me.

I hear her footsteps quickly closing in on me.

Dang, it! I should’ve rethought this, I know how fast she is, and yet I thought this was a bright Idea. A CHILD!

I reach out and grab the small purple-haired kid by the collar and yeeted him over my shoulder.

“Oh hello there goddess”

Glancing over and see the purple kid stuck to Ava, she tries to pry him off but he only continues to stick on her.

I laugh at my victory, knowing whatever Ava will try to do to get back at me Grace will stop.

I keep my walk at a fast pace, noticing how I can hear the voices of students grow louder. I open silver double doors and look around the room. A very nice cafeteria is filled with students, they sit at nice comfortable booths and chat. Scanning the room looking for my next victim

“ WHAT DID YOU SAY YA NERD!”

I smile as I hear a dog bark out annoyingly, the students sitting in the booth close to me quickly got up sensing my intentions. I calmed myself and plastered a smile on my face, I turn to see the Pomeranian sitting with 4 other people ( even happier when one of those is my dear Pikachu). I sneak towards the group, closing in behind the cute static brain, Mid rant the mutt stops and looks at me confused causing the others to look. Denki of course doesn’t notice as he is concentrating on his food, I wink at the group.

“ Pikachu I choose you!”

I yell and throw my arms around his neck. He lets out a scream and then goes into a coughing fit.

Everyone starts laughing, I slap my fellow blonde harshly on the back to assist him in not dying.

“ So who’s your friend?” the redhead asks as he wipes his eyes.

I climb over the booth and slip in between Denki and the redhead, right across from the mutt, I throw him a smirk.

“ Ah, this is-”

“ Wait a damn minute you’re the annoying brat that-”

“ I’m Alice, I just transferred from America- Also I’m Pikachu’s friend!”

I interrupt the mutt and throw my arm around my now proclaimed friend.

“ What’s your last name?” the pink girl questioned.

I remove my arm and clap my hands together to rest my chin on them.

“ I don’t have one, and who are you Pinkie Pie?”

Sensing my tone the redhead jumped in.

“ Sorry, it’s just our friend said she has two sisters that go to school here, so we just wanted to know.”

The mutt aggressively set his juice box down on the table and they stared at him.

“ Didn’t you hear her, they’re not blood-related so of course the last name isn’t the same.”

Ahh he gets bonus points

I laugh trying to change the mood.

“ Well, I’ll introduce everyone-” I interrupt Denki

“The first name only, I’ll only remember it”

He grins and points at the kid with weird elbows

“ Sero”

“Flextape”

“Mina”

“Pinkie Pie”

“Eijiro”

“ Shark - and or Shark bait ooh ah ah”

They stared at me, the mutt chokes on his juice.

“Should I even try if you’re going to give us nicknames”

Denki lets a breath out as I continue to smile, he points at himself

“Pikachu?”

I nod my head, he hesitantly then points across from him

“Mutt”

I don’t miss a beat.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME!!”

“Mutt” I respond with a smile and seeing how he’s at the perfect level I slip the Snickers bar towards him on the table.

“It’s okay your not you when you’re hungry”

He turns to stone, then as if he was a newly awakened volcano he exploded. Everyone at the table jumps up as he starts to produce explosions.

“Welp gotta blast” I grin out and holding my hand out to give Pikachu a high-five, then leaping across the table and now on the run for the second time today.

I weave in between students standing in the cafeteria, standing in shock as they watch 3 people try to restrain a rabid dog.

I slip through the doors and a laugh escapes me as my daily entertainment has been fulfilled.

“ Oh it’s you”

I look to my left and my biggest smile of the day creeps on my face.

“Best Boi!” I jump to hug him, he stops me by placing a hand on my head, I let out a whine as I struggle to touch him.

“You’re very loud today” he states boredly.

“Yes of course I am! I was playing with the dog and also stole some candy, which I tried to give to the dog but he didn’t want it” I pout, Shinsou doesn't even look surprised at my confession.

“ Did you at least have lunch?”

I stop trying to hug him and stood up straight, dread fills me “ Grace is going to murder me”

I whisper to him, he chuckles and reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a slice of lemon bread.

“ Can’t have the problem child dying”

My eyes widen as I stare at his outstretched hand.

“You’re stalking me”

“what - You know what I’m not even going to try to argue with you, but why would you assume that”

I swipe the package from his hand and beam at him, “because it’s my favorite snack”

He stands there, head empty no brain,

“Oh, Alice there you are! I was wondering if I could have my cup back, its a limited edition DJ Khaled cup”

I look at shinshou with a guilty look, Present Mic appears down the hall strutting my way

“Gotta blast again! By best boi”

I salute him and put the bread in my mouth, like a true anime girl, and hop out the window escaping.

Grace

When I met up with Ava there was a weird purple ball stuck to her skirt and she needed to get her spare skirt out of her locker. As it turns out Ava needed my backpack because she accidentally put the slip of paper with her locker combination in one of my folders, but the one folder she needed was at home. We ended up spending a good 10-15 minutes looking for it before we finally went to her teacher. Who was nice enough to give me a pass to class because I was running late. I made it to class five minutes after the bell rang but luckily the teacher wasn’t there yet. Just as I placed my pencil pouch on my desk the door to the classroom slams open to reveal All Might, the number one hero standing on his toes with his hands on the door frame. He leans forward so that his weight is supported by his hands, and he’s standing in what seems to be a pose imitating flying. His cape flows into the classroom, and if I look closely I can see the fan positioned in the hallway behind him that he’s using to provide the breeze for his cape.

“I am here!”

The sound of excited murmuring begins to resonate around the classroom. All might does a weird march as he makes his way behind the teacher’s desk

Sir why are you walking like you have something stuck up your butt.

“Welcome to the most important class at U.A high! Think of it as heroing 101! Here you will learn the basics of being a pro and what it means to fight in the name of good!”

All might places one of his feet on the chair and turns so that his back is faced to us while he flexes to make his muscles even larger than they already are.

“Let’s get into it! Today’s lesson: pull no punches!” All might holds up a card that just says BATTLE. The class begins to talk in an uproar of excitement. “Hell yea finally some action!” Bakugou’s loud voice in my ear sends a sharp pain through my skull. I turn in my seat so that I am face to face with him. “Bitch! Do that again! Yell in my ear again and see what happens to you! I know how to hide a body. They’ll never find you.” Bakugou slams his hands on his desk and gets closer to my face “ Are you threatening me!” A small smirk works its way onto my face. “It's not a threat. It’s a promise. Now if you don’t get out of my face I promise that I will punch you in yours.”

Before he can say anything else several slots in the wall open and shelves of number cases slide out. “ Part of being a hero is looking good so in each case is a costume based on the information that each of you provided before school started” the class once again starts to murmur in excitement. “ Young Grace, your hero costume just arrived this morning from your old school, so it is not with the rest of the classes. You will have to stop by the office to grab yours, so you are excused to go and collect that.”

It didn’t take me long to get my costume and by the time I got back to the class the last person was grabbing their assigned case number and I was being ushered in the direction of the changing rooms.

After everyone was changed we made our way to the training ground beta. I couldn’t help but look around at everyone’s costumes. A green figure caught my attention. Is that midoriya? What the hell is he wearing? His costume was interesting, to say the least. It looked sort of like a mutant bunny. Wait a damn minute. Why does his costume look familiar? I try to figure out what or who his costume reminds me of until I feel a presence next to me when I look I see no one until I glance down to see Mineta standing way too close for comfort and staring at the exposed skin of my thigh. “Man, I love this school.” My face scrunches in disgust, but before I can do anything All Might begins talking again. All Might! My eyes dart back and forth between Midoriya’s costume and All Might. The more that I look the more the similarities stick out. Did he base his costume on All Might?

“Alright, newbies each of you will step up and choose a letter from this box. This will determine what team you will be on. Since we have an uneven number of students one team will have three people instead of two.” One by one my classmates found their teams until it was my turn. I reached in and felt around until I finally was able to grasp a sheet of paper. Please not the same team as that pomeranian.Please not the same team as that pomeranian. I opened the slip and low and behold I’m on the same team as Katsuki Bakugou. Begrudgingly I walked over to Bakugou and Iida to wait for the rest of the class to finish drawing for their teams.

Once everyone was paired up for teams, All Might reached into the two boxes that had been sitting to the side labeled hero and villain. He raises his hands into the air in an extravagant manner while holding two balls. One with the letter A and the other with the letter D. “Team A will be the heroes and Team D you three will be the villains. Now go to your starting positions. The rest of the class and I will be watching. If things go too far I will stop the fight.” I follow Iida to where we need to go, but we each stop at All Might to get an earpiece so that we can talk to each other.

Iida, Bakugou, and I were placed in a large room to guard a weapon. As we wait for All Might to announce the start I hear Bakugou grumbling to himself. “Yo hedgehog. What’s got your panties in a twist?” He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Do you think that damn nerd has a quirk?” Iida speaks up before I have the opportunity to. “ Do you mean Midoriya? Of course, he has a quirk. How else would he have gotten into U.A. otherwise, and you saw him at the entrance exam.” Bakugou clenches his fist and the smell of caramel floods my nostrils. The static of the earpieces being activated sounds in our ears. “Let the battle begin!” Bakugou is the first to move, heading for the door right away. Iida starts to wave his hands around in a wild but robotic manner. “Bakugou where are you going? We need to stay-”“ You two just stay here and guard the weapon.” With that, he disappears into the hallway. “ Don’t worry Iida I’m still here.” He turns and looks down at me before his face turns a bright red color and he swiftly turns his head to look away from me. I glance down to try to figure out what has him so flustered, but I don't see the problem. When I look back at him he still refuses to look at me. “th-tha-. Let’s-um- let’s move everything out of the floor so that when Uraraka and Midoriya come Uraraka can’t use her quirk.” After he gives instructions he just begins to move things around, while still avoiding looking in my direction. “Iida?” He hums while still moving things around. “Are you okay?” I start to move things around and off the floor. “I am fine Jackson, but thank you for your concern.” “Are you sure? Because you were really red.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see his back stiffen. “I am fine, I assure you.” I don’t believe you but I’ll leave it alone.

It takes us about ten minutes or so to move everything out of the floor and put them where Uraraka can’t use them. As we wait Iida starts to mumble to himself about how to be a good pretend villain. Slowly he starts to get louder until he’s taking in a boisterous voice in a stiff or of tone. I can’t help but to chuckle at his antics, and he turns and looks at me wide-eyed as if he had forgotten that I was here. He goes to speak, but I raise my hand to silence him when I hear something. It’s quiet for a moment before the faint sound of shuffling can be heard. “Did you hear that?” Iida looks at me with confusion written all over his face. “No, I did not hear anything.” The shuffling sound happens again. “There it is again.” Iida looks around. “Maybe it was Bakugou.” I continue to look around to try to find the source of the noise when a faint scent hits my nose. “ It’s not Bakugou. It doesn’t smell like caramel. It’s like a softer smell like flowers.” Iida looks around smelling the air. “Are you sure I don’t smell anything” I continue to observe the area before I spot a pink shoe peeking out from behind a pillar. “Trust me Iida if there is anything I am confident with it’s my sense of smell. And I'm also confident that Uraraka is currently hiding behind that pillar over there by the door.” A small squeak comes from the girl.

As I go to take a step forward the building begins to shake and I end up on the floor. “Dammit, Bakugou! What the hell are you doing.” the earphone stays silent. “Bakugou I know that you can hear me!” A growl can be heard from his end of the line. “Shut the hell up. I’m handling my job. You handle yours.” The sound of static fills my ears, and I turn around to look at Iida. “Did-did he just turn his earpiece off?” All that he offers is a blank expression. The building shakes again this time a few pieces of the ceiling fall and we have to cover our heads. Once the building settles and debris no longer rains I wait a moment before I stand just to make sure that the building won’t start shaking again.

I start to dust off my pants when I notice movement out of the side of my eye. I look over to see Uraraka moving from her place behind the pillar and start running towards the weapon. “Iida!” The sound of his engines fills the room as I charge forward towards the brunette. “Got it!” I throw myself forward and tackle Uraraka before she can get any further. It becomes a mess of hands flying between the two of us. Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! You are not pennywise and we don’t all float here! The building shaking again distracts me for a moment, but it gives her an opening and she places a hand on my arm while activating her quirk. Slowly the floor starts to get further away, and I try to reach out to grab anything that can steady me without success. Instead of floating straight up like I had expected, I can feel myself start to float in the direction that Iida and I had been standing. Suddenly I feel my stomach sink and my body is no longer weightless as I slam down into the floor knocking all of the air out of me. I’m gonna remember that.

It takes a moment for me to regain my breath, but when I finally do Iida reaches his hand out to help me up. The sound of Urarka talking into her comm reaches my ears and I look over to see her grabbing onto a pillar. What are you- the building begins to shake again, but this time stronger than before. “Iida I would grab onto something if I were you.” Before either of us could move a giant explosion blasted up through the floor. To keep my balance I grabbed onto Iida. When the explosion stopped a cloud of dust remained. Something seemed to be moving within the dust and I squinted to try to make out what it was. The shape of rocks moving towards us became more apparent and the two of us ducked to cover our heads. From behind us, we heard the sound of Uraraka cheering as she came in contact with the weapon.

“The hero team wins!” It is what it is. The three of us walk down to the ground level where a medical bed is taking Midoriya away to Recovery Girl through the giant hole in the side of the building. All Might stands there amongst the rubble watching as the bed carries away one of his students. He turns to look at the remaining four of us and leads us in the direction of the observation room. The class is silent as we walk in. All Might walks to his chair and turns to look at the four of us. “While the heroes may have won this fight the true MVPs were Iida and Grace.” Mummers fill the room as our classmates talk amongst themselves. “Does anyone know why?” Momo steps forward. “The two of them discussed a plan to ensure that their opponent was at a disadvantage. They were aware of their opponent’s skill and prepared for it. They were aware of their surroundings, Grace especially. While it is okay to separate sometimes on a mission it is best to stay together, and that is what they did.” I glance over at Bakugou, but he’s looking down with his hands clenched into a fist and his teeth clenched. All Might called for the next group to go, but I didn’t pay attention to who was next, instead I chose to sit in the corner of the room and take a nap.

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After everyone completed the training exercise All Might excused us to go change and head back to the class. I was the first back in the classroom. Rather than sit at my desk, I perched myself on the windowsill to watch the world outside. Slowly everyone began to trickle back into the classroom, all except Bakugou, and the classroom began to bustle with noise once again. The door to the classroom opens and I turn to see who it is. Midoriya stands in the doorway with his arm lightly wrapped up. Everybody crowds around Midoriya, but I remain where I am staring out the window.

A familiar head of blond hair emerges from the school. I move to grab my bag, but before I leave the window I notice a head of green hair that can only be midoriya chasing after Bakugou. The two of them seem to talk, well Midoriya seems to be talking, Bakugou seems to be yelling. Bakugou turns to walk away again, but All Might appears practically out of thin air. Bakugou keeps his back to the two of them as All Might talks to him. The interaction doesn’t last long before Bakugou starts to walk away again. All Might and Deku stand there for a moment before All Might places a hand on his shoulder and leads him back into the building. While Bakugou is still in sight I grab my backpack off of the ground and throw the window open. I jump out Alice style and a familiar tingling sensation radiates between my shoulder blades as a pair of blue and purple butterfly wings sprout. I flutter over just behind the angry blonde and will my wings away. I walk a little faster to stand beside him and then slow down so that I can walk beside him as he stomps away like a little gremlin. He doesn’t look over at me, but I can tell that he knows that it’s me. “What the hell do you want?” What do I want? Why am I even here? He's not my friend. He's not even an acquaintance. I step in front of him and stop causing him to stop as well. For the first time, I offer him a small smile. “Let’s go grab frozen yogurt. My treat.” I don’t give him time, I just grab his wrist and drag him to the shop that I saw on the walk to school this morning.

When we get there the young man at the front counter greets us in a bubbly tone as he hands us our cups to go fill up. I filled my cup with coconut froyo topped with strawberry boba, coconut shavings, and three cherries. when I walk to the register bakugou is already standing there with his cup half full of chocolate with some granola and a single cherry.” you sure that’s all you want? I don’t mind, Ava usually gets two full cups when I pay so if you're concerned about the price being too high don’t worry about it.” He scowls at me a growl bubbling up from the back of his throat.” Shut the hell up and weigh your cup.” I place my cup on the scale and raise my hands in mock surrender.” All alright, alright I was just being nice.” I reach behind me to grab my wallet out of my bag. When I finally find it and turn around to pay I see the clerk handing Bakugou money.” What are you doing? I was gonna pay for your stuff.”Bakugou shoves his money angrily back into his pocket and yanks his froyo off of the scale.” I don’t need some damn extra paying for my food when I am perfectly capable of doing it myself. Now grab you shit so we can go.” Bakugou doesn’t even wait for me before he walks out of the shop. I turn and thank the guy behind the counter before I grab my froyo and follow after Bakugou. We walk in silence as we eat until in the distance I spot a park and dash toward it.” Hey, where the hell are you going!” I spot a trashcan and as I dash past it I throw away my cup but continue my path to my destination. When I reach the object behind my excitement I throw down my backpack and practically throw myself into the seat of the swing. By the time Bakugou reaches me I've obtained a pretty good height.” What the hell was that!” I close my eyes as the wind whips past me.” I haven’t been on a swing since I was a kid! My mom used to bring my sisters and me to the park all the time before-.” A memory flashes behind my eyelids and I snap my eyes open. I stop kicking my legs and my swing slowly loses momentum until it just slightly sways. Bakugou looks at me with the same scowl on his face but a gleam of curiosity sparks in his eyes.” Why don’t you sit with me. Not on the same swing of course, but it’s a nice day out today. the fresh air will do you some good.” he looked down at me like I was stupid for a moment. To be honest, at this moment I feel stupid. In the end, he sits down on the swing.his swing slightly sways as he rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet.

A nice silence settles between the two of us that lasts for maybe ten to fifteen minutes before Bakugou breaks the silence.” Why did you invite me to get frozen yogurt with you?” I look over at him, but he’s looking straight ahead. “First of all, just say froyo dude. And I guess you just seemed like you needed a pick me up.” He looks over at me, his signature scowl plastered on his face. “So what is this out of pity or something! I don’t need pity from some damn extra! I don’t need pity from anyone!” In his tangent, he stood from his swing and moved in front to stand in front of me. “ Woah, Woah, Woah. who said anything about pity. Because I know damn well that word never left my mouth. Did you hear me say ‘oh poor Bakugou’? No cause those words never left my lips. I tried to be nice because even though I don't know what it is that made you mad, frustrated, or whatever emotion you're feeling I know what it’s like to be suffering by yourself. When you're so blinded by whatever you're feeling that it feels like you're drowning in it, but I also know what it’s like to have someone with you even if it’s just sitting in silence together. I was trying to be nice, but you wanted to be an bitch. Do me a favor and get your head out of your ass because it ain’t a hat. Now if you excuse me I’m going home.” I push past him and grab my bag as I begin the journey home.

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yourfaveisyanderematic · 5 years ago

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LUVYU SNPAI

For anon who wanted “I don’t care who they are, I never want to see you talking to them again!” with Jotaro. A slightly different take on what happened when he first got Star Platinum, and why he locked himself in jail.

WARNING: Implied neck trauma.

“Are you ready?!”

The computerized announcer’s voice was loud enough to turn heads, even in the excitingly deafening din of the arcade, but you just sighed and sat back to watch. Hana hopped from foot to foot as Yamamoto straightened out his uniform, the two classmates preparing for yet another round on Dare To Dance EX’s stage…

“They’re going for it again, huh? That’s determination; didn’t Yamamoto almost break his neck on this song last time?” Nakayama—another one of the carousel of faces in your after-school clique—passed you an ice-cold soda from the vending machine as the music started in earnest. You couldn’t keep your lips from curling in a self-assured smile, an expression she mirrored as she took the seat next to you. It was your up-to-something-grin, so a fun story was surely around the corner; you always seemed to have one of those.

“Hana and I have a bet,” you admitted, popping the cap of your drink for a sip, “she’s convinced I’m hiding some secret crush—I bet she just wants to make sure Matsuda still has a chance—and won’t quit bugging me about it. So, I promised to tell her everything she wanted to know…if she can beat the record on MAXX Ultra.”

Nakayama tittered as she playfully elbowed you, nearly making you spill your drink. “That’s so mean of you!” She pointed in mock accusation, giving you a close-up of her chipped neon nail polish. “You’re too competitive to let her beat you on the easy levels. You’re really going to ask her to beat your score on the hardest?”

The song ended, eliciting a chorus of disappointed groans from your friends as the scoreboard popped up. Third place changed the most frequently; right now it was held by someone going by MRBST. Second place had also changed recently, to a TNKAK.

And of course, first place, the score no mere high schooler would beat, the letters that had been in place for months…

SNPAI. You’d entered it as a joke; for a while, the #1 in the arcade had been entering LUVYU in all the machines they could, and it was going to be your way of admitting a crush at the time. Surpassing them had ruined the joke, though, and since you were the oldest of your friends they’d naturally assumed the name was referring to you.

“We got close that time!” Yamamoto grumbled, patting his pockets for more change, “I’m sure we can get it—hey, you brought enough coins to do this, right…?” He glanced at you. You sighed, already reaching for your purse.

“They’re going to make me bankroll my own defeat? Who’s the mean one, again?” you muttered to Nakayama, who giggled again; this time definitely at you, not with you.

“He wasn’t…oh, never mind.” She waved a little as Hana laughed and Yamamoto suddenly found new, very interesting depths in his pockets to search.

You felt heat creep up your neck. “…ah.” The song started up again as the two got back into position, both very determinedly keeping their backs to you. You stood up, quickly enough to make Nakayama do a double take.

“Oh? Do you want me to get something else for you, Senpai?”

“No, I just feel like walking for a bit. I’m going to go buy some snacks.”

“Then I’ll go with you!” she jumped up, trailing behind you like a brightly colored comet as you crossed the tacky carpet and various games to the snack counter. You were just in line to order when she said something that gave you pause.

“Huh. What’s he doing here?”

“Who?” You whipped your head around and immediately regretted it. “Ugh.”

The arcade was full of people, bright lights and loud noises, which made it your ideal stomping ground once classes were done. It was also someplace that Jotaro Kujo—some punk who happened to be in the year above you, not that he acted like it—shouldn’t have been caught dead.

And yet, there he was: tall, brooding, and stubbornly still wearing his uniform, stock-still in the ever-changing crowd he’d once said wasn’t really his scene.

…what he’d actually said, that afternoon you’d tried to invite him with your friends, was: “What a hassle. Arcades are annoying as fuck, I can’t believe you actually spend all your free time there.”

You couldn’t decide what it was about him that rubbed you the wrong way, what sent that spike of irritation through your good mood or why you practically glared at the little of his face you could see. People had different tastes, and some were ruder about it than others; you weren’t someone who could honestly claim to be unfailingly polite. Your little circle ran the spectrum of honor students to borderline delinquents, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t fit in. You couldn’t even say he was particularly boring, or hard to look at.

It was just…

Nakayama nudged something into your hand, bringing you back into the present moment. It was the candy you were going to order.

“Oh, hell. You should have said something sooner, let me pay…” you fumbled for your wallet as the two of you started to push back towards the others. She just smirked, glancing back at the direction you were staring; Jotaro was tall enough that he was visible even from here, still conspicuously not doing anything in a place where everyone was doing something.

“You seemed preoccupied, what can I say? But…” she leaned in conspiratorially.

“is it Kujo you’ve got a crush on? Because I didn’t take you for the type to be into bad boys…”

“Oh my god, isn’t it bad enough I have to take this from Hana?”

She threw her head back and laughed, then immediately cursed as she spilled some of her snacks. “come on, you know I had to! But really…it’s gonna be weird if he is, and you start bringing him around. He got in a fight with Miiki the other day, that’s why he wasn’t at school.”

You frowned at her as the music from DTDEX got louder and louder. It was a different song than when you left, so Hana must have given up for the day. “Miiki told me he’d fallen off his bike.”

Nakayama shrugged. “He knows you hate fighting, he probably didn’t want to piss you off. Who knows what boys are thinking?”

——

There was another reason you loved the arcade so much, and it was because silence gave you the creeps. There was a thrill, an energy you got when there were a lot of people around, especially when they were paying attention to you. You’d gotten so used to it that its absence had made you uncomfortable, and you found yourself looking over your shoulder periodically as your footsteps echoed in the empty halls of your school.

If there were still students or faculty around, you didn’t run into any of them, which was just as well. You were never really good at hiding your feelings, and the expression reflected in the windows you passed would only invite questions you didn’t feel like answering.

You slammed the door open to the stairwell and stepped inside, frowning as you caught some cigarette smoke wafting from the fire exit. You checked your watch—it was a little after 3PM—and slowly descended, letting whoever was in here with you hear each and every footstep.

Jotaro watched you turn the corner with a blank expression that could only be surprise, cigarette still frozen a few inches from his face. He probably hadn’t moved a muscle the moment he he heard you come in.

You stopped on the last step, still several feet away but high enough that the difference in height wasn’t as extreme. You leveled him with a stare you hoped was cold and waved the folded-up note in your free hand.

“Hey, Kujo. Let’s talk.”

If Jotaro was surprised that you knew the note was his, he didn’t show it. He just leaned forward a little, maybe to check and see if you really had come alone. “You’re early. None of your groupies came to back you up?”

If they knew I was meeting you, maybe, you thought. What you actually said was: “I’m already doing something at the time you wanted to meet, and I figured we could get this over with before I head to the arcade.”

Jotaro growled, a low rumble deep in his throat as his eyes bored into yours. The brim of his cap threw most of his face into shadow, giving his sharp features a more menacing cast, but you didn’t flinch. You’d seen worse.

“What can I do for you, Kujo? Hoping to get my homework? Money, cigarettes? I hope for your sake this isn’t a confession, because after what you’ve done to my friends I won’t have any problem breaking your heart.”

Miiki. Reo. Yamamoto. In between injuries and nebulous troubles, the boys who tagged along with your group after school were suddenly finding excuses to not hang out, and your other friends were starting to follow suit. It didn’t take a Philip Marlowe to figure out why, but you got all the proof you needed when you confronted Yamamoto at his house and all but forced Jotaro’s name out of him.

“They’re not your friends,” he hissed, taking a step forward, “they’re a bunch of hangers-on who only want to talk to you because they think you’re attractive. That, or they’re trying to get something.”

You laughed, but there wasn’t any humor in it. “Oh, and that’s something you’d know all about, huh?” Jotaro’s scowl was growing deeper and more dangerous by the second, but you couldn’t help but grin; if fists were his weapons, words were yours.

“Maybe if you bothered to talk to people more, you’d understand. You could have had that with us, not that it’s going to happen anymore—not after the stunt you pulled. They’re my friends, and they could have been yours!” As if someone else was speaking, you felt your voice rise, felt the heat fill your face.

There was a smaller voice somewhere in the back of your head that whispered that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to provoke him like this, but it was easy to ignore. Giving Jotaro exactly what he deserved felt too good.

“I don’t care who they are, damn it!” Jotaro shouted back, carried forward in the burst of his words, until he was inches away from your face. You moved to push him away or take a step back, and realized that his hands were wrapped around your shoulders, holding you in place.

That little voice was getting a little louder.

“I never want to see you talking to them again.” He hissed, watching your eyes widen as if he’d slapped you. Maybe he thought he’d cow you into compliance if he got physical, but the rage that filled you—rage at this bastard for daring to think he could step in and control your life, with one conversation—overwhelmed any instinct you had to obey.

“No. No, I won’t,” you spat, “I’m not going to cut myself off from everyone just because you want me to be as alone and scared and miserable as you.”

You made your move, in the instant the words hit home and his face twisted in inarticulate rage, bringing your knee up to slam into his groin and give you the space you needed to get away. You—

In the next instant, you weren’t looking into his face but at the washed-out wall of the stairwell, peculiarly slanted, and it took another heartbeat for your mind to catch up and realize you were looking at it from the ground.

You had been in a car accident once. There was a strange sensation—not quite vertigo, not quite nausea—that overcame you after the initial overwhelming force slammed you backward into your seat, drawing the breath from your lungs and the blood from your face. It was so strange, feeling it now.

Had he moved? You didn’t see it. And yet, you had been hit and sent flying backward. The back of your neck must have connected with the cement edge of the stair behind you, something you knew was horrible but couldn’t really feel too worried about. You watched a thin line of ants make their way along the cracks in the wall with a faraway sense of alarm.

Could you get up? You should get up.

You couldn’t get up. You could see your hand, fallen by your face in the awkward sprawl Jotaro had knocked you into, and you could see it twitch but you couldn’t make it close. You couldn’t move it to prop yourself up. You couldn’t do anything.

Someone pressed their hand to your neck, shaking with enough force that you felt your chin jitter a little. A face came into view; Jotaro’s, of course. No doubt admiring his handiwork, even though all the anger had vanished from his eyes and he was now holding your face as carefully as if you were made of glass.

A bit late for that, don’t you think, Kujo? You wanted to say, but couldn’t.

“I don’t—I didn’t do that. I didn’t…” he choked, a surprisingly vulnerable whimper from a man who practically dwarfed you. His body curled forward, shielding your eyes from the eye-searingly bright light overhead.

You felt yourself get pulled upward, gathered into his arms like a child collecting their doll. One of his hands came back into view, now covered in something red. Irritation rose in your throat, and you longed to kick at him, to tell him put me down before you get that all over my uniform, but all that came from your throat was a high-pitched whine.

“I know. I know.” he whispered, brushing the hair from your face, leaving a streak of something warm and wet in its place. “I’ll…I’ll fix this. I’ll take you home, find out what happened. I’ll take care of you.”

Your head lolled forward, resting against his shoulder as he pushed through the door and carried you out of the back of the building, away from the sounds of other people. The pain was coming, now, a stabbing pain that sat behind your eyes and radiated through your head, overwhelming all thought. Maybe it was better not to think.

Your senpai would take care of you.

#yandere x reader #yandere jjba #yandere jotaro #fun fact: DDR didn't come out until like a decade after part 3 #there's probably a couple other anachronisms in this fic #if you point them out to me you will taste my blade!#by me

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big-bad-shorty-king · 6 years ago

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Danger Days Master Post

Happy March 22nd! I’m running a Danger Days based table top using the Atomic Highway system so I had to do a lot of research to figure out slang and world stuff! You may or may not have remembered me teasing this back in January (which was suppose to be out by the end of Jan but life sucks so lets dance but it’s better late than never!) I did a fuck ton of research for a game right now, so ill turn my hyper-fixation into a helpful guide for anyone hoping to write some fan fiction!

LOCATIONS

So locations are a little weird in this universe, we dont actually know the exact locations of places but we have a general idea about some.

Battery City

Zones (1-6 if during the music videos, 1-7 if set after the videos, Zone 7 was established after the videos and before the comics)

The Dinner - Fab 4 hide out

Wolfblood Beach, likely somewhere in Zone 1 close to Battery City since people are allowed to go there.

Neon District, either in Zone 1 or in Battery City

Mega Moon's Throttle bar, full of Wave-Head’s, likely somewhere deep into the zones

Hyper-Thrusts, some sort of store, carry “dust mouth”

Fuck You House, concert venu

Route Guano, highway, Kobra Kid and Jet Star are killed here in the album

Zone 55 - Brazil

Mega Moon’s Throttle Bar - Full of wave-heads

The Lobby - Slums of Battery City

The Nest - Ultra V’s hide out

DESTROYA is located here

Mailbox Shrine - Alter to dead

Phoenix Witch guides souls of masks here

Letters reach loved ones

B.L.I Headquaters

Gas n’ Gulp = Dr. D’s - radio station

L.A. Crater

Cherrri’s Home - Artifacts of Fab 4 located here

Gravel Gertle’s Orphanage

Zone 5 Carnival

Zone 3 Crater

The Tube - Battery city, reprograming

Zone 55 - Brazil

Retinal Resorts - BLI owned, “everyone is famous”

Slang

Oh boy is this a long one, let me know if I missed anything

Moterbabies- Kids on the run, survivors

Ghosted - Dead, killed

Bonus track - Look attractive

Crash Queen - Daredevil

Slaughtermatic - Loud, crazy (sound)

Microbursts - Small stuff

Dracs - Draculoids

Crows - S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/

Exterminators - Highest level Dracs/S/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/

Dusted - Killed

Ritalin rats - Drug addicts

Wave-Heads - Radiation addicts

Shiny - Awesome

Clap - Fight

Fire fight - Fight with ray guns

Pig - Scarecrow operatives/poliece

Upthursts - Turn up

Tumbleweed - Person who wanders desert

Zaps - Laser blaster

Zone Rat - Lives in zones

Zonerunner/Zonehopper - Spends time in Zones

Costa Rica - Crazy or bad

Dust Angel - Zone runner

411- Info/update

Getaway Mile - Route Guano

BLI(/ind) - Better Living Industries

Flies - Tiny spy cameras

Carbons - Money

Hit the Red Line - Running away, usually going as fast as a car can go

The Individual - Ray gun

Rubberburner - Goes so fast it destroys tires

Graffiti Bible - Droid holy scripture

Radical tubes - Probably drugs?

Plus - Battery replenisher, addictive

Power Pup - Dog food, killjoys eat this

C.A.T. - Surveillance device, looks like an actual cat

Droids

Have emotions

Can become absolute

Turned to satellites

DESTROYA = God

Graffiti Bible

Types

Blue, 50 Carbons, Loving

Yellow, 150 Carbons, Passive

Orange, 250 Carbons, Aggressive

Purple, 500 Carbons, Fiesty

Green, 750 Carbons, Soothing

Red, 1000 Carbons, Fiery

Supernatural/Religious Figures

DESTROYA - God-like machine

Foretold to free droids in Graffiti Bible

Abandoned experiment by BLI

“Too large to manage”

Phoenix Witch

Representation of death

Zones divided on belief

Is real

Takes care of the dead through offerings of anything “close to the soul,” usually a mask, and guides a dead person to the proper destination (afterlife)

Collects from Mailbox Shrine and battlefields

History

The history is really weird and murky and can kinda change depending on the medium used, i did my best to piece this together in the most coherent way possible

Creation of BL/ind

Great fires of 2012

Rise of Bl/ind

Helium Wars - Texas destroyed

Analog Wars (2014-2015)

Dr. D lost legs

The Girl’s mother is killed

Pig Bomb (2017)

Events of videos (2019)

Events of comics (2029)

Battle of Utah (Unknown when it happened, so it can be placed wherever)

Brands/Logos

Clown logo (we know literally nothing about this)

Skull logo (we know literally nothing about this)

Cosmic Thrust - Sells “zone-tested radical tubes”

Dead Pegasus - Oil company

Electrokat - Likely sells batteries

Supa Stinga Exploders - Explosives

Mousekat - Cartoon from Batter City

Dr. Phizzles’s - Hair dye

Spider - Symbol for Fab 4

Better Living Logo

SCARECROW unit

Better Living Industries

Corporation, evil

Runs Battery City

Came into power bc of Great Fires of 2012

Monochromaticism

Employees

Draculoids

Masks sucks souls out

Lowest ranked - Rayguns

Eliminate threats

S/C/R/E/C/R/O/W/S

Highest ranked (Exterminator)

Eliminate threats

More advanced ray guns

Leader - The Director

Fact News - News program

Slogans

“The Aftermath is secondary”

“Everything is perfect”

“Keep smiling”

Products

Plus - Battery replenisher, addictive

Power Pup - Dog food, killjoys eat this

Air fresheners

Medication of the Month Club

C.A.T. - Surveillance device, looks like an actual cat

BL/ind Vending Machines

Fangs, 8 Carbons

KJ Replica Mask, 4 Carbons

Frankuloid Fun Toy, (Fun Ghoul’s mask but a toy), 10 Carbons

Motivational sticker, 2 Carbons

BLI-Sanctioned Raygun (the individual) - 50 Carbons

Cartoon Animal Stress Head, (Mousekat head), 20 Carbons

Plus, 80 Carbons

Yum-Duck Candies. 5 Carbons

Ammo, ?? Carbons

H20, ?? Carbons

Weapons, Devices & Other Items

Power Glove - Button activated

Used by Kobra Kid

Melee

Modified NES Power Glove

Ray Gun - Lasers

Ranged

White = Draculoids

Colorful = Killjoys

Modified NES Zapper

MP5 - Advanced lasers

Ranged

Used by S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/S

Vend-A-Hack

Hacking device

Known to work on vending machines

Based on original model GBA

Flies - Tiny spy cameras

C.A.T. - Surveillance device

Looks like a cat

Sends messages to BL/ind

PTTP - Portable TV

1979-81 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am. - Fab 4′s car,

Boombox

Holo-Phone

Inner-Internet

Dr.Phizzles’s Poison Red - Hair dye

Magazines

Shiny - Robot p()rn

Murder

Modern Exterminator

Blasters and Batteries

Radio Stations

WK’L 109 FMX

Host = Dr. D

JUNKPUNK

Host Benjamin Cyanide

Bands

Mad Gear and the Missile Kid

Massive/Awesome

Cold Dead Hands

BONUS!

Here’s a quick naming table I made for my game, it requires a D-20 to use!

#Danger Days #Killjoys #my chemical romance #MCR #Reference #the black parade #Bullets #three cheers for sweet revenge #MCRmy #Gerard Way #Ray Toro #Frank Iero #Mikey Way #March 22nd #Danger Days Master Post #I SPENT LITERAL MONTHS ON THIS SHIT #March 22

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cherryyharryy · 6 years ago

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84! But maybe it's his baby and he's getting a divorce, so it can still be romantic.

Here you go, sorry it took so long!! Hope you like it!

Word count: 2,125

The best love is unexpected. The kind that comes out of nowhere and sweeps you off your feet. The kind that releases feathers in your heart and sends shivers down your spine. The kind that overtook your senses when your best friend walked in the room.

But the worst part about the best kind of love is when it’s dangled before your eyes everyday, so close but your not allowed to touch, and the most you can do is dabble in overwhelming fantasies before you finally fall asleep at night.

“Harry did you hear me?”

Harry, whose heart was not feather filled and was planted firmly on the ground, jerked at his desk from Daniel’s voice, knocking the mug of pens over.

“Uh, sorry. What’d you need?”

“Can you get me last month’s reports?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, scooping up the scattered pens and sliding them into the Friends mug—and wow— the word hurt. “Yeah I’ll get ‘em now.”

***

Harry set his leftover pasta on his desk, sucking in a breath past his teeth as he fiddled with the hot lid of the tupperware bowl. The steam hit his face and his mouth watered once he got the first real whiff, jaw already lowered but quickly realized he was missing one important aspect of lunch. So with a grunt he rose from his seat and straightened his tie before heading to the small kitchen towards the back of the office.

“So have you thought of any names yet?”

“Um, no not yet.”

Y/n’s eyes strained to stay focused on Emily. Had she any real power she would have bored holes in her co-worker’s face. But if she had any real power she’d probably choose invisibility. And God, could she use that now.

“Well what about the birth? Are you going natural? Or a home birth? My sister had a c-section, and—”

“I really don’t know yet, Emily.”

Emily nodded and grabbed the pack of crackers she bought ten minutes ago from the vending machine dispenser. “Well alright, I’ll talk to you later.”

Y/n stood at the counter, stirring her already cooled coffee with her lip trapped under her teeth. “I know you forgot a fork. I’m fine. Now go.”

“Should you be drinking coffee?”

Y/N sighed, shoulders slumping as she shifted her weight to her right leg. “I’m fine.”

“Y’know I...I…”

“You what?” She turned around, revealing the belly that seemed to have doubled in size since the last time he’d gotten a good look.

“Just want you to be okay. Both of you.”

“I know,” she whispered, “we are.”

Harry nodded. “Good. And uh, the ultra waves are good?”

“Ultrasounds?” She held back a smile. It wouldn’t be fair. “Perfect.”

“Good, good.” Harry pulled a drawer from the counter open only to close it and repeat his actions with the next drawer.

“Right here, as always.” Y/N stepped around him and pulled a drawer open a few feet away, taking out a fork and holding it out. “How do you even make it through your day?”

Harry took the fork and shook his head as he turned towards the door. “No idea.”

***

She was all alone. This thought overtook Harry more than he liked. More than Kaylin liked too, because whenever she came home and the dvd menu was frozen on the tv or the kettle was whistling loud enough to wake the dead, he had the same concerned look on his face despite him mumbling out a nothin’ when she’d ask.

“What about Olive Garden?”

“What?”

Kaylin sighed and reached over to turn the faucet off. “My parent’s anniversary. We can all go out to Olive Garden.”

“S’fine.”

“Yeah I know.”

Harry looked down at his wife as she finished rubbing in the moisturizer across her face. “You mad?”

“What? Mad? Of course not. Why would I be?” she scoffed, spinning on her heel and stepping into their bedroom.

Harry followed her a moment later. He pulled his shirt over his head and kicked the sweatpants off his legs before sliding into their cold bed. His hand was an inch away from turning the bedside lamp off when Kaylin’s voice broke the dead silence from beside him.

“Really? You have nothing to say?”

“What do you want me to say?”

She huffed out, shaking her head. “You know what?” She yanked the covers over her body and thrashed until she was laying on her side, back to her husband. “Nothing. Say nothing. You’re pretty good at that.”

***

A new baby in the horizon was something Harry had pondered time to time. It really didn’t start until y/n was dancing through his mind more than usual, and more than a friend should. But what had started out as surprising thoughts of how cute y/n looked when she was struggling over their chemistry homework quickly turned into how pretty she’d look in a fancy white dress, and before he could stop himself the idea of looking for a house or arguing over whose turn it was to cook breakfast were more pleasing than finding someone to bring back to his dorm on Friday nights.

But now that baby would never have to grow up to his parents bickering over bacon and eggs. And Harry tried to find comfort in that. Tried.

“I want to go with you. Your next appointment.”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” Y/N pressed the close button and settled into the corner of the elevator, bringing her tired eyes up to Harry.

“It’s my baby too. And you’re...well you’re my…”

“You’re what?”

Harry brought his hand to rub at his neck, straining his jaw as he searched for his words. “My, I don’t know but you’re my something. You have to be something for me,” he whispered. “We’ve been together too long for you not to be.”

She looked down at her flats toeing at the floor, trying her hardest not to let a tear slip at the reminder that she wouldn’t be in heels for a while. And there’d be a lot of things she wouldn’t be doing for a while. “Things are different now, Harry.”

“I know, God I know things are different.” He relaxed his tense shoulders and sighed. “I just want to be there.”

“What about Kaylin?”

Harry shook his head, watching the number above the doors stop at thirty. “She has to be okay with it.”

The doors opened and Harry motioned for her to go, following behind her.

“She doesn’t have to be—”

“Yes she does. She can’t keep me away from my child.”

Y/n nodded. “Okay. It’s next week, next Tuesday at three.”

***

“So, what happens exactly?”

Y/n set her hand on Harry’s bouncing knee, offering a small smile. “What do you mean?”

“The appointment...what goes on in there?”

She giggled, patting his leg before retracting her hand. “Well, first they probe the baby.” Harry’s eyes shot open and she fought against her lips trying to smile. “Then they hook me up to this machine that uses electro-magnifying radiation waves to turn the baby, y’know so it doesn’t come out with its head lopsided.”

His jaw was shaking, and his skin had lost all its color, but he nodded along to her words.

“And then, and this is the worst part, they put these suction cup things all over my belly so they can hear the baby talk, and God, he has your dreadful accent.”

“You little shit.”

They busted out in laughter, getting shushed by a few of the other women in the waiting room.

“You just wait,” he spoke between laughs, “You’re in for it later. Had me scared out of my mind, thought I was gonna pass out.”

“Your face was priceless, I loved—”

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles.”

Y/n raised a brow and drew her lips into a tight line.

“What?” Harry shrugged. “A man can dream, can’t he?”

***

“Is that cold?”

Y/n nodded as the doctor spread the jelly over her bare stomach.

“Can you warm that up for her? She’s—”

“Harry, it’s fine, I’m fine. I’ve done this before.”

He nodded and set back in his chair by her side, eyeing her hand that was toying with the belt loop of her jeans. Without another thought he reached over and pulled her hand into his, smoothing his thumb over her knuckles and giving a gentle squeeze. She kept her eyes on the monitor that was now lit up and dug her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Here’s your baby. Strong heart, everything looks great.”

Harry couldn’t stop it, the unrelenting sob that overtook his body. His head fell to his hands, losing his grip on y/n while his cries racked his body.

The doctor set a box of tissues by his chair and patted him on the back. “I’ll give you two a moment. Seeing the baby for the first time is emotional for most parents.”

Once the door clicked shut y/n pulled her shirt down over her now clean belly, running her hand over the growing bump. “Hey,” she whispered, “y’know if you cry I’ll start. And I won’t stop, you know how I am.”

He nodded into his hands, releasing another strained cry into his grip. Her hand ran over his back, lightly scratching his shaking form.

After another minute or two he brought his head up, face a blood red with eyes to match. His cries slowed down and he took advantage of the tissues left by him. “M’sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I cried the first time too.”

“Th-that’s it,” he struggled to get out, straining his jaw to keep the sentence going. “Y-you’re by yourself, and that kills me. And this baby...I should be jumping for joy right now but all I can think about is how much I’m gonna miss.”

“You won’t—”

“Bull shit. I’ll miss everything. This is all so screwed up. And it’s all my fault—”

“Hey now, none of that.”

“S’true.” He cleared his throat and tossed the handful of tissues in his fist into the trash. “I left you. Left you all alone. And now that’s what I’m gonna be. But it’s what I deserve.”

His body slumped over and his head fell back into his hands as his shoulders began to shake once more.

“Harry, Harry look at me.”

His head shot up, and he rose to his feet to stand before her, grabbing both of her hands into his. “Let’s move in together, wherever you want—”

“What? Harry no, that’s crazy.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because we can’t. We shouldn’t. You’re married and I’m pregnant.”

“Listen, I haven’t told anyone this, but I’m going to file—”

“Don’t say it. Do not end your marriage because you’re feeling guilty.”

Her eyes bore into his own but his grip on her hands tightened.

“I’m miserable, y/n. She’s miserable. I’ll never be able to give her all of me.”

“Harry,” she drew out, “you need to think about this. You’re married to this women. You promised her that you’d be there.”

“And I promised you that and look what I did. Ran away the second I found out your pregnant. S’not like she’s not expecting it.”

“Harry, sweetheart…”

“Marrying her was a mistake. A huge, stupid mistake. I don’t love her, a-and what kind of marriage is that? She deserves to be with someone who does, and as much as I wish I could, I’ll never be that person for her.”

Y/n closed her mouth. She could see it in his eyes. He was right, and she doesn’t want to push two people together who don’t love each other just as much as she doesn’t want to encourage a life commitment to end.

“I don’t know how I feel about this,” she sighed.

“I’m gonna talk to her. I really think she’s in the same boat as me. We’ll figure it out.”

Y/n nodded and slipped her hands from his grip, stretching her arms out. He wiped a stray tear off his cheek and stepped into her embrace, nuzzling into her neck.

“We can talk about us, right? Once me and Kaylin get everything together?” Harry pulled back, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I guess we’ll have to. I’m sure you won’t leave me alone once you do.”

A smile pulled at his lips and he tucked her hair behind her ear. “You have no idea, darling.”

Her lashes beat against her eyes as they lined with tears and her mouth wobbled around silence before her voice finally gained strength. “I love you.”

He nodded and kissed the top of her head. “I love you too.”

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kokomatcha · 6 years ago

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Running With It

A writing exercise for myself. Get it?! Because running and exercise—sorry, haha.

Anyway, this will be an exercise in learning to not be too much of a perfectionist and try to write shorter doses because my problem is I overthink my writing and I also make it long and convoluted with added details. This, in itself, actually started branching out into more of a plot, but it’s mainly slice of life style and the way it started and the following interactions does make it easier for me to keep things broken down so I guess we’ll see how it goes. I think I’ll try to write it by night/encounter (I mean in the story, I definitely can’t update this every night. It’s really a miracle I’ve written and posted twice in the span of a few days!)

The funny thing is I was going to write something else because I was feeling not so Plus Ultra yesterday, but I actually fell asleep, lol so I woke up feeling better and got this idea instead!

All Might x Reader

You’ve noticed the same strange man jogging along your street at odd hours of the night and early mornings. He never fails to slow down and take a breather right in front of your apartment building and as time goes on you find yourself lingering on your balcony, intrigued by these indirect, nightly visits.

Running With It

Chapter 1: I’m Staying Up For...

As a night shift worker, sleep loves to elude your grasp like trying to hold water in your hands. No matter how hard you try it always manages to slip between your fingers and you find yourself sitting awake in the wee hours of the morning exhausted and miserable.

Too tired to do anything productive. Not tired enough to fall back asleep.

As such, you’d often find yourself running on small amounts of broken sleep, either going through cycles of staying awake for an entire day or even days before finally passing out for a good twelve to fourteen hours only to find yourself repeating the cycle all over again. It was taxing on your body, but it was an adjustment that you chose to live with.

Which is why your best friend was caffeine. A cruel mistress that offered temporary charges of energy to get you through your job, but lingered in your system to continue to exacerbate your insomnia. And then, of course, there were the caffeine withdrawals, but it was better that than having nicotine invading your blood stream and filling your lungs with plumes of smoke and tar. You had enough time huffing and puffing up the stairs from exhaustion resulting out of your sleep deprivation—you didn’t need to diminish your lung capacity in addition to that.

Although, you muse lightly as you cross your arms over your balcony’s railing, you’d look more intimidating with a cigarette between your fingers than with an energy drink in your hand.

You lean your head to the side, resting against one of your arms as you lightly swirl the contents of a small can of coffee held limply in your grasp that dangled over the railing and the street below.

It’s fine, after all. It’s two in the morning. No danger of dropping it on some poor, unsuspecting pedestrian. And even if you had, you’re only on the second story.

But then the universe was always a force you should know better than to tempt as the distinctive sounds of footsteps caught your ear. You turned your head in the slightest, squinting in the darkness. A few street lamps offered some light, but the reach was small and you could barely make out a figure approaching at a steady pace in the distance.

Their footsteps were almost like gunshots, their shoes slapping against the pavement and echoing against the cluster of apartment buildings and concrete walls. It wasn’t long until the mystery runner finally popped under the fluorescent light for you to get a quick look at their guise.

They were incredibly tall, even in the distance you could tell especially when comparing their height to the street lights they passed. A shocking head of bright blond hair and a brightly color jump suit decorated in colors of red, blue and white. It had distinctive American-styled influences, but with the familiar patterning, you could guess the runner was either an alumni or associate of the famous hero school. Definitely not a current student, you judged from what you could see of his face, which was very little thanks to the lack of light.

You also noted how incredibly skinny he was, his sunken cheeks made the angles of his face stand out starkly given the harsh lighting he’d pass under. His breathing was audible and you could hear the underlying wheeze straining his lungs and the glint of perspiration drenched across his brow and down his neck as two loose bangs flapped wildly across his face.

You watched him lazily, briefly wondering what on earth could possess a man to take a jog at this hour, but you stopped yourself since you’re sure if the question was turned around on you, it did seem odd for someone to be hanging about on their balcony in the dark staring out into the empty streets for the past half hour.

Surprisingly, the tall skeleton of a man slowed his pace and stopped right in front of your apartment. His breathing was harsh and he was doubled over, grasping his knees tightly as he struggled for breath. At this distance you could actually see the drops of sweat hitting the drying pavement. His form seemed to be trembling, whether it be from the exertion of his run or a chill from the cold exacerbated by his clothes dampened by his sweat, you weren’t sure, but you felt a twinge of sympathy.

For whatever reason, this man felt driven to push himself to his limit and it was almost painful to watch as he struggled to meet his own self-imposed standards. When he did manage to look up, staring down the path in front of him as if to gauge what more punishment his body could take, you noted how extremely pale he looked.

You hadn’t moved from your spot since you had first noticed him so he was unaware of the small audience of one that had been keenly observing him from your darkened perch. Your hand holding your can of coffee had even stilled, your attention raptly focused on the stranger before you. In your mind you briefly debated going inside to fetch him a bottle of water, but several things stopped you.

One, you didn’t know this man and you have never seen him before in this area, which didn’t mean much since you weren’t exactly keeping tabs of all your neighbors. He was also very tall and could easily scale the wall of your building into your apartment to murder you, if he so wished.

An extreme assumption, but not unheard of in these trying times.

Two, you’re pretty sure you didn’t have bottled water laying around and the only thing you had was cans of coffee and energy drinks you’ve collected from supermarkets, convenience stores and vending machines during sales or on your walks home. You’re not even sure if you had any other variety of beverages in your home at this point in time, if ever. But by the looks of it, he actually did look like he could use an energy drink.

Three, it might unnerve him to find someone had been watching him, making you seem like the possible threat and maybe even a bit creepy.

And lastly, while you were busy pondering if this man had the potential to murder you or if your underlying altruistic nature would win out on forcing you to action, he had already caught his breath and was straightening up.

You watched as he picked up his jog, traveling the last few yards up to the corner at of your street, pausing at the crosswalk only to choose to round the corner and disappear from sight. For a few moments you stared at where the man had last been, as if waiting to see if he’d come back the way he came, but minutes passed and you came to the conclusion he probably had used the opportunity to turn around and run back the way he came on the other side of street, probably for a change in scenery.

Ah, you thought as you finally pulled yourself from your slouched position to straighten up, I guess he made the decision for me.

Your joints popped and cracked in protest, but you sighed as the tension left your body. Remembering your drink, you swiftly downed it in a few swallows before returning back inside, making sure to carefully lock your sliding door to your balcony behind you before ambling to your kitchen to rinse out the can and set it aside to dry for later recycling.

You were unhealthy, but at least you recycled your bad habits.

Actually, that didn’t make it sound any better, did it?

You glanced at the clock on your microwave, the digital numbers glowing brightly in the darkness.

3:11AM.

Sighing you made your way to the bathroom to rinse your mouth and brush your teeth, resigning yourself to making another attempt at sleep, but you could feel it was already a lost battle with the peculiar incident of the strange man jogging down your street still running through your mind, already wondering if he would be okay or if he made it home by now, why was he running around at this time—

You closed your eyes, starting to shake your head as if to rid your self of those thoughts, but stopping as minty foam dribbled down from the corner of your mouth. You rinsed your toothbrush, spitting the used paste out into the sink as you wiped your chin with the back of your hand.

It was just as well, you thought as you filled a small cup with water to rinse your mouth, swishing it around a few times before spitting down into the sink.

You probably wouldn’t see that man again.

Spoiler: You do.

If you enjoyed this, let me know! I’ll probably still post a few chapters regardless since it’s an exercise for myself, but I’d love to hear from anyone who enjoyed this or any constructive criticism to help me become a better writer! My anons are turned off tho, sorry, I’m kind of shy and fragile so I keep them off just in case.

I know not much interaction happened this time, but next time for sure, promise! I might post on AO3 but it depends on how complicated it is since I’ve never used it before, but I know tumblr (which can also be frustrating) so most things will be here first.

#All Might x Reader #Yagi Toshinori x Reader #BnHA #All Might #Yagi Toshinori #kokofic #Running With It

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weirdponytail · 6 years ago

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Ket’s Bag of Tricks (The University Backpack Survival Kit)

Ket’s University Backpack Survival Kit

I’ve found that I can break the ice way more easily if I have something someone else needs. Also, when you arrive 2-3 hours before your classes actually start, having extra stuff and repair supplies is always really handy.

Here’s the list of my usual kit stored all over/in my backpack, corresponding to the picture! :D

1. First Aid Kit in a Glasses Case (assorted non-latex fabric bandaids, alcohol pads, antibiotic ointment, 3 packets of Cold & Cough medicine pills, bottle of OTC painkillers and Migraine Relief pills)

2. Excoriation/Skin Picking prevention kit (ultra thin glove liners for wearing in class, nail cutters, nail files)

3. Spare hairbands and headband

4. Compact mirror (In case of King Basilisk, carry compact mirror. Thanks for the advice, Sophie Casterwill!)

5. Sewing kit with canvas style thread (for those pesky holes in your 14+ year old backpack)

6. Tape! (both electrical and scotch. Because why not.)

7. 18-in-1 screwdriver (this has seen a lot of use, and made me better acquaintances with my broken-glasses wearing classmates)

8. Knife (Because knife. If you think it’s a little big, you should have seen the one I used to have in my bag…)

9. Flashlight

10. Spearmint gum (for making friends)

11. Spare headphones and USB charging block (IF YOU DON’T HAVE HEADPHONES, DON’T PLAY YOUR MUSIC OR VIDEOS IN THE PUBLIC SPACES AT SCHOOLS AND UNIS. IF YOU DO, YOU LOOK LIKE, AND PRETTY MUCH ARE, A HUGE DICK.)

12. Small notebook (Sketches, reminders, headcanons and memorable snarky comments.)

13. Quarters (The card readers on the vending machines can be temperamental.)

14. Portable Radio (Alright, I’m a sucker for the hourly news broadcasts on NPR. This is my main radio, but I’m going to get an extra/spare to keep in my bag since I usually forget this one at home.)

#Adventures of Ket #it may be weird but it's saved my butt #useful stuff is useful #Ket's radio obsession #dont be a dick #wear headphones #if you dont have any sorry but i am trying to study out there #i dont make you listen to my music so dont make me listen to yours #have fun at school folks!

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rollingtsuchinoko · 7 years ago

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I’m not Buddhist or a follower of Shintoism, but in my near two decades of time spent in Asia, I have visited a lot of temples and shrines. I’ve probably been to more temples than some devout Buddhists. The art, especially in temples like Bangkok’s Wat Phra Kaew, is so interesting to me. I don’t know the meaning behind all of it, but I do know they tell the stories of The Buddha and his life. The exoticness of the art is what makes it so attractive.

Thailand may have the flashiest temples in Asia. Gilded lamyong glint in the intense tropical sunlight. Light reflects off the glass and gold stucco of the temple walls. Gold flake glistens on the Buddha statues. Wat Phra Kaew is a kaleidoscope of color. The first time I visited Thailand, I had a film camera. Yes, I am that old. I must have used up three or four rolls of film there. It is a photographers dream.

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However, of all the temples and shrines I have been to, my favorite is Fushimi Inari Shrine in Kyoto. The shrine is best known for its torii, the gates that are placed in front of a shrine’s entrance. The torii is used to mark the separation between the sacred and the profane. Must be why I get a burning sensation when I pass under one. Fushimi Inari is home to some 10,000 torii. As you walk along the temple grounds, you pass under a sea of orange gates.

Unfortunately, the day started out very rainy. It seems every time I travel in Japan I get rained on. Why can’t rainy season be in the early spring? It’s still too cold to do anything outside for a long period of time. I only had that day to explore Kyoto, so I had to make the best of it. One day is not enough time to fully explore Kyoto. One day gives you enough time to lightly scratch the surface. I picked three places, Fushimi Inare, Kinkaku-ji, and Nijo-jo. Kinkaku-ji is a must. Going to Kyoto and skipping Kinkaku-ji would be like going Paris and just ignoring the Eiffel Tower. Nijo-ji is a castle, therefore, it was high on my list. If there is a castle in a city, I will storm the gates.

Since Inari Shrine is a short train ride away from the city center I thought it would be best to go there first and work my way back into the city and hit my other targets. It was a good plan, but as they say, man plans, God laughs. I had no idea I would be making an 8 km hike for the next three hours, in the rain and ever-present summer humidity. It was not the most enjoyable day, to say the least.

Despite the dreary day, the hike turned out to be worth the effort. The main attraction of the shrine is the thousands of torii. Each torii has been donated by a business in Japan. The god Inari is the god of rice, but the god has also been worshiped as a patron of business as well. Businesses donate a torii in the hopes of having good fortune. I’d love to know how all that has worked out. Maybe I’ll donate a torii if it is proven to be profitable. Regardless of the meaning behind them, walking through gates creates a feeling of being in a special and exotic place. You won’t find anything like this back in Iowa.

Foxes are Inari’s messengers. The little kitsune generally have a key or jewel clamped tightly in their jaws. The key represents the key to the granary. I guess Inari doesn’t have pockets. The jewel, which can sometimes be found under a paw, represents spiritual and material wealth, fertility, and life. The foxes are placed at the northeast gate to ward off evil spirits. The symbology surrounding shrines and temples is something I really need to study more. It would be great to really understand everything I am looking at.

The rain eventually let up as I continued my slog up the mountain. I did not have a long hike in mind when I started the day. Mt. Inari is no Fuji to be certain, but I wasn’t mentally prepared for this climb. But I think I was more prepared than a group of Japanese men I met on the hike up. A group of four men was making their way down the mountain. Three of them were descending under their own power, one was being carried down. Well, not so much carried, but sort of a very uncomfortable looking piggy-back ride. Maybe it was a really good quarter financially and the boss wanted to share some sake or shochu with his patron. I think Inari didn’t drink very much. Whatever the reason, the dude was completely plastered. Mind you, this was around 11:00 in the morning when I passed them. I wished them luck, they didn’t seem impressed with my Japanese or my wishes. All I got back was a couple of glares and a shake of the head. 仕方がない.

The rest of the hike proved to be uneventful. It even got a little easier after the rain stopped. The humidity, however, did not dissipate. It seemed to get even worse. All I know is I am glad that a few of the 5 million vending machines in Japan were placed strategically around the mountain. 200 Yen for a bottle of water seemed a bit outrageous, but captive customers are the best customers.

The moss-covered stone torii were a nice subdued contrast to the bright orange torii that dominate the shrine. The stone torii and lanterns give the shrine an ancient feel. Well, to be honest, it is pretty ancient. The shrine, at least parts of it, were built in 816. My North American mind can’t fathom things that old. There are some Pueblo settlements that are from a similar epoch, but those are an exception. Every prefecture in Japan has a shrine or temple or structure that is over 1000 years old. One aspect of Japan, and Asia as a whole, that I enjoy is the contrast of the ancient with the ultra-modern. Not far from Inari Shrine is Osaka with all of its lights, skyscrapers, and access to the bullet train.

I reached the summit of the mountain in about two hours. I was soaked, sweaty, and tired. I took a few minutes to look around the shrine and started my descent. I really had to hustle if I was going to reach my goals for the day. After about 30 minutes I ran into some familiar faces. The quartet I had met earlier were still making their way down the mountain. The poor guy who seemed to be doing most of the carrying looked completely exhausted. He must have been the new guy at the company. All I know, if it were up to me, that dude would have been left on top of the mountain to sleep it off. I hope he got a bonus at the end of the year.

I’ve visited too many shrines and temples to count. But Fushimi Inari is my favorite by far. It’s not flashy like Wat Phra Kaew or as famous as Senso-ji, but there just something that makes me appreciate this shrine more than the others. Maybe it’s the hike. It’s not just a train ride and a short walk away. Maybe in suffering, there is enlightenment. Or maybe I just like bright colors. Whatever the reason, if you find yourself in Kyoto, make sure you visit Fushimi Inari Shrine. You won’t be disappointed.

Fushimi Inari Shrine – Kyoto I'm not Buddhist or a follower of Shintoism, but in my near two decades of time spent in Asia, I have visited a lot of temples and shrines.

#Fushimi Inari #Kyoto #Travel

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cutiecrates · 7 years ago

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Cutie Reviews: Tokyo Treat November 17

Hello! Welcome to another review :3 This one was kind of put off for a few days unintentionally as usual. I have not been having a good weekend. I spent the first half of it in the emergency room and being bed ridden, My broken T-key was giving me grief and being a pain until I managed to fix it, and I cut my finger on the grater and it took off a good layer of skin and hurts like crazy...

This months theme is... Flavorful Thanksgiving Feast!

Okay so like usual I forgot to take pics of the items obtained in the Lucky Treat box for the month. I don’t know why that keeps happening lately but here’s a list instead:

Boruto Naruto and Sasuke figures with poster

Chikinramen Wallet

Howl’s Moving Castle sticky notes and tin

Boruto Towel

Naruto Kurama plush charm

Splatoon Lil Judd cushion

Spirited Away balancing figures

Detective Konan Towel

Pokemon the movie 20th anniversary bag

Godzilla print clear folders

Mt. Fuji Soda gummies

Spirited Away No Face Figural Calendar

Pikachu Stainless Bottle

Splatoon KSA4 Acrylic cup

Yokai Watch Jibanyan Nyao Nyao Party Game

and Country Ma’am Gyokuro matcha green tea cookies

The special featured of the booklet details the special event known as Shichi-Go-San, celebrating Children the ages of 3, 5, and 7. As well as the best locations to admire Autumn foliage in Japan. The prize items for the month were Dr. Slump and Dragonball themed.

Before I get to the contents I wanted to mention that I noticed something in the booklet changed. The once “mysterious“ Dagashi Mix section now reveals what you get! This would have normally bugged me, but I never look in the book until after I see what I got, so I can still avoid spoilers~

Alrighty, so these are our misc items of the crate: The drink, the DIY candy, the mystery toy or charm or accessory. I plan on covering the DIY candy next, but for now let’s focus on our cute drink and accessory item~

Our Drink is the delicious looking Kirin Chocolate Mint Milk Tea. I believe we had milk tea by this brand before, and it was pretty good last time so I had high hopes; especially since I ♥ anything mint-chocolate!

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Ironically, while I don’t like milk or tea, I’ve been enjoying milk tea as of late. I especially love this Kirin brand, with their eye-catching and fun designs. The flavor was light, and it made me think of a sugar-free melted chocolate ice cream with mint flavoring. I really liked it- but I do wish it was stronger in taste.

Besides, the drink we also got this cute Gudetama Magnet, based on various egg dishes. I got this before in a prior box, but that one was animal themed :3 I really like sushi, so the one I got was perfect!

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

It’s not a food, but is is Gudetama. I love mystery/blind bag items like this too and I love finding them in the Tokyo Treat box. It’s fairly common and I appreciate it since it’s a lot more rare in the other ones.

These are two of the Regular items in the booklet, including some Super Light Rice Crackers, the Wagashi item for the month made from White Rice found in Niigata. They are light and airy with a melting texture, and are flavored with a mixture of soy sauce and ginger.

They’re also gluten free, but 240 calories as a whole. I’m not really complaining though ;3 sometimes we need to indulge.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

These are very yummy, and while I could taste a little bit of the ginger and soy sauce, the flavor combination also reminded of chili oil, minus the spice. The rice didn’t really have an identifiable taste, but that is a bit common with rice-based snacks. With these, we have the Sapporo Multi-veggie Sticks by Calbee. These fun little sticks boasts usage of SEVEN vegetables Σ(･口･) Including red pepper, pumpkin, spinach, carrot, red beet... and I’m guessing potato, tomato, and/or onion. Neither lists really go into detail about all seven. They’re a total of 116 calories. Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ Usually I like vegetable-themed chips or snacks. As much as I’m not a huge fan of vegetables themselves. I also generally like this brand; but I’m not a big fan of this particular blend. At first they weren’t so bad, they tasted like a plain potato. But now they kind of taste yucky O x < ‘ The plus side is, I do know that you can actually make a potato dish using stuff like this and a few other ingredients. A youtuber I like tried it out once so I might see if there’s something I can do with these.

Well you know what they say, Chocolate makes everything better! And here we got some fun looking chocolate~♥

In order we have Choco Flakes Crisp Balls - Kinako, Kinako is a roasted soy flour that can be found on various sweets, mainly during Autumn/Fall to add a bit of a sweet and nutty flavor. Choco Flakes is a crisped cereal coated in flavored chocolate, and 267 calories!

Kinako is also what I keep claiming my Squishies smell like. If they don’t smell like rubber, this is that exact scent. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why- but it is.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

These are very tasty x3 That’s really all I have to say about them though. I really enjoyed them, although I was perturbed by the large Calorie amount...

Speaking of high calories, we also get some Double Fromage Pocky! Premium or “special pocky“, which is pretty much just a smaller pocky with 3.2x more chocolate, both whipped and milk. Fromage meanwhile, is basically a fancy word for cheese, and the stick itself is chocolate, giving it a delicious and elegant twist.

Each stick is 120 cal. Something else I like is that you get three, individually wrapped packs in this box. Perfect for keeping them fresh, or gifting to someone special~

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The stick itself is pretty plain (but that is common with pocky), but the thick layer of coating blends in with it wonderfully and totally redeems it. It kind of reminded me of cookies and cream, with a hint of sweet cheese-flavor.

Lastly is this big, eye-catching Giant Chocolate Snack! This crazy looking stick is bigger then a drink bottle- and it comes in a colorful, cool looking wrapper!

Despite it’s size it is very light and airy feeling, and apparently made from peanut and corn puffs and is very light in texture. Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

It didn’t taste bad at all, but it’s not really my sort of thing. Like texture wise it was really nice, but when I ate it I noticed it was really bitter tasting, and not in a good way like dark chocolate.

Keeping with the sweets theme, we have two pink candies, including a twisty Twisted Marshmallow that was available in a variety of colors- but tasted like plain marshmallow no matter which type you got.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I’m obsessed with marshmallows! This was ultra-soft and stretchy and squishy, I couldn’t help but play with it before eating it~

The other item is something I’ve had before in two other flavors (Soda and Fruit blend), but seeing this vibrant pink tube got me veeeeeeery excited! This is the brand new Strawberry Ramune by Morinaga.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I’ve been a big fan of these cute bottle candies since I tried my first one, and this flavor didn’t disappoint. It tastes like any other Japanese strawberry candy, and the container is a great way to keep them protected- and it looks adorable~

You know, I almost feel like this crate was catered for me this month- Strawberry candies, mint-chocolate milk tea, a yummy rice snack, and now TWO cola candies?!

We have a Cola Gummy, as well as these Vending Machine Cola Gummies ♥ Two similar, but very different gummy candies.

The Cola Gummy is a decently sized gummy covered in sugar for a total of only 39 calories. As you can see in the picture, it’s wider and bigger then the biggest gummy in the vending machine pack!

Ratings: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The cola gummy is pretty tasty at first, it reminded me of my favorite cola gummies, or the chupa chups cola lollipops. But days later when I finished it, I noticed the flavor remained for about five seconds- then started to taste a little gross. So it’s perfectly fine if you eat it within the time span of opening it!

I also don’t like that was it really hard DX it reminded me of those soft jelly gummies, but it did not match in texture.

Meanwhile, the vending machine set says it is 73 calories PER gummy, or pack. I can’t really tell. It’s by a brand I’ve seen before who made some other cola candies I haven’t been able to find myself.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I really like the fun design inspiration for this pack ♥ You have cans, drinking bottles, large cans, and larger drink bottles. The flavors also vary like most cola candies, in that the yellow/clear part is usually pineapple or lemon flavored, while the brown is cola. and I noticed they are still really soft and taste good a week or two after opening them.

Ironically, while this set is more fun and held up a lot better then the other one, I think the flavor for the other gummy (before it went south) was better.

Of course you can’t celebrate the last bit of Fall/Autumn without including some fun sweet potato snacks. Calbee returns with these Osatsu Snacks, made from steamed and baked Anno sweet potato. This is a special flavor, in that you can only get it during the cold seasons.

(Fun bit of Trivia, Osatsu celebrated their 35th anniversary last year!)

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

These fun, scallop-looking chips are light and crispy, and they essentially just tasted like regular potato chips with a touch of sweetness. They were pretty nice.

I know, you’re all probably observing that strange jelly looking stuff right? You’re not the only ones, I was perplexed by the Baked Sweet Potato Yokan too.

A Yokan is a jelly-like snack usually made from red beans and often included chestnuts. I noticed it seems to be a lot more “common“ during cooler seasons, and I’ve also seen potato variations such as this, and purple. The snack has a jelly texture, but consistency of beans.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

It’s... unique. I’ll put it like that. It’s not bad though, it tastes like a buttery potato and is really, really sweet. In terms of personal opinion I’m sort of in the middle with it, I don’t hate it, but I don’t love it. It’s unusual, but it was fun to try!

(I was actually tempted to see if I could melt this down and put it on bread, just to see what it was like. . . . but I decided against it when I thought it would have disgraced the efforts someone put into making it. I know I’m weird.)

Of course, despite how good a box is, there’s always one or two snacks that leave you feeling like “they’re okay...“ or “ew!“. That’s part of the experience though :3

The first one is a Yakisoba Sauce Snack composed of small puffs (rice or barley I assume), and snacking noodle pieces.

Rating: ♥ ♥

I’m not a bit Yakisoba fan, I’ll admit that now. The packaging is adorable, and if you like stuff like this you get a big amount of it in the little bag (it’s like the smaller the bag, the fuller it is, am I right?). I liked the little puffs, but in general the flavor was too strong for me and I didn’t really like it.

I did have someone who did though, so it made a nice surprise snack for them later.

This other snack fared a little better, not because I like squid- but some squid things aren’t terrible and I try to give them a chance. This is a bag of SQUID CRACKERS!

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

This is a savory, fried snack- and I know that probably sounds like heaven right now. Well in comparison to other squid snacks I tried and disliked, it kind of was. The texture was sort of a mix between crispy and crunchy, and while I ate it with no problem, I wasn’t too crazy about the underlying squidiness/sea food flavor I was picking up.

I will say that it’s on the lighter side though, so if you’re a fan of those flavors it might be too light. For me personally it was just enough.

We’re down to our final two items of the November crate :D We have Mild Roast flavor Pretz featuring a character I’ve seen before but I’m not familiar really with. I see him and his friends on a lot of stuff, but it’s not a series I‘m familiar with.

Each stick or pack in total is 114 calories.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

These are really good. What I enjoy about Pretz is that they are essentially a savory/alternate pocky. They’re crispy but a light snack, and there’s tons of flavor varieties.

These taste like a plain pretz stick (which is already hard for me to describe) with a light buttered taste, like snacking crackers. After everything else in the crate I tried though, it was a welcoming addition.

As usual we also get a monthly Umaibo, this time the flavor was Cheese! Rarely do I ever find an Umaibo I dislike, and of course this was no exception. I mean come on, it’s CHEESE flavored ;3

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Now I can’t say I loved it more then the corn potage flavor, because that one is the ultimate champion of Umaibo. But it was definitely in the top 10! It tasted like most other crispy, airy cheese puffed snack I’ve eaten.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Quality - 4 out of 5. I don’t think I had anything bad to remark upon this time, and for the price paid I believe it was fair. The box was fine, and I loved the adorable bonus item.

Content - 4 out of 5. It wasn’t perfect, but I really enjoyed it. We got a nice blend of sweet and savory, which I prefer and find more enjoyable then just one type of thing.

Theme - 4 out of 5. Most of the stuff definitely made me think of Fall/Autumn. I can’t say I thought of Thanksgiving, although the potato stuff did kind of remind me of the Holiday. I know they could have done even more to make the theme better.

Total Rank: 12 out of 15 Cuties. I’m not sure if I preferred this box to any in particular. It was definitely good, maybe even great- but I know they could have also made it a little bit better in terms of theme- although I don’t think it was necessary. I fairly enjoyed everything the two things I wasn’t in love with still scored decently.

♥ Cutie’s Scale of Yummy ♥

1. Rice Crackers - The best snack in the entire box x3 I LOVED these!

2. Chocolate Mint Milk Tea - I wish the flavor was stronger, but it was still really tasty. I love the cool f

3. Choco Flakes - Yummy :P

4. Fromage Pocky - Fancy and tasty!

5. Cola Gummy - I hated the rough texture >x< but the flavor was better then the other one when I first opened it.

6. Vending Machine Cola Gummies - These were good, I loved the design/motif and details. But in terms of flavoring, the other candy was just a little better...

7. Strawberry Ramune Candy - I love strawberry-anything!

8. Osatsu Snack - These were tasty, but the flavoring was a little light in them. I didn’t hate them at all though, sometimes you need the light sweetness to balance out all the stronger flavors.

9. Twisted Marshmallow - Same as below, again. Delicious and kawaii, but nothing different. I adore marshmallows though so I’m not really complaining.

10. Cheese Umaibo - Same as below, it was delicious but nothing new or exciting.

11. Mild Roast Pretz - I actually really liked these :3 but they were fairly plain in comparison to the rest of the items.

12. Giant Chocolate Snack - It wasn’t bad either, It just wasn’t my thing you know? I don’t like peanuts much and it wasn’t the type of bitter I enjoy.

13. Sweet Potato Yokan - I didn’t hate it, I didn’t love it. It was sweet and buttery.

14. Squid Crackers - Meh. They weren’t bad honestly.

15. Veggie Sticks - They weren’t bad, but they were kind of bland in my opinion...

16. Yakisoba Sauce Snack - I’m sorry, I just don’t like it!

Alrighty, we’ve come to the end of another Cutie Review. I hope it was okay, and I apologize to anyone who might have actually been waiting for this. I still have 2 November boxes I need to cover before I can move on to December- but I plan to hurry up and do the DIY candy review first since it won’t take nearly as long to do.

Here’s a fun question in the mean time; Do you guys like potatoes? Sweet, Purple, Regular? Do you have a specific dish you like? Be sure to tell me :3

Until next time, stay Sweet Potato Cute!

#tokyo treat #tokyotreat #thanksgiving #chocolate mint #pocky #fromage #cola #cola candy #cutie reviews #rice snack #gudetama #diy candy

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reflectiondetonation · 7 years ago

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If you were a successful writer, what are the books you would write?

YA stories that are larger than life: magic, spirituality, etc etc!

i’ve had a few ideas though. one idea i had when i was reading about juvenile offenders doing hard time was something about

a completely self-sustainable prison, and a girl unjustly doing a 100 year sentence with the possibility of parole in like 30 years for killing somebody in self-defense and couldn’t prove it. spends 16-17 in juvenile before being moved to this prison.

after a few weeks, there’s a massive prison revolt, with a demand for the prison to become autonomous. thinking the national guard or army will just eventually swarm in just kind of contents herself to having unlimited soda and junk food from tipped over vending machines for a few days while holding out in her cell.

eventually the deceleration is given that the prison’s autonomy has been granted under the conditions that the prisoners sentences have become life sentences, with armed soldiers forming a barrier around the prison, and everyone inside it having absolutely no way to contact the outside world or be able to tell whats going on, followed by a series of inhuman murders (like people ripped apart)

and yadda yadda something something CIA something something Cold War something something MK Ultra something something abuse and dehumanization of prisoners used as guinea pigs for testing psychic powers without being told so by some racist old guy CIA director so desperate to retain power and influence he’s risking everything by engineering this whole thing

#Anonymous

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technavio · 5 years ago

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richjapan · 9 years ago

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#RichJapan - 2.0 - Tokyo

Fun-employed (when you’re having fun while unemployed because of a culmination of freedom + savings) since January 11, 2019. In late March 2019, accepted an offer to start another new venture on April 15, 2019. With two weeks to spare, I booked a trip to Japan. I knew my next venture would be the most challenging of my career so I chose Japan as a place to prepare my mind and body for the journey to come. Coincidently, it was also Cherry Blossom season (which only lasts about a week) in Japan.

Another reason why I chose Japan is because of how many great, deep thoughts I had last time I was there. This time I was hoping to go deeper down the rabbit hole of my own subconsciousness to find and define my purpose in life. During this trip to Japan, I read books and articles on this subject.

The last time I was in Japan I wrote a summary of each day in-the-moment. This trip, I did not have the time or energy to sit down every day to write, but I did compile notes each day of memorable experiences. Now that I’m back in San Francisco, I’ve decided to write a few entries to share with the world segmented by each city I visited.

Major update since this blog was written. I turned the Google Sheet which listed things to do in Japan into an app:

https://richjapan.glideapp.io

Observations:

- It’s hard to fathom how international travel was possible before smartphones. It’s mind blogging how everything is easier and faster with an iPhone in my hand.

- No one in Japan jaywalks. There could not be a car for miles in either direction, but people will NOT cross the street until there’s a green light for pedestrians.

- Japan’s snacks, sweets & beverages are on another level. The variety and quality of each treat is out of this world. I gained at least 10 pounds in less than two weeks. Is this the equivalent of Japanese Freshman 15?

- Japanese vending machines are like the 9th Wonder of the World. They are EVERYWHERE! I played a game of Pokemon Go while I was in Japan (”Gotta catch them all!)”. I was determined to try EVERY variety of beverage displayed in each vending machines I ran across. I would sometimes buy something new only to take a few sips and then throw it away. I could write a whole separate blog about my critique and ranking order of each beverage I tried.

- When I learned Japanese in college I learned the word “no” which is “iie”, but no one in Japan actually says “no” because it is seen as impolite. They use different variations of no.

- A couple of months ago I was in Brazil for Carnaval, but while in Japan I found it easier to read and pronounce Japanese than it was to do the same in Brazilian Portuguese. Maybe this is because words in Japanese are pronounced phonetically or because their words are pronounced syllable by syllable.

- I love listening to Japanese speak their language. They speak with such enthusiasm and, to me, it sounds very melodic. When I hear some Japanese speak it almost sounds like notes going up and down on a piano.

- Not sure if this was just for Cherry Blossom season, but Japanese put cherry blossoms (sakura) in everything and it tastes amazing. I had cherry blossoms in alcoholic beverages, tea, mochi, dumplings, donuts, etc and it was all sooo good!

- Uber has a presence in Tokyo, but it’s about 1.5x more expensive than cabs and even cabs are expensive. For instance, taking a cab 5 miles will cost you about $20. Without Uber, I forgot how much energy is expended when you have to walk from place to place or take trains. One day I walked 11 miles and on average I walked 7 miles a day in Japan.

- Japanese really take pride in their work regardless of the role. When I encountered train ticket agents, restaurant workers, retail associates, or any other service worker I was impressed by their enthusiasm to serve me.

- Japanese are very sexually repressed. For example: I’ve yet to see any public displays of affections and married couples sleep in separate beds. There are times and places where the Japanese express themselves sexually but it’s very underground and not spoken about publically.

- There’s always the most random American pop music playing in the background of bars, restaurants, and shops. Usually songs at least 15 years old.

- I found myself cringing every time I heard an American accent and doing everything I could NOT to mingle with Americans (or any Westerners). Americans abroad have the worst reputation (and for good reason). I found them to be loud talking, inconsiderate, culturally ignorant, and arrogant.

Memorable moments:

- I forgot how much I missed Japanese bathrooms. Japanese bathrooms are a microcosm of Japanese mindfulness. They’ve thought of everything and incorporated it into their bathrooms.

Don’t want people to hear you pooping? They’ve thought of that.

Brought your baby in the toilet with you? They’ve thought of that.

Need someplace to put your umbrella? They’ve thought of that.

Need a deeper clean than just toilet paper? They’ve thought of that.

Don’t like the cold shock of a toilet seat? They’ve thought of that.

Need to quickly wash your hands after you’ve flushed? They’ve thought of that.

- Ate at a Chinese restaurant in Tokyo and tried new foods including: 1,000-year egg, pig ear, jelly fish, and. . .fried scorpion.

- Walked an area called “Grandma Street” on a Saturday morning. They close down a strip of streets every Saturday to spur community engagement. On this street are a bunch of shops and activities accommodating the elderly. Witnessed grandpa’s dressed in fancy clothes hitting on grandmas and took notes ;). This street is also where I discovered and fell in love with sweet potato pastries.

- Drinking with Japanese businessmen is like an episode of Mad Men. Conservative suits and ties, dim-lit bars, lots of cigarettes, binge drinking, and conversations too offensive for ultra-liberal San Francisco.

- Ate at a small, family-owned sushi place in Koenji neighborhood called Kiku Sushi. I was the only person sitting at the sushi bar. This position gave me the sushi chef’s and his mother’s full attention. They asked me questions about where I was from and what I planned to do in Japan. I spoke to them in my broken Japanese. They were so genuinely AMUSED by my stories. Everything I said was greeted by positive verbal and non-verbal communication. They were feverishly nodding their heads up and down, smiling, and giggling at everything I said. I was so amused by their amusement. Their warm, genuine intrigue, and hospitality really encapsulates Japanese culture for me and it was one of my most memorable experiences of this particular trip.

Learnings:

- You can buy a JR Rail pass when you land in Tokyo and available at the airport or select stations like Shinjuku. Also, I didn’t realize this when I was first in Japan in 2017, but JR Rail pass is not only good for traveling from city to city but also good for certain rail lines within Tokyo.

- According to a few locals I spoke with, Japan is NOT a Socialist country. I categorize a Socialist country by high taxes, free healthcare, free college, free child care, government-owned major industries. These locals said Japan does not have any of those things. Think of Japan as Collective Capitalism.

Places Visited:

- Kōenji（高円寺）- The thrift shop capital of Tokyo. Picked up a couple one-of-a-kind shirts. Thanks, Brian for the recommendation!

- TeamLab Borderless - An art exhibit made for the post-Instagram world. It was alittle bit like you were in the middle of the movie Fantasia. An internet meme that definitely lived up to the hype. We were there for two hours before they closed, but would recommend going earlier and staying longer. Thanks Ian for the recommendation!

- Kagaya - Wow. What an experience! Think Improv meets Sesame Street meets South Park meets Japanese cuisine. If you like irreverent, random experiences make a reservation. As my friend, Dan who recommended says, “Don’t Google it! Just book a reservation and show up with an open mind.”

- Jazz Blues Soul Bar - Cool place with walls lined with old records and an eclectic mix of soul jams playing in the background, but too many Western tourists so I wouldn’t go back.

- Jiroumaro - Small restaurant where you stand-up and eat a super-tasty array of pieces of wagyu. Highly recommended!

- Odaiba Oedo Onsen - The DisneyWorld of Spas. Bars, restaurants, and spas. It’s an experience the whole family would enjoy.

- YAKITORI燃 - Best yakitori. Get the wagyu and ask for sake pairing recommendation from the manager (he's kind of a celebrity chef in Japan).

#Japan #Mindfulness #Tokyo #sakura #cherry blossoms #teamlab borderless

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