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kermitbread · 5 years ago

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yes I bring in some pain before the new chapter comes. now if you excuse me I shall go and sharpen my pitchfork in case we don't get any hananene tomorrow.

it's also in my AO3 if you guys prefer it there. idk

important note: don't worry about the ending here, the rest of the manga's supposed to be a follow-up. also cuz I'm uncreative lol

Being a better version of the real world, the stars were surely prettier to look at that night.

Hanako had to thank Shijima for the intricate details put into it. It was the perfect setting, perfect moment.

He just didn't count on what would happen later on that time.

He saw from the corner of his eye Nene climbing up to where a lone telescope stood, taking a peek. Seeing her face brighten up at the sight of the stars, it gave him comfort, yet bittersweetness in the end.

He wouldn't see that face ever again once he left this world, after all.

Sneaking up from her field of vision, he heard her softly mutter to herself, still engrossed with watching the constellation. In all his fashion, he continued for her, making her jump with surprise.

"Oh, Amane-kun! You were here all along?"

He didn't look at her, keeping his eyes at the stars. At that time, he didn't have the heart to do so.

If I look at you too much, it'll just get harder for me to leave, you know.

So he just settled to talking about the stars, one thing he had never gotten to do when he was alive. Well, in this fake world, he can, anyway.

He didn't know how everything had lead up to this. He just remembered meeting this clumsy girl, summoning him for a wish. Of course, he couldn't forget he had been aware of her decreasing lifespan since the start, but he didn't think much of it.

The plan was to merely humor her and go along her silly wishes, let her enjoy her remaining time left. Once that day came everything would go back to how it used to be.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He definitely didn't count caring for her more than he should. He didn't expect developing this kind of fondness to her.

He didn't expect to fall in love at all.

That's impossible. I'm already dead. None of those things mean to someone whose life is already over.

Apparently Nene had proved him wrong.

Perhaps this was why he had let himself work with Tsukasa this time. He let them do whatever, in exchange he would be allowed to put her and Kou in the fake world where they could live happily.

Not worrying about death, not worrying about tomorrow.

Not worrying about losing Nene for good.

Even when he himself wasn't there to see that anymore.

"Amane-kun, do you wanna take a look too? Through the telescope." He heard Nene ask. Putting on a wry smile, he shook his head.

"Nah. I'm good."

"But... It's so pretty."

Just like you.

With his smile growing into a wide grin, he chuckled softly, taking a quick glance at her way before turning to watch the sky once more. "Exactly."

I hope you'll understand.

"If I look at it too much, it makes me wanna go there."

But you know I can't. Not anymore.

"And I've made up my mind now. I'm not going anywhere."

I'm sorry, Yashiro.

He tried breaking the growing tension with another laugh. "After all, going to space is impossible!"

"Hanako-kun."

At the mention of his name, his eyes widened. There was some part of his mind that almost let him break off his facade, and the urge to give away his identity as Hanako sat for a while.

Nene reached out a hand, tugging at his sleeve. She looked at him with a look he couldn't understand.

Sadness?

"I mean... Amane-kun. You are Hanako-kun after all... aren't you?"

Her voice sounded pleading, and a little bit scared. She was looking at his eyes, as if searching for any clue of him being Hanako all along.

How he wanted to say yes. How he wanted to just say, "It's me. I'm here."

But Hanako had to be firm. He can't let her know. He had to keep up this fake persona of his former self, just for her.

"...no." He managed to reply, almost stuttering. It was getting really hard to say no to her, really.

"You really like saying that don't you? But I'm Amane-kun!" He waved his hand around nonchalantly, laughing it off. Maybe if he acted more casually, Nene would brush it off as just a strange thought.

She just stared at him, not finding the situation funny.

You've always been the stubborn type, huh?

Hanako's smile faltered, and he sighed, avoiding her look. Why was she so persistent into convincing herself that? It wasn't like he mattered anyway.

"What... kind of person is he?" He found himself asking. He didn't get it. Scratch that, a lot of things about her didn't make sense.

He found it endearing, though.

"Hm?" She looked kind of surprised by his question.

"Hanako-kun, I mean. Are we really that similar?"

Secretly he was hoping that she would say something profound.

"Yeah... you are similar." He turned around as she stood up and walked away a little, her back turned to him.

"He does various annoying things."

What. Hanako almost commented on that, holding back his words with a weird choking noise. Is that how it is, huh?

"He's always acting like a perv... And making dumb jokes. And he doesn't take things seriously most of the time."

Well... The perv insult I can take, but now your just making fun of me.

"T-that guy's similar to me... how?" Hanako raised an eyebrow at her. Is that how you see me, Yashiro?

"But..." To his surprise once again, she walked back towards him, sitting down and leaning backwards, her head almost touching his shoulder. He felt her hand rest upon the top of his, clutching on it gently.

"I don't... hate him."

At that moment, the shooting stars had began to fill the dark of the sky, painting it bright.

He felt himself tremble a little from her soft tone. Unable to look away.

"I really like him."

He held back a gasp, eyes wide with surprise.

Nene liked him. Not as Amane, not as anything else.

She liked him, because he was Hanako. He was himself.

Suddenly it didn't feel so fair for the both of them. It wasn't fair that she had to say those things, and it wasn't fair he had to hear them, only to leave for good.

If circumstances were different, if this make-believe world were real...

It hurt.

"So... Hanako-kun." Nene's hands turned to his face, bringing him to look up at her. She had a determined look, her form almost glowing against the shine of the moon.

She really was like a star. A star he could never reach, no matter how hard he tried.

Even so, it made him happy she was a star that had remained by his side, when no one would.

"Let's escape together. To the real world!"

Can't you understand, Yashiro? If you come back...

Pained memories from his living past flooded back. He had lost his brother, his future, and now, if Nene were to return to the real world...

...I'll lose you too.

He pulled away from her, not really liking that he had to swat away her hand from him, but he had to. He can't give in, no matter how tempting it sounded.

Besides, he couldn't give her the life she wanted if she came back in the real world.

Nene confused him. Why was she insisting on leaving this world? All he wanted was to protect her!

These words came unspoken, however, as all he could do was stare at this strange, frustrating, beautiful girl in front of him.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wanted to give of a humorless laugh.

Perhaps that was one of the reasons he had fallen for her in the first place.

All of a sudden Nene took his hand and pulled him along, with them leaving the rooftop. "Let's go, Hanako-kun!"

"Eh? Wha—where?!" He almost tripped on his feet being dragged by the girl.

Nene smiled brightly at him. "Home, of course! Let's get back to the real world!"

Home.

Muttering the word under his breath, he said nothing else, settling for staring at her as they both made their way out of the school, approaching the gates.

The pain seem to just grow more.

Hanako closed his eyes, letting things take its course.

This was no time to get distracted. It was a matter of time before Shijima completed this fake world, after all. And once it was, Nene's memories of him would vanish.

All for the greater good.

He stood there, watching her open the locked gates, looking back at him. "Alright, it's open! We can get out now!"

All for the sake of her life.

"...I'm not going."

I'm sorry, Yashiro.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #yashiro nene #hanako kun #yugi amane #anime #hananene #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #jshk spoilers #my brain and heart hurts #lol

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daemoninfluff · 4 years ago

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Nightmares

*GWEN DO NOT INTERACT* (you already got the link,,,)

finally remembered to put this on tumblr too! Will put the link to ao3 into a reblog cause tumblr somehow doesn’t show my posts in the tags when there’s a link in it (sad life)

In short, Frey has nightmares since McG fell out of the window and cause I’m uncreative the title is nightmares too. Tell me if y’all find any errors pls and thx, much love and let’s begin!

Ian Frey sat on the side of his bed, the room dark apart of the small illumination the glowing embers were giving off. The heavy curtains were blocking the moonlight, but also the cold from creeping through the window so he hadn’t yet chosen to open them.

He drove his hands through his still damp hair; at least the shivering had stopped.

It hadn’t been the first night and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. Since they had come back to Edinburgh, since the Ardglass case had ended in the tragic death of Miss Caroline’s father, he hadn’t slept well.

Frey wasn’t stupid. He knew his brain was just trying to work out the events in Lancaster and on Pendle Hill – at least that was what he told himself. It had been a rough week after all, but now two weeks had gone by and he still wasn’t able to get a normal amount of sleep. And when he was honest to himself, he knew why it was. Better, what it was.

In the beginning he hadn’t been sure if it wasn’t just because he had fallen asleep on the train back. The dreams had been vague, a mix of colors and shadows, the smell of fire and the feeling of cold going through his body. But they continued every following night – or whenever he fell back into his restless slumber – and when he finally started to really see, he realized his numerous near death experiences weren't the full volume of his dreams, not even what woke him up, every time in a cold sweat, heart beating fast and breath rattling as if he had run for what felt like a hundred miles.

Instead it had been McGray. McGray’s death, to be precise, or what Frey had thought to be the end of the man. And every time it got worse.

Frey knew McGray was alive, probably awake even, as he knew the Scot was plagued from nightmares just as well.

If Frey just knew why McGray’s apparent death was eating on him so heavily, why it didn’t seem to let him go; Maybe it would let him sleep easier, find some peace. The whole affair was a riddle to him though.

Frey made his way out of his room, didn’t even bother to close the door. The corridor wasn’t much colder so he didn’t saw the need to close it which might would have aroused whoever else was still awake – worst of them McGray. Frey knew he had to pass through half the house to reach the kitchen, but he preferred his small chance of going unnoticed.

Already as he came to the end of the stairs he realized he wouldn’t have such luck. To his demise most of the doors stood ajar, showing that McGray had once again been roaming around the house before deciding where to stay and therefore probably having left the door open to whichever room he had chosen in the end.

Frey went on still, trying to be as silent and inconspicuous as possible. It shouldn’t work, as he soon found out.

“Ye still awake”, came McGray’s voice from the drawing room. It didn’t feel like a question but Frey still felt obliged to answer.

“Just getting something to drink”, he said but didn’t even look at McGray. “Maybe something stronger…”

Frey strode on, following the dimly lit corridor into the kitchen, not even registering the scrapping noise the legs of the chair did as McGray stood up to follow him. He opened the door and only two steps in he registered the lack of light. The fire had burned out as it seemed, an hour or so ago, still warm but the embers weren’t glowing anymore. Joan also had turned out all the light and since the kitchen wasn’t on one of the outer walls there were no windows to let the moonlight or that of the streetlamps in. Just as Frey turned around the big shadow of McGray appeared in the door frame.

“Why didnae ask ye nanny to bring some juice, lassie”, McGray grunted. He moved to the side just to bring up a candle.

The light was bright between just the two of them and Frey had to squint for his eyes weren’t ready for it. McGray inspected him, Frey could feel the man’s eyes moving over his body. Heat run up his head and ears but he ignored it. As McGray took a step forward Frey turned around and walked up to the pantry. He couldn’t stand looking him in the eyes. Sure, they were alive, nothing like the cold, glassy globes he saw in his dreams, but whatever he knew he would see in them didn’t become him.

Frey could hear McGray grumble behind him as he searched for something high percentage. He found some whiskey behind a few old looking bottles of wine and took it, short of just opening the bottle and taking a few gulps out of it, wouldn’t McGray stand right behind him. So instead he turned around yet again to march out of the smaller room and get himself a cup just to have McGray stand right in front of him once more.

He sighted, “Can you let me get a cup or should I take your own measures and drink out of the bottle?” McGray didn’t need to know that Frey would have done it either way, even though he would have waited until he had reached his own room again.

“Why ye do nae sleep anymore, Frey”, this time McGray squinted, not because of the light and also not because of his eyesight – that had gone back to it’s regular sharp self just a few days after they had arrived in Edinburgh again. No, Frey knew he was searching for something, searching for answers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, he mumbled though while looking away. Frey just wanted to go back to his room, maybe relight the fire so he would be able to let the curtains open, just for a bit. He would drink and then he would finally be able to sleep for some more than just an hour or two at a time. Maybe he would end up like Nine Nails himself, not able to sleep without tossing around, staying awake most of the night and drinking himself to sleep. Going crazy. He was sure he would end up being crazy when it went on like this.

“Tell me or I’ll talk to ye wee brother and I’m sure-”

“Don’t you dare talk to Elgie about this”, Frey hissed. His younger brother didn’t need to know about his sleeping problems – if they could be called that.

“Then ye would rather me talking to Joan?”

Frey pressed his lips together. He would have loved to just punch McGray but he knew that would get him nothing but a bloody nose himself.

“Ye as scared talking ‘bout yer feelings as ye are ‘bout believing in witchcraft, it seems”, McGray mused.

Frey huffed. He tried his best to shove McGray aside, pressed himself through the small gap and made for the corridor again, but before he could reach the door he was gripped by the arm, pulled around and in the next second Frey found himself pressed against the kitchen wall. He nearly let the bottle fall, but McGray was faster, grabbing it just a second before he let go.

McGray’s blue eyes were stabbing him with intensity. Frey wasn’t sure if the man could even see his face in the darkness of the room since McGray had abandoned the candle somewhere near the pantry, but he was able to see McGray’s face, mere inches in front of his own, eyebrows scrunched together and mouth tight in a slim line.

“I’m not scared of witchcraft”, Frey huffed, “since it doesn’t exist. It is not real.” He tried to control the heat running into his cheeks but it was pointless as McGray’s breath hit his face, the warmth of the man’s body floating through his too thin night clothing, making the heat of McGray’s hand – still on his forearm – even more noticeable.

“Same goes for yer feelings, then?” Frey gulped. McGray’s eyes squinted again and Frey reminded himself of the man’s great eyesight. McGray almost smiled. “Nae? Then tell me.”

Maybe Frey could have ignored McGray, could have ignored the fear of him telling his Brother – or worse, Joan, who would have announced it to half of Edinburgh until the next evening for sure – but there was something in Nine Nails’ eyes, something warm, nearly caring, that made him break. And within a second Frey had to suck his next breath in, heavily, his lip already trembling and feeling his eyes burning.

He tried to tell himself he wasn’t going to cry, but he knew if he wouldn’t get away soon, he would. And he knew he wouldn’t get away.

“It’s all your damn fault”, he said, his voice quivering. McGray frowned, already opened his mouth to deny his doings in whatever Frey was about to claim, but Frey was faster: “I can’t sleep. I can’t stay asleep. Cause every time I dream of this stupid stunt of yours and Ms Oakley! And every time it gets worse and all I can think of are-” He stopped for a moment, his breath heaving. Frey pressed his eyes together, he wished he was drunk for this, at least lightly. A first tear made it’s way out of the corner of his eye and Frey wasn’t sure if he should brush it off – which would also risk McGray noticing. “I- I see your eyes and they’re- they’re cold and lifeless and… I-It isn’t you! I know you are alive bu- but I just-” Frey gulped some more. He realized McGray had loosened his grip around his arm, had started to move his thumb over the soft skin on the inside like Frey had seen him do to his sister.

He knew he shouldn’t feel like leaning in. He was a man, grown up already, had studied twice – with rather little success, but still – and worked since some many years already. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t lean in, wouldn’t search for body contact, not in any form. He was an adult. He didn’t need that.

“Hush.” McGray drove his free hand up to Frey’s face, brushed over his cheek and wiped the tears away Frey hadn’t yet realized were running down his cheeks. He blinked, tried to see, but his vision was blurred. “Speak, Frey. What are ye fearing?”

Frey wanted to snort but instead his breath hitched and he let out a small whine. He was sure he started to blush furiously.

“I- I don’t know”, he finally answered. “I just don’t know.”

McGray hummed, “Then why ye crying just thinking about it?”

“I don’t know.”

Frey was sure he didn’t fear McGray dying, why should he. They weren’t even friends, they were barely partners. McGray didn’t like him and would never do and specifically not after what they had thrown at each others heads in the week in Lancaster. They didn’t get along, maybe when it was about Campbell or the Lady Glass, but never much further. Frey was sure McGray hated him and he shouldn’t feel any different to the other, but just the thought of it made him lower his head and sob.

“Och, stop the whining, pretty boy!”

The next moment Frey found himself pressed against McGray’s broad chest, the tall man rumpling through his hair which would have bothered Frey if he hadn’t just fallen out of bed anyway. He lifted one hand, told himself he wanted to use it to push McGray away, but it just ended in the man’s shirt, his fingers quivering as he clutched them into the fabric.

“I just can’t bear the thought loosing you”, he whispered so silently he was sure McGray wouldn’t catch it, even if his face hadn’t been nearly crushed into the man’s shoulder. Frey wasn’t sure where that had come from, but he knew it was the truth.

It was the truth and it scared him.

#frey and mcgray #a case for frey and mcgray #ian frey #adolphus mcgray #is written as mcfrey but can be read as friendship too #mcfrey #psa let my son cry okokok

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shesnake · 5 years ago

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things that should have happened on peaky blinders but steven knight is too uncreative + a coward

an actual shelby betraying tommy, one who has been here since season 1. almost certain the season 5 traitor is anya taylor joy which is the most boring decision ever!!! why bring in someone new with purely fiscal motives, when literally A N Y member of tommy’s family has every reason to turn against him but ofc the best one would be

POLLY betraying tommy. which totally could have happened in season 4 btw

the gall of sknight to have michael rebel against tommy s5 after not following through with (see above point)

i just want polly to shoot tommy. he doesn’t have to die but i think we all deserve to see it

ada never abandoning her communist beliefs

lizzie never validating/assuaging the abuse/danger tommy put her through

would be really fucking cool if sknight just didn’t hate women...

mob wife grace (she could still die idc)

mob wife alexander siddig. just throw the whole aberama gold out

after john dies s4 finn has a scene where he talks about how he can’t be the replacement for john because he doesn’t want to kill/be violent WHICH COULD HAVE BEEN a a very interesting path for him to go character-wise maybe put him on the polly side of things maybe he just wants to be normal maybe hes gay but instead??? he gets over those issues in the time jump between seasons

just more finn and isaiah stuff in general it’s pretty bullshit that they were only ever used to support michael’s storyline no wonder the og actor for isaiah quit

actual conflict resolution instead of a time jump in between seasons

i know with all the life-threatening violence, substance abuse, and mental illness it’s a wonder any of these guys is still alive but the one that really shocks me is arthur dude should have died season ONE he’s too stupid to have survived this long

if he must remain alive it was pretty stupid of linda’s characterisation to go a complete 180 in between seasons

andrew koji was criminally underutilised and if this is not rectified in season 6 there will be hell to pay

season 5 is the stupidest shit i’ve ever seen every episode up to the finale was just watching a car crash in slow motion for 5 whole hours the only way it could have been saved was if sknight stopped being a coward and just let tommy be arrested (then spend s6 in prison) but he will never let go of tommy this show is just too convinced of its machismo tommy used to be a genuinely smart character now he’s just dumb but supposedly too powerful to fail despite all these factors which could and should have so easily toppled him it’s embarrassingggggg

it’s like midnight i’m exhausted yes the above things sound good i think? idk but we all know the real reason i made this post it was to say that: polly and luca should have smashed

#peaky blinders

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justalittlelitnerd · 4 years ago

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The Hunter by L.J. Shen

Once upon a time there was a magic castle in which everything wilted but the soul of one boy.

Disclaimer: I didn’t realize when I added this book to my TBR that it was Hunter from the All Saints High series partly because Hunter was such a background character in the other books and partly because this is the first in a new series.

I was a bit apprehensive about this book because even though I loved the All Saints High series I wasn’t completely sold on the premise of the sex tape leading to family insituted house arrest/babysitting and the way the story starts didn’t ease my apprehension about Hunter’s likability. But I quickly got invested because as gross as Hunter was at the beginning (and he was honestly pretty skeevy) it was clear that he acted the way he did because of his family which was all sorts of fucked up (which was to be expected with Shen).

I honestly got a little teary at the end because his character growth was so amazing and honestly unprecedented in the scope of the All Saints High series because Penn and Knight were already good guys going through family drama/trauma and I’m still not convinced that Vaughn isn’t just a psychopath who fell in love (can you tell I’m still shook by Angry God??) but Hunter went from a guy who I sincerely had trouble seeing settling down to a guy who was willing to give up everything for the girl he loves.

The “Song of the Day” moments were a little weird, but worth it for the perfectly chosen references that made me laugh.

I am already sold on the novels to come in this series because I want to know who will get Kill to fall in love and the thought of Sailor’s mobster brother Sam with Hunter’s wholesome little sister Aisling just sounds like a good time.

Keep reading for some of my favorite quotes (forewarning I made over 100 highlights on my kindle for this book and had a hard time cutting it down)!

"A white, male billionaire in the middle of a whale-sized sex scandal is not, in fact, the most empathetic creature known to mankind.”

I had this game I played with myself, since I was my only steady companion in life. I changed places and crews so often, I had to find something to anchor me. The game consisted of choosing a daily song that defined my mood. Today, it was clearly “Gimme Shelter” by The Rolling Stones. Because shit, I could use a hideaway right about now.

Hunter Fitzpatrick was unfairly, undeniably, irrefutably stunning. Shockingly so. In a way that made me resent him simply because men that handsome aren’t trustworthy. Let me amend—men in general aren’t trustworthy. The pretty ones were extra mean, though. That was a lesson I’d learned in high school that wasn’t in the syllabus.

“Listen to me carefully, Hunter Fitzpatrick. I may seem like an insecure, average-looking geek to you. And you know what? That’s who I am. I own it. But make no mistake, this insecure geek comes from a long line of people you do not want to screw with, and their savagery rubbed off on me as well. I will not hesitate to pierce your pretty, spoiled-prince heart with one of my pointy arrows.”

“Bet? Yo?” Kill looked at me like I was a horrific car accident. “Who talks like that? What do you have against the English language? You seem to butcher it whenever the opportunity presents itself. Did English hurt you when you were young? Show me where on the doll.”

The little she-devil knew how to work a deadly weapon with Olympic skill. If anyone needed protection in that goddamn apartment, it was me.

“Any other people you want to talk to about our conversation, or can you just grow a pair and be a decent fucking human?” When they put it like that, I guess I really didn’t have much choice. Also, was I being judged by a couple of murderers? I really should take a long, hard look at my life.

“The only person Hunter Fitzpatrick is capable of loving is himself. Even then, he does a shitty job. Look at all the mess he got himself into.”

It was funny how Hunter believed he was dumb, and I believed I was unattractive—and that these opposite sources of insecurity made us enemies. I despised him for his looks, and he thought I was an unattractive bore.

Sailor confirmed that finding good food spots was her talent. Which, side note, made her marriage material, if I was into monogamy.

If I were a king going to war, I’d want her to lead my army. Bitch would destroy anything in her path to get what she wanted.

Hunter blinked, making a show of treating Junsu like a world-class idiot. He was good at it—a hurricane you wanted to chase, jam-crammed with charisma, humor, and self-assurance.

The implausible tininess of her person in contrast to the impact she had on my life made me want to tear this place to its bones and watch it collapse, brick by brick.

He was a lonely prince—untouchable, yet in need of a hug. Brilliant, yet deeply misunderstood. Sitting on a throne of broken expectations and disappointment. I wondered if he’d ever know he was smart and brave and goodhearted. I wondered if I’d be the foolish girl to let him in on that secret. I realized he was right. I was the archer, but he was the true hunter.

Watching him watch me felt like being buried alive. Before his eyes landed on me, I’d felt like I was wearing the wrong skin, the wrong face. Because of his gaze, I felt beautiful, and that was seriously addictive.

Number of hearts that perished in the Hunter-storm wake. Number of times he’d heard the word no and effortlessly turned it into a yes. Number of tears shed because of this gorgeous creature, who couldn’t help being who he was.

“Cross my heart and hope to die, when I first saw you in that parking lot, I knew your blood type was gold. I think we’ll be a good lesson for each other, Sailor. You don’t know how to live, and I don’t know how to do anything but live hedonistically.” As he said that, I realized I’d never felt more mortal. But being mortal was being alive. I had so much to lose. So much to gain. So much to feel.

He was fearless, and a rebel, and a sinner, and a saint. A prince who’d never wanted his title. A pure-hearted rake. He was everything a woman should run away from, personified. And yet here I was, falling deeper.

"Do you give a damn about anything?” I jested. My parents had fucked both of us up thoroughly, but in different ways. I cared too much and acted up. He didn’t care about anything at all. “I’m sure I do, but I’ve yet to find it,” he said. “Liar.” “The truth is overrated—an uncreative, uninspired way of seeing things.”

The truth was, for the past few months, there was nowhere I’d rather be than with Hunter Fitzpatrick. He was my home, the little corner in the universe that understood me.

“I called you Sailor because I wanted you to see the world, to visit continents, to cross oceans and seas. In ancient times, sailors used to tattoo sparrows on their skin before leaving the docks. It brought them luck, you see. And since my name is Sparrow, I want to bring you luck. I want you to carry me everywhere in spirit. I’ll be there for you always. Only I think I failed, my brave girl. I think I failed you miserably. I hope he succeeds. I hope he knows you are so much more than beautiful. You are real.”

He was mine, even when he wasn’t.

#hunter #boston belles #hunter fitzpatrick #the hunter #lj shen #romance #romance books #romance quotes #enemies to lovers #books #book blog #booklr #book quotes #quotes #sailor

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stars-in-my-damn-eyes · 5 years ago

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Ophelia is Just a State of Mind

Summary: Rhian’s life in itself hadn’t been too hard. She’d been born into an unimportant family at a GA base in Wales, to loving parents. However, the GA itself, as was customary, seemed more than happy to break through the illusion that everything was alright.

Rhian Vaughn’s father was a man with tired eyes who always smiled gently at her and patted her head softly whenever she went up to him. Her mother didn’t like to touch Rhian - or anyone - but she’d always sing to her, and assure Rhian that she loved her.

When Rhian’s mother didn’t come home one day, her father changed. Whenever he thought Rhian or little Trystan weren’t looking, an anger would settle within him, as if he was mad at the world.

Her mother had died when Rhian was five, but Rhian was six when she asked her father what had happened to her.

“She’s dead, lamb,” he’d said, and the tiny part of Rhian that had been hoping that she’d just transferred bases and was going to come back any day felt something shatter.

“Oh,” she said. “But Mum wasn’t old.”

“She wasn’t,” her father said. “But someone in her office had let an important file get corrupted, and the blame fell on her head.”

“Did the corruption kill her?” Rhian asked, voice small.

Her father chuckled. “Something like that.”

They didn’t talk about Rhian’s mum again - it simply wasn’t done in the organisation to dwell in the dead when life was moving on, after all - until they recieved news that they were to be transferring from their base in Wales to one in England, when Rhian was eight, almost nine. It was the main base of the GA, her father had said, and a very prestigious location. That’s where Mark Grey, the head of the GA himself, lived, and where their mother had come from.

“We’re going to Central?” Rhian had yelped, stars in her eyes, Trystan standing beside here with an expression of quiet awe. “How come? Will mum’s friends be there? Do we have any aunts or uncles there?”

“Naw,” her father had chuckled mirthlessly. “I don’t know where your aunts and uncles have been stationed. We’re going to Central because of you, Rhian.”

“Me? How come?”

“Someone in the Academy was very impressed with your scores, lamb, and they want you in Central.”

Rhian would regret the glee that overtook her heart for a very long time afterwards.

At Central, she’d been put in a smaller class of ten other kids by the Academy adminitrators.

“The Grey Alliance Academy has recognised your proficiency in the STEM disciplines, Vaughn, and we have chosen to assist you in achieving your highest potential,” someone had told her, and Rhian had been informed that she was going to be specialising in that discipline from now on.

She was slightly disappointed that she didn’t get to choose her classes, but she pushed that aside rather quickly. She was in Central, after all - that more than made up for it.

In her class, she worked diligently.

She was approached by a classmate a few weeks later.

“Hi. Vaughn, right? I’m Alice Kingsley. Congrats on being first,” she said, her sallow face betraying no emotion.

“What am I first in?”

Kingsley’s surprise showed both on her face and in her voice. “In our class! And you’re ninth overall for Division Four trainees. Don’t you check the rankings?”

“Oh. Not really,” Rhian said. “I don’t really care about that stuff.”

Kingsley almost choked. “You don’t care about the rankings? The single most important thing that determines your future in the GA?”

“I don’t really mind what I end up as.”

“Not even if you end up in Division One as field operative? They have the highest mortality rate, you know, and that’s where you go if you don’t score high enough!”

“My dad was in Division One for twenty-five years, and he’s still alive. My mum worked in Division Two in data analysis, I think, and she died when I was five.”

“Yeah, but that’s probably an isolated incident. Field ops are-”

“My dad says incompetence gets you regardless of division,” Rhian cut her off. “So I don’t care where I end up. Just so long as I can do whatever it is I’m doing well enough.”

“Oh. Okay.” Kingsley lapsed into a momentary silence. “Anyways, I was going to ask, do you want to study with me? I could really use the help of the smartest student in class.”

“Okay.”

True to her word, Kingsley showed up that night to study with her.

And the night after that.

In fact, Kingsley showed up at the Vaughn flat to study with Rhian most nights.

Over the next few months, Rhian got to know Kingsley - Alice - rather well. She found out that she was from an important family - the Kingsleys were part of the Grey clan, and Alice’s father sat on the Grey Alliance Council. Rhian had had a minor freak-out over this revelation - the GAC, after all, was a gathering of all of the most important members of the whole Alliance - and Alice had laughed at her face. More importantly, she had found out that Alice’s favourite food was strawberry milkshakes, and immediately had an intense debate with her friend over whether or not milkshakes could actually be classified as a food. She found out that Alice had a tattoo of an ornate key on her lower back (“You should get a lock done, Rhian, then we could match!”), and that Alice knew almost all of the secret passageways within the GA Central building.

“We have to explore them,” Rhian had said suddenly, a picture of seriousness, when she was twelve.

“You’ve been saying that since we were nine,” Alice laughed.

“I’m serious.”

“You chicken out ever single time.”

“I won’t this time.”

“You’ll eat your words the next time we encounter a patrol,” Alice snorted.

“Do you want to bet on that?” Rhian challenged, eyes glowing with determination.

“Absolutely,” her friend smirked.

They dodged the patrols with practiced ease - or rather, Alice did, with Rhian stumbling along behind her, barely managing to keep silent. The first passage was behind the statue of Praetorian - the founder of the GA and a man apparently uncreative enough to steal a name from the Romans - in the corridor leading from the reception area. It was, according to Alice, the main passage, and the most expedient way to access the prohibited areas of Central. The second passageway was revealed to be behind a large tapestry of Elizabeth Hawthorne in the centre of the one wall of the GAC meeting hall that was free of balconies. Rhian had had a vague idea of who Elizabeth Hawthorne was at one point, but since she was terrible at history, she had long since forgotten what Elizabeth had actually done. It was apparently significant enough that the GA had at once been called the Hawthorne Alliance, but not so much that Rhian would actually remember what.

After that day, Rhian and Alice spent most of their free time exploring the Central building’s passageway and discovering new ones, to the point where Rhian, as well as Alice, knew them all as she did the back of her hand.

They were entirely unprepared for the one day, when the two of then were fifteen - and yes, Alice, if one’s fifteenth birthday was withing three weeks, that did indeed count them as a fifteen-year-old - for the encounter that awaited them as they stumbled out from behind the coat of arms belonging the now extinct Harrow family.

“Ordinarily,” mused a deep voice, one that was oh-so-familiar from so many speeches and broadcasts, “I’d consider the usage of restriced passages to enter areas that are out of bounds a criminal act, but I’ll make an exception for a pair of future Council members.”

Mark Grey himself stared down the two terrified girls.

“S-sir?” Alice choked, Rhian standing behind her, red-faced and sweating.

“I’ve made my selection,” Grey said. “As you know, the heads of division are usually members of the Grey clan, with the first-ranked trainee of that division becoming their second-in-command. Ordinarily, we’d wait until you were seventeen, or at least sixteen, but with the… unfortunate circumstances surrounding Markowitz and his deputy, we’re appointing you two early.”

“W- we’re just kids, sir,” Alice stammered. “We don’t want to d- disappoint you. Sir.”

For a second, Rhian wondered, fear seizing her heart, if Grey was going to reprimand Alice for questioning him, but the leader of the GA merely chuckled.

“Don’t worry, Kingsley, I’ve accounted for that. I’ve appointed an advisor to assist you in the running of Division Four until you turn old enough to do so independantly. Congratulations on your promotions to Head of Division Four, Kingsley, and you to Second, Vaughn.”

Rhian’s dad had cried at the news, and Trys had been indescribably jealous. Rhian had had to move out of her family’s flat, into a luxurious two-storey flat in the same corridor as Alice’s slightly larger one. As Rhian stood in the flat, she marvelled at the engineering prowess of whoever it was that had managed to build the quasi-city of Central into a hill that contained a buried castle and over seventy underground storeys of GA architecture, whilst still managing to conceal the entire thing’s existence from the general public.

For a while, life was perfect, as Rhian and Alice adjusted to running the Technology, Engineering and Research Division of the GA.

Then, of course, the whole idyllic illusion shattered.

Rhian and Alice had found a new passageway, which seemed to lead to Floor 74.

Nothing ever led to Floor 74.

Rhian went first, elbows pushed against the sides of the cramped passage, preventing her from slipping on her stomach down the steep downwards slope that the passage lay on.

The end of this passage seemed to be an observation window, looking into a dim room with stone walls, housing a single, solitary metal chair.

Alice shot her friend a look of confusion, to which Rhian replied with a minimal shrug of her shoulders, as much as she could without losing her support.

They were about to retreat up the passageway when a young woman - barely a woman, even, mostly a girl - entered, dragging with her a bedraggled and bloody man in cuffs, who she threw at the chair with a strength unsuited to her slight build as harsh interrogation lights snapped on. They knew who she was - Allana Julian, the 18-year-old prodigy who had recently recieved a promotion from second-in-command of Division Zero to its Head after her boss’ unfortunate demise, becoming the first non-Grey in over a century to command one of the Divisions.

Division Zero dealt mainly with external affairs and threats, but also with internal ones when the opportunity arose. Julian, renowned for her cold and calculated efficiency and efficacy, seemed like the perfect fit for the job.

With a start, Rhian realised that she recognised the man. His name was Wolfgang something, she knew - a coworker of his father’s after his transfer to Division Two after coming to Central.

Division Two specialised in data management and IT. As Wolfgang tried his best to right himself on the chair, Rhian remembered a conversation she’d had with her father one night, back in Wales.

“But someone in her office had let an important file get corrupted, and the blame fell on her head.”

Was this what had happened to her mother?

“Schliemann,” Julian’s voice said, the authority it carried not even slightly mitigated by its raspiness. “We know that someone in your office botched the report regarding that damn Underworld pub in Leeds. We know this, because a full success was reported, and yet our very own operatives took three of the damn renegade psychopaths into GA custody yesterday. So, how is it that the report claims that all the patrons, who we have spent months building profiles on, were confirmed dead?”

Wolfgang spat blood as Julian’s fist collided with his face and he collapsed to the floor.

“It wasn’t me! Vaughn filed the report!”

As Julian’s cold, calculating eyes studied the man, Rhian’s blood ran cold. She barely felt Alice’s hand on her shoulder.

“Vaughn will be punished accordingly for filing incorrect information, rest assured. Congratulations on signing your friend’s death warrant, Schliemann, but it won’t save you. We have all the information. I just want to know your reason for writing it as you did.”

The desparation in Wolfgang’s eyes was swiftly replaced by terror.

“Please…”

“Hm?”

“Please don’t kill me.”

In an instant, Julian’s calm and collected persona vanished, and was replaced by something else.

Something angry, and terrifying.

“Answer,” she screamed, delivering a forceful kick to Wolfgang’s ribs, prompting more blood to escape from between the man’s lips, “the god-damn question, you pathetic maggot!”

“I-” Wolfgang wheezed. “I felt sorry- If Hernandez reported another failure, they were gonna- get axed.”

“Hernandez,” Julian said, and the calmness returned as abruptly as it had vanished. “Of course.”

She reached out an arm to help Wolfgang up, and he took it.

Julian pulled the man up, and spun him around, so that he was facing away from her, legs splayed, being supported completely by Julian.

“Thank you, Schilemann,” she whispered into his ear, so quietly that Rhian had to read her lips.

She snapped Wolfgang’s neck like it was nothing.

The lights dimmed as Julian walked out, with guards entering to clear Wolfgang’s body away.

“Jesus,” Rhian gasped, sobs choking her, and Alice looped an arm around her chest, hugging her as best she could without losing purchase. “Liss, she’s coming for my dad. She’s gonna kill my dad for- for something that wasn’t his fault!”

“I-” Alice lapsed into slience.

“I’m gonna get him out,” Rhian said.

“No,” Alice whispered. “They’ll kill you, too, if you betray them.”

“It wasn’t even his fault! Is this what happens to everyone who messes up?”

“I don’t know,” Alice whispered. “I don’t know, Rhian.”

“I’m gonna help my dad escape,” Rhian said. “The GA aren’t gonna kill him for something he didn’t do!”

“Rhian,” Alice said, softly, barely speaking. “I’ll do it with you.”

There was obviously going to be CCTV operational in all areas of the Central building, with no exceptions made for privacy reasons, save perhaps in the cases of the highest-ranking members of the GA.

They would surely be caught.

No.

There was no CCTV in the passages.

This was a hypothesis they’d confirmed a while ago, simply out of idle curiosity. The structure of the passges simply didn’t allow hidden CCTV to be installed, and, given that they had seemingly been constructed for GA business that was not to go on record, it made sense that they weren’t being surveilled.

The GA also did not record audio, presumably for the reason that it was stupidly inconvenient to go through, and as such the expenditure wasn’t justified.

And there were indeed gaps between each floor for pipes, wiring, and the occasional unofficial GA search of each floor.

In an instant, the two girls had set off to enact their plan.

“Don’t react, Dad!”

“Rhian?” Her father clearly had not expected his daughter’s voice to echo from the ceiling.

“Did you react?”

“Not visibly,” he said, and the wryness in his voice was so, so unbefitting of the sitiation.

“You need to leave. Grab Trys and leave the GA, forever.”

In an instant, her father’s voice grew more guarded. “What’s going on?”

“Wolfgang had you file an false report,” she said, barely able to contain her hysteric sobs. “Julian’s gonna kill you, dad.”

Her father swore loudly, and called into the kitchen. “Trys, leave your phone, grab your jacket, and get ready to fucking run.”

“Dad- what?” Rhian’s younger brother’s voice was high and confused, and she curled her sweaty, shakint palms into fists.

“Rhi, get out of there now and create an alibi. Give them no reason to suspect you.”

“Yes, dad,” Rhian choked. “Take Exit 7B, that’s got rookie guards stationed.”

“Your friends.”

“Please try not to hurt them.”

“Go, Rhian!”

Alice and Rhian stumbled out of the Praetorian statue kissing passionately.

The tunnels they’d spent so much time exploring made for such a sentimental date venue, after all.

A natural talent that Rhian posessed, perhaps fortunately, perhaps not, was the ability to lie like it was second nature to her. Perhaps it was her simple, straightforward demeanour, perhaps her unassuming appearance that pushed people to trust her, but regardless, Rhian could say that she was secretly the Queen and still sound just as sincere as normal. One might even have half a mind to believe her.

Rhian herself, though, strove to be an honest person.

She practiced no honesty when Julian pulled her into her office for an interrogation.

Rhian looked the would-be killer of her father in the eye and pretended like the betrayal of her father had stung her and that his disloyalty weighed on her heart.

Rhian may have been a good liar, a fantastic one, but she was fairly certain she had just been very luck that Allana Julian had chosen to believe her.

“I feel like I’m going mad,” Rhian whispered into Alice’s shoulder at night. “I’m going madder than Ophelia.”

“You’re not mad, Rhian,” Alice mumbles into her hair. “You’re just too decent a person for this place. That’s all.”

“No. I’m desperate, I think. I want to forget the truth. That’s what’s driving me mad.”

“You’re fifteen, Rhi. It’s gonna be okay when you get older.”

When Rhian was sixteen, she stood before the GAC and publically renounced her family and their actions, in a Southern English accent that wasn’t her own, hiding another connection to her Welsh family. It wasn’t Rhian Vaughn who left that room - the Vaughns were traitors now, after all. She’d chosen a new name, a name befitting of an upstanding member of the GAC. Division Zero agents had been assigned to get them, and there had been posters and a broadcast made.

Slowly, the girl who’d given up the right, she knew, to call herself Rhian Vaughn, got used to the sick feeling that haunted her.

The next time she entered the passages, it was for her real first date with Alice.

Life continued on, and the two of them managed Division Four with the expected efficiency, working on their own projects beside their management roles as the GA expected of such high-ranking individuals.

The plain, dark-brown hair characteristic of the Vaughn family was dyed a navy blue colour for no other reason that she liked the colour.

At nineteen, Mark Grey approached her with an assignment. Kite Jansen, a problematic case with deserters for parents and no regard for who she hurt other than her sister, was being transferred to central, as she was proving too much of a handful for the American branch to handle.

“Their incompetence will not go unaddressed,” Mark said, waving a hand, “but we need a solution on the interim. I’ve assigned her and her sister to a team, and I want you to lead it, and keep her in check.”

“Me? But I’m-”

“Your duties in Division Four - where you’ve performed admirably, mind - will be reduced, and you will be offered protection in the field. However, since you and Jansen come from similar sitiations, I thought you would be tbe ideal candidate to keep an eye on her and mitigate her rebellious actions. Understand, though, thar I’m entrusting you with this task because I trust you, not because I’m dissatisfied. I consider you one of my most competent subordinates, despite your circumstances.”

“I’m honoured, sir.”

Mark Grey gave her a smile, and she immediately shoved down the instinct that she was doing something wrong, instead pushing open the door to meet her new team.

Inside the room sat three women - or rather, two women and a girl. The girl - Kite Jansen’s sister, she assumed, looked nervous, blue eyes focused on the floor, and her hair falling over her face. One of the women was Luca Horváth, a transfer from Hungary, who had been brought to Central after the GA had recognised her skills as a fighter and an instructor. She looked none too happy at her new assignment.

Finally, Kite Jansen sat confidently at the table legs crossed and arms behind her head. She was one of those people who stood out just by existing, and the gaze that looked over the somewhat awkward figure in the doorway was critical and somewhat unimpressed.

“Who’re you?” she drawled, with a thick Brooklyn accent.

“I’m your new team leader,” the former Rhian Vaughn offered with a wan smile. “My name is Ophelia Harrow.”

#ezzie writes #ezzie's ocs #ophelia #alice #allana #mark grey #ophelia's dad #trystan #tumblr let me add a read more challenge #surprisingly max doesn't feature in this despite being alice's brother #i mean yea he canonically never met rhian which is why he doesn't make the connection between his sister's gf and his new team leader #but still #you'd think alice would mention him at least #allana is a bag of dicks and i hate her #i mean i love writing her and watching her be a ginormous op fuckwad but i hate her #mark grey is also a child-abusing manipulative authoritarian shitheel #the reason he trusts ophelia so much is bc she's about as assertive as a paper bag and he equates this with being an excellent subordinate #mark has his moments #of utter stupidity #see mark this is why allana can play you like a fiddle #it's bc you're a terrible judge of character #mark: i sure do trust my trusted subordinates ophelia and allana who are trustworthy #everyone: how can our collective biggest problem be this dumb #ophelia meanwhile has no idea that her severe lack of a spine pretty much qualifies as a severe medical issue at this point #the coward :)#ophelia: i helped my dad escape the ga #alice: babe you cried at him through a ceiling #ophelia: i helped him escape #trys is neglected by me a lot #lia has a welsh accent but fakes a southern english one to blend in; what a perfect metaphor for the uk in general lol

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Dusk Till Dawn (Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader) PART 9

https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/186880923544/dusk-till-dawn-shinsou-hitoshi-x-reader-part-8

Summary: Your hopes are dashed when Mad Dog and Tornado find where you and Shinsou are hiding...

Taglist: @fandom-hoe101 @greenliquidcacti @shadow-wolf2 @rxbyrxn @golden-eter

I made these villains, they’re all OC’s made specifically for this series but they may or may not show up in other fanfics if I’m feeling particularly uncreative hehe.

I am truly sorry but... I can’t write fight scenes for shit... ^^;

Warnings: Some graphic violence, gore and sexual situations.

Featuring: Our Purple Boi!! <3

Chapter 9: Found

Meanwhile…

Everything went black as you opened your eyes and found yourself in UA once again, a rush of emotions filling your chest as your breathing sped up. Even if it’s just been a week you had no idea how much you missed your school, and the people in it…

God you hoped they were okay.

Quickly you made your way inside, and you gasped when you stopped to see All-Might and Vlad King standing in front of Bakugo for some reason, and the explosive blonde didn’t look happy at all when the adults started to scold him.

“Have you any idea what kind of danger you were going to put yourself in?”

“You’re lucky we caught these men before they could take anyone else.”

“Did you see the video?!”

“Of course we did.”

“We already alerted the pro-heroes in Hokkaido.”

“They’re not moving fast enough!”

“I understand your concerns Young Bakugo…”

The voices sounded like screams that made you wince as you also saw a worried and somewhat frantic looking Izuku among Uraraka, Iida and Todoroki. If what you heard was true, then that means they saw your video and they got the message.

They were all still here, you could see all of your friends. They were all okay…

All-Might said that they caught the men. Your friends were safe.

They looked so sad though, so worried. Even Bakugo looked like he was sad but his anger served to mask all of that. You didn’t know why he was being scolded, but you could still tell that he was upset, and so was Izuku for that matter.

At least they were safe and still all together…

You missed them so much…

Your eyes snapped wide open the second you blinked for just a moment, a small gasp leaving your mouth as you were back to the room with Shinsou, the fire still going as the two of you stood in front of it.

“What happened?” He asked you with a concerned voice.

“I saw… I saw everyone… All-Might and… 1-A… they’re all okay… All-Might said that… they caught men so… they got my message.” You managed to say once you recollected everything you just saw, but you regretted not being to talk to anyone this time. But you didn’t have any technology to help you with that right now.

And you couldn’t help but tear up a bit when you saw your Izuku and Bakugo after a week of being away from them. “I think… I think we might be… okay… I heard Vlad King say that… they called pro-heroes here.” Through your emotions, you could sigh in relief at the newfound hope easing your stiff shoulders.

This seemed to also relax Shinsou as he also gave a silent, relieved sigh when he thought that the two of you might just be rescued. You and him could finally go back home, alive…

“Good… you did good…” He made sure to praise you, even giving you a small smile as you blushed warmly and grinned happily at him, taking his hand in yours. “We did good… don’t sell yourself short. We made it this far because you managed to carry my ass…” Snickering you didn’t see how much he started blushing when he felt your familiar fingers in his hand.

He liked how your hand felt in his.

“R-Right… we did do good… how’s your hand?” However, he remembered that one of your hands was still hurt and the hand you were using to hold his was the same one. “It’s itching a bit…” You suddenly said somewhat reluctantly, which kind of alarmed Shinsou.

“That’s not good… we need to stay here then a little while, you need to keep a glove on and keep it as warm as possible.” He carefully took your hand to check it out for himself, and he was right. The skin had turned bright red and your fingers and palm had started swelling up which was almost somewhat hard to look at. He knew that it wasn’t exactly frost-bite but it was frost-nip and it was still something you would have to keep under wraps.

“O-Okay… but let me… just hold your hand for a little while longer… please?” You didn’t mean to sound so childish or needy, but you really couldn’t help it. Just thinking that you might have gotten some kind of frost-bite was scaring you, and Shinsou’s presence just comforted you. He made you feel like you were going to be okay, and safe.

At first, he was somewhat taken aback by how you were pleading with him, but he wouldn’t turn you down, not after everything you’ve done for him. Especially when he thought about last night where he pleaded for you to stay with him. The memory made his face turn warm as he looked at you with flushed cheeks. “Yes.” He replied to you softly as he held your hand, and placed his other hand on top of yours just to make it warmer.

You couldn’t help but smile and blush even more, “Cold hands…” Giggling a bit, Shinsou scoffed with a playful eye-roll and smile. Before he suddenly heard noises coming from outside, and a voice neither of you wanted to hear…

“IN HERE BOYS!!”

Mad Dog…

Yours and Shinsou’s eyes widened and the color from your faces drained as you both hesitated to look out the window. You saw figures moving in the distance, they might not have seen you but you knew that they knew that the two of you were hiding in here.

“Oh God…”

Automatically your body began to tremble as you looked at Shinsou, terrified as tears pricked in your eyes and already started to drip down your cheeks as you started to hyperventilate when the anxiety surged through your veins. “H-Hitoshi… t-they’re here oh my God…” You hated how pathetic you sounded, but all that hope you had of feeling safe with Shinsou was about to be taken away from you both right now. All of it…

“I know…”

Shinsou was scared, he might not have shown it but he was very scared right now and thinking that was just yours and his luck especially when things were looking good. Still, he didn’t want you to panic as he gave you a ski-pole to take and quickly opened the window in the room. They were going to search every room in this place and he knew it, so you both had to leave right now…

“W-What are you?” You didn’t know what he was planning but you were starting to get an idea as the two of you gasped when the cold wind hit you both.

“We have to leave, now.” He said to you somewhat firmly as you nodded and quickly you moved yourself out the window and helped Shinsou crawl out, but he made sure to close it as soon as you were both out.

“On my back.” He didn’t have to tell you twice as you were fast to get on his back and he held onto you tightly and started to run and get away from the cabin as quickly as he could as soon as he heard the sounds of footsteps in the halls. You clung to him as he carried you and held onto the ski-pole tightly, praying that those bastards wouldn’t find you both.

No way…

The two of you couldn’t be captured after everything you’ve been through…

“THEY GOT OUT!! THIS WAY BOYS!”

Mad Dog’s looming calls didn’t stop Shinsou. He didn’t let him or the weather stop him, no matter how much the harsh winds were trying to sneak in through his new suit and no matter how much his fatigued body was telling him to stop, he kept moving and wasn’t going to let you go. He wasn’t going to let you get captured.

Neither of you were sure how far you had gotten or where you were really going as you just had to get away and hide from the brutes. Their shouting was getting louder as you both heard loud footsteps coming closer.

That made you both jump a bit in horror as Shinsou hesitated for a moment and just decided to keep running, maybe find a place to hide if possible.

“We’re going to have to hide somewhere.” He said as he kept running, “B-But Hitoshi…” You didn’t want to take the risk, but you knew that Shinsou couldn’t keep running forever.

“WE’RE GAININ’ ON EM BOYS!!”

“Shit!”

Shinsou cursed under his breath when Mad Dog’s voice was getting closer, as were the loud whoops coming from the other men as he didn’t dare turn his back to see if they were close in sight. You did though, and your pupils dilated when you thought you saw their figures just shuffling about through the thickening snow.

“No…”

You shuddered and felt the terror inviting itself in as you swore you couldn’t breath as your heartbeat raced so loudly that Shinsou swore he could hear it and feel it. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let you get captured again.

So, he ceased his running as soon as he spotted some large trees and he put you down, “These are large enough for you to hide in. Get in, right now.” When you weren’t moving, he kind of forced you to hide amidst the trunks as you gasped when you were roughly pushed in. “Come on…!” You didn’t know why he didn’t get in with you, and Shinsou shook his head as he took a step back.

“Hitoshi no, no don’t you can’t…! Please… please just… hide with me… please…” The tears instantly started to fall as soon as you realized what he was going to do. “You have to keep living (Y/N)… I can’t let you die…” He sadly repeated what you had told him earlier as he gave you a forlorn little smile, and a high-pitched cry hitched in your breath.

“Hitoshi no… please… don’t… don’t go please… please, please don’t… don’t leave me pleeeease…” You reached out for him when he moved away, and he whispered something quietly to you as he suddenly took off started to head towards where the men were, “HITOSHI NO! NO!!”

Shinsou reluctantly ran away from you, forcing back his own tears when he thought he was going to die, and when he thought he was going to die away from you. Was that the right thing to do? He didn’t even know anymore, but he didn’t want you to die…

Even if it meant the death of him.

He was sure all of his logic had left him as his body stopped and trembled the second he was greeted by the unpleasantly familiar faces of Mad Dog and Tornado, and at least 6 other larger men at their side, each of them snickering and carrying batons that they planned to beat you and him with.

“Where’s the girl?” Mad Dog asked suspiciously when he saw that Shinsou was all alone.

“I left her to die.” He quickly lied, hating how that sounded and starting to wonder if he did that. How were you going to survive without him? Oh God… he never should have left you, he realized this as his eyes started to widen with horror…

However, Tornado wasn’t convinced at all and saw right through this bluff. “Lies.” The unfazed man remarked as the brute next to him started to snarl, and then he sniffed the air a little bit when Tornado eased up on the winds.

“Go get her…” Mad Dog suddenly commanded his men as two of them instantly ran past Shinsou to go and find wherever you were. The teenager turned his head with wide, frantic eyes as he tried to go and stop them but a large hand suddenly grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back and Shinsou couldn’t stop himself from screaming in pain.

For extra measure Mad Dog grabbed his hair and pushed him down to the cold, hardened snow beneath them. And Shinsou perked up when he heard screaming, but it wasn’t from you…

The second the men came close to you, you struck the pole right through the first man’s eyes and he screamed loudly in agony and foolishly clutched at his bleeding eye. This allowed the other man to pull you out of hiding though, and even when you tried to kick and scream, he was larger than you and picked you up to carry you to Mad Dog.

“LET ME GO! LET ME GO YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!”

You thrashed about and shouted as loud as you could, a wishful hope that someone, anyone could hear you right now. The only relief you got was that you saw Shinsou, but Mad Dog had him pinned to the ground.

“There ya are! Happy reunion…” The wolfish man grinned as the man held your wrists and pushed you to the ground. Mad Dog looked a mix of pleased and angry as he pushed Shinsou’s cheek further into the frozen ice.

“You’ve both been a pain in my ass… killed my buddies… Lothario I didn’t give a shit about… or Bozo for that matter but he at least knew how to get shit done… Boss was pissed though… he gave me one more chance… and now I’m gonna go back a happy man…” Mad Dog explained, sneering down at both you and Shinsou as you grunted a little bit in a poor attempt to get out of the man’s hold.

“I can’t wait to see what he’s gonna do to the two of you this time… but I REALLY can’t wait to hear what he’s going to want ME to do to the two of you…” He laughed darkly when he imagined just what kind of punishments were going to befall the two of you as tears streamed down your face when you looked at Shinsou one last time…

Shinsou kept his eyes on you the whole time, ignoring the bitterness stinging his face as he tried to give you a gentle glance to silently tell you ‘It’s okay, you’re going to be okay’. But he gasped a bit when he the sounds of rustling in the trees.

You heard it too, and you turned your head to see where the noise was coming from and you saw a figure, clad in black and moving fast, much too fast for Mad Dog and Tornado to see.

“Fucking pro-hero!” The half-man instantly noted, and prepared to strike as he drew a gun from his coat. Tornado’s eyes narrowed as he held his hand out to make the winds roar and blow them away but he grunted when he realized that his quirk wasn’t working…

“My Quirk…”

The man’s stoic demeanor cracked as he gasped in horror as his blue eyes caught the gaze of incandescent red eyes. Immediately, he was fighting against and he didn’t hesitate to take off running off back where he had came from.

“Where are ya goin’?! Fight back!” Mad Dog urged him and gasped as soon as several other pro-heroes appeared out of hiding, and all he could see and hear before him were his men being beaten and punched by the onslaught of various quirks. He didn’t realize that by moving, you and Shinsou were freed as the man dropped you once he was attacked. The two of you quickly ran towards each other, but Mad Dog wasn’t going to have it as he swiftly moved and slid right in front of you.

“OH NO BOY! You and this little bitch aren’t going anywhere!” The brute exclaimed, holding gun right before the shocked, wide-eyed teenager. Everything went silent for a minute, and Shinsou swore that death might just take him this time when the familiar, still silence filled his ears yet again. He saw you screaming but your voice didn’t leave your throat, and all he could look at was the weapon in front of him.

He closed his eyes, opening them wide when a muffled thud became apparent and Mad Dog was no longer in front of him. Turning his head, he saw the wolfish man being tackled in the snow by by no one other than his hero...

Eraserhead...

Your eyes were wide with shock and awe but you didn’t hesitate to run over to Shinsou, hugging him close as he instinctively put his arms around you. And the two of you couldn’t help but watch the scene unfold before you as you held each other.

The other villains didn’t stand a chance now that Eraserhead and the other pro-heroes were here, they fought but the pro-heroes didn’t let them go and once they stunned them, they tied them up and roughly pushed them to the ground. You and Shinsou didn’t move from your spots despite the chaos, and neither of you heard or saw Present Mic suddenly arrive in front of you and put his hands on your shoulder.

“(L/N)? (L/N)! It’s me! It’s okay now! It’s okay... I’m here... we’re here... you guys are safe...’” He saw that you were in a daze, but it concerned him as he kept calling your name and speaking to you and the other teenager. His voice softening when he analyzed some of the bruises and scars that you and Shinsou had, “Mr. Yamada?” You finally said once your vision cleared up and you saw your worried teacher in front of you as he nodded slowly.

“Fight back you cowards!”

Grunts and screams echoed in the once quiet, snow-covered forest as you just stood by Shinsou’s side, the two of you almost unable to comprehend all of the fighting and sounds of punches and shouting as you both remained quiet as the impacting sounds dulled in both your ears. Present Mic was standing with the two of you to make sure no other villain tried to get close to you and Shinsou.

He could tell you were both confused and likely disoriented from the weather and he correctly assumed that you and Shinsou must have gone into some kind of shock because you were both just holding your tongue and watching the pro-heroes take down the villains that tried to recapture you both.

It didn’t take long for Mad Dog to go down once Eraserhead successfully pinned him down and tied him up, but not without delivering savage and harsh punches to his face and his stomach. You had never seen him look so furious, he was as tranquil as ever but his eyes were so fiery and fierce it intimidated you and Shinsou. And it almost shocked you when he finally came to the two of you, .

“Shinsou. (L/N). Are you both all right?”

The fire in his eyes had settled as his expression became gentle yet again, his voice almost kind and as gentle as the snow that started to fall around the three of you.

You and Shinsou remained silent for a moment, before the two of you nodded quickly once you both realized that you were rescued. Aizawa was here, Yamada was here, the pro-heroes were here. The two of you would be… out of here…

It was all too much for you to bear, you didn’t realize that you were crying as you let out a sob and you couldn’t help but throw yourself into the underground heroes’ chest, clinging to him as you wept in relief as his arms slowly came around you so he could comfort you.

“Mr. Aizawa… M-Mr. Yamada… it’s… t-thank God… oh my God… Thank God for you… Thank God for both of you…” Your voice cracked as you kept on thanking your teachers over and over again, unable to say anything else as the two men gently shushed you. Shinsou let out a shaky breath, hating how his own eyes started to fill with tears as he stubbornly wiped them away, he refused to cry…

No matter how much he wanted to. And no matter how relieved he was that you and him looked like you were finally being rescued. He actually pinched himself just to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming and he cringed when the pain was real, he wasn’t asleep. Even when he closed his eyes and opened them, he just saw you with Aizawa and Present Mic, and he gasped in slight shock at the reality before him. Small tears streaming down his cheeks as he covered his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears.

His gasp alarmed you, and your first instinct was to go over to your friend and engulf him in a hug when you saw him crying. “Hitoshi… Hitoshi…” Shinsou almost hated how fast he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as he buried his face into your shoulder. “Are… are we really…?” He asked you quietly, his voice cracking as he wanted to believe that this was real. That you were really being rescued, both of you.

“Y-Yeah… yeah I think so…” You couldn’t help but let out a small, mirthful laugh in between soft cries as Shinsou snickered and laughed along with you, before he quietly cried with you. As the two of you hugged, you were both comforted when you felt warm hands from welcome fingers as Present Mic and Aizawa consoled you and Shinsou respectively and rubbed both of your shoulders.

“It’s okay. You’re both okay now…”

2 DAYS LATER AT UA…

Knowing that the pro-heroes were going to rescue you and Shinsou somehow did little to comfort Izuku and his friends, including Bakugou. The two of them had no idea how long it would be, or if you would even be okay.

“Dammit! Dammit…!!” Bakugou was especially frustrated after he was stopped by All-Might and Vlad-King from trying to go find you. Even though deep down, he knew it was a suicide mission given the fact that you were somewhere in the godforsaken mountains in fucking Hokkaido. Maybe he was just that desperate to try and rescue you. It didn’t matter that you and him grew apart over the years, maybe he would change that.

“Goddamn it (Y/N)…” He clenched his fists just from saying your name as he marched out of the building to go and take his frustrations out on the Beta Training Ground, not noticing the concerned Kirishima following him just to keep an eye on him.

Bakugou didn’t realize how much he cared after you just disappeared like that, and to be taken away from a bunch of shitty villains. He wanted to kill them, all of them for daring to take you like that. God he just hoped that you would get back home already, he wanted them to hurry up. But he didn’t know if he would be able to bear it if something happened to you…

Neither him or Izuku would. The green-haired boy was handling it somewhat better, he had faith in Aizawa and the other pro-heroes, but he was still extremely scared and worried about you. You and Shinsou. He didn’t want to imagine what kind of horrible things were happening to you and him, and he felt so useless because this time he really couldn’t do anything about it…

He would if he could though. He would do anything he could to save you and Shinsou from that place and those villains. It made him angry, but it also made him anxious. Hope was a fickle friend that wasn’t kind to him, even if he knew the pro-heroes would do their jobs, at the same time, it was different when it was a friend he was praying for.

Maybe he should have helped Bakugou go to find you, even if it meant breaking the rules all over again. He just wanted you back home and safe…

OUTSIDE UA…

After being recovered by Aizawa and Present Mic, the teachers didn’t hesitate to take you both to a hospital to give you and Shinsou to get check-ups and take care of any injuries. Shinsou was given medication to take care of his cold and ointment for all the scars and bruises he had on his body, including some he didn’t know had gotten infected. Speaking of infections, while you were thankfully given an elastic bandage to compress your sprained ankle and you were so relieved to finally have a pair of crutches to walk on.

Of course, it felt nice to be carried by Shinsou during the time too...

Still, the two of you were more than thankful to be finally given everything your malnourished and exhausted bodies desperately needed, including more food and water so that way the two of you were no longer starving and thirsty. After being released from the hospital and having your wounds taken care of and your bodies cleaned off of all the grime and melted snow, the teachers allowed you and Shinsou to finally get a new pair of clothes, and especially underwear so the two of you could take you back home.

There was no more cold weather and the two of you could finally wear comfortable and casual clothes as you both took a huge breath of relief at the simple yet pleasant feeling of loose clothes as the bright sun shined down on the two of you before you got into the limo after leaving Hokkaido via boat.

But the limo-ride back to UA was awkward and silent as neither Aizawa or Present Mic spoke to you and Shinsou, as the two adults were partially aware of the shock the two of you were in so they held their tongues to avoid triggering you and him. However, you and Shinsou both didn’t particularly enjoy it since silence, in the mountains indicated loneliness and it was something neither of you would have been able to handle.

All that comforted the two of you was the fact that you were both still together, and with two of your trusted teachers, going back home after at least a week. “So… do I still have homework…?” The silence was killing you so you had to ask a question just to break it, and you almost teared up when Present Mic burst into laughter.

Someone else’s voice…

You had gotten used to just hearing Shinsou’s voice, but it was so nice to also hear someone else’s voice. It let you know that now the two of you weren’t the only ones left. “Probably! The teachers are a bit brutal ya know? But you two have been through a lot! Maybe they’ll go easy on ya~. What do you say Eraser?” Present Mic asked his friend, almost giving him puppy-dog eyes that made you snicker a bit and you couldn’t help but think fondly of the time you had done the exact same thing to Shinsou not long ago in the snow…

Aizawa might not have been the most lenient man in the world, but after what his protégé had been through, he thought that some period of recovery would be appropriate and reasonable so that way Shinsou could physically and mentally recuperate from this entire ordeal. And he thought the exact same for you too, had it not been for your message he didn’t think finding you and Shinsou would have been as easy.

“Shinsou and (L/N) will be given a recovery period. It’s necessary for the two of them to regain their strength after the conditions Koru had put them under.” He came to that decision and would definitely speak to yours and Shinsou’s teachers about giving you this time to recover for your physical and mental health. And you and Shinsou couldn’t help but perk up and smile a little bit, both of you turned to glance at each other…

But the smiles slowly started to fall as you both couldn’t help but turn away a little bit, a pink blush dusting your cheeks as neither of you could muster up anything to say to each other. Aizawa looked at the two of you with a thoughtful look, but then Present Mic nudged him with a playful smirk. His friend could only roll his eyes at what the blonde was insinuating.

He was positive that things were awkward between you and Shinsou simply because the two of you were forced to rely on each other in those harsh elements, but Present Mic sensed a little something more between you and Shinsou. “I think something beautiful might have blossomed even in all of that snow~.” He had quietly whispered to Aizawa, which just annoyed him because Mic was acting like some sort of gossiping schoolboy. The man could only sigh and shake his head at his friend’s immaturity.

It was all survival, the romance you both had was likely in the heat of the moment. That Aizawa was pretty sure of, he knew Shinsou well, the boy was just as logical as he was. Of course, the boy was still young and you were young too, so that might also have had something to do with whatever happened to you both when you were together just surviving the harsh weather and being hunted.

Still, it was all for the sake of survival...

Right?

He was sure, but Shinsou wasn’t...

1 HOUR LATER

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2h0r25mKglU)

It was the most awkward and quiet moment in your life as you, Shinsou and your teachers had made it to the front of the school. You couldn’t have been more thankful to get out of it. You wanted to talk to Shinsou, but for some reason it was like the two of you forgot how to speak to each other, and you hated it. Only there was nothing you both could do, even if you wanted to…

As soon as the car stopped, you and Shinsou both somewhat awkwardly stepped out, sensitive and bruised knees nearly giving out just because it felt like you both went into shock all over again just from being back. Once you got out you had to use your crutches to walk yourself out and you took a moment to take in the pleasant weather. The cool breeze and the warmth of the sun felt so inviting and yet you felt oddly still when you took in the familiar school buildings in front of you. It was like readjusting to everything you once knew because of everything you and your friend were forced to endure and it felt so bizarre that it nearly made you lose your train of thought.

But your heart nearly stopped the second you walked towards Heights Alliance and saw the building after at least a week. This was real, you weren’t using your quirk this time. It was right here in front of you as you glanced at Shinsou, sharing a stare as he gave you a small nod to confirm to you that this was all real. That you and him were both finally here…

And yet, you couldn’t help but start to tremble ever so slightly to be back in the fair weather. You hated to say that you almost got used to the cold and having to look over your shoulder constantly, but there weren’t any villains here, no one was going to hurt you here.

“(Y/N).” Shinsou called you and gestured you to look at the doors moving, and almost all of 1-A had quickly rushed out to see if what Iida had told them was true. They saw the car from the window, and their class representative claimed that it was you and Shinsou, so they didn’t hesitate to come out fast. When they arrived outside, everything was quiet as neither of them dared to move as if to make sure that this wasn’t an illusion.

You gulped hard as you met several familiar eyes. There was Iida, Todoroki, Aoyama, Uraraka, Tsuyu, Yaoyorozu, Shouji, Satou, Jirou, Kouda, Tokoyami. Multicolored eyes full of shock and awe as they all fell directly on you and Shinsou.

You had never seen them all look so calm and yet so shocked as they just stared at you; it was making you feel a little self-conscoius since you knew you looked like a mess with your (H/C) hair extremely disheveled and remaining bruises and scars on your neck, cheek and shoulders. And still, you felt extremely nervous yet relieved that your friends were all here and that this couldn’t be just a dream you had yet to wake up from.

You wanted to say ‘hi’, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. And you started to wonder where Bakugou was. He might have been a jerk but you knew deep down he did have some care for his friends, and old friends like you and Izuku…

Izuku…

The second you saw the door open your heart started to race when your eyes met Izuku’s green eyes. His whole world shook when he finally saw you after a week, after you got taken.

Everything suddenly went still as you steadied your breathing and didn’t tear away from your childhood friend’s gaze. As he calmly walked over to you, you swore you could see his eyes watering. His lip quivering ever so slightly as you inhaled shakily as your own eyes started tearing up.

No words were spoken as the two of you stood in front of each other, hearing nothing but the sound of yours and his labored breathing and looked into each other’s eyes. As if wanting to see and make sure that this wasn’t a figment of yours or his imagination. It felt too real to be fake, this was your Izuku and he knew that it was you.

It was really you.

With a soft gasp, you both rushed towards each other and you suddenly threw your arms around Izuku’s neck as his arms quickly and instinctively encased around your body into the tightest hug you had ever felt from him. His tears fell into your shirt but he didn’t dare let you go as he held you protectively, almost lovingly as you sobbed and clung to your beloved friend for dear life. There was no way for you to hold back your river of tears as you nuzzled into his neck, seeking comfort in his arms. Izuku sniffled and let out a quiet sob as his arms tightened around you, his soft hands gently rubbing your back to soothe you. Your stomach was heavy with emotions, but Izuku’s embrace allowed you to sink into his warmth as you finally felt safe after the hell you and Shinsou just escaped from.

Shinsou could do nothing but watch as you hugged Izuku, an uncomfortable feeling stirring in his stomach as he swallowed hard and held back the tears threatening to fall when seeing everybody here and you with your friends had reminded him of the truth.

You were both here. You were both alive, and you were both going to be okay.

But was everything really going to be the same now after everything?

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someone-elses-star · 5 years ago

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The 100 6x13: The Blood of Sanctum Personal Narrative

The finale is here, people! Are you jazzed?! ME TOO! I’m also so grateful that we know that next season will be the last. For me, that means that it was known far enough ahead of time for the writers to give us a good conclusion to the series we all love.

LET’S GET THIS SHIT STARTED!

Wow. No introduction? That hurts. I love hearing Eliza’s beautiful accent!

Seeing Abby die again hurts.

Well....you’re half right Indra.

Clarke is such a good actress.

Indra loves her daughter so much.

Hmmm....another planet. Interesting.

Oh. Poor Clarke having to hurt her baby.

Planet Beta and Gamma and Delta and Epsilon. Wow. Someone was really horribly uncreative in naming.

Opes. Clarke is breaking. We know she is eventually going to, but what will be the breaking point?

Eliza is an amazing actress. I mean....damn....she deserves all the awards for this season.

I like how Shannon’s name is still there and we haven’t seen him in...what...three episodes? Four?

Ope. They’re surrounded.

And now they have gas thrown in. Great.

Poor Bellamy has been gagged so much this season. Poor baby.

Wow. That was a quick death.

Don’t you dare kill Miller!

Blood of Sanctum? Really? It’s a drink? Is it actual blood?

Murphy and Emori playing parts. Love it!

Murphy. Being kissed by a man who loves who he’s supposed to be....that was awesome!

I seriously love the pretty planet on the skyline. Too bad we can’t enjoy it more with all the chaos.

COMMERCIAL BREAK #1 THOUGHTS: Not too many thoughts yet, honestly. Love seeing Murphy kissed by a dude though. Kinda hot. Definitely his reaction is going to get them found out rather soon.

Oh. Poor Clarke’s last hope that her mother was still alive.

And now they know. That’s a good reason to break.

Seriously no pity for Russell.

Raven in her element is awesome!

Back story about the evil heda. And Indra was alive during his rule? Damn.

A kill code?

Love that he is making them choose between Madi and the Flame.

With pleasure. Love this Raven

Damn. So close!

Love.

No. She’s lying. That’s not Abby. She’s faking it. Don’t fall for it Clarke!

Good Clarke. Question everything!

And Simone floats. Goodbye Abby’s body.

COMMERCIAL BREAK #2 THOUGHTS: Russell is truly alone now. And, honestly, not even feeling sorry for him. He lied and murdered just so that he and his family could live. Then he tried to kill Clarke so that his daughter could skip the line and be reborn. Then he killed Abby to bring back his wife when the truth was revealed to some of his followers. No pity. Does that make me heartless?

Now Russell knows Madi isn’t really Madi right now.

Is Madi really gone? Is the evil heda going to be used to trick her?

Or are our theories correct and Clarke is going to bring her back by threatening to kill herself?

And there is Jordan! Finally! He’s just....delusional. Love it.

Because they’re brainwashed Bellamy.

Oh....and Octavia bringing understanding to the group.

Come on Murphy. Be a little better at being a hero.

Octavia! And Bellamy! Blake’s reunited!

And once Bellamy is in. Everyone follows.

“At least lie to me!” Lol Murphy.

“Being a god should be more fun than this.” Murphy always has the best lines. Lol

COMMERCIAL BREAK #3 THOUGHTS: So happy about the Blake’s being reunited and teaming up. That “side by side” line killed me! I loved it so much! I can’t believe we are already halfway through! A lot has happened, but still not enough. I know they said we would be left at a sort of cliffhanger at the end of this season, but damn. I need more conclusion and answers to this season! Thank goodness we are getting 16 episodes for the final season! We’ll need every single one!

Clarke is back with her people.

Poor Clarke is falling apart.

Poor Clarke seeing her daughter this way.

This is going to work. I know it will. Madi loves her. She’ll break through.

And we’ve got Madi back!

But of course the evil one is going to fight her! Fight Madi! You can beat him!

Save her Raven! Delete that bastard! Kill the Flame!

Save Madi!

Thank goodness for Jackson!

Damn that thing has a long wire. So gross.

And what will they do without a commander? Live better probably.

Raven and Clarke hugs! Yay!

And now the upload is in the computer?

COMMERCIAL BREAK #4 THOUGHTS: Is the evil heda going to be put into a body? Is he going to be a new enemy? The enemy for season 7 perhaps? Or will this be resolved before the end of the episode? Very interesting character. It would be kinda cool to see more of him.

Murphy acting as another is still very dramatic and full of flare. Though I don’t think his cover will last because of the rejected kiss. Murphy is totally in danger.

Echo and Octavia bonding. Kinda dig it.

Zev will totally know that Murphy isn’t Daniel.

Or...is Murphy handling it? What a good cockroach!

I really thought Gabriel was going to just get his throat slashed instead of drink that shit. Oh wait...they took that antidote. Nevermind. I get it.

And now there is fighting! Not a finale without it.

“Good kisser, too.” I totally support a bi Murphy!

We never get to see Murphy fight that much. Loved it!

Bellamy, Octavia, and Echo are such badasses.

And now the crazy chick is burning herself. That’s....crazy.

Octavia’s redemption arc is on fire! Literally....

And Octavia has writing on her back.....

So she was gone for a long time.

Means she has to go back.

COMMERCIAL BREAK #5 THOUGHTS: So our theories about everyone going into the anomaly was probably right, then? That’s awesome! And it effects time which is super cool! So are we thinking time travel or just a time warp of some sort? I feel like just a time warp makes more sense, honestly, but definitely a mixture of the two could be possible. This is definitely one of those questions I’m sure we will have answered next season. I just hope the entire group goes in. At the very least they better not separate Bellamy and Clarke again! I will not stand for the shit!

And they are back on the ground. Good! Wow. Only seven minutes left?

That guy in the background that we just got zoomed in on? Definietly a problem.

And reunions!

Bellamy and Clarke hug! YAY!

A second hug!

Gabriel is such a nerd for the anomaly!

Yes, let’s all go down into the creepy hole!

That’s a cool thing! Thousands of years old? Seriously?

Wow. This is really getting very sci-fy. More than usual.

How the hell is this going to end?

No coincidences?

What the hell did they release?

She’s here.

Who the hell is that? Hope?

Why did she stab her? I’m so confused!

What did she whisper to Hope?

WHAT?!?!

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abbie-writes-stuff · 6 years ago

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“Why – and how – are you still awake?” w/icyhot please? hc if you want

Quiet

Word Count: 896 Drabble

“Why— and how— are you still awake?” Shouto’s husky voice calls out to the figure lying beside him.

It was 2:21 AM and the world was finally quiet. How could she not be? After all the stress from the past two weeks, (Y/N) finally has the chance to relax. In their shared apartment, nothing could be heard except for the sound of passing cars every-now-and-then from the open window.

“I wasn’t tired,” she whispers back.

Her husband flips over to face her, placing a calloused hand against her rose-tinted cheeks.

“You’ve been working non-stop for the past two weeks. What do you mean you’re not tired?”

The icy chill of his ring relaxes her as she reaches to place her own hand on top of his.

“Shouto, listen.”

And so he does. Minutes tick by on the clock but all that was to be heard were the brisk sounds of occasional cars, and even those were rare.

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly.”

She flashes him a small smile, one of which makes his fingers tingle and stomach drop.

“It’s finally quiet.”

He doesn’t respond. Rather, he fiddles with a lock of her silky (H/C) hair, twirling it around and around and around.

“Come here,” he quietly says before pulling her against his bare chest.

Placing her head on his chest, she opts to listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart instead.

Thump

Sedate beats rhythmically drum against her ears as she grows increasingly drowsy. Something that (Y/N) has learned is that more than anything in the world, she loves listening to Shouto’s heartbeat.

The sound reassures her that he is alive and holding her in his protective arms. That nothing and no one can take him away.

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“You’re still awake?”

His head was encased by her slim arms as her fingers fiddle with his red and white locks.

“Yeah,” she tamely responds.

It’s become a weekly habit now for the two. Every night before the weekend, they would stay up and listen to the promising sound of nothing and just relax.

“Don’t you ever get tired?” Shouto’s sleepy voice asks. The dual-haired boy is tracing all kinds of shapes on the girl’s back with his finger, leisurely writing out different letters that spell up to nothing in particular.

“Not really.”

He simply hums in response.

Warm hands

Soft sounds

Late nights

The most calming things to (Y/N) are the unavoidable realities of the city. For the ones that stay up late and the ones who go to bed at exactly 8:00, it’s all the same. Perhaps that’s why she has such a fascination with the time between 12:00 AM and 4:00 AM.

Perhaps it’s because that’s the time no one expects anything from her. Being a hero is possibly one of the most stressful jobs on the planet. The weight of someone’s life is in your hands and if you make one wrong move, that life could be shattered forever. Or perhaps it’s because she gets to hold her lover as close as he can possibly get at this time.

Despite the two who lay in bed, the city is still awake but in the most soothing of ways. People are still out; either late night shopping or gazing at the stars. Cars are driving by; whether to deliver someone home or pick someone up. All sorts of stories float about at night.

“Hey, Shouto?”

“Hm?”“Do you ever get tired of staying up late with me?”

At that question, he shifts away from her embrace and cages her head in his arms.

“Literally? Yes. Metaphorically? Not ever.”

She gives him a half-lidded smile, (E/C) eyes twinkling beneath him. Without a moment’s notice though, she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down again.

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“It’s cold outside.”

The girl was currently standing on the apartment balcony in nothing but Shouto’s button up and underwear, gazing out at the endless city lights.

A night breeze passing by sends a crisp chill down her spine as goosebumps form on her supple skin.

Despite this, she chooses to ignore it as she can barely feel the frigid air.

“Meh,” she retorts.

He sighs, opting to perch his arms on the cool railing beside her instead of asking her to join him in bed again.

For a minute, he gets lost in the view as well. Though the city is bustling with people, it’s still quiet. Buildings are lit up with bright lights that contrast against the black above, veiling the stars that were imprinted into the endless sky.

“Isn’t it amazing?” she asks her husband quaintly.

“It’s amazing how you never get tired on Friday nights,” he says sarcastically.

She laughs a melody and reaches for his left hand. The (H/C) haired girl beams, playing with the cool ring on Shouto’s finger as she hums a small tune.

He listens in blissfully, unknowingly grinning at her sweet voice.

Even with her humming, it’s still quiet. No matter how loud it gets, it will always be serene. With her here, it always will be.

These are his favorite times. When he gets to just live his life with her, it’s the happiest he will ever be.

After a few more minutes out in the cold, he abruptly picks her up and carries her in.

“Alright, time to sleep.”

Holy chicken strips these are getting shorter and shorter and I’m so sorry but I really didn’t have much to work with since I’m uncreative as heck, but I still hope you liked it anni!

#shouto #todoroki #shouto todoroki #shoto #shoto todoroki #shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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jaggedheartstrings · 6 years ago

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Spread Your Wings (and leave me behind)

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Word count: 2,1K

Chapter 10: Have Mercy

November 2004, Rhode Island

James sat by a large window. The coffee shop they’d chosen for the exchange of information had been a truly remote location. It was minutes away from Woonsocket, but close enough to call backup. He wasn’t alone of course, Natalia was sat to his left few tables away. Steve was standing in a hotel room across the street, incase they’d need even more support.

James jotted down another thought in his leather case notebook. The thing was filled with little scribbles, full of memories. HYDRA-time memories- as Steve called them- he wrote to the back; the text flipped the other way.

The bell by the door jolted James out of his thoughts. His eyes followed the figure. He was a tall, military man. His hair short-cropped, though fitting. The dark-skinned man ordered a large cappuccino and turned around to lean on the counter. His eyes flicked around the room, before stopping on Natalia but quickly moving to James. The man nodded at him and grabbed the freshly brewed coffee. His strut towards James’ table was very ‘manly’- as one would call it.

“You must be the man I’m supposed to meet.” He appraised James before sitting down in front of him. “I suppose you’ll want your file. How you guys don’t have this, I have no clue.”

“It’s not always easy t’ get information, Colonel,” James eyed the achievements the man had stapled on his uniform. “But it’s nice of you t’ agree t’ this meeting.”

“Information drives a hard bargain,” Colonel Rhodes placed a basic file on the table, his hand splayed over it. “I hope you know we’ll ask for information back.”

“Jus’ need the name, Colonel,” James leaned towards him, “took one of ours an’ practically destroyed her entirely. We wanna just get her back.”

Rhodes hummed, “I can get behind that, yeah. Make sure you give the bastard a good lesson, too. He’s caused a lot of destruction inside our own ranks. And that was before he became a two-faced agent.” The file slid neatly towards James and the Colonel sipped his coffee for a while.

He opened the file and was greeted with the same man, only this one had a beard. He glanced around the file before closing it. He had all he needed. The file slid right back to Rhodes. “Thank you, Colonel. Really. This’ll help a lot.”

Colonel Rhodes eyed him for a bit, before nodding towards the file, “sure you don’t wanna keep it? We have all this information on a computer, too.”

“I have a good memory. Thank you for the offer though.” James handed his hand over, perhaps to shake in hopes of parting away as likely allies in the future too. Not only with the air force, but with this man as well. They shook their hands and James rose from the seat, heading out the door. As soon as he was out he pressed his comm on.

“Rumlow, Brock. An American citizen. Was in the air force before he turned into a double agent. Worked for Fury before he turned his back on America and became a terrorist for HYDRA,” James recited back to his teammates.

“Just like we expected. Someone higher up. He couldn’t have accessed so much in such a short time if he didn’t have well established contacts.” Steve filled in what James already knew. He suspected Natalia did too.

James walked across the street towards the hotel, Natalia following behind him quietly, “he also had to be high up in HYDRA- to be able to access Natasha.”

“And EXTREMIS,” James reminded. “We still hafta find Hansen.”

“I doubt that girl is much better than Natasha right now. If she’s even alive,” Nat supplied. It was true. They had sent a message to Maya Hansen awhile ago- she’d never answered. They had ruled her out as a reliable source.

“Do we have anything else right now, other than waiting for a never-coming message or waiting for someone to recognize Rumlow?” James grumbled, bummed out he couldn’t help his girl. She needed him and he wasn’t able to do anything.

Nat slipped into the elevator with him, just before the doors closed. She put a brief hand on his shoulder. They all three had an emotional compromise when it came to the Winter Flower. She was Steve’s ex(was ex right if they never broke up?)-girlfriend, Nat’s savior and James’- well, his lover. She was his in everything but the official word, and James hers.

Both Nat and James turned off their comms as they reached the floor the room was in. Before they could step into the room, a movement in the hallway they’d just come from caught his eye. He tensed and let his hand fall from the door knob. Natalia turned from the window she’d been watching. “What is it?” she hissed, voice barely above a whisper. James glanced at her, before slipping a finger to his mouth. He crept towards the end of the hallway, turning his head to the left.

Before he could react, James was thrown down to the floor. He could hear Nat running towards them and felt a pinch of pain in his arm. He turned his gaze to find a needle in his elbow pit. It was filled with a yellow-brownish liquid, but surprisingly it was full. That was probably explained by Nat rolling on the floor with his attacker.

The attacker was- Natasha. Was Rumlow really that uncreative that he sent her after them twice? Didn’t he understand that they’d do anything to get her back? Growling, James ripped the needle from his arm and threw it to the ground, the vital shattering and leaking the liquid to the floor. The crashing sound apparently startled both Natalie and Natasha. Nat flew into the wall as Natasha gripped her arm where it was bleeding. She examined her bloody fingers, before baring her teeth to Natalia. Nat was sitting on the floor; her pained puffs audible.

“Natasha,” James pleaded, and the gold-eyed woman’s eyes flickered to him in surprise. “Where’s Rumlow? If we get him, we can free you.”

“And if I don’t want to come with you?” Natasha glared at him, her voice rough with an accent he couldn’t recognize.

“We’ll let you go,” James promised. “We just want you out of his clutches, so he can’t hurt you or control you.”

“You won’t find him.” The golden-eyes sparked with mirth, “he didn’t come with.”

“That’s a lie,” he quipped. He could see the little shakiness her hands always did when she lied. Natasha had always been afraid of lying. It was painfully taught to her at a young age, long before HYDRA.

“I-I can’t help you.”

“Is he near?” James stepped closer and Natasha stepped back, her silence all the answer he needed. “In a nearby building perhaps?”

When she didn’t answer, he nodded towards Natalia. She was out before he could even blink. Natasha’s eyes followed James, no matter what he did. Every little shift he would make, she’d tense up again. James slipped his comm in his ear, the frantic calls from Steve coming through.

“Bu-James! James!”

“Yes, Steve?” The name made Natasha snap her gold-filled eyes towards him, wariness growing in them.

“Oh- oh thank God. What the hell is going on out there?”

“It’s Natasha again.” James told him carefully. James heard the pained gasp from Steve and saw the slight shiver that raced through her body.

“Rumlow?” Steve snarled out. James sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Nat’s dealing with him, hopefully.” Something crashed on the other side of Nat’s comm. “I guess she found him.”

“How you want him boys?” Natalia’s smooth voice came through. “Sliced or diced?”

“Neither,” Steve snarled out. “Just get him here. And keep the tablet far away from him if he has it.”

They could hear Rumlow yelling in the background. Natasha’s eyes slipped closed, the fight leaving her body. James was about to sigh in relief, until the fierce woman went limp and almost hit the floor, if it weren’t for him catching her. “Jesus,” he breathed out. “Natasha just about passed out in my arms.”

“That’d be my fault,” Natalia admitted. “I swiped the release command. We’ll have to destroy the tablet if we want her to be fully free.”

“Of course we do!” Steve shouted and James couldn’t help the wince. “Now get me out of this goddamn room, the door’s jammed.”

“Yeah, okay.” James laid the woman he loved more than life itself on the ground gently. Sighing deeply, he headed for the hotel room Steve was trapped in. And apparently unable to break out of.

* * *

Brock Rumlow woke up tied to a chair.

Couldn’t get more low-budget than this.

He rolled his neck around a few times before lifting his gaze to access the room before him. It was a basic interrogation room. There was a desk and an empty chair before him in the otherwise empty room. The observation glass didn’t give him a view of anything other than himself, tied to the fucking chair.

Ridiculous.

The door on his right opened and The Black Widow herself stepped into the room. Her cold icy eyes followed his every movement- not that he could make many. He couldn’t remember quite clearly how he’d ended up here. He’d been observing The Winter Flower as she moved towards her targets. Then suddenly the assassin had stopped (he was unable to hear the conversation), and soon enough he’d lost visual. When he’d tried to get it back, everything had gone to black.

“Quite the show you put up for us,” The Widow tipped her head towards him slightly. “Not many dare to attack us once, but you did it twice.”

“I didn’t attack you. The Flower did,” he smirked at the brief irritation that flashed in her eyes. “Your crew isn’t that unbeatable. Sure, you have some great elements, but anyone with enough knowledge of your weaknesses can do enough damage. What luck was it to me that three out of four shared a weakness?”

“Hm. What I’d like to know is why she’s currently lying unconscious in the med bay, unable to wake up?” The Widow shifted and lifted a neat eyebrow. Brock couldn’t help the slight worry that flashed through him. Despite him being a ‘heartless double-agent’, he’d learned to love the deadly assassin. He could understand her franticness.

“She won’t wake up.” The Widow’s anger seemed to rise a level as his words caused a deep reaction in her. “The program is very simple. Once a command is given, it can only be broken by another command.”

“Why’d she always stop when she recognized James then?”

“Obviously there are some problems with the program,” Brock scowled at the table. “It isn’t as perfect as I would want it to be. Obviously, I couldn’t make her do the coding. She could’ve made a kill switch. Don’t want that.”

“So what? We have to give an order to her in order for her to wake up?” The outrage in her voice seemed only to shine through The Widow’s eyes.

“She won’t wake up unless her brain receives the command. Funny thing, connecting EXTREMIS to the network and all electronic devices. She complained it was noisy the first time,” he supplied. “If you won’t give the command, she’ll eventually starve and die. It’ll take a long time and it’ll be painful, but that’s a possibility too.”

“Are you insane?” she hissed, slamming her hand down on the table. “I would not kill my sister!”

“Well, in my defense you are an assassin. None of you are supposed to have emotions.”

“We’re not cold-blooded killers! We’re not psychopaths, we’re human too!” The Widow growled at him, glaring a hole through him. Rumlow had to admit that the famous ‘Widow stare’ was as terrifying as it had been made out to be. “You will tell me how to free her from this- this curse you’ve put in her!”

“I mean I would, if I knew how to.” The snarl that left her mouth was an impressive volume. The punch that followed was painful too, as it happened to also break his nose. “Ow.”

“If you can’t, you will tell me who can do it!”

“I’m not sure anyone can!” Brock yelled in desperation, tipping his head back at the pain. “Maybe she could do it herself if you allowed her to.”

The Widow left the room, snarling the whole time.

Welp, this was going to be fun.

#marvel #mcu #Marvel MCU #tony stark #female tony stark #winter soldier tony stark #hydra tony stark #Winter Soldier #Bucky Barnes #buckytony #winteriron #winteriron fanfic #Steve Rogers #captain america #Black Widow #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #natasha stark #brock rumlow

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fortissimohands-archive · 6 years ago

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crazy pokemon hcs

so the other day I was at my dad's house and it was boooooooring so I forced myself to write the outline for a pokemon fanfic and I also wrote my interpretations of the characters. The fic was abandoned because I come up with terrible ideas when I’m bored but I turned the character info into my interpretations of the characters in Alpha Sapphire.

(yes, I’m aware of how uncreative their last names are)

May Sapphire -- smart at battling, dumb at everything else. Age 12. It’s a miracle she’s still alive. Nobody knows how she’s so good at battling. Chews on fidget spinners and fidgets with chewelry. Nobody told her to go into the Cave of Origin to face Kyogre she just saw what was happening on BuzzNav and thought “cool, I should catch kyogre!” Frustrating.

Lisia Alpha-- Pan and gay for May but no matter how progressively obvious her hints get (including “May, I have a crush on you”) May somehow fails to get the hint. Still trying to figure out what the gender neutral version of auntie/uncle is. Age 13. Frustrated.

Steven Stone -- Still not sure how May managed to save the world twice and be the champion of Hoenn. Knows firsthand how incredibly stupid she is. Age 25. He doesn’t suffer from autism autism suffers from him. Has almost died for rocks at least six times. Hasn’t slept since 1995 and is drowning in coffee at all times.

Wallace Alpha Stone -- Why did they marry Steven? Nobody knows especially not them. Nonbinary and uses they/them. Age 26ish. Everyone has Mega Evolution except them and they’re bitter about it. Once got arrested for trying to kill their mother-in-law, their only regret is not succeeding.

Juan Alpha -- Accidentally got reverse adopted by Wallace in a bizarre incident. Been kidnapped six times and has scars from a bullet wound and nobody has any context. Eternally unimpressed and nobody knows his secrets. Could be literally anything from 32 to 49 and nobody would know.

Courtney Omega -- Autistic. Everybody thinks she’s insane. Nobody knows how old she is. Still doesn’t see why expanding the land would destroy nature. Sometimes she sends anonymous letters to celebrities signed with blood that just detail the life story of a Chinese emperor.

Brendan Birch -- Has a huge crush on May and is bitter about May hanging out with Lisia all the time. Whenever he’s angry or jealous his default response is to spread rumours about people. Age 12. Infamous for leading a campaign to shut down Sootopolis Gym on the grounds that the Gym Leader (it’s never clarified whether he’s referring to Juan or Wallace) has a problem with “sexualising autism”. Nobody even knows what that’s supposed to mean not even him.

#pokemon #may #brendan #magma admin courtney #juan #wallace #steven stone #originshipping #contestqueenshipping #lisia #actuallyautistic #this is terrible #my headcanons

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ghostmartyr · 6 years ago

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Pokémon White Randomized Nuzlocke Run [Part 1]

This is going to be a first in many ways for me. I’ve never done a proper Nuzlocke, I’ve never played any of these on a PC before, and my only previous experience with liveblogging belongs to things I’ve watched.

For people who aren’t familiar with Nuzlocke, here are the basic rules copied from Bulbapedia:

Any Pokémon that faints is considered dead, and must be released or put in the Pokémon Storage System permanently.

The player may only catch the first Pokémon encountered in each area, and none else.

Other rules that I’ll be using:

Each pokemon must be nicknamed.

If the first pokemon in an area is a species I’ve already caught, the first one that isn’t will become the catch option.

The catch rules start applying once I have the option of catching things.

No looking anything up on guides.

Team wipe means continuing on using whatever I have in the PC.

For added fun, all starters and wild pokemon are random. The rest of the game is as it is normally (or should be if I did this right), but considering how many years it’s been since I’ve played this version, that means very little to me except that gyms are going to have consistent typing, probably.

I think that’s it, so awaaaaay we go!

I neglected to screencap the dear professor because of course I did, but this generation’s tree name is Juniper. Hi Professor Juniper.

Thank you, I chose it partially myself.

See that? Two best friends I don’t know and didn’t bother taking screenshots of.

I don’t think I’m going to do a whole lot of commentary on things that aren’t related to the pokemon I get. I’m always pretty bad about paying attention to the plot of these games, which means maybe I should have picked a different gen for this, but yeah. I am here for the critters. The humans are boring.

(Cheren and Bianca are pretty nice, actually. I like how as the games go on they seem more and more interested in giving you good friends.)

So, the time has come for the randomizer’s first spin!

Let’s see what we’ve got...

That one’s out. Where’s the fun in picking a starter for a randomized run? Plus it’s already evolved. Part of the enjoyment is watching these things grow.

I’m going to go with probably not.

...

I think so.

I’m going to eat you alive.

That’s what I thought, anyway.

This is where, despite just starting, I got myself into trouble and had to start over. By which I means Psywave’s irregular damage meant that the Patrat murdered me. Legendary starter vs. Route 1 HM slave. The outcome could not be more obvious.

I’ve made the snap judgment that the catching rules might not be in effect yet, but the fainting rules are, so I restarted.

Then I realized that oh, because of how I’ve set things up, yes, it’s randomized from the original choices, but the same starters are still available. I also realized that I am far too interested in playing to really care that I’ve already botched this run, so whatever. Onward! Together we shall defeat the wretched Patrat and save the day!

Cue Psywave doing even less damage than last time.

While the Patrat just spams Leer.

All it needed to do was select Tackle once, and I could say goodbye to Latios, but thankfully, it did not do that, so we get to move forward a single step!

I appreciate I’m doing this the day after my dog got ink all over my carpet.

Next fight... go!

I can’t remember if Meganium has Poison typing to go with Grass. I’m leaning towards no, but hoping for yes, because I don’t really want to restart again. That would mean having to deal with figuring out the right randomizer settings, and please consider that I do not want to. We’ve got to pull through on this.

That’s... a good start?

I believe in you, currently unnamed Latios.

I can’t wait to find out if this is one of the versions that has you take poison damage outside of battle or not. I don’t think I will enjoy that. Watch, the first pokemon I catch will die because I have no antidotes and am too many steps away from a center.

Victory against Cheren achieved! With another nonexistent screencap because I am unprofessional as all heck. Yay for gratuitous amounts of exp because Meganium isn’t something level 5s usually fight!

It’s nice that my mother in this game is so understanding.

I see, so if they can’t stop you from going out in the wild grass, they’ll just inject plot to keep you from immediately running out the door. Geez I hope I get running shoes soon. I feel so slow.

I can’t remember what kind of jerk dad Bianca’s father is, but I do remember not liking him and very much liking the Electric gym leader.

It’s true, in an alternate universe that never happened she and her Patrat beat me up and I was very sad.

Loudly. Do not like.

Hi fellow kids.

The time to receive our permission to leave the town (aka pokedex) has come, but more importantly, it’s time for Latios to get his very own nickname! That’s how you know the difference between this one and the exact copy that died to a Patrat!

In the spirit of being uncreative, Latios’ new name is Boeing. Long may the two be attached to each other.

Every Pokemon game ever, until the end of time.

Bianca you are so cute. I sure hope nothing bad or inconvenient ever happens to you during the plot. Can you imagine how sad that would be for you and your bloodthirsty Patrat.

If I could have three wishes, one of them would be to skip the tutorial section in all of these games. Please just let me catch things and try not to kill them.

It begins.

You know, one of the problems with having Boeing only knowing Psywave for damage is that predicting what he’s going to do to the creatures I try to catch is going to be an entertaining mess. I predict whatever I catch first is going to be significantly more helpful in the process than he currently is.

(Don’t worry, Boeing. I am still obligated to love you until death.)

I really need to be better about screencapping things, but I don’t think I will.

Bianca starts a pokemon-catching competition between the three of us, and unless there are more routes than I think between where I am and where the three of us are going to meet up, I think I lose that by default.

What route is this?

Alrighty then. Let’s go forth and find out who our next partner is! Forward, Boeing!

You know. I wonder if I have made mistakes with my preferences for the randomizing here.

Okay Boeing. You and me. Trying not to die. If possible, trying to include catching our new friend in that mission plan.

Boeing, two misses in a row is not how we do that.

...Make that three.

He did dodge the Supersonic after he finally hit it. There’s hope here.

What’s a Seismitoad’s catch rate? I have my suspicions and they are not good, but...

Who thought this was a good idea.

Gasp.

Am I allowed to be disappointed that it’s already in its final form, or is that considered rude to my new friend?

I dub thee... Frogger.

I should probably run back and go heal before I get one of these overpowered little guys killed.

I can’t remember if you being Modest is a good thing or a bad thing, but you’ll hopefully be alive long enough for me to teach you Surf, so in theory it’s a good thing. Poison Touch is the good ability I think (thank you luck for not having Boeing know any physical attacks that could have gotten him poisoned). Frogger’s also “proud of its power,” which I think means might have max IVs in the category his nature isn’t good for.

What’s Boeing like?

He’s also Relaxed and loves to eat. I grant him the secondary nickname of Good Boy. Speed being lowered is probably the most neutral I could ask for that isn’t actually neutral, and I am not going to say no (like I have a choice) to having his Defense raised for a Nuzlocke.

Okay guys, it’s time to go grind and be sad about the things we could’ve caught. ...No offense, Frogger.

...

This run is going to be fun. I can tell.

I am not confused, and yet I still managed to hurt myself.

I think some people might have some rules where you can catch your first encounter for grass and your first encounter for water, but this one is just going to be straight-up, one pokemon per route. Hopefully I’m better at keeping track of that than I feel like I will be.

I imagine I will have much reason to appreciate the kindness of strangers in this game. I usually end up grabbing every single item I can, but out of me being a completionist, not necessity.

Every Shaymin I find during this grind session is mocking me.

I continue to be really slow about screencapping, and really fast about button mashing to speed through every solitary bit of text, so not pictured here is me and my two besties being happy about how all three of us have two pokemon each. Shaymin not included.

I can’t remember anything about these video chats. I hope they aren’t important enough that I feel the need to cap them.

Accumula Town. Pokemon seen here: None yet. I can’t remember if I can even get anything here. I remember so little about this generation. N’s entire existence was practically blotted out before I watched the intro cinematic.

When do I get my running shoes. I feel so slow.

Wait, is this the generation where the Marts and Pokemon Center get combined? Yessss. I have made one (1) good decision in my choices here.

Look, more names I don’t remember.

Hm. I am not used to having to do stuff with my money in these games. I just pick whatever up, heal at the centers, and maybe buy some healing items for the Elite Four. I’m not sure what the protocol is when you have to worry about your beloved partners actually dying.

Potions and Poke Balls. The two things I can buy here, and the two things I will probably need fairly quickly. Pokemon Go’s spoiled me with how easy things are to catch. This is going to be a rough awakening.

Current bag stock: 4 Potions, 1 Premier Ball, 13 Poke Balls. Plus Key Items.

I’m really starting to understand why most people just do these things in a video format. This has its limitations as a medium when I have my limitations as a competent host.

I put Boeing back in front so that he can maybe get enough exp to know something that isn’t Psywave, but I think that doesn’t currently matter because the plot has arrived.

Hi Team Plasma. Leave me alone, please. I am not here for plot. I am here for fun times and accidental murder.

This is sort of an unfortunate generation to Nuzlocke when it’s all about treating pokemon better. “Pokemon are my precious partners! Battling is a way to bond! Oh whoops Frogger’s dead.”

This is N. He hears pokemon. He also does what he can to speak for pokemon. He is a good egg, if memory serves. He also has a cooler outfit than I do, and that makes me sad.

Try... I don’t know, how many routes are there? Yell at Cheren and Bianca, not me. I’m going to be a very irresponsible pokedex filler.

Wait, this is a battle? Already?

Guess who thought, “I can’t remember if this is Dark or Normal. If it’s Dark Boeing is the least helpful thing I could use. It’s probably Normal until it evolves, it’s early in the game, right?“

Frogger, maim.

Frogger’s going to win and I’m not going to think any other way, but this would be a really sad way to go. Purrloin just murdering me because of critical hits and Boeing’s inability to hurt it.

Prediction proven correct. We win, Boeing gains a level, and yet again, no one is dead. Yay.

We blink the same way. That’s where you can really see the family resemblance.

Wait.

Is it...?

YES! Movement achieved! Best mom is best!

So the question is if we’re going to fight trainers or catch something first. I think I’ll take the lead and just step in front of the girl to the left. Then I’ll find out she has a Purrloin and Boeing will be sad.

Oh. She’s not a trainer. Learning all over the place.

Hello! Well, isn’t that convenient. Let’s hopefully not murder you!

That’s stage one accomplished. Now for the less fun part. Let’s throw the Premier Ball for luck.

...Let’s be sad when that has no effect.

Whoever wrote the reactions to the pokemon breaking out of the balls had a great understanding of what torture their players would be going through.

Success! Something normal to play with!

Hm.

You shall be Timon. Please don’t die.

I love being able to run back to the Pokemon Center instead of needing to walk like a peasant.

Switching Timon into first place since he is the weakest in every possible way. Don’t worry though, buddy. If you live long enough, we will change that together.

Timon is a Bashful boy and likes to run. The first neutral nature of the group. I have no strong feelings on that one way or another, but I do know me, and knowing me, I will be most sad if the Bashful one dies. You protect the Bashful ones.

Time for our first battle against an NPC. I foresee this going well. Even though Youngster Jimmy is a bearer of the dread Patrat. It’s level 7, so Timon belongs nowhere near it, and it’s a Patrat, so Boeing needs to stay far away. Frogger, you’re up.

Two hits later, the Patrat is gone, Frogger is level 8, and Timon grows to level 5. Progress.

Me too, as long as I win.

The theme of this run will just be never using Boeing in a fight.

Victory achieved, and Timon has leveled up to 7 and learned Ember! A productive fight.

Are you kidding me.

Hm.

Okay it turns out it knows Bite, so Boeing this is yet another creature to stay away from, Frogger, if you don’t mind stepping back into the role of enforcer? Yeah it’s a fierce dragon, but it’s also level 4.

Good Frogger. And you even all get to share the exp together! A solid group experience that didn’t take any years off my life, no sir.

I should probably give up on screencapping every single encounter. It’s not exactly entertaining for anyone, and if the post doesn’t suddenly stop, the answer of what happens should be fairly obvious.

We’re going to let Timon try fighting for once instead of going pure switch training.

And now we’re going to let Boeing take over, because Lillipups are the terrifying puppies with STAB. Timon takes a level up, and Boeing takes the pride of actually being useful again.

My first experience with Randomizer should not have been wasted on a Nuzlocke. My only real complaint about Pokemon games is that I’d like more variety in the ones you find on early routes, and with that solved, it’s like being thrown into a candy store where everything is free.

Except I already caught something in this route, so sorry Yamask, time for you to go.

This thing knows Disable. I... think Psychic can hit Ghost, it’s just not very effective. It’s Dark it has a problem with, but we’re not going to find out this fight because Boeing missed and Yamask Disabled it.

Things like that are why early game variety isn’t a priority. Pokemon pick up their better moves as they advance, and that translates to a lot of early moves not hitting Ghosts.

A wild Salamence was found after I went back to go heal. It made Timon flinch twice in a row.

In some ways, this is exactly what I wanted, in others, mistakes have very much been made. There’s probably an option to keep all the evolutions found in the wild level appropriate.

If Boeing ever hits a Psywave, I might just die of shock. My poor useless Legendary. I’m going to let him try to kill a level 7 Tepig just so he can feel needed. Though he is a Relaxed guy, so his performance probably isn’t bothering him nearly as much as it bothers me.

Bianca, you and your terrifying Patrat should feel no obligation to fight me. You could just. Not. You also have a Lillipup now. I do not trust this encounter to go well, because I am a paranoid sort.

Then Timon’s Ember burns the Lillipup as I’m typing that, so fine, maybe not everything will be horribly dramatic all the time just because death is on the table.

Boeing, I know it’s scary, but I’m going to send you in to fight your rival. Don’t worry. In this universe, I have other things to switch to once it starts murdering you.

She used a Potion? Really?

Patrat please stop Leering at my Latios.

...Also please undo your knowledge of Bite. Boeing’s accuracy with Psywave is so bad I actually can’t guarantee that he’ll live long enough to strike the final blow, so once more... Frogger, time to pick up the slack. Sorry you are the most useful of the team when you are clearly the most unloved.

We win and arrive at Striaton, which I think I actually remember now that I’m walking around in it. It’s the one with the waiter Gym, I believe. And the Dreamyard’s next to it, where we will likely have our next friend.

This Gym changes based on who you picked as your starter... I wonder what Boeing replaced.

New location get. Oh wait... am I remembering wrong, or can I not access the grass without HMs? I’m pretty sure this is the area where you get the chimp pokemon, but that’s a letdown here since I don’t think I randomized gifts and the like. Maybe we are not meeting our new friend here yet.

As I’m going through the trainers here, Boeing is still level 8, Frogger is 10, and Timon is 11, so... sorry, buddy. You’re going to have to face down another Patrat. Maybe it’s a good thing I banned myself from looking things up, because I am guessing that however long it takes for Boeing to get a new move, it will be too long. His only other move is Heal Block, and that is only theoretically useful at this stage in the game.

Against any type, actually, but I guess that’s the answer to what Latios replaced among the starters. I now have a Panpour.

I didn’t really think much about what to do with gift pokemon... I think I’ll just add to my personal rules that using pokemon on my team that have not been randomized is a no-go. As a sign of its ineligibility, Panpour will receive no nickname. I’ll ditch it in the PC before the temptation to use it grows.

Yeah, the grass is currently beyond my reach... I guess we’re doing the first Gym with these three, then. After our obligatory journey to the Trainer School.

I don’t remember so many battles with non-NPCs in other games, but it’s also been quite some times since I’ve played. And I was tempted to go with a no-items rule for this run, but then I remembered I am a coward when it comes to small creatures under my care being in pain.

...Geez, I probably have to worry about what level the Gym Leader has... usually I grind the heck out of things by accident, so it never comes up, but there’s room enough for error here to concern me.

Cheren having a Meganium is going to surprise me for a while yet.

Boeing being pretty useless against it won’t surprise me anytime soon. I guess I’ll have my answer about how this generation deals with poison if I make it through this fight.

I apparently forgot to heal when I ditched Panpour. Whoops.

But Timon comes through!

Thank you my intrepid fire pig.

Hey, Boeing learned a move!

Helping Hand.

Latios replaced the Grass starter.

Isn’t that supposed to be easy mode.

Lucky me, this is one of the versions where poison doesn’t kill you outside of battle. That’s a relief; I never remember things like antidotes when I’m playing the games normally, so it was fully within the realm of possibility that my entire team would die just because I forgot about the rules.

...

I’m gonna yolo it.

Frogger, I believe in you. Murder the Fire pokemon with your mighty Bubble.

The first trainer has a level 11 Lillipup... I would probably be way more comfortable taking this gym after some grinding, but that’s hardly the point here. The point is for me to entertain myself and feel terrible when it all goes wrong.

It’s weird how little memory I have of this gym. I remember the final fight, but absolutely nothing else. I think that’s because Cheren takes over being the first Gym Leader in the sequels, and who ever remembers the peons anyway.

I can’t believe I’m switch training a Latios.

We’ve got a long way to go, Boeing.

This could go so badly so easily.

His name’s Chili? Really?

At least he only has two pokemon--

Lillipup with status boosting move and Bite, run Boeing.

Timon bravely holds the line, and... yeah, this is the gen where the amount of exp is determined in part by the difference between your level and your opponent’s, isn’t it? Because grinding needed an added complication, naturally.

Level 11 Frogger vs. level 14 Pansear.

This should be fine, but I am so used to being a higher level in gyms. Being a lower level while playing for keeps is making me twitchy.

Atta boy, Frogger!

And he learned BubbleBeam! That is so much better than Bubble!

One badge down.

...Does anything in my party learn Cut?

Okay, with the badge, that seems like a good stopping point for this post. I don’t know how these will end up going, since, in case it weren’t painfully obvious and you didn’t read some of my comments above, this is all brand new to me, but hopefully this proved at least a little fun on some kind of level.

#Pokemon #Nuzlocke Challenge #the reason this is happening right after me saying I have no time to write #is because time is a factor #health is more of a factor and it sucks #so I'm trying to relax

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