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deities-fanfiction · 4 years ago

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Bakusquad movie night with jenny

wooooah jennys making EVEN MORE CONTENT-shut up!

It was an average Sunday afternoon. Jenny was listening to the first Percy Jackson audio book for the fifth time when there was a knock at the girls door. She paused and took off her headphones , saying a usual “one sec!” before she opened the door.

At the door was Sero. Or as jenny wrote in her diary , piano teeth. “we’re setting up a movie night for the bakusquad. Wanna join in?” he asked. Jenny smiled at the thought. It had been a while since she hung with the bakusquad and she missed those goofballs. “I’m down.” jenny told Sero.

Mr.soy sauce took jenny by the hand and led her to the couch where kaminari and Mina were sitting. Mina threw her arms around jenny. “yaaas the other queen has arrived!” she cheered. Jenny laughed and patted Mina’s back.

Kaminari high fived Sero. “I’m surprised she came too.” the blonde stated. Jenny looked over at pikachu. “well I guess listening to Percy mess up for the fifth time isn't better than annoying Katsuki.” she smirked.

“oi the hell are idiots talking about?” speak of the devil. Bakougo walked over to the group with Kiri right behind him.

Jenny looked back at him and smiled “me annoying you~” she said honestly. A flick to the ear later and Bakougo was next to jenny on the couch. “yeah yeah , feisty.” he mumbled. Kiri was on the other side of jenny while mina was by bakougo. Kaminari was on a pile of pillows on the floor while sero was still standing up.

He pulled out two DVD’s. “okay first decision. What are we watching?” he asked. The two films were spirited away and infinity war. “all for spirited away raise your hand.” sero said.

Jenny , bakougo , mina and kiri wanted spirited away.

“well damn that’s a majority vote. Sorry denki we lost this one.” sero said before he turned to pop the dvd in.

Kaminari sighed “ah man! Alright mina you and me are on snacks.” he said before he got up. Alien queen stood up too and giggled. “sucks for you goldie locks!”.

“kiri and jen are on blankie duty.” sero said as he put the infinity war dvd on the coffee table. “wait hey arent those my dvd’s what the hell dude?” she snatched the case. Sero snickered. “maybe.”. kiri was already up and hauling a pissy jenny away from beating up Sero for snooping in her room.

Eventually jenny just followed the red head to his room. “I keep a bunch of blankets and stuff in my bottom drawer!” Kirishima said as he knelt down to open the drawer. He handed two to jenny and held the other three himself. “omg eij are these themed to the squad?” jenny asked. Kiri blushed a bit as they walked back “maybe.” he admitted.

As they were doing this sero and bakougo were helping set up the snacks with mina and denki. To announce their presence jenny dumped her and bakougo’s blankets onto bakougo’s head. “ah- fiesty why?” he grumbled as he took them off his head. Jenny jumped over the back of the couch to sit back down. “cause I can.” she replied before wrapping her own blanket around her.

Okay since you obviously want to know ; jenny’s blanket is baby pink with little purple jellyfish all over it. Bakougo’s is black woth die printed in orange printed all over it. Denki’s is a pikachu blanket and sero has a spiderman one. Mina had a black and pink tiger print blanket with kiri having a red blanket with a shark on it.

Alright that’s out of my system.

So sero pressed play on the movie. The ads went by as everyone got comfortable. Mina leaned on the side of the couch with kaminari on the floor in front of her. Like I said , sero was on the chair while jenny was between kiri and katsuki.

As the movie began to play jenny felt the familiar calm wash over her as it did every time she watched spirited away. The soothing music and beautiful animation was perfect to her. The effort put into this film , like many others , made jenny smile to herself.

Lets be honest the snacks were all eaten by mina , kiri and denki. C a n o n. and lets be honest sero has fallen asleep by the first 30 minutes. His famous last words are “no no im still listening.”. fucking jr grandpa iida here-

And yes I call him grandpa Iida.

Suddenly Bakougo spoke up. “I bet lin’s your fav , feisty.” he nudged Jennys leg with his. She snickered and hit his chest with her hand. “most definitely. She doesn’t take shit lying down.” the girl shrugged. Katsuki snickered. “so she’s just as difficult as you?” he added.

Jenny kicked his leg with hers. “hey you ass you were planning that the whole time werent you!” she crossed her arms.

“oh both of you shush!” Mina told the pair. Kaminari looked up from his place on the floor “you act like siblings way too much for it to be normal! Jen you sure you haven’t known kaa-chan for longer than a few months?” he jabbed.

Jenny tensed a bit but shook it off as the movie continued. As scene by scene went by the music along with the comments from her friends the girl between kiri and kastuki fell asleep , falling back onto the red heads shoulder.

As kiri pulled the blanket over his friend , Chihiro and her own friends rode the train to swamp bottom. He put a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter as Jenny drooled a bit in her sleep.

The familiar voice of Yaoyorozu interrupted the moment. She had come out to check on the group before going to sleep. Her hair was down instead of in its usual pony tail. She pointed at jenny who was out cold “if you want I can get her to her room.” momo offered. Kiri smiled at the class vice president “don’t worry I’ll take her.” he politely declined.

Momo nodded “don’t stay up too late.” she told the group. Mina called her no fun while Bakougo yawned and told mina to shut her mouth. Momo just nodded and went to her room.

Once the movie was over mina and bakougo retreated to their rooms first. Sero had woken up and was taking out the disk. Kiri looked over at him and said “remember to get those back to jens room. She’ll kick your ass if you don’t give them back.”.

Sero agreed. “yeah I will im not an asshole…most of the time.” he shrugged before putting on that signature smile and placing the disk back in its case. He took both the case he had taken and put them on the coffee table. Then he took the snack containers to the kitchen.

While flex tape was doing that kiri picked up jen , still wrapped in her blanket. Still drooling…of course. “I might just let you keep this blanket…that is if you drool on it more.” bestie shark chuckled as he carried jenny to her room and if you think that anyone in 1A cant carry someone like its nothing your dumb these guys are absolutely shredded are you kidding working out if a hobby for half of them. Ok lil weird tangent over-

Kiri held onto jenny with one arm , propping her up with his leg as he used his now semi free hand to open her dorm door. Once inside he shifted to hold her higher up before he bent over her bed and placed her gently onto it. Kiri moved back to go back out. When he got back to the couch he found that sero had left the cases on the table. He sighed and swiped them before heading back to jennys room.

The dvd cases now set in their place in jennys massive movie shelf. “man how long as she been collecting. Got diverse taste at least…” eijiro marveled at the different movies his friend had gotten in the past what…[shit I need to check-] like almost 13 years so since she [I] was like 2…my parents like movies okay-

Barbie , veggietales , marvel , DC , anime sets liek sailor moon and inuyasha , a silent voice and okkos inn. She also had the platnum disney and anniversarary disney dvd’s. along with one offs like rio , storks , kubo and the two strings.

Ok bird theme.

Speaking of birds.

A loud chirp came from the bird cage in the upper corner of jenny’s room right by the door to her balcony. Right…buttercup. A small yellow bird jenny adored. Buttercups a brat but a cute one. Kiri glanced at jenny , worried she’d wake up. “shh! Your gonna wake your like…mom up? She calls you your mom right?” did he really just ask a bird this question. But never the less buttercup shushed herself.

Kirishima sighed in relief as his shoulders lowered. He looked over at jenny again. She had moved positions to hold her oh so beloved minecraft squid plushie in her arms. And yes I have him irl. His name is Bartholomew and he likes sporks. Squids , octopi , birds and lizards were her favorite animals. Basically dinosours...

And yes she was still drooling. Kiri took a tissue from jenny’s desk and wiped the drool from her mouth before he shut her mouth.

Then he left the room. Turning off the light and shutting the door as he did. “night.”

#mha #bnha #bakusquad

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diinofayce · 6 years ago

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Shadows on the Horizon - 13

Pairing: Winter Soldier! Bucky Barnes x OFC! Layne Hardin | Word Count: 3.1k | Warnings: Language, gunfire, fighting, blood | A/N: This is a sequel to my story Like a Whisper in the Night | Shadows on the Horizon Masterlist

“What in the hell are you doing here?” Michael seethed as Layne lifted her mirrored aviators off the bridge of her nose to nestle into the chocolate curls at the top of her head.

Frowning at her eldest brother, but ignoring him, she flipped open her identification card and SHIELD badge open for the officers that had stepped forward to meet them.

“I’m Agent Hardin, this is Agent Sweet,” Layne addressed them, Susanna flipping open her own ID in response. Layne reached out and shook both their hands.

“I’m Sergeant Roscoe and this is my partner Officer Johnson.” Sergeant Roscoe was a middle-aged Hispanic man who stood about 5’10”, his black hair was combed neatly in place with gel and his face was clean shaved.

Officer Johnson looked to be fresh out of the academy, his blond hair the same golden as Steve’s and he was very evidently trying to grow some facial hair to make his boyish features seem more manly. He was a bit taller than Michael, but the Michaels’s temper tantrum obviously had the young officer on edge. He looked at both Layne and Susanna with wide eyes full of awe as he took in their combat suits and the weapons holstered on their hips.

“Ms. Prue mentioned you lot would be coming, I’m afraid to say I didn’t believe her,” Sergeant Roscoe chuckled, his thumbs looped casually in his gun belt.

“Normally we would just send some SHIELD agents out for something this minor, but it’s a family matter you see,” Layne explained ruefully.

Cheryl had finally stepped forward and suddenly wrapped her arms around Layne’s shoulders, pulling the girl into her and drowning Layne in the sharp, musky smell of Lancome Tresor. “Thank you for finding Maddie,” Cheryl sobbed into Layne’s hair, the woman being at least five inches taller than Layne.

“Of course, Cheryl,” Layne shushed, rubbing her hands soothingly up and down her sister-in-law’s back.

“Found Maddie? Excuse me? You took her from the camp?” Michael interjected, reaching out to grab his ex-wife but stepping back when Sergeant Roscoe straightened himself up to his full height. The officer was a few inches shorter than Michael, but even in his anger her brother wasn’t dumb enough to act out in front of a law official.

Cheryl unwound herself from Layne and glared at her ex-husband. Her chestnut hair was streaked with strands of silver and powdery gray, and the wrinkles around her eyes just made her look so much more tired.

“We filed her as missing, Michael, and you had her taken away. I haven’t stopped looking for her and you knew where she was this whole time!” Cheryl screamed. “I want him arrested!”

Layne let the officers handle the divorcees, she took a step back and activated her enhancer so she could scan the people around her. Both Lucas and Rosaline lit up with vibrant yellow auras just like Madeline had said. She raised an eyebrow noting that Officer Johnson also had a yellow aura, while everything else was normal. Blinking twice she let her vision shift back and smiled at the children waving them over.

“Hey, guys, I’m your Aunt Layne. I’m your dad’s little sister,” Layne introduced herself, not quite sure how to speak to children.

“Yeah, we know. Madeline said you’re an Avenger?” Lucas asked, eye balling her like he didn’t believe his older sister.

“Sure am.” Layne smiled.

“You’re dating the Winter Soldier, right?” Lucas continued.

Layne hesitated slightly, not sure what Michael may or may not have said around the children. “Yeah. Yeah I am.”

Lucas’ face lit up and he locked his phone, shoving it in the pocket of his pants. “That’s so cool! His metal arm is so neat! I bet he could crush my school bus with it!” Lucas raved.

Layne smiled and pointed back at the SUV where she could see Bucky through the windshield watching them warily. “Yeah, he’s in the car waiting. Why don’t you guys go pack everything you need from your rooms upstairs. Anything really important that you cant live without and like a weeks worth of clothes, okay? And then you can meet Sergeant Barnes.”

“Are we not going to live with Dad anymore?” Rosaline asked around the brown pigtail she had been nervously chewing on.

Layne shook her head slowly. “No, your Dad did something really naughty and he has to go with the police.”

“Are we going to go back to Mom’s?” Rosaline’s eyes shifted to an amber glow when she looked quizzically up at her aunt. Layne tried to keep her expression neutral as she wondered what exactly Rosaline was seeing or doing.

“We’re probably going to go see Maddie in New York. That’s where she is, right?” Lucas answered his sister and then looked up at his aunt.

Layne blinked down at what was almost a carbon copy of their brother Jordan when he was Lucas’ age and nodded. “Yeah, we’re gonna go with your mom to New York to see Maddie.” Layne didn’t think this was the time or place to tell the kids about the school. She figured Cheryl should be the one to do that. “Can you be quick? Like ten minutes, quick?”

Both children nodded and took off to the house. “Agent Sweet,” Layne called out and jilted her chin towards the house. Susanna nodded and followed after the children.

“What’s happening? Where are the children going? I do not want that woman in my house!” Michael bellowed and started towards the house.

Layne rushed forward and grabbed her brother at the elbow, halting his forward movement. He reeled around and raised the back of his hand to strike her but Layne caught his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, jerking upwards painfully.

“You know, don’t quote me, but I think hitting me is a federal offense.” Layne growled. Her gaze shot over to the SUV where Bucky had already flung open the driver said and was one foot out of the vehicle. When he saw that Layne had it under control he relaxed, but kept the door open and one leg out on the asphalt.

“Now, look, you’re stressing my boyfriend out,” Layne growled and tossed her brother away from her.

Michael stumbled and caught himself. Viciously raking his fingers through his curls his eyes darted around anxiously.

“You can’t take the children. I wont let you use them as weapons. They need to have their powers stripped so they can be normal functioning members of society,” Michael argued. Behind him, Officer Johnson bristled anxiously and Sergeant Roscoe shot him a look.

Every muscle in Layne’s body stiffened as she rounded on her brother. Michael may have at least a solid foot on her but he has zero physical ability, so when Layne grabbed the front of his shirt and wrenched him down to eye level, any fight he wanted to put up was futile.

“Do you know what being stripped of your powers entails, Michael?” Layne hissed through clenched teeth, tears stinging at the back of her eyes as she thought back to the lifeless bodies of girls that still haunted her dreams. Dead or not, the image would plague her for the rest of her life. “You die, Michael. They aren’t a fun added bonus to our lives, it’s punched into our DNA. There is no motherfucking ‘camp’.” Layne dropped her brother to raise her fingers with air quotes.

Fishing her phone out of her pants pocket she pulled up the medical file that one of Dr. Cho’s protegees sent over to her of Madeline. Layne pulled up the photo attachment of Madeline with dead, vacant eyes; her hair shaved from her head with cuts scattering her scalp that were obviously from a clipper biting into her skin. The dark bruises under her eyes and the fact that it looked like she hadn’t been fed in weeks. She shoved the phone in her brother’s face.

“This is what they did to your daughter. This is how we found her. Dirty and hungry and abused. And do you know what they were doing, Michael, they were using her to fight us. We aren’t looking to weaponize children, they are!”

The color was drained from Michael’s face and with sudden jerky movements he stumbled away from Layne and emptied his stomach in the hedges. Layne took the moment to look up at Michael’s perfect little house in the suburbs of Minneapolis. It was soft butter yellow with white shutters and a little front porch, it all looked immaculate and well kept with it’s perfectly cut lawn and trimmed hedges. Their mother had instilled in them everything for appearances and that was all this house shouted at her. Layne looked across the street at the housewives poking their heads out at the commotion and the kids who had just gotten home from school peeking out their bedroom windows. A perfect little suburbia, they had no idea what was truly happening around them outside of their couple of blocks.

The com in Layne’s ear crackled with what she understood was Danny materializing somewhere out of sight. “There’s a nondescript black van at the end of the block. Two men in the front, three in the back. They’re watching the house.”

“Agent Sweet, you have two minutes, get the kids to hurry. Dust off those mommy skills,” Layne commanded and turned to look at Bucky. He gave her a look like he was waiting for orders and she held her hand out to signal him to just wait. She could almost hear his growl of discontent from where she was standing, but she simply turned and grabbed the back of her brother’s collar heaving him up.

“Did you call them for the children?” Layne demanded just as the kids ran out of the house.

Layne’s head whipped up at the sounds of screeching tires and automatic gunfire.

“SUSANNA!” Layne called, spinning around to mark where everyone was.

Susanna brought the children into her chest and crouched down, covering them as the two police officers pulled their weapons and opened fire on the van that rolled up. Bucky was out of the SUV in a flash, his Sig Sauer aimed and ready, with two pulls of the trigger the men in the front seats were dead causing the van to careen to the side and hop onto the lawn across the street. Bucky rushed forward and managed to get in front of the van and slam his metal fist into the fender halting the van’s movement.

Sergeant Roscoe was yelling into the walkie on his shoulder for backup while pressing his hand hard against a gun shot wound on Officer Johnson’s shoulder. Layne took a second to survey, noting the women locking up their houses and screaming for their children, Susanna lifting both children into her arms to drag them to the SUV, Michael kneeling over Cheryl who was laying on her back on the grass mostly hidden from Layne’s field of vision.

Blinking she shifted vision and counted the three men in the back of the van who were readying to storm out. “Specter! Barnes!” Layne barked and jabbed her finger at the back doors. Layne ran into the street and positioned herself in front of the doors about a hundred feet back. “Sweet, drive the van, get the kids out. We’ll meet up with you.”

Bucky placed his hand on the handle when Susanna successfully peeled out of the fight zone and Layne nodded at him, Bucky threw the door open and Layne raised her hands, her vision swimming with the rage she was feeling. She noted the shadows shift as Danny slipped in behind the three men and Layne made a grabbing motion with her hands, the armed man on the far right freezing in his spot and then falling limply to the ground as Layne ripped his soul from his body and tore it in two. Before she could move on Danny had taken over the body of the man that was the farthest back and used him to shoot the last man. When Danny was safely out of the man’s body, Layne gave him the same treatment as she had the first guy.

She spun around, her rage still consuming her as her eyes flicked over the houses and around the street, trying to find anything else suspicious. When she felt Bucky’s metal hand grab her shoulder she almost reacted defensively before recognizing the hard, cold grip.

“There’s no way they only sent five operatives,” Layne said, looking up at Bucky who was frowning slightly at her.

His ice blue eyes scanned her face, waiting for her own eyes to shift back to their warm, cheerful, caramel color but the golden flames didn’t look like they were going to be quenched any time soon. He squinted his eyes as he looked down the road the van came from and shrugged.

“If they were only planning on taking two kids and Michael was handing them over willingly, I don’t think they would have bothered to send more,” Bucky murmured softly looking back down at Layne. His heart felt heavy in his chest, he remembered when Layne would get physically ill over the mere thought of having to hurt someone. Bucky had promised himself after Layne got kidnapped that he would do all the killing for her, he would never put her in a position where death would sit heavily on her shoulders. But in those months that they had separated and she had done missions by herself or with Sue she had toughened up, her heart hardening to the idea of taking the enemy out no matter the cost. While he respected the hell out of her and didn’t love her any less, he couldn’t help but miss the soft, clumsy civilian she used to be.

“Stop looking at me with whatever you’re feeling right now, Barnes,” Layne said gruffly, raising an eyebrow at him. “There’s no time.”

Bucky hesitated, trying to sort through and compartmentalize his emotions, god he used to be so much better at this. “Yeah, sorry. Later though?”

Layne’s expression softened and she smiled. “Of course later. There’s always later.” She patted his hand that was still on her shoulder and then slid out of his grasp.

Danny hopped out of the back of the van and walked up to stand next to Bucky, he was punching in a SHIELD emergency clean up request into the smart watch that Stark provided for all of them while trying to keep the three automatic rifles that he had pilfered from the back of the van strapped over his shoulder. Bucky looked the shorter up and down, black hoodie zipped all the way up under his chin and the hood pulled low over the top of his face to cover his brown curls. It was the full gas mask, though, that really put an itch in the back of Bucky’s neck. He reached out to take the guns from Danny to lighten his load and the man nodded at him gratefully.

“I kind of hate that thing,” Bucky murmured motioning to Danny’s mask.

“Really?” Danny asked, sounding surprised despite the voice modifier that was installed. “You’re the one that gave it to me.”

A flash of crawling through the mud and trenches of Western Europe flashed through his mind. The gas masks were necessary as smoke grenades and gas bombs littered the battle field. He could almost smell the stale, recycled breath and the filtered smoke and the iron of the blood soaking into the dirt. Bucky blinked as he tried to force himself back into the present. Danny had moved on away from him and was now hovering around the police officers. His ears rung for a moment before popping back into focus and his gaze whipped around to where Layne was hunched over Cheryl on the ground. The older woman was screaming in agony while Michael yelled at Layne in a panic, his hands stained red.

The sound of sirens in the distance caused Bucky’s hackles to raise momentarily before he remembered that he was no longer being hunted by basically the entire world. Rushing to Layne’s side he noted how Michael took a step back away from him but focused his attention to the blood seeping out between Layne’s fingers from where she was pressing them against Cheryl’s chest.

“The kids, where are the kids?” Cheryl asked, her eyes unfocused past all of them.

“They’re with our agent, they’re safe,” Layne reassured and looked up at her boyfriend. “I need you to get SHIELD backup and clean up on the radio and then contact Agent Sweet.”

Bucky nodded in affirmation, responding with a ‘yes ma’am’ before stepping back and getting on the phone with the correct people. His eyes trailed after the ambulances and fire truck that pulled up, his eyes immediately looking for and locking in on any sort of proper identification as he spoke quietly into his phone. The EMTs approached Layne and took over for Cheryl’s care, loading her up on a gurney and getting her quickly into the back of the ambulance and off the scene. Danny had left the officer’s sides, choosing instead to shrink back into the shadows between the houses and watch away from his eldest brother, Bucky was sure if he didn’t have enhanced vision he wouldn’t even be able to see the man but as it was Bucky could just barely make out a shift in the shadows.

Layne approached the down Hydra agents and Bucky shifted his position so he could still see her as she climbed into the back of the van. She carefully nudged each agent with her foot before reaching down and securing the weapons by their bodies. Bucky confirmed with Susanna to have her swing back around and pick them up now that the coast was clear just as one of the Hydra agents from the front of the van stirred.

He took Layne by surprise, getting an arm around her waist and pulling her close to him like a shield. Bucky was dropping his phone and pulling out his gun without a second thought. He could have swore he landed a shot in each of the agents up front, but the man holding Layne looked to be spattered in only his partner’s blood. Impossible, he never missed. Bucky locked eyes with Layne just before pulling the trigger.

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rythmcale · 4 years ago

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I dont remember my dreams but i remembered this one.

ok this is going to be disjointed, grammatically incorect, and the writting itself will probably bother some people cause my writting style? is trash.. i think. i had a wild cohesive dream last night and i HAVE to share omfg. i dont often remember my dreams.. if ever. I just started antidepressants like.. a couple weeks ago. the day before this dream, i was working on my friends car (01 ford taurus limited) trying to replace the front complete struts (fuck those struts omg) been at it for more than a few hours. shit just was not going well. finally got one strut out after a shitload of hammering but the new strut just wont go in and i said fuck this car im taking a break. went inside and joing my already in motion dnd session that we are at level 20 now. were in the last part of hell, beating the shit out of a rockshasha (idk how to spoell it) pentagram on the floor. blood pooling into it. we beat him then get an image of th partys home town being waylayed by an army of demons, devils, monsters of all kinds. we plane shift back, and get told that a rift opened up and they just started pouring out just a few moments after we left to deal with the rockshasha. game ends, and i join my friends with some apex legends for a few hours. my head starts to hurt like a MOTHER and i bow out. i watch some youtube on my couch so the tv is further away from my eyes than the monitor but headache doesnt do away. its one of those headaches that feel like your brain is getting stabbed and it was on my left temple and behind my eye at the same time... i dont get headaches often. so i say fuck it, i take four pills of off brand ibuprofyn, and two off brand pill of acetamitaphin. eat a banana, can of cambells chuncky corn chowder soup and go to bed.

this is the dream i rememebr having after having the most restful sleep i can rememebr having i n a long while.

ok so i remembr three parts of it maybe more. first thing i remember is that it was dark and stormy night (cliche i know just.. just hang on) panning through an apartment you hear thuds and a scream or two. sounds like fighting. after panning through a tossed apartment you finally get to the bedroom where a woman lay exaushted on the bed, room is trashed. (no this is not erotica hang on) man is haunched, twitching somewhat in the shadows of the room. pan to the woman on th bed, its a beaten and bloody blonde.. (for some reason my head went brittney spears idk why) and shes laying there kind of laughing.. chuckling and finally says, i wont let you have your way as the guy lunges for her she takkes a bottle and breaks it over his head. broken sharp bottle in her hand she glances at it as the guy staggers backk some,he growls. as he begins to lurch forward again lighting strikes and for a flash you see mangled, rotting flesh. eyes white, teeth missing, just horrible to look at, and groaning sniffing the air. presumibly for her. with the last bit of her strength she take the bottle to her throat amiling and crying that she both got away from this thing and sad that she has to die to do it.

im in a funeral home in what i normally wear, jeans, leather jackket, t shirt, bandanna, long hair. (it my dream of course im in it, just put yourself where i put me, im, mine, etc etc) Im standding therre waiting to go in and the same woman comes up beside me. Shes in kind of a black.. or whitish sun dress, depending how the light hist is.. or doesnt? with one of those hat that have a large... brim? (i dont know the word right now, those hat you see woman wear to the beach that offer a shit load of shade) around it. i rmember us chatting a bit and she finally looks at me. immediatly im struck with shock cause she looks like who we are going to the funeral for. I say "holy shit you like just like her" she says "oh yeah shes my twin, the only difference between our features is that i have one eye thats yellow". i then take notice of her eyes and finally ee that one ofo them is indeed yellow. but its not exactly?? its that thing that happens around the pupil that looks yellow and kind of spikey. idk what is called but it covered most of her iris. i told her this, ahs smiled and said "well thank you i never knew that" and walked inside. as i walked inside i saw everyone was well dressed and now im in a black suite and tie, hair pulled back. it was a large church with cielings that i could only imagine how high they were.

im in an attic type place. (presummably the area above the church??) im walking around lookks like the belfry from the first batman movie with michel keaton and jackk nicolson.. they arent there. its dark out, lights kind of peering through the cracks in the roof and slits of the wood. panning through the attic i see a particularly large crack in the wood. just big enough to look through. So i do. i see the guy who played glennn in the walking dead (i cant remember the actors name right now) standing there witha shotgun in hand and ak slung over him. looks like he did in walking dead (only thing ive seen that actor in so far -shrugs-) kind of decked out with grenades, a bullet belt, cargo pants, couple of boot knifes. hes talkingf to someone casually i cant make out what they are saying. suddenly he turns around in shock and yells run as he sharts fireing. can see everything inside the area now. its a long hallway.. ish? type area. looks the same as where i was. you see some creatures coming towards "glenn" and he stops grins and all of a sudden on ether side of the hallway is row after row of automatice guns. and they just start PUMPING they things full of bullets.. like they dont even stnad for more than a few seconds. after that he promptly runs to the side off where i cant see him anymore.

now im standing next to him and the woman from the start of this is in front of us, he hands me a knife. we both go in, shes jerking around but still as beautiful as ever, smiling and saying "you still think that will finish me do you, bwhahahah" you know that anime haha laugh that women do with the back of their hand to their mouth. me and "glenn" go in, with glenn warning of her dragons breath. and suddenly i have her in a choke hold and shes squrming. im trying to twist and break her neck, it just wont happen. shes smiling and i can see red creeping up her throat, smoke coming out of her nose and mouth, eye glowing red, keeps trying to grab my arm with her hands to get me to let go, shes held down by.. something idk. finally i say fuck this, i take the knife to go for her neckk and saw at her neck, its like rubber, the knife wont cut and suddenly theres wood covering it.. wind wipping around us. im sawing at the wood like my life depends on it. then i get pushed back as earth starts to form around her leggs and she gets lifted up on this mound. wood covering the top part of her and her arms. shes still laughing until shes not and is now panicked. im confusedas fuck cause i didnt do anything. th earth hardens into metal. so much pressure that the earth and rock turned to metal. the wood covering the top ortion of her, her arms become limbs of the tree and it grows from the top of her head and fully blooms in an instant then petrifies. her contorted screamingf face like a knot in the tree. "glenn" walks up next to me just as beaten and bloody as i am. somehow we are both standing. "glenn" asks "is it finally over?" and i say " it might.. for a while. but not forever" camera pans out as we both slump to our knees finally breathing and you se a cathedral that the funeral was in on a hude mound of earth and the city, landscape, everything is ether over grown or crumbling like in the game the last of us.

for some reason i think this would a wild ride as a movie or book or well written at all.. fuck

#dream #dreaming #mechanic #zombie #elements #supernatural #glenn #walkingdead #pov #painkillers #d&d #apex legends #banana #campbells soup

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 010 [Unfairness]

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〈“There’s a demon inside. Just like Jekyll and Hyde. All this anger inside.” Five Finger Death Punch, “Jekyll and Hyde”〉

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I could feel a presence hovering over me. “Don’t even think about it,” I muttered, opening my eyes to glare at Toshi. His hand was hovering by my cheek, ready to smack me awake.

“Oh, you’re already awake?”

“Unfortunately,” I muttered, rising up like a corpse from a coffin. “I barely slept.”

“Excited?” he grinned.

“Something like that,” I glanced at the clock as I stood up, heading for the bathroom.

“I must be going!” he called. “I will see you at school!”

I flushed the toilet, heading over to the sink to wash my hands. Man, I look like shit. I splashed my face with cold water, hoping it would help to wake me up. Toshi was gone by the time I made it back to the couch. My phone buzzed on the table and I grabbed it, glancing at the clock again. It was only five o’clock and class didn’t start until eight-twenty-five. I took a shower last night so I just had to brush my teeth and get dressed. The phone buzzed again, then again a minute later.

With a scowl, I opened up the gaming app. There were five messages, all from Murder and sent within the last twenty minutes.

‘Oi, extra’

‘Wake the fuck up’

‘I cant sleep’

‘ARE U FUCKING IGNORING ME’

‘ILL KILL U BITCH’

Damn, this kid has some serious anger issues. I settled down under the covers, putting on my headphones and turning on some rock music before replying to him, ‘Keep ur damn panties on. I can give u the name of a good therapist seems like u need 1’

‘Fuck u’

I laughed, ‘When is ur bday? I can send u a diary to vent all that repressed anger fam’

‘FUCK U TACO!!’

I laughed again, tossing my phone onto the table. I closed my eyes, intending only to relax for a bit and listen to some good vibes, but the rock music thumping in my ears lulled me back to sleep.

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I winced at the bright light shining directly on my fucking eyes. I really hate those sheer curtains. I pulled the headphones off my head and yawned, reaching for my phone. Eight o’clock. I yawned again, standing up and stretching my arms above my head. I hope there’s some Dr. Pepper left. I need to stop by the store after… school…

My eyes widened as the realization hit me.

School, fuck! I’m gonna be late on my first fucking day! Tosh is gonna murder me, ugh! I got dressed as fast as I could and ended up stubbing my big toe on the fucking coffee table which received an angry kick in retaliation, flipping over onto the floor with a loud thud. I grabbed my phone, shoved my feet into my sneakers and rushed out the door, only to rush back halfway down the stairs because I forgot to fucking lock the door.

It was eight-twenty-one when I made it to school. I stifled a yawn, tugging at the red tie around my neck. Every school I had ever attended was a public school with barely any rules regarding clothing – as long as no one showed up naked, anything was fair game. Being stuffed into this stupid ass uniform made me feel uncomfortable and even a bit claustrophobic, but at least Toshi had convinced Nezu to let me wear the boy’s uniform. I’d fucking drop dead before getting caught in that short ass skirt the girls have to wear.

“You’re late,”

I turned around and deadpanned. Aizawa was standing in front of me, his body completely hidden within a yellow sleeping bag, save for his face which was framed by fluffy black hair. “What the fuck are you wearing, Aizawa? That can’t be the proper apparel for a teacher.”

“‘Sensei,’” he corrected, hopping down the hall like a bunny.

I followed, stuffing my hands into my pockets. “Do you know how stupid you look, though?” When he sent me a glare, I added, “Asking for a friend,”

“Can you at least pretend to take this seriously?”

Bitch, I ain’t the one hopping around in a sleeping bag, okay. I shrugged at him, looking away from his penetrating gaze. “Hey, Aizawa.”

“What,”

“I’m sorry,”

He stopped hopping, but I continued on, rounding the corner. A boy with a mop of messy green hair and a bright red face stood in front of the open classroom door, a round-faced brunette girl geeking out about some punch or some shit. One-Punch Man? Did that even exist in this world? I should head to the book store and see, cause that manga is lit.

I stopped in my tracks, feeling dread settle in my stomach. Wait, maybe it’s just because I didn’t eat breakfast. I noticed movement by my feet and sweatdropped at Aizawa as he inched along the floor like a fucking worm, stopping behind the two. No one noticed him until he spoke up, and the look of horror on their faces was priceless.

“If you’re just here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now. Welcome to U.A.’s hero course,” he sighed deeply, tugging down the zipper just enough so he could drink from a pouch of juice.

Aizawa, you’re a literal child and I fucking love it.

He stood up, pushing the zipper down the rest of the way so he could step out of the bag. “It took eight seconds before you all shut up, that’s not gonna work. Tims is precious. Rational students would understand that.” He waved his hand to me and I entered the room, glancing at the seating arrangement pinned to the board.

I’m in the very back row, an odd number. Guess that makes sense. I threw my bag onto my chair before leaning against the desk, my eyes scanning the room. I didn’t recognize anyone but two people. The first is Fumi, who wasn’t paying attention to me. And the second was that damn prep from the exam. Damn, why did he have to be put in this class?

“Hello, I’m Shouta Aizawa, your teacher.” He dug around in the bag and pulled out a gym uniform.

Okay, seriously – what is with the U.A. staff and having endless space? First, it’s Granny with damn endless gummy bear supply and now this fucker with an endless amount of space in a sleeping bag.

“Right, let’s get to it. Put these on and head outside.”

The students hesitantly headed to the locker rooms to get changed into the new uniform, which looked like something you’d wear to the gym. The first thing I did was check to see if the pants had pockets.

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Aizawa looked over the group, looking as if he wanted to be anywhere else but here. “We’re going to be doing a quirk assessment test,”

“But… what about orientation?” The brunette asked. “We’re going to miss it!”

“If you really want to make the big leagues, you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at U.A., we’re not tethered to tradition. That means I get to run my class however I see fit. You’ve been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirk in physical exams before. The country’s still trying to pretend we’re all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It’s not rational. One day, the ministry of education will learn.”

That’s pretty deep, fam. I closed my eyes and grabbed my chin. I guess in a way it makes sense. It’s like participation trophies back home. Even if you didn’t do jack shit, you still got a trophy for participating, so even if you lost you still ‘won’. It prevents kids from trying their hardest to reap the rewards.

“Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam.” He looked at the red-eyed blonde. “What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?”

“Sixty-seven meters, I think.”

“Right. Try doing it with your quirk.” His eyes followed the blonde as he stepped into a circle drawn onto the earth with white chalk. “Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on, you’re wasting our time.”

“Alright, man. You asked for it.” Bakugo stretched his arm, clutching the modified softball. “DIE!!” The ball took off into the sky with an explosion propelling it.

Damn, son. That was a bit excessive but mkay.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities.” Aizawa’s phone beeped. “It’s the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero.” The screen on his phone showed 705.2 meters.

I whistled, folding my hands behind my head. That’s kinda impressive. I wonder how far I can throw it?

“Woah, 705 meters, are you kidding me?”

“I wanna go! That looks like fun!”

“This is what I’m talking about. Using our quirks as much as we want!”

Aizawa narrowed his eyes. “So this looks fun, huh?”

Oh boy, he’s about to get all dramatic again, ain’t he?

“You have three years here to become a hero. You think it’s all going to be games and playtime? Idiots,” He smirked, but it looked kinda sadistic. “Today, you’ll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately.”

Called it.

Everyone started to freak out at the statement and I sighed, looking up at the clear blue sky. I had grown to know this man pretty well after spending every single day with him for months and I had no doubt in my mind that he would expel anyone he deemed unworthy. It sounds cruel, but I know he has his reasons, whatever the hell that was. I feel like, more than anything, he’s just trying to ruffle some jimmies. And it’s working.

“Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs.” He pushed back his bangs with his hand. “Understand? If that’s a problem, you can head home right now.”

“Pfffttt,” I tried so fucking hard to hold back my laughter, I really did, but the bitch looked like a little kid trying to act tough to intimidate someone older. He snapped his glare to me and I quickly turned my back to him, trying to control myself.

“Is there a problem, Winchester?”

The way he said my name told me that I was definitely going to get hit later. I coughed a few times, banging on my chest before turning around with my hand covering my mouth. “Ah, no, not at all, sensei.” cough cough. “Sorry, I’m recovering from a cold, don’t mind me.”

The other students were staring at me with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

“Wait a minute, you can’t send one of us home!” The brunette exclaimed. “I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn’t the first day, that isn’t fair!”

Oh no. She said the F word.

“Oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains, hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No. The world is full of unfairness. It’s a hero’s job to try and combat that unfairness. For the next three years, U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond -”

“Plus ultra style,” I stepped forward with a grin, locking eyes with him. I had heard the ‘fairness’ speech before, shortly after we started training together. He hated it when I used that word against him, and he always repeated the same thing each time, drilling it into my head that the world just isn’t fair. That isn’t something parents tell kids when they can’t have their way, it’s a real, life lesson that kids gotta learn the hard way.

He nodded at me, the corners of his lips twitching. He totally almost just smiled. “Show me it’s no mistake that you’re here. Now then, we’re just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin!”

“Jen~!”

I turned just as my vision was overtaken by a black and purple blur. My eyes widened, body seizing with fear as I remembered the darkness surrounding me. My breathing grew heavy as Gramp’s lifeless face flashed in my mind, my body beginning to shake as my skin grew hot. I could hear muffled voices, but only one stood out to me.

‘I have come to bring you home, Jen Winchester.’

“Jen!”

A familiar feeling settled over my body, like someone had slammed the door shut before my power could escape. My vision started to focus, settling on Fumi who stood in front of me in a defensive posture. Shadow hovered behind him, tears in his eyes as he stared at me in fear. I glanced to the left, scanning the scared and wide-eyed expressions of my classmates. And then I met Aizawa’s red, glowing eyes. He’s using his quirk… on me?

The block on my power ceased and Aizawa speed walked over to me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, a small puff of smoke escaping my lips. My body was trembling, the pendant around my neck like a block of ice against my skin. He put a hand on my arm and helped me to my feet. When had I fallen to the ground?

“Go see the old lady,” he ordered into my ear.

“What? But – the test -”

“You don’t need to take it, just go.”

“I-I’m fine, really, Aiza -”

“I wasn’t asking,”

“Sensei, I can take her.” Fumi’s posture relaxed a bit as he stepped forward.

Aizawa was quiet for a moment. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,”

Fumi held his hand out to me and I hesitantly took it, feeling confusion bubbling within me. Did I… try to attack Fumi? But why the fuck would I?

He gently tugged on my hand, leading me toward the school building. I could feel everyone staring at us as we left and I just wanted to disappear. When we stepped into the building, he turned to me with soft eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Did I… try to hurt you?”

“I’m not quite sure…” He held his hand up to his mouth. “I believe Dark Shadow startled you and you blacked out temporarily. Your quirk may have activated as a self-defense mechanism.”

“Did you get hurt?” My eyes scanned his body, but he looked unharmed.

“No, I’m perfectly fine. You just startled Dark Shadow.”

Great, I’ve got fucking PTSD now because of that stupid ass shadow man. I put my hand on my face and huffed. “Sorry, Fumi…”

“No need to worry. Dark Shadow shouldn’t have rushed at you like he did.”

“I’m really sorry…” Shadow mumbled sadly, sticking close to Fumi’s shoulder.

I forced a smile, holding my hand out to him. He looked at it for a moment, looked at Fumi, and then back at my hand. Slowly, as if not to startle me again, he placed his clawed hand on mine. His cold body was calming against my warm skin. “Forgive and forget?”

He nodded happily, rushing toward me only to stop and shake his head. He approached slowly, nuzzling his head against my shoulder. I smiled for real this time, patting him before we continued on to the nurse’s office in comfortable silence, Shadow lingering between us.

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