#while their abilities get canceled by everything

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Its season 8 and my boy Reaper still has 0 buffs, its getting out of hand when even Cassidy has more survivability when taking damage compared to Reaper OTL

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˖˙ ᰋ ── you, blanket forts and heated kisses

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff!! (and some heated kisses lmao)

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: hiii! this is a continuation of this fic right here! you don't need to read that one to understand this, but they're taking place in the same universe. enjoyy and let me know what you think!! <33

“Let’s build a blanket fort.”

Said Hyunjin randomly on a stormy day, right after kissing you stupid and taking away your ability to think.

Unfortunately for him, you later engaged in an activity far different from the one he suggested, so different that he forgot all about his initial idea for the remainder of the week.

Until now, when you’re found in the same predicament – your beloved has come over with the biggest smile, elated to see you after spending the past month apart. Everything was fine and dandy until the sky suddenly darkened and it started pouring, trapping you both inside the apartment and cancelling all plans you might’ve made outside.

At least this time, the harsh weather took pity on your unfortunate soul and allowed the power to stay on.

“Alright, so it says here we can use chairs, a table, or even the couch for our fort.”

“Did you seriously pull up a wikihow article?”

You turn to him, a little embarrassed at being caught, his genuine laughter making heat rush to your face at an alarming pace. No words escape you and he coos, dropping the big pillows he got from your bedroom before stepping over them to hug you from behind, holding you close while his lips pepper sweet kisses from your cheek down to your neck.

“That’s adorable, baby.” Hyunjin nuzzles your neck, placing one last kiss on your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. “What else is your little article recommending?”

“Don’t make fun of me.” You whine, attempting to turn around in his arms with no success, quickly settling on hiding your face and embarrassment in your hands, just so he won't see them.

He’s laughing again, tenderly spinning you around by your hips so you’re face to face. “I’m not, baby. I’m just curious why you thought I don’t already possess all the knowledge we need.” He points to his temple, after prying your hands away from the beautiful face that has started to appear in his dreams almost daily.

“Alright, Bob the builder, knock yourself out.” You nod towards the mess he’s made on the floor, to all the pillows, blankets, and sheets he’s stolen from your room. His wish to build a fort made a lot of sense if you take into consideration his ferret nature he always denies. The tiny animal thrived on alone time, hid away in a secluded place away from everyone.

He gasps, bringing his hands to his chest as if he could really fool anyone into believing he’s actually offended. “I’ll have you know I’m an artist! An architect if you will! That guy has nothing on me.”

Giggling, you can’t help but get closer to kiss his pout away, bringing his smile back instantly. “Of course, you are love. The best of them all.”

“Are you making fun of me?” And just as it disappeared, his natural pouty lips can’t help but jut out.

You shake your head, amused at how the tables have turned. “Never.” Then, with the softest touch, you intertwine your fingers and begin dragging him along to the materials he abandoned in the middle of the room. “I’ve never built a fort before.”

“Never?” The look on his face is incredulous, pulling you by the hand to his chest to tenderly kiss your temple, feeling clingier than usual. “Let’s get down to business then.”

Turns out, building a blanket fort is as easy as reading a wikihow article, especially when your Loverboy does most of the work and knows exactly what to use to make it all happen. With the tripod he left at your place, you balance the sheets, keeping them up and creating the perfect opening to your little den of comfort and secrets. Your U-shaped couch was sturdy, assisting your building activities with the many ornamental pillows that became trusty pillars.

You don’t know how much time passed, absorbed into your current task, laughing away with your beloved and teasing each other in good fun. At some point, you get distracted and as he’s ranting away about something that happened at practice, one of your soft pillows collides with the side of his head. Hyunjin stops dead in his tracks, words dying on his tongue as he slowly stands from his crouched position while you try everything in your power to not burst out laughing in his face.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” You feign innocence, gingerly hiding the pillow behind your back like nothing has happened.

Hyunjin stares you down, the intensity in his gaze almost making you confess. Almost. The obvious glint of mischief in his eyes tells you he has an unused card under his sleeve, one you should not ignore.

Without another word, he stretches his arm and beckons you closer with two fingers, obviously expecting surrender. And the pillow that has now become his number one enemy.

When you shake your head and smile brightly, he pauses for a total of five seconds before stepping closer to take matters into his own hands. That’s your cue to flee, so you run in the opposite direction, laughing loudly when he follows and you begin chasing each other around the apartment like little kids.

He’s letting you get away, pretending to be slower and clumsily stumbling over his feet just so your laugh can continue warming his heart, providing the flowers in his chest with the sunshine needed to bloom to maturity.

Then, out of nowhere, he manages to sneak behind you, arms circling your middle and pulling you to his chest with ease, lifting your feet off the ground as both of your laughter blend beautifully. Hyunjin begins attacking you with kisses all over your face and you stop pretending you want to get away, melting into his embrace and fully accepting your fate.

“Caught you.” He says in a sing song voice, over the moon at having you in his arms once again.

Your hands move over his, pillow falling to the ground with a soft thud as you lean back, head on his shoulder to reach his plump lips and press numerous kisses over them. When you move to pull away, one of his hands instantly comes up to cup your cheek to keep you there, tongue sneaking past your lips cheekily. The air shifts instantly as he hugs you closer, kissing you as he needs it to keep living, strong arms serving as an anchor while your body’s buzzing like you’re intoxicated, tingling all over.

Summoning all of your willpower, you manage to pull away from him for the briefest moment. “Just because I let you.”

Hyunjin smiles but you have a feeling it’s an automatic response, his brain not actually processing any of your words as he dives back in, impatient to feel your lips on his once again.

Kissing Hyunjin was always an experience, full of love and passion that had you weak in the knees – but kissing him after not seeing each other for a while felt like the air in your lungs was running out and him, out of the kindness of his heart, kept you alive by sharing his breath with you.

You turn in his arms, just like earlier, but oh so different, one hand gripping his tank top while the other sneaks its way into dark hair, pulling lightly to deepen the kiss which makes him groan lowly. Hyunjin’s grip on your hips burnt, your whole body on fire as he explored it to his heart’s desire, handling you in the exact way one would a priceless sculpture, a work of art he couldn’t look away from no matter how hard he tried.

He tasted divine, and his cologne made you dizzy, just like everything about him did. Without warning, he begins moving, pushing back and guiding your body expertly, biting down on your bottom lip right before breaking the kiss, to your great disappointment.

“Baby.” His voice is hoarse, breath shaky, a nervous laugh escaping him at the look on your face. “Our fort.”

With a groan, you ignore him in favour of placing sweet, open-mouthed kisses up his neck. “You have been driving me crazy with that fort of yours, Hyun.”

His grip on your hips is a warning, sending you mixed signals as he can’t resist but connect your lower halves, needing you as close as possible while he tilts his head back with a heavy breath. “And here I thought that was my irresistible personality.”

You grin, looking up at him while holding onto his biceps for support. “Nope, only your blabbering mouth.”

The tension dissipates as he laughs, eyes wandering and pupils blown even as you tear yourself from him and exhale, trying your best to calm down before going back to the fort you’ve both worked so hard on.

In the end, after weeks and weeks of waiting, you and Hyunjin are finally in your very own blanket fort, giggling like two children who have somehow forgotten what has just transpired a few moments ago.

“This is nice.” You hum, resting your head on his shoulder, glancing at the fairy lights he somehow managed to hang up. You’re both sitting cross-legged on some pillows, surrounded by snacks and blankets.

“I told you I got this. I didn’t need any help or tutorial.” He puffs out his chest, obviously proud he impressed you.

You nod, eyes almost fluttering shut, his bare shoulder surprisingly comfy. “Good job, Bob.”

The words barely have time to escape before you get a pillow to the face, the soft feathers getting into your mouth and startling you awake. You’re frozen in place, not realizing what happened until Hyunjin starts laughing next to you, delighted at the stunt he just pulled.

You push his shoulder, biting back a smile and he laughs harder, toppling over while hugging the pillow to his chest. A part of the sheet gets caught under him and before you know it, the whole thing collapses on top of you, trapping you under along with all the decorations and food neither got to enjoy.

It’s silent for a second before your laughter joins his as you reach to help him sit up, only for him to lose his balance and fall over you, feeling a little claustrophobic under the restrictive sheet. Holding himself up above you with his bulging arms, eyes two crescent moons and engulfing the whole room in a light that could only be produced by him, you move to squish his cheeks together. Lovingly, of course.

“I love you so much, my little liar. But I’m revoking your architecture license.”

Fortunately, Hyunjin didn’t look disappointed in the slightest.

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Dragon Age: Veilguard | The Ultimate Preview Summary

shinobi602 on twitter shared this amazing in-depth summary of all new information about the game that we have so far:

Coming to PS5, Xbox Series X and PC in Fall 2024

Consoles: Quality and Performance modes (60FPS)

Photo mode is confirmed

Fully offline single player, no EA account linking, no micro-transactions'

Play as a human, elf, dwarf, or Qunari

Choose your backstory, 6 factions to choose from when you create your character, all with "deep roots in Thedas": Antivan Crows, Grey Wardens, Shadow Dragons, Veil Jumpers, Lords of Fortune, The Mourne Watch

Each faction offers 3 distinct buffs each, like being able to hold an extra potion or do extra damage against certain enemies, and the odd reference in dialogue

You can customize your Inquisitor from Dragon Age: Inquisition in the character creator and "make a few key decisions that will impact how The Veilguard begins"

There are some "killer cameos" from past games that show up

Warrior Class: Use a sword and shield or two handed weapon to send enemies flying

Rogue Class: Utilizes quick movement and reflexes. You can wield a bow or dual swords with "powerful, precise strikes for lethal damage"

Mage Class: Use magic to incinerate, freeze, electrocute and crush. Some cast from afar, while others prefer close quarters combat

Each class also has 3 sub-specializations, such as duelist, saboteur, or veil ranger for the Rogue

Classes also have unique 'resource system's, for example, the Rogue has "momentum", which builds up as you land consecutive hits, and each will always have a ranged option

One Rogue momentum attack is a "hip fire" option we saw for the Rogue's bow, letting you pop off arrows from the waist

Another momentum attack for the Warrior lets you lob your shield at enemies

Quests are more handcrafted and mission based, curated with alternate paths, secrets to discover and optional content

There are also open ended explorable areas

Party size of 3 during combat, ala Mass Effect

Combat is focused on real-time action, dodge, parry, counter, "sophisticated animation canceling and branching", using risk-reward charge attacks designed to break enemy armor layers

Enemies have elemental weaknesses and resistances, and you can chain together elemental combos for extra damage

One example is a squadmate using a gravity well attack to suck enemies in, another slowing them down, and the player then unleashing a big AOE attack

You don't take direct control of companions like past Dragon Age games, but you can still pause and issues ability commands for you and your allies

There is a hub area for the player like Skyhold and the Normandy, called The Lighthouse

Companions can eventually start romancing other characters if you opt not to romance them

Each companion also has unique missions tied to them that play into the larger story

Nudity confirmed - romance scenes can get "a little spicy"

"Incredibly deep" character creator: 5 categories including: Lineage, Appearance, Class, Faction, Playstyle

Players can also choose different body sizes and shapes

Dozens of hairstyles to choose from, with "individual strands of hair rendered separately and reacting quite remarkably to in-game physics", pulled from EA Sports

Character creator lets you adjust the lighting so you can be sure your character looks good

The team wanted to balance the look of the game with both light and darkness. "When everything is dark, nothing really feels dark. For this one, we really wanted to build that contrast again."

Skill tree is "vast", you can also set up specific companions with certain kits, from tackling specific enemy types to being more of a supporting healer or flexible all-rounders

There are tarot cards you go through during the character creation process that will let you choose decisions from past games to implement into Veilguard

The team teases you may lose some characters during the story

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Based on this post

Tim tried not to remember.

But when you die the first time from electrocution and get dosed with enough ecto-everything the first time you die, electricity becomes a memory trigger.

Static shocks from a sweater just reminds you of shock wars with someone warm, no specific images.

Somedays when you get hit with Nightwing’s escrima sticks, even low level, you get a flicker of fighting some Discount Dracula and brush it off as a hallucination.

A few rogues hit him with live wires in the rain. Those were always bad. Flickers of people in googles and the worst neon jumpsuits hovering over him, saying words he couldn’t hear. He always felt floaty after, and hid at Drake Manor in his parents’ closet.

His mom’s perfume and Dad’s rank colognes were grounding. those hallucinations were getting worse, sure, but you’re Robin, and as Robin you can’t let Batman down.

Nightwing needs a brother that he can trust to handle Bruce’s depression, suicidal-by-vigilantism, and escalating violence. Nightwing holds everyone else together. Tim can hold just himself and Bruce together and give Alfred a break.

Tim can do it, he swears. He can’t fill growing void Jason’s death left, but he can make supports for Bruce’s crumbling everything. He can be a safety net for Alfred, who is never given grieving space for his lost loved one. He can be the no-drama little brother Nightwing needs after Jason’s death.

But he will not touch being Bruce’s son. Especially after the JJ incident and the memory influx. Bruce is too much like Jack as Brucie, too much like Fruitloop as Batman.

Tim is not Alfred’s grandson or son. He’s a co-parent for Bruce in his time of need (and bullying the man back into someone Jason had loved once). Alfred can be his friend, bug not family.

Tim always honored the dead and mourns them, even when they don’t remember him. Even those that never knew him stretching centuries back. He learned from this life’s parents that bonds are sacred and their loss devastating. They showed him in archeology and actions.

And Tim, he. He’s doing okay.

After the Joker and Freakshow merging into one personas he was shocked over and over.

He heard Freakshow say to kill Sam in the memory.

Vlad strapping him down and zapping him over and over again. His parents vivisecting him despite his screams. Jazz killing them and helping him escape, only to die in Tucker and Sam’s arms in the car. Again.

He killed the Joker then and there. Gun shot.

After the Joker got him and he escaped, he was doing Fine, really! Spectra overlaid on Harley at times, cooing he’s a creepy boy with freaky little powers and his misery is her favorite food.

He has to be useful. Keep Bruce’s head above water. Keep Nightwing from worrying about him. Be the easy kid and he’s loved (conditionally).

His dad only showed up and spoke to him about sports he couldn’t get into, but his new step-mom softened him. He can admit to missing and mourning mom while relaxing so much with Dana.

Dana noticed him flinching at lightning, gave him a noise machine, and offered to get him noise cancelling headphones.

When he admitted his hearing got ‘a lot better lately’ as quietly as he could, she hugged him and told him she’d break the meta abilities to Jack for him.

It wasn’t like Tim hid the ‘tortured by Joker for a few weeks’ thing. Dad knew it was Tim that was nabbed. He also knew Tim was in a Robin costume for a cosplay contest, and found out afterwards how… well, Tim being Robin was.

There are a lot of open secrets in the family. In the extended Drake family, that includes the first Black Canary was Diana Drake, who had too-sticky fingers and was disowned when she kept failing to either improve in hiding it or stop. The meta abilities were low on Tim’s list of priorities as existing… breaking it to Bruce was a hard no-go. So mastering them quickly was key.

Dana asked if he’d tested his vocal range.

Tim had not.

They started with a piano to check. Tim… Tim went far above and below where Dana could hear as they switched to everything from dog whistles to playing with infrasound.

Jack walked in at some-point and they didn’t notice.

Tim was busy working out if hearing echolocation from the Caves’ bats is why he started getting annoyed when he was there that he finally saw Jack sitting there, watching Dana test him.

Tim braced for yelling.

He got a hug. And his Dad holding him too tight while whispering “please don’t leave like Diana”

Tim did break a bit. Not for long, but enough.

Jack finding the Robin suit was not on Tim’s bingo card during the time he was debating coming clean to his fellow Just Us members about his meta-awakening.

Nor was going to Wayne Manor to let Bruce know he was planning to take a break from Robin for personal reasons, only to find his Dad holding Bruce at gun point and demanding Bruce “stay the fuck away from my son”

Jack did hit Bruce with the butt of his gun after Bruce muttered something Tim didn’t hear.

Jack drove them back, the silence tight around his throat. Everything in him demanded he scream to get this growing thing out.

He slammed his hands over his mouth.

Dad pulled over and helped him to a warehouse, feigning needing to vomit.

Tim kept the pitch above human hearing as he screamed, screamed down and was shaking all over.

Jack rubbed his own ears for a moment before helping a collapsing Tim back to the car.

Jack called Tim out sick and the three had a Talk about him being Robin. Especially with his powers emerging.

“Look, B doesn’t know. None of his masks do.” He’d have heard it from Bruce by now if he had. “Nightwing doesn’t either.”

“Batgirl, and the purple one, if they know they’ll tell that prick—”

“Jack,” Dana warned. “Tim, does anyone have any reason to suspect anything?”

Tim took a deep breath and sighed. “No one but us. Diana did a good job severing traceable links back, and I’m not even sure if the current Black Canary knows her mom was from Gotham or believes the cover Diana gave out.”

Jack’s shoulders dropped as the tension drained out of him. “That’s, that’s good.”

“… you have to apologize for the gun at somepoint,” Tim grumbled.

“Not if you’re not Robin.”

“… i may have been debating dropping Robin and toying with making a new alias again.”

“… is this another Mr. Sarcastic thing,” Dana whispered to him.

“Dana!”

“What? I’m not detective but i did do my research young man,” she teased while jabbing a finger at him playfully.

“I—Tim what am I looking at, why is there no armor, and how are you bald?”

“Hahaha, how about we pretend that stint didn’t happen and go over conditions for me solving crimes—we all know i’ll find a way and my team is notorious for international incidents on low stakes, let alone what we’re willing to do for each other.”

Jack and Dana shared a look.

“No Batman.”

“No heroing in Gotham,” Dana added to Tim’s surprise. “Not until we have a better idea on scope, triggers and how you can control and manage your abilities as well as how out you want to be as a meta, in each identity. You can’t unring a bell.”

Tim sighed. “Got it, got it… so i can go on missions with Young Justice still?”

“I’m writing a note that Batman is not allowed near you,” Jack insisted. “He’s not willing to do what it takes to keep you alive.”

Tim took a deep breath before agreeing to that term, and asking to update Alfred and Dick on the matter.

Jack moved to stop him but Dana gave him the go ahead.

Alfred accepted the situation for what it was. Dick offered to sponsor him in the hero community in Bruce’s stead, and reminded him the Titans are always happy to have him, Robin or not.

Jack rolled his eyes but let it slide.

“So Young Justice Missions…”

“Is there an adult on the team?”

“Red tornado is our supervisor,” Tim answered quickly.

“…fine.”

“And Titan missions?”

“They’re adults, they can keep an eye on you,” Jack conceded easily. “Maybe one of them can help with the new,” Jack gestured to all of Tim.

Tim huffed at him. “Thanks dad, really means a lot.”

Jack waved him off. “Weapons check at the window, supervision on missions, and we keep working with your powers. You can tell who you choose, but if you want to be out as a hero, you will be making a new name and will not be patrolling Gotham under this roof, am i understood?”

Tim paused. “So in college I can or—“

“Tim,” Dana warned.

Tim sighed. “Got it… but i can still do casework that’s not in the field?”

“As long as they can’t trace you.”

“Great! And shit, I’ll have to let my rogues know.”

“ ‘your’ rogues?” Jack echoed in disbelief.

Tim smiled at Jack. “Yeah. Some are just mine, especially Anarchy. And Nygma is going to be so bored without me.”

Jack looked at the ceiling. “You just had to be Robin, didn’t you.”

Tim smiled. “Someone needed to, and its not hard to be light to Batman’s dark after the last one.”

The silence hung again. “No dying on me,” Jack warned Tim. “I’m serious.”

Details were ironed out on the days to come. Dana made him promise to call daily while he stayed with the Titans. To not run from her and Jack, please. He also had daily pitch practice, and was given noise dampening headphones as a disability aide for a general sensory disorder so Tim could better focus in classes.

Jack still didn’t trust Batman/Bruce for shit.

…And Tim can’t fault him. Not when he knows his dad wasnt joking about being willing to kill to give Tim a chance at being safe. And that the man who killed mom and put Dad into physical therapy died in jail a few weeks before they moved from a mansion to an apartment.

Tim isnt stupid. Drakes kill to keep their own safe. Bats don’t.

Tim…. Tim doesnt want to, and Dad respects it. Dana isnt the killing type, but won’t stop Jack or whoever he hires.

Joker’s persistent living status AFTER killing the second Robin didn’t endear Bruce to Jack in the slightest. Tim being tortured for weeks and awakening the family meta-gene only soured whatever mild distaste remained into visceral disgust.

Stephanie became Gotham’s Robin while Tim is now the YJ’s and Titan’s was the only compromise Jack would make.

Jack’s rules made more sense as Tim’s… memories(?) from his last life began to spill out. The mundanities of school and home were easily manageable. Making small memory shrines to his late friends in his last life soothed an ache in his chest. Tucker had a sand timer and random bits and bobs for tech, Sam got a few house plants and his old camera. Jazz had a teddy bear and a few psychology papers he thought she might enjoy. Dani got fudge and a few language books with a world map. He still felt guilty for not stopping her death. Technus got an old handheld he didn’t use anymore, Ember got incense and he played indi rock for her. Dora got a dragon figurine and a Disney princess folder with some dress designs he thought she’d like. Pandora has a few batarangs he scavenged and fixed. Frostbite’s was by the icemaker, and was gifted herbal tea blends in ice cube form.

Dana called it grieving and encouraged him to let it happen and let himself feel. He… tried not to think about Jack and Maddie.

Tim trippled down on cold cases to cope. Jack began to turn off the internet after 3 am, only to work again after 9.

He was managing. And working out pitches and how they relate to his emotional state.

The problem came with training at the Tower as Robin, the boy with no powers and working through joker trauma.

During a spar with Dick, Tim had a flashback to Dani’s End and Perfect Danny melting. His own fucking Death too!

It was vomit inducing.

He came to to Nightwing crowding him and murmuring, “breathe with me baby bird”

They didnt talk about it after.

Tim noticed Dick stopped using electricity during their spars altogether, and carefully stayed a certain distance from him in the field. Static picked up on it and Tim shook his head when he moved to talk about it. He just. Needed a bit more time.

He hated himself for it. For the concern causing and being so… useless.

He grabbed another stack of cold cases in Bludhaven and kept solving them, as Tim, Robin and left ghem for Dick to handle.

Dana and him would practice his range at home. Piano ready.

He forgot that plants snitch to Ivy.

Ivy tapping his window to state the dandelions found his singing ‘annoying’ and he’d be getting lessons in singing for plants “or else” was an experience he did not need, nor was he reporting to anyone until a few days later.

Dad took a deep breath and asked him if this is what he wanted.

Dana offered to move closer to her home town and job hunt there if it made Tim more comfortable.

Ultimately Tim ended up getting lessons in plant language from Ivy, as he could hear them anyways. It could be useful for when he works out a new vigilante identity in the future.

Stephanie catching him at Ivy’s while her big boy “Denny” was arguing with Tim about if Tim can shatter concrete with a scream yet given his voice is cracking every other word lately was not in his plans.

Stephanie was about to ask what was going on when Ivy chimed in with “now Timmy, Benny isn’t wrong about it if we go with a thin layer of concrete and you put some effort into it. You can go very low and it does freak out people when you follow the angry tree hum. Now, if you scream that it should be destructive—didn’t a cousin of yours have the same meta ability?”

Tim denied it as keeping cousin Diana’s secret was a family thing. Ivy finding it out with how hidden it had been was not in the cards. Stephanie overhearing was also far from ideal.

Ivy let it go eventually, and demanded Tim do more community service for the beaches. He had no objections, and just asked if she could not implicate him in her next murder spree.

Ivy agreed to ‘think about it’ before letting Tim go after he finished reorganizing some of her chemicals and cleaning her tools. Their agreed ‘payment’ for his lessons in plant language and her interest in his meta abilities being vocal based but having a major change in his hearing.

He wasn’t the first meta she’d taken an interest in helping, and Tim saw signs of others, bumping into a few before and none of them saying shit.

Stephanie met up with him a block away from Ivy’s lair.

She hit him like Sam used to. And agreed to say nothing until he gave the word.

Her reminding him of Sam ached in a way he wasn’t prepared for. Her agreeing to say nothing relaxed him more than he realized he needed to.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. But Ivy for help?”

“Plants outted me. Apparently my singing is disturbing.”

“It is, the plants have good taste.”

He let himself feel normal for a bit. Ivy doesn’t out metas or use them. She is going to kill though, and probably ask for a few warehouses as payment or bribery for her silence on his skills at a later date… which Tim could give her in a few years time as those were in the trust set up by his mother before her death.

Her offerings were given by everyone at home. Dana left her baked goods. Tim left his grades by her shrine when he wasn’t closing cases—the solved ones were left there for a day or so before he’d change them out. Dad spoke to her sometimes, getting her up-to-date on the gossip in their field and new achievements from colleagues they liked and failures from those she despised.

It was comforting.

Dad even knew Tim was planning to do landback with a chunk of ‘wasteland’ that the company kept dumping on, and was planning to rehab it beforehand. If he had slipped an army of sunflower seeds there a while back and gave Ivy a tip about it well… she was willing to trade info on a few cases that he fed back to Stephanie as Robin. Ivy may also catch him working a few cold cases now and then.

He’s aware she’s a dangerous rogue and will continue to kill. He also knows that when he focused on solving a string of women’s deaths and located the (still living) killer that the man was dead after their lesson, and before he submitted his findings to the GCPD cold cases department.

He’s not stupid. He knows she prefers to kill. But he doesn’t.

It makes working with the Titans on weekends awkward when Nightwing begins to notice Tim responding before the others and frowning into the air when the grass gives him tips on when events take place and for incoming company.

No one presses him on it. Static bumps his shoulder and passed a ‘talk when you’re ready’ note to him.

Then the fact Ivy did not hit him with cuddle pollen but did hit Stephanie as Robin and threw them in a room together was just plain embarrassing.

It also meant Ivy figured Tim or Robin had a crush on the other and just. Why?

He finally understood how Sam felt during Ember’s first appearance and he was made to lovestick… sort of. Stephanie koalaing him until they broke out and he managed to get them to one of the quieter Paramedics two blocks over wasnt the same. But close enough.

Dana did get the alert about him being near the attack, and she looked at him too much like Jazz had when she was concerned for his wellbeing.

He wondered what Tucker would say to all this. Two lives and two sets of parents later, and the one who checks him first is the step mom closer to Babs’ age than his father’s.

There’s a million jokes Tucker could make about that.

Dana and Dad had a talk about it, and Tim knew it was written just so he didnt hear it. He hears so much more lately its maddening some days.

He was given the upcoming three-day weekend to stay with the Titans, and Dana suggested asking Raven for tips on managing reincarnation memories.

Dad said he called for a “Jazz, Sam and Tucker” in his sleep a lot. A “Valerie ” on occasion too.

He wanted to melt into a puddle.

Dad muttering he’d find his first parents’ souls and get back at them his damn self didn’t help in the slightest… nor did seeing Dana hide Constantine’s business card in her tampon drawer.

He gave in a bit. His friends can’t know yet, not while he’s working it out. And Raven is Dick’s friend—it would get back to him too fast for Tim’s liking.

He knocked on the door.

“Tim?”

“Hey Virgil, is now an okay time for that talk?”

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That’s what i got for now. May do another part if anyone is interested.

Also let me know if i missed any tags

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The Day of Swapped Powers

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

In the dimly lit basement of the Umbrella Academy, Five Hargreeves and his wife Y/n were elbow-deep in an experimental project. Y/n, with her ability to read minds, and Five, the seasoned time traveler, were working on a device designed to enhance their powers temporarily. It was supposed to be a simple test, but, as with most things involving the Hargreeves family, things quickly spiraled out of control.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Y/n asked, eyeing the array of wires and glowing components skeptically.

Five, ever confident, waved her concern away. "Of course, it’s safe. I’ve triple-checked everything. What could possibly go wrong?"

Those words hung ominously in the air as they activated the device. There was a blinding flash, a strange crackling noise, and then silence.

When the smoke cleared, Y/n and Five blinked at each other in confusion.

"Did it work?" Y/n asked, touching her temples.

Five glanced at his watch, which now displayed an array of random dates and times instead of the usual readings. "I’m not sure. I don’t feel any different."

Just then, Five’s head buzzed with an overwhelming wave of thoughts—Y/n’s thoughts. "Did he forget our anniversary? What if this messes up our abilities permanently? Why does he always have to be so reckless?"

Five’s eyes widened. “Y/n, I can hear your thoughts!”

Y/n stared at him, her eyes widening in shock. “Wait, what? I can’t hear yours anymore!”

Five glanced at the mess of equipment, realization dawning on him. “I think we’ve swapped powers.”

Y/n’s mouth fell open as she processed this. “You mean I can time travel now?”

Five nodded, grimacing. “And I get to hear everyone’s innermost thoughts. Fantastic.”

The next few hours were a comedy of errors as Five and Y/n bumbled through their new abilities.

Y/n stood in the middle of the living room, attempting to blink across the room. She scrunched up her face in concentration, only to find herself standing on top of the coffee table, much to the dismay of Pogo, who was quietly sipping tea.

“Try focusing on where you want to go!” Five shouted from the other side of the room, nursing a headache from the mental chatter of his siblings.

“I’m trying!” Y/n replied, a mix of frustration and determination on her face.

With a deep breath, she managed to blink to the other side of the room—right into a wall. She slid down with a groan, rubbing her nose. “I think I broke something,” she muttered.

Five winced sympathetically, while also struggling to keep Klaus’s incessant mental babble out of his head. "I wonder if I left my sandwich in the fridge or if Luther ate it. Maybe we should have a séance later. Ooh, what’s Five doing?"

Five squeezed his eyes shut. “Klaus, could you please shut up?”

Klaus, lounging on the couch, raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say anything!”

“I heard you thinking,” Five snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And I don’t care about your sandwich.”

Klaus blinked. “Whoa, you’re reading my mind now? That’s… actually kind of creepy. Cool, but creepy.”

The rest of the day was no less chaotic. Five, now unable to block out people’s thoughts, found himself avoiding crowded rooms and anyone remotely agitated. He fled from Luther’s worries about him being a bad Leader, Diego’s brooding thoughts about his love life, and Allison’s musings about her career.

Y/n, meanwhile, was discovering that time travel was far more complicated than it looked. She tried jumping back to the living room, only to end up in her parents' bedroom. Her Mother's screams could be heard throughout the neighborhood

She reappeared in the living room, panting and wide-eyed. “You didn’t tell me there were so many things to consider when jumping!”

Five, who had taken refuge in the kitchen with a pair of noise-canceling headphones, looked at her sympathetically. “Welcome to my world.”

By evening, they had gathered in the living room with the rest of the family for dinner. Five was trying to block out the cacophony of thoughts, while Y/n was gingerly sipping on a glass of wine, hoping to steady her nerves.

“Are you okay?” Viktor asked, noticing Five’s pained expression.

“Just fine,” Five lied through gritted teeth. "When will this dinner end? If I hear one more thought about mashed potatoes, I’m going to scream."

Y/n shot him a sympathetic look. “We need to figure out how to reverse this,” she murmured.

“Agreed,” Five said, wincing as Klaus’s thoughts about unicorns and rainbows floated into his mind.

After dinner, they returned to the basement to work on the device. Y/n, with a newfound appreciation for the complexities of time travel, meticulously followed Five’s instructions. Five, on the other hand, tried not to get distracted by Y/n’s focused thoughts and their shared determination to fix the mess.

“Okay, try activating it now,” Five instructed, holding his breath.

Y/n flipped the switch, and the device whirred to life. There was another blinding flash, and then everything went silent.

They blinked at each other again. Five tentatively tried to blink across the room and succeeded without ending up in a wall. Y/n reached out with her mind, relieved that she could hear the thoughts of the people she loved.

“We’re back to normal,” Y/n said, exhaling in relief.

“Thank God,” Five muttered, rubbing his temples. “I don’t know how you deal with all that mental noise.”

Y/n laughed, stepping forward to hug him. “It’s not easy, but now I understand how much you handle with time travel. I’m impressed.”

Five returned the hug, a smile tugging at his lips. “I have a newfound respect for your abilities too.”

The next day, as Five and Y/n lounged on the couch recovering from their ordeal, Klaus sauntered in, a mischievous grin on his face.

“So, how was your day in each other’s shoes?” he teased, plopping down next to them.

Five rolled his eyes. “Let’s just say, never again.”

Y/n chuckled, squeezing Five’s hand. “It was definitely an experience.”

Klaus’s grin widened. “Maybe next time you can swap bodies instead. That would be hilarious.”

Five and Y/n exchanged horrified looks before bursting into laughter. No matter how crazy things got, they knew they could always count on each other, even if their powers were temporarily on the fritz.

As they cuddled together on the couch, exhausted but happy, Five realized that their love and partnership could withstand any challenge—even a day of swapped powers.

[bullet-prooflove]

Song 2: Jesse Van Horn x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Companion piece to

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Drums are therapy for Jesse especially after nightmare shifts like Pittfest.

He likes the delicacy of a guitar, the notes you can wring from it but his real passion has always been the drums because you have to throw your heart and soul into it, you have to feel it to do it.

He slept like shit last night, images of blood and viscera flashing across his mind as he stared at the empty space beside him. It’s worse when you’re not here, you’ve always had this ability to sooth him, to fend off the darkness that creeps in during the dead of night and right now it feels like it’s taking over.

The shower doesn’t help, he still feels groggy and lethargic when he climbs out. He throws on his white ‘The Clash’ tank over black basketball shorts and returns to what’s tried and tested, playing Blur’s Song 2 as loud as he can in his noise cancelling headphones and smashing the hell out of the drum kit.

He spends hours chasing that impossible beat, trying to erase the demons from his mind. He focuses on the intense tapping of the sticks across the canvas as the music vibrates through the very core of his being.

Song 2 is so complex that it’s only ever meant to be played by two drummers, it never stops Jesse trying though. He likes the challenge of it, the way it absorbs him, consumes him.

He doesn’t hear you let yourself in, he doesn’t even sense your presence, he’s too caught up in the motions, his eyes closed, his body running on a muscle memory. It isn’t until your fingers thread through his hair, lightly tugging his head back by his silver curls that he realises you’re in the room. Your hair falls across his features, shielding him away from the rest of the world and he smiles as your mouth seeks out his.

“Hi.” He whispers.

“Hi.” You whisper back.

You’re a force of nature in everything you do, and your kiss is no exception. It’s reckless, passionate and it ignites every single nerve ending inside his body like a bolt of electricity.

His headphones slip off his ears, clattering to the floor as he turns in his stool and raises to his feet, trapping you against the wall behind the drum kit. You grip the fabric of his tank in your fists, tearing it up over his head as he grinds against you urgently. Your fingers roam over the colourful tattoos etched into his back and you moan as you feel his thickness through the silky material of those basketball shorts, rubbing against the seam of your jeans.

“For the love of God, please tell me you took your PrEP while you were away.” He mutters in between kisses, his fingertips unfastening button of your jeans. “I need to be inside you so bad Sugar.”

“Every single day.” You promise, dragging your teeth across his bottom lip as he shoves the denim down your thighs. “Your viral load still under 200?”

“Had the test three days ago, undetectable.” He informs you, tugging off your panties.

That means there’s virtually no chance of HIV transmission so the two of you are ready to rock. You push down his basketball shorts, his cock springing loose and he hisses through his teeth as your hand wraps around him, guiding him to just the right spot.

“Poor baby.” You tease, your wetness rubbing over his sensitive tip. “You haven’t even touched yourself since I’ve been gone have you?”

“You know I like to save it for you.” He mumbles against your mouth. “Make sure you get the full welcome home experience.”

The denial always makes him feral, he gets a little wild, a little unhinged. Just the way you like him.

The first thrust is always the sweetest because of Jesse’s reaction to it, the hue of his eyes darken and he makes that noise, that filthy exhale as he slides home, filling you with every single inch of him. His hand clasps your jaw, thumb swiping against your lower lip before he pushes it inside. You suck it deeper, your eyes on his and his dick twitches inside of you.

“Oh Sugar.” He smiles as you bite down just a little. “I’m gonna fuck you like it’s the end of the god damn world.”

He hoists your legs up around his waist, slamming into you. You cry out, a loud eruption of ecstasy and he follows up with long, hard, strokes that that piston into you, raking over that naughty little spot deep inside. The noises you make, their obscene. Breathy groans, hollered curses and his name, always his name chanted like mantra as you get close, real close, tightening around his dick, gripping it.

His mouth covers yours as you come together, drinking down the rapture as he spills his release inside you, hips jerking as he fucks it deep. His lips ghost over your jaw and down your throat before he places a kiss over the lace geomantic moon at the side of your neck.

“Twenty years and this shit still doesn’t get old.” He chuckles into your ear, his teeth catching on the silver piercing in your lobe, tugging lightly.

You clench around him again and he starts to move slower this time, his arm looping underneath your right knee, hitching it higher so he can deepen the position.

“No babe.” You whisper, your head tipping back against the wall as he hits just the right spot. “It only gets better.”

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[blackbird5154]

Papa lll's special kung fu

After watching a lot of Terzo footage, I've noticed his amazing talent for turning disadvantages into advantages. And here's what I mean.

▸ If you love Third Era acoustic performances as much as I do, you've probably noticed that very often things went wrong on them. Tangled wires, dropped sound, wrong mic height, forgotten song lyrics 😅 Every time something like that happened, Terzo amused the audience while the problem was fixed, and now we remember those moments as the most touching. He didn't hide the problem, he made fun of it.

▸ Philadelphia Incident, 2015. Pope Francis arrives in town at the same time as Ghost and makes it so they have to cancel the concert. At the next show, Terzo praises the audience for their support and says he is by far the second greatest pope in the world. He says “number two” in such a voice that you absolutely believe that being number two is the coolest and sexiest thing in the world.

▸ March 28th 2017. Papa falls off the stage into the pit and immediately uses this as an opportunity to approach the crowd and hold their hands. Papa, fall more often. Your ass looks really fine.

▸ He almost falls again, but pretends it was part of a dance move.

▸ The legendary hole in the shoe is the result of his ability to turn problems into advantages. Anyone else in his place would have thought, “Damn, my shoe's worn out, now I need a new one. I've got to change it without anyone noticing.” But Terzo thinks about turning it into an event and makes it iconic. Sometimes I think he could be a successful businessman with the most creative ideas. One of those people who can make a fortune from used cans.

▸ How to resolve situation if you passed out during a concert? That's right, compliment the ladies who are so beautiful that you fainted, and make their hearts melt.

Now let's dig a level deeper.

Radley and I have already written quite a bit about the theme of loneliness in Terzo's monologues. It all boils down to the fact that, according to Papa, ghosts can be pretty good company if you're lonely. Here are a couple of telling quotes:

We can't always get what we want. You know that, huh? But one thing that can keep you company in a lonely hour… are the ghosts inside. Let them be your friend rather than your enemy. It's that darkness that sometimes makes the person, eh?

Lawrence, Kansas, USA (October 5, 2015)

And

You have a lot of things in your life, huh? We all crave so many things. If we list… in order to feel as if… we all get all these things and then everything will feel better. Ain't that right? I am exactly the same. But I do know one thing… is that if you have the spirits and the demons inside you that causes a little… wreckage. That can be to your favor. Believe me. An empty shell is nothing, so...

Chicago, Illinois, USA (October 3, 2015)

Usually ghosts are associated with something scary, or they're a metaphor for memories of people you've lost. It sounds like Terzo was able to “win them over” to his side, make them his allies in a lonely hour, turn them from tormentors to trusted companions. Sounds like a profound reinterpretation of the experience of unhappiness. Someday I'll learn to do the same.

A phrase from the classic comes to mind, You have to make the good out of the bad because that is all you have got to make it out of. Maybe Terzo would argue with the second part, but would agree with the first.

▸ [Part 7]

▸ Encyclopedia of Terzo

▸ [Part 9]

[baldbaby69]

𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

ᵇᵃᵏᵘᵍᵒ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Summary: After being kidnapped bakugo finds comfort within your presence until he can’t anymore.

angst

ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ

ᴸᵒˢᵗ ᵐʸ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ. He was scared, petrified even. He didn't know if it would be possible to recover. He was traumatised and it scared him how bad this was effecting him and his ability to reach number one. If he could get scared this easily was he really worthy of becoming a Pro hero?

ᴺᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ. Everyone had their eyes on him and he hated it. He was suppose to be strong. He had a reputation but he felt himself shrink under each gaze he fell under because everyone noticed the fear that surrounded him except you.

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒˡᵈ. Its been over months and he felt like he couldn't face the world. To him everything was falling apart. He felt like everyone was against him except you.

ᴬˡˡ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ. So he spent the majority of his time at in his dorm room and the weekend at home. Even his own mother began to worry about the boy and it was unusual for her to do so. She tried to talk to him but he never responded to the small talk she would start when she brought his laundry to him. He would just shrug and get back to reading but he felt different when it was you. ('ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿ' ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ)

ᴹᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ⁱᵗ. Was he being dramatic? It wasn't his intention to so why did he feel the need to act like this. Like some sad little extra who lost a fight. He wasn't some extra, he was Katsuki Bakugo. The king explosion Murder. He didn't need the pity or have to time to be sad. He had a goal to reach and he would turn to you when he felt like it was getting further from his reach.ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ⁱᵗ

ᴺᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵀᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ. Were things ever going to get back to normal? Or did he just have to blow up everyone till they lost their sight. Until he wasn’t the hot topic anymore. All they would do was whisper amongst each other while he walked down the halls. Or go easy on him while he sparred complaing about how they didn't want to hurt him. Suddenly he was a brittle piece of glass, even a push of wind would blow him away but he felt you would be there to catch him.

ᴺᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ. But not you. Never you. Even before he was kidnapped you would always ask him to teach you some moves and help you with studying and skills. Like he was a role model that you looked up to. That hasn't changed. Now whenever he walked into class his eyes would land on yours first and watched as your face turn from a bored expression to the biggest smile he had ever seen plastered on your face. Even bigger than before. Almost like, you were grateful he was here.

ᵂⁱˢʰ ⁱᵗ ʷᵉʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʳᵘᵉ. He didn't like the attention he got but when it was you. He hated it. He hated having you seeing him in this state. He wanted to hide somewhere you would never find him but you always did. But something about the way you looked at him was different. When he would make eye contact with your gaze, he wish he could drown in them. It was like it was a safe space for him. Just for him and he hated it just as much as he hated you.

ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ. So he cancelled your Sunday study sessions and went home for the weekend. Did you care? nope. Your knuckles bruised against his family home door as you'd wait to be let in by his mom who would always welcome you with a warm hug. She would lead you to his room and close the door behind her as she left you two to stay in the silence Bakugo was already drowning in. Some days you would sit in his chair and do your study sessions without speaking at all and other days you would lay on his bed and talk about anything that came across your mind. You never realised because you were so deep into speaking your thoughts out loud that he was actually watching you with his back against his head board. He would pretend to be nose deep into the book he was reading but in reality he was knees deep into the flower filled garden your voice led him to. Made him feel like as long as you were there nothing could go wrong. (ᴵ'ᵈ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ)

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ. Until he felt like an addict. On the Sundays you wouldn't come and he felt worried. Did you get bored of him? Did your payment stop coming in to babysit him? Did you find someone else to manipulate with your stupid smile. On Sundays when you would come over the two of you would catch the last train back to U.A after having dinner with his family. But not for the past few weeks. He started from waiting in his room with the door slightly open for the little knocks you would throw and his mothers outbursts of excitement to have you over to waiting in the living room closer to the door to hear your little steps walk up to his house. To stop waiting at all. ('ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ)

ᴹᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ. He had half the mind to take you back to his home and keep you in his room forever. It made him feel very weird. He never understood why he felt like this. In school you acted fine. Ate lunch with him and his friends while laughing obnoxiously loud that would make every head turn towards your table. Maybe thats what made him tolerate you. Your need to not give a care in the world to what was happening around you. He never realised when the feeling of being around you made him feel safe started. Maybe it was when your face was the first one he saw after being trapped for hours. You busted through those doors without any trouble and knocked down whatever came between your mission to save him. He always knew about your ambition to become a pro hero. To you being a hero didn't come with ranks. A hero is a hero. No matter how many villains you defeat or civilians you save. It was about the intention you stride with. To make the world a better place and make people feel safe. Thats just what you did to him. You made his world a better place and you made him feel safer with every moment you spent by his side.

ᵀᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᵘʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ. He felt the distance that was coming between you with every second that passed. You sat beside him in class and every morning would bite his ear off with random words that came out your mouth to form sentences. He would never make sense of them though because he was busy watching you wave your hands around as you talked so passionately or watching your facial expressions as your judgement face would gossip about those around you. But everything stopped. He would walk into class and you would even look up from that stupid phone in your hand. Once he sat down beside you, you would whisper a sweet good morning without even making eye contact. He never replied but he needed to see your eyes. Have your eyes looking at him and making him feel safe. So one morning when you were busy, eyes glued to the device in your hand. He managed to grunt a quick hello before you. He watched your head flick up and whip around to watch him put his bag down and plop into his seat. Your smile made the apples on your cheek rise, head tilted you returned the phrase and went back onto your phone. He wanted to grab your chair and make you look at him directly and yell the top of his lungs about how you made him feel like an idiot but he chose not to. He chose to watch you scroll on your phone and occasionally aggressively type a few words. Your own hand came up and tucked a few strands behind your ear, something he always wanted to do. This gave him a clear view of your side profile. He noticed your bottom lips in between your teeth and how your brows would furrow when you got confused about something. This became a routine. Every morning he would come into class and greet you then lay his head on his hand and sit there staring at you until Aizawa came in. It was hard not to notice the hot head beside you boring into your soul but you chose to ignore it. Not wanting to cause anymore pain.

ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵃˢʸ, ᵇᵃᵇᵉ. To your surprise it was an emotion the two of you had in common. It was the first day that Bakugo had walked into class and noticed a huge circle of students around your desk. He stopped in his tracks. Only the worst coming to mind. He pushed past the crowd to see about a dozen of gift bags addressed to each student in the class. The students felt it was best to wait till a grown up came and explained what was going on. He sat in his own desk beside yours. His head turned to the bags and one caught his eye. It had his name written in that crazy font of your own handwriting. He would always get mad at you because he never could understand what you wrote. When Aizawa had entered the class with the principle he knew something had gone wrong. The class was told about you. How you just picked up and left without even looking at him properly for the last time. Apparently your parents thought it would be best to get you out of a dangerous place for your own safety. Bakugo scoffed. He could just imagine the fight you put up and the arguments you had to try and stay. He knew you.

ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵉ ᶠˡʸ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ᵉˣᶜⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ.

He went home that evening. With the stupid gift bag you left for everyone. Couldn't even make him feel special. Made him feel like everyone else. He sat in his room and looked at the sparkling red bag in front of him. He sighed before he took it in his lap and looked inside. A note, how convenient, along with a box, hand cream and a hoodie that you had taken from him a while back. As he pulled the items out a smell came along with it, your smell. He opened the box and took out a polaroid picture you put into it. It was a picture of him sitting at his desk in the classroom and you behind him with a smile he hadn't seen for weeks. Your arms were laced around his shoulders and your chin resting on his head. Which led him to look at himself. His usual normal scowl and eyebrows joined together in annoyance. He remembered Kirishima taking this picture a few days prior to the incident. He remembered the days he felt like a king, like a leader of the pack and now he felt like someone who needed to be protected. He turned the polaroid around to see your cursive writing spelling out '𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐸𝓍𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑀𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇' He looked back into the box and pulled out a black beaded bracelet, something that looked hand made. It had a gold charm of a crown in between two beads. Hence the king. He found himself huffing out laughs at how idiotic you are, or were. He put the bracelet on his wrist and looked at it. It felt like your tiny hand wrapped around his wrists. He remembered how that felt when you would grab him and drag him to your next class or to the library to study. Was he ever going to be able to have those moments again? His eyes fell upon the note.

“I’m sorry. for not letting you guys know before hand but I’m leaving or left when you have read this but I just wanted to tell you guys that i’m so grateful for every moment we have spent together and will forever remember you guys. I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for not letting you know about this sooner but I wouldn’t be able to leave if i had. Thank you guys for being my friends and I wish you the best.”

He hated you even more now. You had typed this for everyone. He felt stupid for thinking you had somehow made his one special until he turned the note around. It was your handwriting. He never thought he would feel this happy to see your hand writing.

ℋℯ𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊ℊℴ, ℐ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒹ℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓁, 𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓁 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ ℐ 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒹ℴ𝓊𝒷𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 ℐ 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ'𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊. ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒽ℴℴ𝒹𝒾ℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓇ℴ𝒷ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓂𝒷ℯ𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒷ℯ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃ℊ. 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓈ℴ 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 yℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝓇ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓂𝒷ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉ℴ 𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂 ℐ 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓉ℴℴ. 𝒜𝓁𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 ℊ𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈, ℐ 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶ℊℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ ℊℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝓂ℯ𝓁𝓁. ℋℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓉. ℐ 𝒹ℴ𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ 𝒸𝒽ℯℯ𝓈𝓎 ℴ𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ. ℐ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 ℐ 𝓌ℴ𝓃'𝓉 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝒻ℴ𝓇ℊℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊. ℬℯ 𝓈𝒶𝒻ℯ 𝒦𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾.

ᴴᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵉ, ᶜᵒⁿˢᵒˡᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᴵ'ˡˡ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵗʳᵃᶜᵉ. You really wanted to believe you were doing this for him but really you were doing it for yourself. You were selfish. You thought over stepping on Bakugos boundaries was going to help you over come the constant nightmares you were having. About him being kidnapped and having him being taken away from you. You knew Bakugo was always like how he is. You heard stories from Midoriya and Kirishima would love to make you laugh with his embarrassing ones but nothing had seem to really bother you. You knew you liked him but when he got kidnapped it gave you a reality check. Having him being taken away made you realise You wouldn’t be able to live without him if it continued like this. He would eventually break your heart. Forgetting about everything you saved him anyway because you would do anything for love. When he returned you knew that he would need space and time to heal but each second that you would give him that space you would feel like he was being taken away again. You lost sleep over this silly thing and you needed to do something. So you went to his house and forced yourself to be around him. Whether it was at his home or in class and especially in training. You would go extra hard on him. You wanted him to physically hurt you as much as it emotionally hurt you to even think about being away from him. You wanted him to physically push you away. You wanted him to scream at you to leave him alone because if he didn't, you'd still be attaching yourself to him like a lost puppy. Thats why when your parents brought up the idea to move to some place safer you agreed straight away. You couldn't deal with this anymore. You need to stop being so selfish and giving bakugo such a hard time. You were well aware of how capable he is to take care of himself. You stopped going to his house because you didn't want his mother to get used to you. You slowly distanced from all your friends and spent more time into looking into the new city you were moving to. It was at least 4 hours away and apart of you was relieved because the longer you'd stay here the more of your heart would start to shatter.

ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵃˢʸ, ᵇᵃᵇᵉ.

Author's Note

inspiration by the song No one Noticed by the maria. i’ve been feeling the need to read more angst lately so here you go. should there be a part 2?

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Bankruptcy is very, very good

On THURSDAY (June 20) I'm live onstage in LOS ANGELES for a recording of the GO FACT YOURSELF podcast. On FRIDAY (June 21) I'm doing an ONLINE READING for the LOCUS AWARDS at 16hPT. On SATURDAY (June 22) I'll be in OAKLAND, CA for a panel and a keynote at the LOCUS AWARDS.

There's a truly comforting sociopathy snuggled inside capitalism ideology: if markets are systems for identifying and rewarding virtue, ability and value, then anyone who's failing in the system is actually unworthy, not unlucky; and that means the winners are not just lucky (and certainly not merely selfish), but actually the best and they owe nothing to their social inferiors apart from what their own charitable impulses dictate.

It's an economic wrapper around the old theological doctrine of providence, whereby God shows you whom he favors by giving them wealth and station, and marks out the wicked by miring them in poverty. And like the religious belief in providence, the capitalist belief in meritocracy is essential to resolving cognitive dissonance: it lets the fed winners feel morally justified in stepping over the starving losers.

The debate over merit and luck has been with us for millennia, and even the hereditary absolute monarchs of the Bronze Age had to find a way to resolve it. For the rulers of antiquity, the way to square that circle was jubilee.

Bronze Age jubilees were periodic celebrations in which all debts were canceled. Different kingdoms had different schedules for jubilees, but imagine some mix of "every x years" and "every time a new ruler takes the throne" and "every time something really portentous happens." To modern sensibilities, the idea that we would simply wipe away all debts every now and again is almost inconceivable. Why would any society practice jubilee? More importantly, how could a ruler get the wealthy creditor class to countenance a jubilee, rather than seeking a revolutionary overthrow?

The best answers to this question can be found in the scholarship of historian Michael Hudson, who has written extensively on the subject. Hudson doesn't just write for a scholarly audience, he's also a fantastic communicator with a real commitment to bringing his research to lay audiences:

https://michael-hudson.com/

Hudson's most famous saying is "debts that can't be paid, won't be paid." It's in this dense little nugget that we can find the answer the the riddle of jubilee:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/09/29/jubilance/#debt

Let's start with a simple model of debt and credit in an agricultural society. In agricultural societies, everything exists downstream of farming, which is the core activity of the civilization. If the farmers succeed, everyone can eat, and that means they can do all the other things, all the not-farming work of your society.

To farm successfully, you need credit. Farmers enter the growing season in need of inputs: seed, fertilizer, labor; they need still more labor during the harvest. Without some way to acquire these inputs before the farmer has a crop that can pay for them, there can be no crop.

No wonder, then, that the earliest "money" we have a record of is ancient Babylonian credit ledgers that record the debts of farmers who borrow against the next crop to pay for the materials and labor they'll need to grow it. Debt, not barter, is the true origin of money. The fairy tale that coin money arose spontaneously to help bartering marketgoers facilitate trade has no historical evidence, while Babylonian ledgers can be seen in person in museums all over the world.

Farming requires an enormous amount of skill, but even the most skillful farmer is a prisoner of luck. No matter how good you are at farming, no matter how hard you work, no matter how carefully you plan, you can still lose a harvest to blight, drought, storms or vermin.

So over time, every farmer loses a crop. When that happens, the farmer can't pay off their debts and must roll them over and pay them off with future harvests. That means that over time, the share of each harvest the farmer has claim to goes down. Thanks to compounding interest, no bumper crop can erase the debts of the bad harvests.

That means that, over time, "farmer" becomes a synonym for "debtor." Farmers' productive output is increasingly claimed by the rich and powerful. No matter how badly everyone needs food, the whims of the hereditary creditor class come to dictate the country's agricultural priorities. More ornamental flowers for the tables of the wealthy, fewer staple crops for the masses. "Creditor" and "debtor" no longer describe economic relations – they become hereditary castes.

That's where jubilee comes in. Without some way to interrupt this cycle of spiraling debt, society becomes so destabilized that the system collapses:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/07/08/jubilant/#construire-des-passerelles

In other words: debts that can't be paid, won't be paid. Either you wipe away the farmers' debts to the creditor class, or your society collapses, and with it, the political relations that made those debts payable.

Jubilee is long gone, but that doesn't mean that debts that can't be paid will get paid. Modern society has filled the jubilee gap with bankruptcy, a legal process for shriving a debtor of their debts.

Bankruptcy takes many forms. The most important split in bankruptcy types is between elite bankruptcy and the bankruptcy of the common person. The limited liability company was created to allow people with money to pool their funds to back corporations without being responsible for their debts. This "capital formation" is considered "efficient" by economists because it creates the backing for big, ambitious projects, from colonizing and extracting the wealth of distant lands (Hudson's Bay Company) to spinning up global manufacturing supply chains (Apple).

Limited liability means that companies can take on debt without exposing their investors to risks beyond their capital stake. If you buy $1,000 worth of Apple stock, that's all you stand to lose if Apple makes bad decisions. Apple may rack up billions in liabilities – say, by abusing its subcontractor workforce – but Apple's owners aren't on the hook for it.

Economists like this because it means that you can invest in Apple without having to be privy to its daily management decisions, which means that Apple can accumulate huge pools of capital, "lever them up" by borrowing even more, and then put all that money to work on R&D, product development, marketing, and, of course, "incentives" for key employees and managers.

But limited liability also does a lot of work in the political sphere. Once an individual crosses a certain wealth threshold, they become an LLC. Accountants and wealth managers and financial planners insist on this. For freelancers and other sole practitioners, the benefits of forming an LLC are modest – a few more tax write-offs and the ability to get a business credit-card with slightly superior perks.

But for the truly wealthy, transforming yourself into the "natural person" at the center of a vast pool of LLCs is essential because it allows you to accumulate and shed debts. You can secretly own rental properties and abuse your tenants, accumulate vast liabilities as local authorities pile fine upon fine, and then simply dispose of the LLC and its debts. Plan this gambit carefully enough and the debtor LLC will have no assets in its bankruptcy estate apart from the crumbling apartment building, and its most senior secured creditor will be another of your LLCs. This lets the slumlord move an apartment block from one pocket to another, leaving the debt behind.

For the corporate person, shedding debts through bankruptcy is an honorable practice. Far from being a source of shame, the well-timed, well-structured bankruptcy is just evidence of financial acumen. Think of the private equity looters who buy a company by borrowing against it, pay themselves a huge "special dividend," then wipe away the debt by taking the company bankrupt (which also lets them shed obligations to suppliers, workers, and especially, retirees and their pensions). As Trump (a serial bankrupt who has stiffed legions of contractors and creditors) would say, "That makes me smart."

The apotheosis of elite bankruptcy is found in massive corporate bankruptcies, in which a corporation kills and maims huge numbers of people, then maneuvers to get its case heard in one of three US federal courtrooms where specialist judges rubber-stamp "involuntary third-party releases" that wipe out the company's obligations to it victims for pennies on the dollar, while the company gets to keep billions:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/07/29/impunity-corrodes/#morally-bankrupt

This process was so flagrantly abused by companies like Johnson & Johnson (which spent years knowingly advising women to dust their vulvas with asbestos-tainted talc, creating an epidemic of grotesque and lethal genital cancers) that it is finally generating some scrutiny and pushback:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/01/j-and-j-jk/#risible-gambit

But the precarious state of elite bankruptcies has more to do with the personal corruption of the small cabal of judges who run the system than public outrage over their rulings; like that one judge in Texas who was secretly fucking the lawyer whose clients he was also handing hundreds of millions of dollars to:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/16/texas-two-step/#david-jones

Certainly, we don't hear much about the "moral hazard" of allowing the Sackler opioid family to keep as much as ten billion dollars in the family's offshore accounts while walking away from the victims of their drug-pushing empire, no matter what bizarre tricks they deploy in pulling off the stunt:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/11/justice-delayed/#justice-redeemed

But when it comes to canceling the debts of normal people, the "moral hazard" is front and center. If you're a person who borrowed $79k in student loans, paid back $190k and still owe $236k, we can't cancel your debt, because of the message that would send to other people who want to (checks notes) get an education:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/04/kawaski-trawick/#strike-debt

The anti-jubilee side also wants us to think of the poor creditors: who would loan money to the next generation of students if student debt cancellation was a possibility? Of course, these are federally guaranteed loans, risk-free, free money for people who already have money, a kind of UBI for the people who need it least. The idea that this credit pool would dry up if you were limited to only collecting the debts that can be paid – rather than insisting that debts that can't be paid still be paid – elevates the hereditary creditor class to a kind of fragile, easily frightened, endangered species.

But the most powerful arguments against bankruptcy are rooted in the idea of providence. In an efficient market, anyone who goes bankrupt was necessarily reckless. They were entrusted with credit they weren't entitled to, because they lacked the intrinsic merit that would let them manage that credit wisely. Letting them walk away from their debts means that they will never learn from their mistakes, and that their fellow born-to-be-poors will learn the wrong thing from those debts: that there's an easy life in borrowing, spending, and discharging your debts in bankruptcy.

As it happens, this is an empirically testable proposition. If this view of personal bankruptcy as a personal failure is correct, then people who go bankrupt and live to borrow again should end up bankrupt again, too. On the other hand, if we accept the jubilee view – that debt is the result of accumulated misfortunes, often including the misfortune of birth into poor station – then bankruptcy represents a second chance with an opportunity to dodge misfortune.

In a new study from IZA Institute of Labor Economics's Gustaf Bruze, Alexander Kjær Hilsløv and Jonas Maibom, we get just such an empirical analysis. It's called "The Long-Run Effects of Individual Debt Relief," and it examines the lives of people for a full quarter-century after a bankruptcy:

https://docs.iza.org/dp17047.pdf

The study follows Danish bankruptcies following the introduction of continental Europe's first modern bankruptcy system, which Denmark instituted in 1984. Prior to that, the Danes – like most of Europe – did not allow for a discharge of personal debt through bankruptcy. Instead, a debtor who went bankrupt would be expected to have about 20% of their lifetime wages garnished to pay back their creditors, until the debts were repaid or they died (whichever came first).

After 1984, Denmark bankruptcy system imported features of US/UK/Commonwealth bankruptcy, including the ability to restructure and discharge your debts. Not everyone is eligible for this kind of bankruptcy: there's a bureaucratic system that verifies that people seeking bankruptcy discharge don't have a lot of assets that could go to their creditors.

But for the (un)lucky people who qualify for bankruptcy discharges, there's a fascinating natural experiment in which the fortunes of people who see debt relief can be compared to bankrupt people who couldn't get their debts wiped out.

It turns out that the Bronze Age has a thing or two to teach us. Here's the headline finding: people who discharge their debts in bankruptcy experience "a large increase in earned income, employment, assets, real estate, secured debt, home ownership, and wealth that persists for more than 25 years after a court ruling."

After people are given the benefits of bankruptcy, they are less likely to rely on public benefits. They get better jobs. Their families live better lives. Their creditors get some of their money back (which is all they can realistically expect, since "debts that can't be paid, won't be paid").

As Jason Kilborn writes for Credit Slips, "the benefits of debt relief are not only substantial but robust, as debtors learn their lesson (if there was one to learn) about managing their finances, and they capitalize (literally) on their fresh start."

Score one for the luck-based theory of wealth, and minus one for the providential meritocracy hypothesis.

Americans should take note of these findings. After all, Danes are insulated from the leading American cause of bankruptcy: medical debts. In America, breaking a bone or getting cancer or even kidney stone can wipe out a lifetime of hard work, careful planning and prudential spending. The US refuses to seriously grapple with this problem. The best we can come up with is the (welcome, but tiny) step of banning credit bureaux from trashing your credit score because of your medical debt:

https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/statements-releases/2024/06/11/fact-sheet-vice-president-harris-announces-proposal-to-prohibit-medical-bills-from-being-included-on-credit-reports-and-calls-on-states-and-localities-to-take-further-actions-to-reduce-medical-debt/

Millennia ago, everyone understood that debts that can't be paid, won't be paid, and they created a system for discharging debts and freeing productive people from the tyranny of accumulated liabilities, to the benefit of all. Dismantling that system required us to invent an elaborate theological system and dress it up in economic language.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/17/lovilee-jubilee/#debts-that-cant-be-paid-wont-be-paid

[copperbadge]

[ID: A screengrab of an app, with the heading "2024"; beneath the heading is an image of a grid decorated to look like a grassy field, covered with little digital plants such as trees, cacti, and toadstools. In the corner is a count of the plants, 117, and also the number one to indicate one real tree has been planted.]

Duolingo, for all its faults, has been really helpful for learning Italian, because it gamifies it exactly at the level I want. But it's also stalled in terms of what it can teach me; I've completed all the modules and it has started to become simply repetitive drilling. I decided I'd go off the paid subscription when the year is up, because I can do flashcards and translation on my own, and I wanted to find new ways to gamify that so that I would keep at it.

Enter Forest! When you want to focus on something, you open the app, set the amount of time you want to focus, and "plant" the timer. It basically locks your phone to a handful of apps (you can select which ones) so that you either have to focus outside of your phone, or focus on the apps you've allowed. If you successfully spend the entire time without "cancelling" the plant, it gets added to the grid. It also awards you coins which you can use to buy new kinds of plants, but slowly enough that you have to work a little for them. There's also a "friends" function where you can friend and compete with others, although I haven't explored that yet.

For me it's useful because it locks me out of stuff I shouldn't deal with while I'm studying, preventing me from, for example, feeling guilty that I haven't responded to a text immediately. It also gives me a little dopamine hit when my plant grows successfully, and unlike some other apps I looked at, once your plant has grown, you don't have to do anything further -- there's no maintenance, per se, which keeps it from getting overwhelming. It's primarily useful to me as a way of rewarding myself for doing something daily, which I will need once I'm not getting night owl chests and streak rewards from Duolingo. I've been on Forest long enough now that I know it'll work for me so I thought I'd recommend it.

Forest has a free version, but a lot of the features I wanted (custom tags, the ability to create a library of favorite settings, etc) were only in the paid version. That was a bummer until I looked at the cost of the paid version which was literally a one-time payment of $3. So I paid the $3 and honestly, more than worth it.

I use it for everything from locking me down while I'm doing my ADHD video game to timing how long I spend on writing and crafts to rewarding myself for doing my Italian lessons and breathing meditation.

[drea-ms]

★﹐冬のはなし．﹗﹑ KUSUO SAIKI

ミ★ ; "I rejected her." he said, his voice remaining stoic, "Why?" was all you said, tears welling up in your eyes, "Because I like you"

warnings. angst. happy ending. second lead!teruhashi. implied unrequited love. grammar errors

"Saiki, I really really like you." the blue haired girl said, waiting for him to answer the two words she wanted to hear him say; "oh wow." but that never came, not from him but from someone outside the classroom door, it was a surprise they didn't hear her, she assumed they focused on each other. She left before the pink haired boy said anything, going to text him that their cafe hangout would be canceled.

'smth came up sai, i'm srry." — seen

Right. You were guessing that kusuo and kokomis were hanging out at this point, it was no surprise that they would end up together, he'll even some of kokomis crazy fans thought so. Those two were meant to be soulmates, together in every universe.

While you were stuck as the second choice, like always. You wondered if you were to confess before the blue haired angel would everything stay the same? That instead of teruhashi confessing to saiki in that classroom, it was you? That he said yes to you, and not her. You hated how selfish you were thinking, though you were glad you and saiki gotten those matching rings that would stop his psychic abilities, he wouldn't know what you were thinking of.

It was late, and here you were still crying over the pink haired boy, something you hated. You looked at the ceiling, and starting thinking of every universe there was where the two of them would end up together. That's when you heard a notification from your phone;

You checked your phone to ignore the feeling of heartbreak. That was the plan until you saw a message pop up;

"Meet me at the park in 5" — sent from 'ku⁉️'

It was 3 AM at the moment, what would he want this late at—

'I'm not taking a no as an answer" — sent at 3:02 AM

Okay then, you were heading to the park, great.

Once you got ready, you headed out your window, making sure it was quiet so no one could hear you, after that you started head to the park where the pink boy would wait for you. That same feeling of heartbreak not leaving you as you headed to the place.

By the time you get there he was by the swings, swinging back and forth, you went up to him and smiled, he looked up at you and stood up, "We need to talk," he said, that same stoic face not leaving him, "About...?" "Teruhashi confessed that she liked me," "oh. congratulations on getting with her! you two were practically made for each oth—" "I didn't say yes, I rejected her."

your didn't know wether to feel bad for her or not, "Why?" "Because I don't like her" "okay... why are you telling me this?" "Because I saw you outside the classroom door," that's why, maybe he doesn't want you to get the wrong idea about because you always joke about that to him, "Right, Is tha—" "I also wanted to let you know that..." "That..?" "I know you like me, I knew from the start" ah. you thought you were being discreet about it, guess not. "Look. give me time, I'm trying to get over you. Just please— give me more time to get over you" you look up at him and tears begin to show up in your eyes.

The link haired boy looked at you and grabbed you by the cheek, he got near your eyes and wiped the tears that began falling out, "That's not what I meant." "Then what do you mean then?" "I need time to understand what I'm feeling for you, to make sure I'm not lying to you." was all he said, he turned to look the other way, hiding the fact that he's flustered, "And that means..." "It means we could be something more"

And on that night, snow began to fall from the sky on a nice December night.

And Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a dream.

NAO SPEAKS? i lob my silly little pink haired guy :(

[harmonyloveangels1990]

Open Body Control RP (Female or Futa only)

Roxanne was putting on the new outfit she had gotten for her husband. She couldn't wait to show it off and hopes that tonight is the night they can conceive a child. Unaware your muse, who has been stalking her has a body control ability. Allowing them to take over her body, while keeping her mind intact to see what happens.

"I'm hoping Max will get here in time from the airport. He'll be here tonight and once he does, I'll have everything ready," said Roxanne unaware that her husband's plane got canceled and won't be back till tomorrow night.

((Have fun and break her))

[aplaceinme]

For @leashybebes

Thank you so much for requesting this! I really hope you like it!! 💜💜

Song number 73 is “Wildfire” by SYML

“Tommy?” Buck asks, letting himself inside Tommy’s place. 

They had given each other’s keys about a month ago in case of emergencies. It is also a way for them to get inside, and get comfortable while waiting for the other to come home from a shift. After all, it’s quite common for one of them to be late due to a call taking too long. 

They weren’t supposed to meet tonight, but Buck is worried about Tommy. They have hardly texted today, which is weird for them since they are always exchanging texts during their shifts. Even if one of them is not working while the other is –a strange circumstance since they made sure to try to have the same shifts– they are still texting each other about random stuff. Except for today. That, together with the fact that yesterday Tommy canceled on him saying he had a migraine, has made Buck start spiralling with worry. 

Buck has been trying to control his insecurities, to stop thinking that everyone will walk away from him, and since dating Tommy he has gotten better at that. Tommy has an uncanny ability to reassure Buck in different ways. He does it in the way he looks at him, with fondness and adoration, and how he is always quick to compliment Buck about anything and everything. It’s in the way he always keeps in mind the things that Buck likes and dislikes. In the way he always tries to touch him, and not even in a sexual way –though there is plenty of that of course– but in a loving way: a hand on the small of his back, an arm wrapped around his waist when walking, holding his hand whenever possible, cuddling him when watching a movie and in bed, and hugging him any chance he gets. It’s also in the way he listens attentively to Buck’s rambling, asking questions, and later remembering all the details. His love is present in practically every single thing Tommy does and says around Buck. 

That’s why Buck’s sure that Tommy is not trying to ghost him, thinking of breaking up with him, needing a break from him, or anything like that. But something has happened, and Buck needs to know what so that he can help Tommy with whatever he might need. 

“Tommy?” He asks again after not receiving an answer. 

The entire place is quiet and dark. It’s such a contrast to how it usually is that Buck feels weird and his worry grows tenfold. 

Turning on his phone flashlight Buck looks in the living room, Tommy’s office, and then the garage. After not finding him in any of those places, Buck goes upstairs and calls his name again. 

As he nears the bedroom, he starts to hear some soft sniffling. Feeling his heart pounding in his chest and getting goosebumps all over, he carefully opens the bedroom door. 

Tommy is lying on his side, facing away from the door and he is crying softly. 

With his heart breaking into tiny pieces but also alarmed at what could be the cause of this, Buck approaches the bed, climbs into it and hugs Tommy from behind. 

“Evan?” Tommy asks, startled and with a hoarse voice.

Tommy sits up quickly, dislodging Buck’s arms from around him. “What are you doing here?” 

“I was worried about you,” Buck explains, carefully grabbing Tommy’s hands, which are aggressively wiping his tears away. 

“I’m fine,” Tommy says, even though tears keep slowly falling from his eyes.

Buck gently wipes the tears away, and then cups Tommy’s cheeks. “You’re not, love. What’s wrong? You can tell me.” 

Shaking his head, Tommy replies, “No, no, if I tell you I will start to ugly cry again and I can’t… I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a mess, and I’m not supposed to- It’s too much… You shouldn’t see me like this!” Tommy gestures at his face and the state he is in.

After taking a deep breath, Buck grabs one of Tommy's hands and entwines their fingers, giving it a little squeeze.  “Listen closely to me, ok?” 

As his lips tremble and his breathing shudders, Tommy nods hesitantly.

“Do you remember when the 118 got the call about a trailer truck tipping over and falling over someone? How that accident made me have flashbacks of being trapped under the fire engine?” Buck asks in a soothing voice. 

Tommy opens his mouth to speak but Buck doesn’t let him say anything. 

“Do you remember how much of a mess I was? How that night I dreamt that I had lost my leg so I woke up screaming and sobbing?” 

Buck waits for Tommy to nod again before continuing, “And do you remember what you did? You comforted me. You hugged me while I sobbed, not caring that I was getting snot all over your shoulder and chest. And when I apologized and made the self-deprecating comment that I bet I looked like hell, you told me… do you remember what you told me?”

“That you looked beautiful,” Tommy whispers. 

“Yeah, that’s what you said. And it’s the truth for you, too. There’s nothing that would make me think you’re not the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Buck says softly. “You were my rock then, let me be your rock now.”

Tommy sucks in a shuddering breath and buries his face into Evan’s neck, hugging him tight. His body shakes as sobs begin to erupt from his throat. 

Buck swallows the lump in his throat and strokes Tommy’s back in soothing circles. 

Eventually, Tommy tells him that it’s the death anniversary of Alex, the only friend he made during his time in the Air Force. He confesses that he had almost forgotten about it, his mind not registering the date, and how guilty he feels about it. 

Buck holds him and lets him talk about his friend, not interrupting once. Tommy tells him about how Alex was also a closeted soldier, and how they understood each other from the start, becoming thick as thieves. In many ways, Alex had been like the brother Tommy never had. On that fateful day, Alex had requested to go on a dangerous mission instead of Tommy and that was the last time Tommy saw him alive.

When Tommy falls asleep in his arms, exhausted, Buck keeps holding onto him, and silently thanks Alex for saving Tommy’s life.

[mayasaurusss]

Could I request headcanons/a short fic (whatever you feel like) for adult Misty taking care of (gender neutral) reader while they're sick? Like cozy staying in vibes. I'd imagine she'd try and make reader as comfortable and relaxed as possible, while also being a bit too worried and overbearing lol (she's trying her best though)

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A/N: I must say anon that I wrote this as quickly as possible so there's a chance my grammar might not be the best today😥.

As soon as Misty noticed the white of your eyes beginning to look slightly red, she knew you were sick. And as if that wasn't enough of a clue, the way you would sniff periodically really semed like the symptomps of a cold.

Misty who cancels all her plans, who takes a permission off of work for five days -her boss couldn't be happier to not have her around- to look after you. She forces you to come to her house so she can look after you better. She sits you on her couch, covering you with as many blankets as you want, making you chamomile and placing pillows under your back.

Misty who is meticulous with her cares. She doesn't miss one step of your recovery: she rubs salves on your chest, feeds you well and stays at your side. You always protest when she has to rub the cream on your chest, but it helps you breathe, so she has to strip you herself and force you to stay put and let her do her job. Everytime this happens, she is slightly annoyed by your antics, and if you weren't her lover, would probably threaten you in some ways.

Misty who does everything she can to make you feel better, whether that is by putting on your favorite movie or making your favorite dish. Misty's house is usually pretty dark. She isn't the type of woman to turn on unnecessary lights -the bills are high enough already- but when you express your discomfort in not having any light besides the tv's, her new task is to make her living room as cozy as possible. She will take out christmas lights and place them above the couch, light every lamp she can find,

Misty, who is actually really terrible at cooking or making any tea that isn't chamomile, so she has to follow every single one of your tips to make something that is edible. The first time you tried her pasta, you wondered how she hadn't died of hunger yet. Since she doesn't want -allow- you to get up the couch, you have to scream at the best of your abilities the steps she has to take to make the perfect tea. Cut to Misty slightly panicking and making something awful, but you love her too much to tell her that. You'd just have to resign and order take out for tonight.

Misty who doesn't even notice how overbearing she is. She means the best, truly, but her worry for you outweighs her rationality. She is too clingy, is too worried and asks you too many times how you feel when you just want to be left alone. You know she means well though, so you just let her be.

Misty who is actually a bit sad that you've recovered. She loved taking care of you these days, and it was a nice excuse to spend time with you alone and cozed up. She'll sport a pout for the following days.

[hugheses]

Team USA won’t play its first game of the 4 Nations Face-Off until Thursday night, but it’s already suffered a big blow with Quinn Hughes bowing out due to a reported oblique injury.

Hughes, the defending Norris Trophy winner and one of the front-runners again this season, agonized over his decision on whether to once again wear red, white and blue for his first best-on-best tournament with his younger brother, Jack.

But the Vancouver Canucks captain, who looked to be in discomfort during a skate Saturday morning as he tried to test the injury that has kept him out of four games, ultimately decided it would be most appropriate to rest and heal during the 4 Nations break so he can get healthy for the Canucks’ stretch drive. With the Calgary Flames starting to fade and the Canucks 6-1-1 in their past eight, the Canucks are now three points up on the Flames for the final wild-card spot.

“I’d say it was probably the hardest decision that Quinn’s ever had to make,” Hughes’ agent, Pat Brisson, told The Athletic. “He was looking forward to representing his country along with his brother, Jack. But at the same time, he’s been carrying an injury that could continue to linger and perhaps make it worse while he also hasn’t played in a few weeks. He did everything he could in his recovery to be ready.

“The decision not to play the tournament was finally made (Sunday) after a long marathon of conversations. He was completely devastated.”

This is obviously a huge blow for the U.S. as Hughes would have been its No. 1 defenseman and likely quarterbacked the No. 1 power play. Hughes, 25, is second amongst NHL defensemen with 59 points and 22 power-play points. He leads the Canucks in scoring by 24 points.

Devils star Jack Hughes was obviously disappointed but said, “It’s hockey at the end of day. People get injured all the time, and I was looking forward to spending time with him, but it’s all good, and hopefully he heals up and is ready to go for a big second half with Vancouver.

“He wants to be a part of this. He was really excited to come with this group and put the USA jersey back on. So it’s frustrating. But if you’re injured, you’re injured.”

Ottawa’s Jake Sanderson, a 2022 Olympian who came awfully close to making the initial roster in December before the United States brass chose Noah Hanifin, replaced Quinn Hughes on the roster. He stuck around Florida, where the Sens last played, and waited well into Sunday until finally being given the word that Hughes was officially out. Sanderson, asked Saturday by GM Bill Guerin to be on call just in case, canceled a tropical vacation and flew to Montreal.

Brady Tkachuk, Sanderson’s teammate with the Sens, called him “one of the best defensemen in the league” and said it was a well-deserved honor. Sanderson looks like he’ll start the 4 Nations as the United States’ seventh defenseman, with anticipated seventh defenseman Noah Hanifin elevated to the third pair with Brock Faber.

“Quinn’s such a special player,” Detroit Red Wings captain Dylan Larkin said. “It’s really unfortunate that he was unable to go. And I know he’s at home and he wanted to be here. It’s hard on him, but he’s looking after his body, and he’s just unable to go. So it’s just an unfortunate situation, and you’re going to look at guys like Zach Werenski to step up. But we’re going to miss (Hughes’) offensive abilities and how he moves the puck.”

Hughes has medaled in four international tournaments. He won silver in the 2019 World Junior Championship, bronze in the 2018 World Junior Championship and World Championship and gold in the 2017 World Under-18 Championship.

Jack said when the decision was finally made, Quinn texted him, “Sorry. I was so pumped,” and Jack texted him back, “We’re both gonna play a long time.”

The good news is the NHL is committed to the 2026 and 2030 Winter Olympics, and the hope is there will be World Cups into the future starting in 2028. Jack Hughes recalled that last year, the Hughes bros also couldn’t play together during All-Star weekend because he was hurt.

“At some point, we’ll play a … maybe the third year,” Hughes said. “Last year was All-Star Game. Didn’t happen. This year, this. So hopefully Olympics next year we’ll get it done.”

[astroyongie]

spamming senpai until i see an a-z nsfw for geto

(doing it so I don't get canceled by you)

A To Z Analysis: NSFW

Geto

A = Aftercare

Gojo is actual good with aftercare even if it doesn't seem like it. he is the type to be practical and have everything prepared beforehand. He is also the type to talk with his partner and make sure they enjoyed it

B = Body part 

On himself he likes his feet. don't ask why, he just believes he has very good feet

on his partner he loves their hair, their skin so he can touch and pamper. loves the curve of their back which makes him quite touchy as well

C = Cum 

He isn't very messy with cum but he squirts out a lot. So it's quite liquid compared to some who can have a more thick consistency

D = Dirty secret 

He might have a thing or want to see his partner being fucked by someone else while he simply watches. Extra points if he knows the other person so it can add to his angst

E = Experience

Geto haș very little experience. he has enough to know how to deal with a partner, but he still has much to learn.

F = Favorite position 

Your legs/feet over his shoulder is a position he loves, but also holding you from the side for more slow and lazy smash. Missionaries when he is feeling more on the romantic side

G = Goofy

Geto isn't really goofy during the intimacy, that because there's a lot going on inside his head. He is mostly focused on his pleasure and his partners

H = Hair

He can be a little messy. he is groomed but he doesn't like to be bare or have too much little hair. Same for his partner, although he doesn't care how they present themselves, he prefers when they have hair so it feels more mature to him

I = Intimacy 

Yes, Geto needs a lot of intimacy during smash, he needs the romanic aspects and he needs to be in love with the person to be able to have sex

J = Jack off 

He can be paradoxical. there will be weeks where he is doing it every night to sleep tight, and there's weeks where he will forget to do it. it also depends if he has a partner or not

K = Kink 

Geto's kinks are vast and usually they bring something primal on him. It's anything that gets tangled in between kinky, taboo, hurt yet still with passion and love. From sado-maso play, to blood and prey play to recreating traumas to have possession of the moment

L = Location

Bedroom exclusively. he doesn't mind to bring it to the office, to the working space or even the couch. but he prefers the couch.

M = Motivation 

Geto îs particularly hard to get in the mood. He gets turned on by random things and something it just clicks on him. but some kisses and teasing can get him going when done in the right moment

N = No 

He would say no to anything including food, poop, sodomization and anything that would put him and his partner in an uncomfortable environment

O = Oral

He is a huge fan of oral. Although he prefers to receive and to geto, a blowjob can count like one session. He also doesn't mind to go down on his partner but he might like the practice with his mouth

P = Pace 

He is a slow and sensual pacer, he doesn't like to get too rough with his thrusts, he believes it doesnt make him feel his partner fluster around him

Q = Quickie 

He isn't a fan of quickies and if he can avoid them he would. although if you really are in a mood, he will use his fingers on you to get you satisfied

R = Risk 

Geto will have the game to experiment and he will take risks after a conversation with his partner to make sure no boundaries are crossed. he wouldn't take risks randomly

S = Stamina

He has a good stamina actually. He might finish a little too quickly but he has the ability to take a few breaks to make it last a little more in between

T = Toys 

it's an half and half. it would depend on what type of toys you want to bring on the bedroom and what the utility of it. he is more okay to use them on himself tho

U = Unfair 

He can be a huge tease if he is in the mood of a more dom play. but is teasing can be painful, to the point where he will deny any type of release

V = Volume 

He is rather quiet during smash, based on the chart, he is the type to make low grunts and growls. He rarely moans out loud, as he find sounds from him to be embarrassing

W = Wild card

He would allow you to carve your name on his body permanently during a smash session and he would exhibit it proudly

X = X-ray 

Geto is large and girthy. it's curved upwards and it’s somewhere in between rough and clean looking.

Y = Yearning 

His sex drive is mid, it really depends on his mood

Z = Zzz

After sex he doesn't want to sleep. he wants to pillow talk, to hug, to cuddle. sleep with you in his arms afterwards