#Remember these things makes me question why do i still manage to like this crap (idk if i should feel impressed or sad)

[celibibratty]

(sigh), yesterday was the day, the day that changed everything, the day I saw that damn story, whenever December 23th arrives I always think about that, i will talk about this day cuz i think It's important for me to talk about this💨, I even remember the clothes I was wearing that day, I was wearing a blue tank top with flowery purple short, it was 2019, I was in the bedroom and it was almost night, I was watching this ao3, checking to see if there was any new sean x daniel story, and I updated the page and with that a new fanfic appeared (which was this damn story), I looked at the tags and saw that the story was happening in blood brothers and there was something to do with rape/abuse, I thought "hmn, this must be just another story of Sean acting like a freak (and I also i used read all of the stories,so)", I put it on, the story had started with the first red flag, which it was the fact that the person put the homies from ep 3 (cough, cough cassidy) in it and made daniel being supeer okay with that 💢🔥, and i get super pissed because in the story the person put that daniel was jealous of finn stealing sean from him tho in the game daniel is jealous of sean WITH CASSIDY NOT WITH FINN!!!💢🔥(and in the story there was cassidy in the middle), i thought it was so stupid, but keep reading, well, then we got to the shocking part, I got to the part that is close when things...start happening, and I realized that daniel had some weird dialogues and a very strange way for being the victim, I just remember that I felt a pain in my stomach, a bad feeling and thought "wait!?, is daniel who going to do this to sean?, no, no, it can't be, it can't be that", then I went down and I got to the naughty parts, I realized it was really Daniel and I thought "yeah, it is", I was so shocked, so disgusted, it never crossed my mind to invent Daniel doing this to Sean, I never pictured Daniel that way (he was my bratty💧, the sassy pretty kid💧), i never thought of daniel like that with sean, i didn't imagine them like that even in redemption (even daniel being more masculine), imagine then in bb, never!, I got super anxious, I started to shake, my breathing was so labored, I couldn't even breathe, but my mind forced me to keep reading until I finished, because I thought that if I kept reading, if I endured it maybe it would hurt less...

(it's almost like I knew that from now on this version of their pair would be more frequent, so i should get used to it, a-and I didn't wanted to sound boring, or different, I don't understand why I thought that way, I don't care what others think, but at the time I remember that I didn't wanted to be different, i didn't wanted to be the only one), I felt like snow white in the scene with the trees, I had finished reading, totally devastated and a bit numb, I saw that there were some comments, I wanted to see even for maliciousness, i wanted to see if someone was complaining about this shit, but no, and to my surprise every single person that i knew that were the ones that "enjoyed" sean x daniel was praising it, i felt (sigh) so betrayed, the comments people saying things like "possessive daniel is so hot", " oh, daniel topping sean is such a concerpt that should be more explore" and I was like "no, what do you mean?, daniel is not like that, I thought you liked it them together because it was cute💧", I felt horrified, it was everyone, I remember throwing the phone on the bed in horror, then I got up and went to do my tasks to reflect a little, before I talk about this part I need to talk about another situation/fanfic that have a great influence on that day, but sometimes I forget about it (well, before this damn fanfic appeared, the most recent and famous story was a story that had a kinda of lolita vibe, that's what I call this story, the lolita story vibe, this fanfic was also one that had/has a kinda of heavy/nonsense vibe, but I had read it and thought it was okay, I even kinda of...liked it at the time💨, but then one day someone made a comment saying that they didn't like the story very much, because they thought sean didn't seem like sean, he was very pervert and that the story had a kind of strange vibe, very heavy, and the person didn't like it very much, I was so ashamed, I hadn't thought like that, I thought it was okay, I got like "yeah, y-you are right, this story is do weird💧💨"...

continuing, I remember cleaning the cats' potty and mentally saying "I hated this story, I thought it was disgusting, horrible, I want the person who invented it to suffer, I thought it was horrible" but then another voice appeared saying "no ana, don't say that, it's not cool to talk like that about other people's work, the person probably worked hard on it, the story was huge), but I thought "i don't care, I thought it was nasty, I hated it, that was horrible", and then the other voice said "oh, ana, but the lolita story was also horrible, and YOU liked it!, you don't have the right to complain, if you liked that one, now you'll have to like this one too" (it seemed like a dispute between my mind and my heart), I felt so bad, I wanted to take it away from me, but I couldn't open up to anyone, I was thinking about marina, what was I going to say to her?💧, I didn't wanted her to see these dolls like that, I didn't wanted that she sees them like that now too, I didn't wanted her to remain like me, I think it's horrible, but I swear I would give this story a kudo even though I hated it and it made me feel so sick, but it was because I thought that maybe giving a kudo I would feel less bad for having hated it, I finished doing what I had to do, I went to the bedroom and when I updated the page of this ao3 the story was gone, it gone in the same day(it seems like it only appeared to mess with my head cuz it gone right after it), the story had been deleted (and thank god it was gone, i swear i would have given a kudo if it hadn't and i would never-forgive-myself-for-it), i got so relieved, i even felt...happy, but what had it done to me , it was done, even relieved, I still felt strange, I felt that I had lost something, and I say, I feel that on that day I lost my love for these dolls, after that it was never the same, tbh i feel like i lost everything, everything that meant to me (my love for this dolls, my confidence, my stability, a-and my creativity)

[rosella-writes]

happy friday!! how about “ you can rely on me, you know. ” for a pairing of your choice? :o

Thank you!! I chose some Solas & Iron Bull for this. Shippy if you squint. For @dadrunkwriting

Rating: G

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"You have the Inquisitor," Solas had said. "And you have me."

Iron Bull once considered him full of shit. People say that sympathetic crap all the time, all dripping with condescension and pity and whatever else they fool themselves into thinking is empathy. But Solas is a dick, and even if Bull knows he's keeping things to himself, he's also a terrible liar. There was no lie in that promise.

And Iron Bull does have the Inquisitor. He knows that much. Despite barely reaching his belt buckle in height, Tilda Cadash is a larger-than-life force to be reckoned with, and she takes Bull's crap as seriously as she does a rasher of smoked nug flank. She doesn't pick and pry and hover and wring her hands — she waits, and she listens, and she treats him as she always has.

Solas is comforting in a different way. Their bickering over beliefs has all but quit — instead, Solas has been asking him questions, like how his people put on shirts. Iron Bull asks him if he fucks Fade-ladies. Solas turns fifteen different shades of red, and Bull wonders if they're not Fade-ladies but Fade-gents.

But then they fight one of those Fade-ladies and Bull changes his tune.

This one's important to the Fadewalker — Tilda's dragged them to the ass end of a civil war's final whimper to find her. It. Whatever. And when they discover it's turned into a demon — because of course it (she?) has — Solas loses his mind. He shouts at these mages and curses in his slippery language, and Iron Bull can't remember if he's ever heard him so much as raise his voice.

The binding falls quickly — Tilda, despite her lack of affinity for magic, seems to know exactly where to hit the spires to break them — and the spiky piece of demony horror that Iron Bull has been keeping off the others slumps, then falls. Solas runs to its side, puts up a hand to ward Bull away, and drops to his knees beside it.

It sure looks like a woman now.

He's talking to it, wringing his hands and sounding on the verge of tears. Iron Bull wants to take him away from here, away from the burning scent of death and scorched magic marks in the dirt. But he needs this.

The demon asks Solas for something, and it's like a mask of grief drops over him. Years and years show on his face, carved deep into the lines around his mouth. Bull's suddenly certain this isn't the first time this has happened to him.

That's why Tilda brought them here. That's why they rushed. That's why Solas had shouted and paced and now seemed so... dead. It's worse when he puts out his hands, and when the demon dissolves — just like the ones they kill at rifts, no different at all — Solas's face is made of flint.

He wanted to save just one, and he'd failed.

Solas kills the mages, and it's cold and dark and without mercy. Iron Bull doesn't feel anything at all when they fall — under the Qun they'd never have gotten this far, but he doesn't say that. He's not Qunari anymore anyway.

He's not surprised that the Fadewalker goes off on his own. He's a private guy, and Bull finds himself wishing he'd done the same when the dreadnought had sunk instead of drinking himself silly and making himself forget in the sparring ring. In his absence, he gets Tilda back home — Cole, in his weird-kid wisdom, follows them instead of Solas.

Iron Bull wakes up in his own bed, a week later, with Tilda shaking his arm.

"He's back," she hisses. "I can't get much out of him. Talk to him?"

Iron Bull groans and presses his head back into the soft pillow. "Or I could do what you did for me after the alliance failed and just... not talk about it."

Tilda can't focus her pale eyes on him, but she still manages to direct her mostly-blind stare directly at his face. "Solas needs different things than you do. He needs to talk or he begins to get... weird. Weirder. You know."

Iron Bull does know. He gets up.

He finds Solas hunched over some drawings in his lap, his ass sat on that sofa he's got shoved against the wall in the rotunda. There's space, so Bull sits next to him. Solas doesn't look up.

"Those look good," Iron Bull grunts, gesturing at the sketches. Solas scrubs some charcoal onto one to finish forming that demon's nose. "Looks just like her."

"It," Solas corrects him with a sniff. "Its pronouns were it and its."

Bull thinks briefly of Krem, then shakes the notion away. Demons aren't like his flesh and blood boys. "Wanna tell me about... it?"

"Why?" he snaps. "You hate spirits. Your fear has blinded you to their personhood. Do not pretend for my sake."

Bull shrugged. "Fine. I won't. I don't get it. But I do... well. I care." He tips his head to one side, then the other, then pushes through his discomfort and says with a wince, "About you."

Solas's snort speaks to his disbelief. He still doesn't look at Bull, not even sideways — he just focuses on those papers in his lap.

"You have the Inquisitor," Bull said in a low voice.

Solas's hand stills. His fingers are smudged from the charcoal he holds.

"And you have me," Bull finishes.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

THE FINAL DISTORTION

To you who own my heart

My sole reason in this world.

This is party that began with a distorted heart like mine.

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{ ... }

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{ I'm gonna go take em. If ya just gonna stand there.}

( Wait wait. Dont you think this kinda weird, now ?)

Pseudo quickly stops bee from trying to pick up the small bun. That they taken away freshly baked.

{ Weird? Ya questioning it's weird? Ya think fae and time travel crap is not weird? Isn't it, Full of crap?}

Bee rolled his eyes as he reach out his hand to only gasp by the small bun. Cute adorable bun.

(... I mean in a normal sense it is?! B-but--... Dam--...)

Bee quickly kick the rabbit off when he realize the guy gonna curse in front of a bun.

{ Don't curse in front of em! I will smack ya'r face to the wall! }

( YOU ALREADY KICKED ME!)

pseudo complain, hatefully as he stood up.

{ Don't ya scream. What if ya make em cry? Stupid rabbit, go hop and feed ya'r furry child somewhere. Shoo. Shoo.}

( Hey! That's so rude! You probably don't even know a thing or two about taking care of lil buns!)

{ i-i.. I'll learn. It's nothing that I can't try learning!}

Bee was caught in red light. It was the truth. He probably don't know shit.

*Giggle

The two of them stops as they heard the lil bun giggle from their interaction.

{ ... I-- I.. I think I was shoot!}

( ... O-oh no... Their too c-cute...)

Bee was the first one to manage to snap out of it when the little bun reach out for him.

"... ~~ 🎶"

"... Ya so cute... "

He pokes the bun cheeks who quickly grab his index finger and start to hug it. Giggling happily at him.

( ... Let me take a pic--)

{ No.}

Bee quickly run away from pseudo before a picture would taken, as he run away he went to the garden of the mansion he summoned. Pseudo who tried to follow is stopped by spiders who proceed to tickle him.

( W-WAIT-- AHAHAHAHAHA. STOP IT!!? AHAHAHAHA FUCK!!!)

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Holding the baby that he made sure to exist in the world, even how cruel he have become. Even how much it's wrong to force others to such project.

{× if you end that child... You don't have to go to this length. ×)

He heard a voice in his head speak.

{....?}

He look around the place as the bun start to yawn and sleep. Feeling comfort in his arms.

{× what if it's just beginning of your suffering? Your life is being controlled by someone else desire... If you wish to break free, end that child×}

From the corner of his eyes, he saw the mad hatter staring at him.

{ What? }

His eyes narrowed at him. He wanted to cover the ears of the bun, what if they hear what that nutcase said? But his sure no one would see or hear that person speaking nor see them.

{ No one is controlling anybody... }

Why would he go that far to only destroy his hard work?

Bee stared at his most important treasure in his arms, sleeping not minding what's up with the world.

{× that's what the order telling you. You still have more freedom than I do. ×}

{ ... Is this because of Omae and their cousin? That their cousin put a cupid magic or whatnot to me... Like a love potion.... }

He heard it before, he ' remembers ' something like that. He wonder about it, was it really the reason he will go this far?

"*Yawn....~~"

As he thought so deeply, the little bun wakes up from their small sleep and look at him with innocent and twinkling eyes, as if full of joy to see him.

"...~~ ♡"

They start to suck on the ember gem his Helter spider outfit have and stared at him as they drool over his necklace.

"Eheh...~~"

They give a toothless grin at him. As if they don't just did something to his outfit.

Bee stared at them before he kiss their forehead in content to see them alive. The bun giggle and hugs them with their little chubby hands before sucking on the ember on his necklace again.

{ I don't think a simple love potion would make me do such fit... Besides. If that's really the case then your wrong. }

He turn his back from the mad Hatter as he focus on the beautiful view around him.

"If given chances.... Even without such magic... I will fall in love with them... Over and over again, I will go far for them... If my existence only meant for them."

He don't understand many things, he only know the most precious life in his life is the person in his arms.

They sleep so soundly and peacefully. With no problem in the world, he wish he could kust let them sleep and don't make them view rhe conflict in the world.

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Days turns to months, months turns to years. Many have come to their place to demand justice to what they did, yet the two stared down at the people whos heart slowly turning into a noir as they enter their fortress.

{Pseudo... Are we doing a bad thing?}

Holding the sleeping bun, Bee turn to look at his comrade who's standing beside the puppet clone of vermillion suit of card.

( What. Why? Spadechi go throw a polyarm that asshole who's trying to climb the railing.)

The bunny question him but saw a hatefully fae that tries to climb on their fortress, the ace of spade nodded and quickly shoot spear at the direction.

Giving a thumbs up as the person floop to the ground and turning into a mooch of red, beautiful yet deadly man eating flowers starts to eat them as if it never been feed before.

( Omg there's more of them...)

Pseudo saw that the angry fae keep coming.

{ Use that spell then.}

Bee suggested. Pseudo give him a criminal offense side eyes at his word. he no longer repeated his question, maybe there's no point on asking such absorb thing, with what type of war they are in now. And what they did to go this far. Why would he question everything he did?

( You think I can do that, like I'm some pro)

The bunny cross his arms before he look at the bun in Bee arm who's sleeping again, so peacefully.

{ You have their core heart so it's possible.}

Bee pointed out.

(I... I don't want to over use their magic... What if... What if I accidentally break it?)

Gripping his chest, he felt the warmth of another heart, the moment before everything comes to an end before where his heart was destroyed.

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He remember bee waking him after putting a heart inside of them.

"Omae is gone... You wish for them to not exist."

The moment he wakes up, he was smacked across the face by an angry kohaku.

"What?! I don't! I will never wish that!"

Holding his cheeks he cannot believe, this person be this intense to slap someone awake.

" You indirectly did. That's why. You are to accompany me to make them exist in history, you have no right to say no."

He wasn't able to say more when he began to be dragged by him when he summoned the labyrinth of time before them.

" What... What the he--"

He don't understand how this guy able to do that even so he barely have knowledge about magic but the moment they enter the time labyrinth, they been roaming the walls for uncountable years, he don't even remember what time they began and what time it ended.

The travel to the time period they supposed to go took years. Those years he often get exchange places with his alternative self and learn about the world beyond what they know.

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Pseudo reach out to poke the bun who grab his hand happily before giggling.

"A--ahh... Ai.." the bun called for him. His eyes widen.

"...my flower..." He can't help but cry, somehow all this year's all worth it. Bee let him carry the bun who look at him who's tearing up.

"Nyoo..." Little bun reach out to wipe Pseudo tears away as the loud cry of people demanding their presence and to eliminate the foul creature they force to create.

"It's okey, those are happy tears..." He quickly comfort the little bun before they start to cry along with him.

(I don't know... But I'll do it. Once we're able to collect enough noir... We could should able too change what's been done right?)

He stared at his comrade and partner in crime. Bee nodded.

{ Well, there still stuff to do...}

Pseudo gives back the little bun to Bee before he signal the ace of spade puppet and others to go on position.

( Then I will do my part. Make sure they won't see the scene in bad angle ok? )

Bee nodded before he reach out for pseudo in one hand, the other held his hand. Two hearts of core fae appear before them. Glowing pure white and the other glow with intimidating aura of darkness.

Soon the madness Mansion slowly change it's form as the control is Slowly taken over by Pseudo who change it to another domain of dark towering castle of vermillion.

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All the fae who enter the fortress question why the place change but in the four towering doors that surrounded them, four figure stood up.

[ SING OUT OUR HIGH LOYALTY TO VERMILLION ]

A voice began to cast a spell, Pseudo who stood in one of the wall. The sun suddenly become hidden in the dark clouds. Glowing emerald eyes glare at them, the invaders who will try to take away his most precious person life.

[ aka to kuro no sekai ni hata wo kakage ]

From another side they saw another vermillion soldier who have purple hair grinning at them, showing shark sharp like teeth.

Dark mist slowly cover the area, making them all docile to the eyes of the predators, a dark chilling laughter of the phantom can be heard as those who suddenly cower all together regroup.

[ sobietatsu jouheki wa shikkoku no PRIDE ]

A angelic like voice that seems to pull them in false hope, making them all run toward the diamond tower but vines start to spread out and grow, slowly and surely crawling around them without them noticing it.

Others who try to look in the dark with spell only meet with an end of them screaming in pain as Vines grow thorns and intangle them, who show magic in hunger for flesh and powers.

[ shimesou ka ]

The leader of suit of cards soldier raise his hand up in midair, the symbols of four suit of card glow in the dark in the preceptive suits in four direction before it all reform into a glowing four colored gigantic spear from above.

[ mukae utsu suuto no SOLDIERS ]

Each one of them cast as they form the the stigma of their card as they said that,

Four spears all crashing down. Earning the screams that slowly becoming louder as the flower of vermillion grow in fasten speed with four suit of vermillion began their vanguard defense of the fortress.

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" Ahh.. ai? Bhebee!!"

The little bun wonder why bee covering their ears as the scream become louder and louder, the terror of the people who only wish to redeem and justice. Yet in the world, where there's no true villain without a reason or a real hero.

'There's only those strong who will stamp upon those who are weak to claim what they can't.' his purple eyes glared at those people. People that needed to be sacrifice, like how they all wish to do the same for this life.

"It's okey... Ai will come back soon." Kissing their forehead, he left to go deeper in the fortress. The puppet spiders all appear behind him.

"Assist them." He simple order before they all bowed and left to do as he ordered.

{× your one mad mad man...×}

The mad Hatter appeared beside him holding an apple, through he is only seen by him. The twisted version of him chuckle when he saw his domain have been turn into a place of his enemy. Such a sight to behold.

Truly those core fae have some ability unimaginable to others, to be able to recreate and even enhanced the ability of the other with their strong will and ability to an alternative world far from the original domain is from.

"I'm not mad. I'm just a hopeless bee in love." He mumble out loud as he stared at the bun in his arm who is sucking onto his ember bling bling again.

"Eheh. Bhebee!!" They called to him, so happily. Not realizing the chaos that began for them.

Hugging the warm and living proof that all his hardship is for something, he felt tears of what left of his humanity pour out as he ignore the cries and screams.

'No it's because of them, the world will never blame them. If anything, it's his fault to stick to their vows. He refuse to let go, he will never let go. The world can hate him, can loath and abandoned him.... It all doesn't matter if they are with him.'

"Yes omae? Do you want some food?" He sigh happily as wipe his tears away. There's no point in crying to a past tense.

"Ah!! Uhhpp!!!" The little bun reach up and he raise them up like they wanted, when they are in the same level as his face, they are quick to wipe their eyes and give soft kisses to his eyelid.

"♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) *Chuu *chuu. Nyoo tear!!! Happy! Only happy!! Eheh!" They said as Bee felt their unconscious use of healing magic when his fatigue from using such high level magic to use a grand spell from another universe that is area base one back to back without relaxation.

"Omae..." He mumble in surprised but his determination to continue inflame. "It all be worth it... I love you, I can't wait to see you again in the new beginning for us." He raise them up in the midair and throwing up in the air and catching them, making them giggle happily for more UP, UP.

As the two of them have their fun, vermillion slowly become noir flowers as the last fae who dares enter parish. That day a great massacre have happened in the history of fae but as years goes by the part of history fades away to dust as if it never once occur and the forest between the two sides that appear from nowhere divide the zone of white and dark.

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(Hurry up, the flowers are blooming!)

The bunny called as the fortress turn to it's last form in this world, to a garden that will never allow any tresspassers unless they are qualified to enter or else they all be eaten by those flowers.

{ Geez, calm down. }

Bee holding the hand of the bun the walk to the middle of the flowers of noir. Pseudo who's now, not effected by the flowers yawn as he made the Bun seat on his lap before Bee can say anything.

" My flower, do you feel sleep? *Yawn... I feel so sleepy.... " Pseudo keeps yawning as he made blob appear and play with the bun.

"Blob blob!!" The bun hugs the bunny as bee seat in front of them in the field of noir flowers..

"Its a good harvest." Bee commented. Pseudo stared at him who stared back at him as if he don't just said something foul.

"You did nothing to get this harvest!!" He complained. He remembers that his so tired after using the vermillion spell. He always get his head cut off when he slack off a moment between the verse of the spell.

"Hey, this is still my domain!" Bee said in defense. " Besides I keep the domain up since we come here and you said I did nothing? What if I feed you to the flowers huh? " The two began to argue before the little bun stops them.

" Nyoo fightin." And get smacked across the face with their chubby hands.

"Woahh... I been slapped!" Pseudo who finally spoke after a moment cried out... In happiness? Before he hugs the precious fae. "My flower I won't fight this silly bug anymore!"

"... *Sigh, sorry omae..." Bee ignored the stupid nickname as he pat the little bun head. Before he look around the field of noir. "... It's almost time... " He can't help be sadden about it.

(... We could stay here if your sad about parting.)

{ No. We cant. We overstayed already.}

As they said that they thought of those years they been through to get this far. Tears slowly pour out to the noir, that glows aurora colored as the core tears falls upon them.

"Woahh, pwetty..." The little bun who saw the wishing flower reach out for one and start to make a flower crown as the two watch them. "Crown!! For ai, and for ma hanii, bee" through they never done an amazing job it's still a flower crown. Putting them to the top of the head of those important people in their life.

"Lmfao, your flower crown have less flowers than mine." Pseudo commented as he felt self boost when he notice the difference. Bee stared at him with dead eyes before his eyes brighten, as he happily smile at the bun direction. "Thank ya so much omae. It's pretty."

"Uwuauh hanii, bee and ai look so dashing! Ehehe! Maybe I'll make more flower crown..." They giggle in happiness while looking at their handy work.

The three spend such quality time in the beautiful field.

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"Does omae want to sleep?" Bee saw the bun is yawning every now and then and can't stay awake without falling asleep every 6 seconds.

"Nyoo. Cant sleep..." They refuse to sleep.

"Why not?"

"... I have a bad dream..." They look down as they fidget. It seems their powers to see the future have awaken in pretty young age. "You guys going to leave me... I'll be alone... Have no body... Huhuhu... I don't want to be alone... " They began to cry. " I'll be good little bun, please don't make me sleep... Don't leave me... !!! " The start to weep. They can't handle it. Being alone, it's such sad thing. They are use to see those people who will smile at them when they wake up. To held their hand to say their not alone in the world. That someone is their family.

"..." The two become silent as they don't realize that their plan can be seen through by this core fae, little bun.

"Ah!! Please don't cry! Don't cry!" Pseudo quickly wipe their tears away. "Don't worry... It be a small time... And when you wake up, I'll be there!!!" He remembers how he meet them, he sure will be there for them. Maybe it's fate, his destiny, that made him enter the forest.

"Hmm, and one day, if you fall in the sky when you feared to fly... I'll catch you." Bee smiled at them. "So in the end, we still be there for you when you wake up."

"...r-really...?" They look at the two in hope. " Ah... Then, the THREE of us still be together when I wake up then?" They smile as if implying something. The two suddenly realize they been caught in an acting of the cousin of the number one actor.

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"...." The two become silent as they guess what you meant. " How did you see in the future?" Bee sigh as the little bun acting too mature when they made sure to not show any conflict in your eyes.

" (っ˘ω˘ς )I know who you two really are to me." You smiled at them. " My two precious people who did something unbearable and unimaginable for someone like me. (︶︹︺)" you can't help but sigh hopelessly.

" Woah... MC..." Pseudo can't help tear up again and hugs you, that they finally brought you back from nothing.

" Ai ai... Do you know, I am not going to say anything, cause ya are lucky I'm a fae and won't give you judgemental eyes for hugging cute little bun like me. When you are an oldie bunny." Even through the two don't age at all, all those time and stayed the same age as they last been with mc in their original timeline.

"..." Pseudo pause at your words before he blush as he realize what your implying.

"well, fae kidnap babies, so what's the problem with that? " Bee commented as he smack Pseudo face and steals you away to hug. "Omae... You shouldn't look too much in the future ok? It's better for you to enjoy your time at the present." It's hateful if your going to cheat and make yourself disappear again when you see something absorb as your fuck up fate' he grumble in his mind.

"But it's going to be boring to sleep without dreams... Hanii, bee." You pout as you hold a wishing flowers, you thought of something. " Once you go back... It be a suffering... You guys really don't have to go that far for me—"

" No. We still will/ but we will!" The two said in a unison " you are worth all risk..." Bee added hugging you, he is careful to not crush you in his arm.

"...bee can make a choice of your own you know... " You suddenly speak to him, it was odd. Its like your talking to him like his different person from your hanii. "No, bee is hanii... " You seems to be able to understand what's in his mind. "Bee have a free will... Don't let love consume you. " You commented. " The life you have... You don't need to dedicated it all to me."

"...no. I'm hanii. I'm not bee. I'm your hanii ok? And I'll do the same thing over and over again." He don't understand why two people implying something to him.

"*Gasp. Hey you! Don't steal their attention all to yourself!" Pseudo who don't understand the topic quickly takes you away from bee.

"Sorry... I actually... Know there's two routes... I'll forget about it one day.. or maybe I don't..."

"What?"

"One is only me in it. It's sad. Because my precious people isn't there but they are somewhere happy and Alive, it's a good route because you two are alive in the beautiful world. The other show watching tragedies of losing you two. Losing everyone and the world turning into a distorted lonely place, over and over again... I'm afraid to look more... All I see are the same image... I don't want to have false hope... That's why "I" did that. Because I'm happy to see you alive, everyone I cared for. To redeem the sin of my existence... I don't mind giving what I have to accomplish it... I'm selfish...I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... I'm selfish person. That's why in the end I stayed and choice the first route.." telling them the reason of the ending, why they choice the route where they are the one who disappear.

"If you choice the first route, do you know the consequences of your action?" Bee sighs hopelessly. "No? I can't view anymore once I'm gone but I saw you guys Alive. So I thought it's a good route."

"...that's a dumb idea then! Look as now! In the end, people you left behind will never be happy without you!". Pseudo nags you, not believing you were that crazy.

" Ehhh.. but I made sure it's bullet proof. That's why I made everyone forget--" you pause in your words when you felt the two stared at you in disbelief. "...I mean ahaha... I don't do anything of sort. 🎶 (´ε｀ ) " you tried to whistle your way out.

"... You little--" but it was too late, those two hear it and before you know it--

"AHAHAH.. stopppp..NO TICKLINGGGG!!(ಥ╭╮ಥ)" you laugh out loud as you been tickle by them.

"Omae, your so evil." Bee commented as he continue to tickle you, you squirm as your side hurts already from laughing too much.

"MC this what you do for long years of friendship?" Pseudo shed crocodile tears.

It should been something they will be mad, but it been so long since it happened. What important for them is that they have you alive and well again. Theres no point being angry about the past when they are the one who cannot let go.

"N-no more... AHAHAHAHA. S-STOPPPPPP AHAHAAH" You keep laughing as tears fall on your eyes and particular rolling in the field of flowers.

"No." They both said and your laughters could be heard around thr forest.

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"I'll sleep... I'll forget meeting you all. Like how you will forget this ever happened." You mumble as the three of you lay in the field of flowers. Holding their hands as the three of you stared at the sky.

"Why? Won't it be better at least remember you have someone who taken care of you? You always said your abandoned like dramatic little lad when we meet." Pseudo commented.

"... Ai really have to say my dark past out loud huh." You cannot help but gasp when your best friend have tells you off with a heartbeat.

" It's okey, my family accept as ya are my own anyway." Bee thought about it as he chuckle.

"... You Bastard, your so smooth!!" The other want to punch him for that smooth words just now.

"Hmm... *Yawn." You felt drowsy. "I'll make sure you guys won't be hated... That's why exchange for not remembering the time we have here... Everyone will not remember you two, the two people who declared a war against all fae-- to the world, to just see me be born... " You felt their hand grip on your tighten. "I.. I don't want you two to be hated." You mumble as the flowers glows around you, petals slowly travel with the breeze around the world. Memories slowly being alter, those life that was lost find their self in their new one.

"... Just how OP is core fae." Bee who notice you did some high level magic without sweat, can't help but felt trouble about something. 'how to keep your 'wife' if they are too powerful to be keep in a cell.'

"I don't know, does it look like I'm a born one?" Pseudo rolled his eyes at the question. "What now?" He felt the times is up coming up close. Soon he will return to his right time and forget this happened.

"I dunno, does it look like it happened to me before?" Bee use the same sarcastic tone as the other did, the bunny glared at him hatefully.

"Like a good show, one should have the best outro." You mumble, feeling sleepy even more.

" Oh? Then I'll go first then." His emerald eyes sparkle. Holding your left hand up to kiss the back of your palm as he seat up. " My flower, I will accompany you to the end... And do the same fit over and over again for you, because I love you. No less than this guy would... So even I'm just a mare light fae. Don't underestimate my love for you and even if you sick of me. I'll stay with you! Fuck this guy denial and complain, I'll be with you! There are countries in human world that allows those anyway." He chuckle as he give a middle finger at bee direction who only sigh with dead eyes. Not amuse by the joke.

" I promise to wake you up when times come and be your friend again. Or more. Ehehe." With a Last hug, Pseudo turn jnto beautiful flowers, as the breeze slowly return him to his time period. To do his last part.

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"Ahaha. Aira wakes up and start to tell me about the future I made (prequel 22)." You chuckle as bee made you lay on his lap. "Hmm.." you thought of something, before you bloop bee nose. You saw you spell work but he don't seems to notice anything.

"What?" He tilt his head but then heard his voice that seem different, high pitch like a kid.

"..." He stared at his hand and saw it shrunk. "Just how..." He really need to think how to predict your moves, he need to keep you lock up after all, especially what you did before.

"Now hanii, bee is little bun like me...!" You giggle. "Your so cute." You pointed out as you pinch his chubby cheeks. He cannot believe this. Just how are you able to do that but don't stop your own destiny?

" I dunno. Cause I don't plan to stop it. Besides without reason I felt I have no purpose. So even I can, I let myself chain in my fate." You answered him.

"I'm 5 steps ahead of you, hanii." You told him. " But if you want me to be in fair game with you, I won't gaze at the future anymore. So you won't cry out and complain about it." You chuckle and he proceeded to smooch your cheeks together.

" Nyooo swtappp!!' you complained as your cheeks get abuse again.

"Why are you so complicated?"

"Nothing good in being easy-- nyoooo!!" You were about to sass him out when he pinch your cheeks again.

"Leave my cheeks alone!!" You seat up and went on top of him to pinch his cheeks. No one get away from pinching your cheeks. "Cuteeee ehehe. So chubby cheeks!" You commented as he let you pinch his cheeks.

"I thought your sleepy? Where you acting again?"

" No, I get excited and can't sleep yet. Sing me to sleep. And I'll go sleep." You lay on top of him.

" Your one demanding person."

"Sing me to sleep, hanii or I'll ruined your plan." You give him an evil look. "geez. Your lucky I love you." He kiss your forehead before he start to sing a song for you.

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"Bee..." You called out to him. "Hmm?" He hummed. "Hanii want to just use you. But I decided other wise. That other you keep you consciousness. So if everything turns good. You won't just disappear..." You mumble feeling more drowsy as you hug him. "Bee is cute... Hanii is cute too. I love both of you even so others treat other as fake." You keep mumbling nonsense that he don't understand.

He just chuckle and play with your hair. Wondering what are you mumbling about.

"Blobbb." You reach out for your bunny who reluctantly went toward you. Holding the bunny you thought of it. "I'll let you stay with him. ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) *Chuu *chuu. I will meet you again soon." Showering blob kisses before he disappear from your arms to someone else arm

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Certain nameless angel stared at the bunny who is teleported to him and the bunny stared back at him with the same confuse face as certain light fae would have. Blob doesn't understand why there's another rival for his father (ai) with the same face at all.

"...why am I taking care of this stupid bunny..."

No name commented but takes out candy to feed the bunny who eat it from his hand, with his hand. Now the candivirous bunny is bitting his hand.

"... GET OFF!!." as he shake his hands from annoyance, the bunny let go and it's thrown to a small au that pop out from nowhere.

"Oh shoot. The bunny went elsewhere..." He went to au gem and saw many pink chibi walking around.

"What, what is this au." He never seen this au before but before he can look closely he was pulled away by the land lord of his and given to certain Mikejima. "Your in another duty, go away now."

"What are you hidding you sussy bitch..." He want answer but Mikejima already taken him to fix another mess.

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"Hmm... Good night, bee..." You slowly succumb to your sleep, yet you felt one last kiss from him before everything turn to black, his warmth that hugs you stayed with you till you forget and times flows by, history continues on its tale.

A cry wake you up, a stranger with emerald eyes wish to free you from captivity of roses, calling you the name "MC" and so the story began once more.

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Distorted Party adjourn!

Till then we shall meet again hundred to thousand times, till the very end. We will be together again.

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heart can't lose [55]

PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. langauge, erin gets lost, erin/markrin-centric kinda?, nari is very nosey

WORD COUNT. 1.2k

SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose

“OH, SHIT,” ERIN said as she pressed the power button of her phone one more time, realizing that her phone was now dead, and she was lost and alone at maybe seven in the evening, in a place she didn’t really know well.

She wasn’t supposed to go far, Chenle specifically told her to just walk along their area so she wouldn’t get lost, but she was so deep in thought (screw Mark Lee for occupying her thoughts again, she said in her head) while walking that she didn’t get to pay attention to where she was heading, and the next thing she knew, she was lost, and now had no battery left for her phone.

“This is how I die,” she mumbled to herself, looking around to see where she was, but everything still looked unfamiliar.

She sighed heavily before starting to walk again, walking past a pocket park where she had caught sight of a man with what she assumed was his dog. She stopped for a moment, contemplating whether she should go up to the guy and try to ask if he knew where the resthouse of the Zhongs were, since she remembered from Chenle’s tour of the house earlier, he had mentioned that pretty much everyone knew each other in the neighborhood.

Before she could decide whether to go up to the man or not, her eyes widened as the dog—which she now realized was a Siberian Husky—was already running towards her direction.

“Solar!” the man yelled, jogging after his dog. “Miss, can you—ah, crap,” he let out a groan as the dog had run past Erin, and she could only watch as the man also ran past her to catch his dog, eventually managing to do so while panting. 

Erin watched as the man crouched down to be on the same level as the dog, her eyes narrowing while he seemed like he was reprimanding his dog. “This feels weird,” she mumbled, because who even walks their dog at night? Nonetheless, she only shook her head and just decided to make her way towards them.

No harm in trying to ask for help, right?

“Hi,” she greeted, and the man turned his head to look up at her.

Oh, she thought. He seemed younger than she thought, although maybe a few years older than her. 

Seemingly not fazed by a random stranger walking up to him, he smiled up at her before standing up, not forgetting to hold the leash of his dog this time. “Can I help you?” he asked.

“Oh—uh, I think I’m lost?” she said hesitantly, and when he raised a brow at her uncertainty, she rephrased: “Okay, I got lost, but I’m not from here and I just started walking around, and I don’t know how to get back, plus, uh, my phone’s dead.”

“Why would you walk around alone in a neighborhood that you don’t know?” 

“I wasn’t planning on going far,” she defended herself. “Can you just, uh, help me get back?”

“You’re really trusting a guy you saw alone at night?” he questioned.

“I mean… you’re not exactly alone,” she reasoned, pertaining to his dog, which seemed to now be in its best behavior.

The man glanced down at his dog—Solar, Erin remembered—then back at her. “Alright, can you tell me where you’re staying, then?”

“Why, do you just know every house here?” 

“Kind of,” he replied, shrugging. “Not a lot of people live here, you know, and most of the people here had been here for years, so pretty much everyone knows everyone. Maybe I can call someone up for you, if that’ll make you feel safe?”

Erin pursed her lips, eyeing the man before her. She was the one that approached him, he should be the one more wary of her than she was of him. Sighing, she finally said, “I’m staying at the Zhongs’.”

His brows shot up, then nodded. “Really?” he asked.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You know them?”

“Mhm,” he hummed in response as he fished his phone out of the pocket of his hoodie. “Everyone knows them, they’re kind of the richest family in this area. You're staying at their family house?” he asked, glancing at her.

"Their resthouse," she replied.

He choked a laugh before turning his attention back on his phone. "A resthouse is... not what I'd describe that house. It's almost a mansion, and I’m pretty sure they're also located in a pretty secluded area of this neighborhood—which meant you were walking mindlessly for way too long to find yourself here," he explained while going through the contacts on his phone, then clicking on a contact and calling them up.

Erin smiled sheepishly at him and he chuckled before turning away from her, waiting for someone to answer the call, and she figured someone had picked up when he visibly perked up.

“Hey, Chenle?” he greeted, and she was surprised to hear that he actually knew Chenle, not just of him, and even had his number. “I’m here at the park, the pocket park near the daycare with—” he paused, looking at Erin as if asking her name.

“Erin,” she mouthed, and he nodded.

“With Erin. She’s here with me,” he repeated, “Should I take her back there, or will you—okay… Okay, alright, sure… Of course, yeah… Bye.”

After the call ended, he turned to Erin who was looking at him expectantly. “He said I should walk you back, but they’ll meet us halfway,” he told her before handing his phone to her.

She furrowed her eyebrows, glancing down at his outstretched hand that held his phone, then looking back up at him with a questioning stare. “Why are you giving me your phone?”

He shrugged. “It might make you feel safer, that you can call or text Chenle, since your own phone is dead,” he simply said. “Even if I know your friend, I am still a stranger to you,” he added before sending her a smile. “Which also reminds me—I’m Arkin, by the way, and this—” he pointed at his dog— “is Solar. She’s my family’s dog.”

Erin stared at him in amusement for a moment, before giving a single nod and taking the phone from his hand. “Nice to meet you both, then, Arkin. I’m Erin,” she introduced herself properly, smiling up at him.

“Alright, come on.” He tilted his head to the direction they would be walking to before he started walking, Erin following closely behind him and his dog.

After getting off the phone with Arkin, Chenle had turned to look at his friends who had been waiting for any news about where Erin was.

“So?” Hera was the first to speak up, “Who was it?” 

“That was Arkin, he's from around here, but he’s also—” he was cut off by a ping from his phone, indicating he just received a text. His eyes scan over the screen of his phone before nodding and looking back up. “Anyway, he’s with Erin right now, and he’s already walking her back, they’re on their way. I told him I’d meet them halfway,” Chenle informed, and everyone visibly looked relieved at his words.

Well—everyone except Mark.

“I’m coming with you,” he said, earning the attention of his friends—Hera and Donghyuck in particular, who had glanced at each other at his words. 

“Uh, sure?” Chenle looked surprised as well. “We should go now, though. Who else is coming?”

“I’ll go,” Hera said, standing up from her spot on the couch.

Donghyuck followed suit from beside her. “Yeah, I’ll go, too.”

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So remember when I said that I wrote something and it wasn’t cringe.

Well this is it.

Enjoy.

Or throw yourself off a roof, either is fine.

Questions, teasing, and blackmail

Lance poked his head around the corner into the kitchen, where Pidge and Shiro were leaning on the counter, talking about some new technology Pidge wanted to install to the Castle.

He grinned and walked in, where he could now smell the scent of cookies baking in the oven. Hunk’s doing, probably. “Guys, I kinda need your help.”

They both looked up, Pidge looking bored and Shiro looking concerned. “What is it, Lance?” Shiro asked.

“You guys know Keith better than anyone, right? I mean, Shiro, you’re practically his brother, and Pidge, well, you know everything about everyone.”

Shiro nodded and Pidge shrugged before a smirk formed on her face.

“What does this have to do with Keith? You finally admitting you’re in love with him?”

Lance’s face turned red and he tried to stutter out an answer. “Wha- I’m- I’m not in love! I just- I-”

Pidge and Shiro gave him “the look” and he stopped. “Not exactly. But I wanna know if he likes me back.”

Shiro and Pidge tried their best not to laugh, but did anyway, making Lance confused. They laughed for a full 30 seconds before they regained their composure.

“Lance,” Shiro said, a smile still on his face. “Keith’s been crushing on you ever since the Garrison.”

“Ha! I knew Keith was gay!”

“Yeah!” Pidge added. “He wouldn’t stop talking about you whenever I asked him how his day was.”

“Well, is there anything he really likes?”

The two paladins narrowed their eyes. “The color red.” Pidge suggested.

“Death.”

“Blood.”

“Hot Topic.”

“Weird emo crap.”

Lance managed a sarcastic laugh. “Ha ha ha, very funny. Come on, be real.”

“Alright, alright.” Pidge furrowed her eyebrows and hummed in thought. “He likes hippos.”

“Oh, and-“

“OKAY THANKS GUYS GOTTA GO FIND KEITH BYE” Lance started to run off, when it registered in his brain that Shiro was trying to say something. He walked back.

“What was that?”

Shiro smirked. “Knives.”

Lance rolled his eyes and walked off.

“Keith is on the training deck by the way!” Pidge called after him.

“Thanks Pidge!”

Lance continued his walk to the training deck. On the way, he devised a plan. Act normal, drop a few hints, then full out accuse Keith of liking him. If all went well, Lance would get the perfect reaction and a boyfriend.

And Pidge would get her perfect blackmail. Keith blushing and being flustered?

Premium stuff.

Good thing Lance didn’t notice her and Shiro following him.

After a few minutes of walking and Lance’s nerves acting crazy, he arrived at the training deck to see Keith fighting a gladiator. Lance felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he watched Keith train, mesmerized by the way his hips moved and how perfect his stupid mullet looked today.

“Hey Keith, heard you like hippos!”

Keith stole a quick glance at Lance (rhyme time), but didn’t stop the training sequence. “How did you know that? Only Shiro knows that. And probably Pidge.”

Lance rolled his eyes at Keith’s question. “I asked.”

“Why?”

“Well, there has to be something that the ever-stoic, emo, mullet head Keith Kogane has a soft spot for.”

“I don’t have a soft spot for hippos. I just like them.” At this point, Keith had defeated the gladiator and was ending the sequence. “And don’t say a word about my mullet.”

“And we got to talking about stuff at the Garrison.”

Keith tensed up a little as he walked closer to Lance. Could he…? No, right? “Oh really?” He did his best to keep his voice even.

Now Lance was getting somewhere. “Yeah! And a big black birdie and a small green birdie told me that you had a little crush on someone.”

A blush crept up Keith’s cheeks and he looked away. “It’s nothing, they were, um, straight. It wouldn’t have worked.”

A wide smile slipped onto Lance’s face. “I’m bi, Keith.”

At this point, Keith’s face was bright red. “O-oh really? I didn’t, um, I didn’t know that, haha…” his voice trailed off and his hand went up in his hair.

“Keith, your face is looking kinda weird~”

Keith pursed his lips. Was Lance really going to tease his blush now? Out of all things…

“There’s nothing wrong with my face.”

“Yeah there is.” Lance smirked. “My lips aren’t on it.”

“Wha- Lance!”

Click! Pidge and Shiro were laughing in the corner.

“Pidge!”

So those of you who read till the end, I have also started a Wattpad book and I’ll keep all the future oneshots I write here over there. My profile name is CocoaBee :p and the pfp is a leaf.

Thank you for surviving that long.

Comment your thoughts on this, I’d appreciate the help.

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[hellyeahheroes]

20 Writing Things I Wish I Knew 20 Years Ago

It’s my birthday. At 32 I feel old. I am still full of things I wish I learned earlier, when I started trying to become a writer. A lot of regrets for time wasted and mistakes made. So here is the 20 basic things I wish I knew 20 years ago. Maybe some of it will help someone else save off some time on their own path. If not, maybe you all will have a good laugh.

1. All Advice is Subjective

You will notice a lot of the points on this list are mutually contradictionary or make you go “this is just like an exception to point X”. This is by the design. All advice and all thoughts on writing you will ever read, this list included, is what is working for the person who wrote it, within the framework of their personal perspective and preferences. It may not necessairly work for you. Moreover, I am a person who often goes “but what about...?” when being told something only works in a specific way. There is an exception to every rule that is often a different rule  for different purpose. I would even say that every contradictory pair or rules exists on a sliding scale and it is your decision towards which you lean more or whenever you disregard one enteirly in favor of the other. Cherry pick what works for you, disregard the rest, if you find everything I say trash but walk out of this post picking even a single thing you find worth remembering, my time writing it was not wasted.

2. Rules Are Made to Be Broken

One of ironclad rules is that you can never make your hero too strong. That if they can just rollstomp over every opponnent then the tension of the story is enteirly gone and no one will care. We can look at several titles that didn’t listen to it and never gained any fame, now being doomed to obscurity forever, like Hellsing, Overlord or One-Punch Man. Wait, they’re all popular? And most popular superhero of all time is Batman, despite being at this point a giant meme about how he always wins?

(sidenote: don’t come at me with some crap how Batman struggles or you can believe he is in actual danger, it may be just me but I never could beleive he will be anything, but midly inconvenienced at best, since he unbroke his back in the 90′s. Not even when he was laser-point nuked in the face by cosmic god of fascism, from which he walked out perfectly fine btw)

For every rule you will read, there is a perfectly good way, several even, to disregard or break it enteirly. Honestly, you can do whatever you want, as long as you know what you’re doing. As a matter of fact, you should question every rule, even on this list. As I have said before,  they often are made by and for people with specific outlook in life, that reflect on their writing.

Just so you don’t think this is baseless rambling, even the pros are questioning the validity of supposedly fundamental rules all the time. I’ll demonstrate this on a big one: Viet Thanh Nguyen has argued in 2017 that the “show don’t tell” rule, which so many take as gospel, is a rule invented for white people born in country they publish and pretty much useless for POC and immigrant writers, who may often need to describe emotions and experiences impossible to show. Eric Bennet points out the rule was, not even joking, part of CIA’s Cold War propaganda effort. Cecilia Tan on the pages of Uncanny Magazine #18 opens her own dissection of the rule with “ Yes, the dreaded “infodump” is seen as a hallmark of bad writing, but it’s faulty logic to conclude that therefore all infodumps are bad. Try telling that to Neal Stephenson the next time he wants to exposit about Sumerian”.

3. You Cannot Break What You Do Not Know

Fuck ‘em rules, got it? However, you cannot accomplish it without actually knowing the rule, what it does and why people adhere to it. The cases of ignorant gracefully stumbling into a great subversion or a fresh take on a cliche are few and far in between. It’s not that they do not happen. but the chances of you managing to pull it off are too slim to attempt it deliberatelly. If you want to break the rule you first need to understand how it works and where are it’s weak points and most importantly, what happens when you do break it.

4. You Can Have Too Much Of A Good Thing

This really applies to anything I will advise, but since we mentioned breaking the rules and subversion, it comes with perfect illustration. Why did Game of Thrones finale suck so much? In my belief it is because the show was designed on the principle of subverting, deconstructing and defying as many tropes of classic fantasy, chilvaric legends and fairy tales as possible. And that did carry it on for a very long time by the sheer novelty. Then came a moment they had to actually set up the end and creators found themselves in a pickle. Because there was no way to set up a satisfying ending that did not, in one way of another, play into the same tropes and genre conventions they spent so much time tearing down. So they ended with narratively unsatisfying clusterfuck that seems more concerned with defying expectations than actually giving a proper conclusion. Staying true to what got the series popular in the first place and making something that feels narratively complete at the same time turned out to be impossible.

5. Have Something To Say

Everything you write is saying something. Everything that has a story is going to have message, themes and politics. Every book, every comic, every game. People who rush at you with examples trying to prove how such claim is wrong either do not see or willfully deny what lies at the very core of that example. That or said an exception proving the rule. Demanding someone proves to you politics of Tetris only shows that you need to be some abstract nonsense, divorced from any semblance of the narrative to not have politics in it.

You either will say something intentionally through your story and shape it to fit what you are trying to say, or you will do unintentionally. And believe me, people are gonna take different things from your creation anyway, last thing you need is to let something from your messy subconciousness slip through.

Be passionate about the story you tell, be passionate about its message. Speak of things you love, speak of your fears, speak of what angers you. Writer cannot be detached from the world, from life or from people. You’re not a dispassionate, objective observer removed from reality. I get you may be shy, or feel your own experiences aren’t worth talking about. Or maybe the memories are still too painful for you to open that particular wound. That’s okay. But I’m sure you are passionate about something. Even if your work is deriverative in some way. I touched upon it in my previous list. Even if you’re passionate about things like fictional characters or stories, there is likely a deeper meaning to them, that resonates with you. Tap into it.

6. Shut Up

Stories have different levels of clarity. In some it is obvious what is happenning, others intentionally muddle the waters to confuse the audience. Readers should put down your work having clear picture of everything you wanted to make clear. At the same time, they should be full of question and uncertan about things you purposefully left ambigious and unexplained. The former requires no explanations from the author outside the work itself. The latter should never be explained that way. If you find yourself having to go on the record and explain or clarify things you didn’t intend to left out unexplained, you fucked up.

7. Take Care of Your Needs

Don’t write when you’re hungry. Don’t write when you’re sleep deprived. Don’t write when you’re horny. In each of these cases the quality of your work is going to suffer. Even smut needs you to look at a sex scene with a rational, un-horny eye once in a while. Eat a hot dog, take a nap, masturbate. Take care of your needs, then go back to writing. If you know a scene can cause you to crave one of your needs, go take care of that need in advance and THEN write it. Similiarly if you know the writing you’re about to do may hit one of your triggers, prepare the tools of emotional support of your choice at hand.

DISCLAIMER: I have never done drugs aside coffee, not even a smoke. I have no fucking idea how this advice may interact with addictions so please do NOT take it as encouraging you to do that kind of things.

8. Characters Matter More Than The Plot

Plot does not matter as much as people like to think. At the end of day it is merely a framework within which the characters operate and interact. You can craft the most complex, intricate plot ever created. But if it unfolds for a cast of dull cardboard cutouts that have less agency than a pawn on a chessboard and seem more concerned with saying lines that will get them quoted on Tvtropes than experiencing actual human emotions, nobody's gonna give a shit. Great plot will not save the story with bad characters, but the opposite is very much true - if you have great, multi-dimensional characters and respect their choices and agency, people may stick with you even if the base plot is a convoluded storm of cliches and a mess of increasingly nonsensical events. As long as it feels that it is convoluded storm of cliches and a mess of increasingly nonsensical event that the characters made by their own choices and actions.

In RPGs an equivalent of this advice would be “situations, not stories”: Don’t design a story of what is going to happen on a session and then railroad the players to experience it. Create a situation, have a plan how it would develop if the player characters never got involved, then let them wreck it with their own choices and decisions. I’m not sure it is applicable to writing, however. At the end of the day YOU control ALL of the characters. They aren’t real and do not make their own decisions, you do it for them. Ultimatelly all chocies they make are serving to tell the story you want to tell. However if you can convince the readers of the opposite, make them believe that characters make choices in accordance with their personalities, instead of making choices you WANT them to make, that you respect their agency first and foremost...well, that’s what we call a “character-driven story”.

9. Plot and Theme Are Intertwined

Similiar to previous point, themes you are exploring in your story and the message you are telling won’t save it if the events makes no sense. The plot should complete and explore the theme. That means plotting the events that show the protagonist issues related to the theme and force him to take a stance. While showing and exploring opposing viewpoints to intended message can help with that, overall the main character should journey to learn the lesson you want the audience take from this work.  Or, if they have a negative arc, they should learn all the wrong lessons so that the audience can see their downfall as a cautionary tale. If your theme is that murder is wrong but the plot rewards the protagonist for killing until he makes a sudden turn in the finale, suddenly feeling bad for killing a girl he fancied, but not about slaughtering his way through dozens of human beings through the whole story, it will feel jarring. Unless the real message was that the protagonist is a huge asshole, that is.

10. Aesthetic Is Narrative

The stylistic choices, be it in art, set/costumes or description, are part of your narrative and inform the reader what kind of a story it is. Say a character decides to join the good guys and gets a costume change. The moment they step out of changing room will send a different message if that costume is an army uniform, a padded biker suit with red scarf floating on the wind or a black, sleevless leather jacket with a dojo symbol on the back. First one evokes an image of a rebel being brought into the fold and tempered by military discipline, second implies the character’s newfound desire to protect the innocent by bringing to mind Kamen Rider and Tokusatsu heroes, and the last suggests a “reformed, but not tamed” wildcard deciding to fight for the school he respects.

This applies to what the character is wearing but also their overall design, body language, as well as the scenery. Imagine Jenny the Thief, dressed in plain clothes, scuffling nervously through the alley, keeping to the shadows cast by tall castle walls and towers, that the narrator compared to claws of a monster trying to grab sun from the sky. It evokes a much different image that the same Jenny dressed in colorful dress with many acessories, striding confidently, wishing one of palace’s fantastic towers would be casting a shadow on this back alley, so that she doesn’t need to suffer Sun’s full attention.

If you’re working in a medium that utilizes music, this appleis as well. For evidence, listen to 3 different entrance themes of professional wrestler the Undertaker - Rest In Peace, Keep Rollin and Memory Remains - and think about how they evoke a vastly different character.

This is also why an overt sexualization of women is often so cringe-worthy. It’s not that this is always bad (though I despise it on many levels), but it has its place and time. If a vilainess shows up in a skintight latex suit with proportions and body language of a stereotypical dominatrix femme-fatale, you better be writing smut or at least a shamelessly horny pulp, not a hard science story about troubles of long-term space travel.

Important exception, of course, is a deliberate subversion. A character whose looks are supposed to evoke certain set of expectations, only for their personality to be near total opposite, when used properly can make us question the reader’s assumptions and biases. For example, my favorite DC superhero is Cassandra Cain, whose costume as Batgirl evokes an image of typical dark and gritty 90′s antihero, and who actually has stronger moral code against killing than even Batman. Be warned, however, that this subversion must be done deliberatelly and carefully, othertwise it will just become jarring.

11. Google Every Word You Make Up

Stole this one from this very website but it’s worth repeating. If you make up a term, google if it doesn’t mean something unfortunate in some language. I’m just going to point out how at some point Magic the Gathering made a character named Sram and I will never stop laughing at them for that, because in my native tounge “sram” is a very vulgar way of saying “I’m taking a dump”.

12. "Convincing” not “Realistic”

Nobody wants a realistic story. We do not care what would be a realistic outcome of doing X in real life. What people want is to be convinced this could happen. We want to believe this could happen. We can take a lot of a story, even something so over the top fantastical like Gurren Lagann or Devil May Cry. But we need some point of reference for characters actions. Dragons, giant robots, eyes that are portals to punch dimension? We can buy that easily with some bit of handwaving like “divine will” or “the X gene” or “Minkovsky Particles”. What is really important is to convince us the characters are making decisions rational humans would. Not just the characters, but the world itself. We need internal consistency to your world’s rules and to the sociopolitical actions taken by nations and societies of it.

This is why we won’t usually accept in-universe excuses for something we know is a stupid decision. Your heroine can wear an “armor” that is basically just a metal bra because “she cast a spell of protection that defends her as much as a full plate would”? Yeah, that is still going to break my suspension of disbelief. In theory there is no threat to nurses, lawyers or teachers at work. But no woman who wants to be taken seriously in any of these jobs would come to work in a bikini, would she?

I will admit, what one finds convincing can vary from a person to person and may even change within the same person overtime, as their experiences pile up and perspective is refined. You might have seen it in some recent sentiments, like “When I was a kid I found Wheel of Time unrealistic because it was so hard for the heroes to unite the nations of the world against evil. After last few years, I find it unrealistic because they DID manage to unite everyone at all”.

13. Pick Characters Who Contrast Each Other...On Equal Footing

There is a lot of advice on why it is important to make characters who are great foils to one another, especially the protagonist and the antagonist. But what people forget often is that it is important to give them enough ground to stand on equal footing. Enough narrative weight it doesn’t feel one orbits another, existing only to enrich the latter’s story. If in Iron Man II James Rhodes, Justin Hammer or Whiplash asked “ Big man in a suit of armor. Under that what are you?” and Tony Stark just replied “ Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” , we would be quick to dismiss their question. This is because each of those characters, while contrasting Tony in different ways, is not as well-developed as him or given enough narrative weight to stand on his own, they are merely there to help tell his story. When this exchange occured in the Avengers, however, it became one of most memorable moments. Because the man asking was Steve Rogers, a character of equal narrative importance as Tony.

This is why so many people love good villains and rivals. Because they are sometimes the only people getting as much narrative pull as the hero. And yes, that is a dig at the Whiplash in Iron Man II not being well-written.

14. Make Sure Your Character Fits The Story

If Otello and Hamlet switched plays, neither would happen. Quick to action Ottelo would have Cluadius’ head on a pike before his father’s ghosts is done speaking. Always doubtful Hamlet would question Iago’s words enough to realize he is being played. Shakespeare choose to tell the story with each character because their flaws were what lead them to a tragic end in this specific situation.

Think carefully if your hero actually works for a story you’re trying to tell with them. Don’t bend over backwards to make it about a character you think will be more marketable for target audience. People can tell when you’re doing that and it always rings false to the whole story. And if you have to contrive reasons why you’re telling a story about your protagonist in the first place, the chances are that the story would benefit from cutting them out. Usually when that happens, there is someone in your supporting cast who fits the role of main character much better. For example, in the comic book version of the Boys Billy Butcher and Wee Hugie are incredibly boring choices for the protagonist, as each’s motivation to oppose evil corproation, and superheroes it makes, boils down to “they killed my woman”. Compare it with Mother’s Milk, whose entire life has been ruined by the same corporation and who lost his entire family due to that corporation’s actions, and he makes much more compelling character.

15. Not Every Trope Fits Every Story

Let us take previous point a step further. Each genre has its own conventions that you need to respect to a degree at least. There are storytelling tools that may work in one type of story but not in another. Casually killing characters for shock value may work wonders in a gripping, dark fantasy war story like Glen Cook’s Soldiers Live. But comic books like Ultimatum or Avengers Arena have shown that it does not translate well into a shared universe of uplifting superhero narratives. Readers of Cook come in with an unspoken understanding that he is writing a brutal world, where death is quick and merciless and does not care who you are. His heroes are, at the end of the day, just humans. Slaughtering superheroes right and left just makes the reader ask what exactly is different now from all those times when they saved the day with a smile. Why are they sudenly dying when other heroes are fine? Why is this edgy bad guy with tech able to kill someone who survived one-on-one with an actual god? And if you cannot provide a convincing answer, the audience will feel like you’re just flipping them a bird for liking characters you don’t care for.

16. Not Every Genre Fits Every Story

Taking the last two points even a step further, you need to make sure you are telling your story in a genre, or even a medium, best suited for it. Infamous creepypasta Sonic.exe can only work if you don’t think about what is happenning for more than five seconds. Othertwise you realize that the narrator is for some unexplained reason unable to tell fiction from reality and freaking over characters dying in a hacked copy of Sonic the Hedgehog game more than over death of his friend...and then playing anyway. A very common opinion, that I share, is that the story would be much better off if it ditched human narrator and presented itself as a dark fic, a genre always open for another “beloved character suddenly goes serial killer on the cast” story.

In more broader sense, there are things a specific medium does better from others. If your story relies on heavy introspection, discussions of complicated scientific concepts and thick worldbuilding, chances are it will work best as a novel, than a comic book. If you want to have a lot of martial art battles, any visual medium is likely going to convey it better than written prose. But even then, you need to know different forms of that medium to match your specifics. Western comics have length of 20 to 36 pages per issue, depending whenever its American or European standard. The audience excepts to get, in one such issue, roughly balanced mix of verious elements, which is why most action scenes are going to be swift, maybe only few pages. Meanwhile manga is used to hyperfocusing on a specific element of story at the time. It is also more decompressed, with longer chapters of 30+ pages on average. Meaning it fits more a drawn-out battle full of twists and turns over the course of multiple chapters. If your want to make an action-packed show or a film, live-action budget can much easier take in something closer to real life, with little to no powers, realying on choerography and actual martial arts. Meanwhile, in animation it is going to be as expensive to make two people fight one another regardless if they’re throwing around knives or laser beams. Of course if you overcomplicate on the powers, you can reach a point where it would be better off as a prose after all, which is why it is important to know what kind of story you want to tell in the first place.

17. Set Up Some Lines

Once in a while you come across a work that does something that is considered bad in this genre, medium or just this kind of story. And yet gets away with it, at least for you, if not for everyone. Maybe it does a particular trope you usually dislike but manages to pull it out just right to not bother you. Maybe they did something that made your most hated type of character at least bearable? These are worth studying as to how do they accomplish this, obviously. But it is also useful to note them as a line in the sand, so to speak. They clearly hit a sweet spot before the overdone thing becomes actually overdone. If you ever find yourself dealing with this kind of topic in your own writing, you can reffer to the line.

For example, let’s say that you’re wondering whenever to make a superpowered battle series a comic, animation or a prose. You may look at something like JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, a franchise that has been for decades getting away with having very complex abilities and characters explaining and/or analyzing them in great detail, despite it being something that should be avoided in a visual medium. You can set up a “JoJo Line” by asking yourself - would an average character of my story need more time/page space to explain their powers than an average one in JoJo?”. If answer is yes, you should probably make this a novel.

18. What You Do Not Show (Doesn’t) Matter

If you relegate certain action or things done by a specific character to happening “off-screen” and merely be something we see a result of, or are told about, you send a direct message this thing or character doesn’t matter. If you want to make sure readers consider a character competent at something, you need to show them being competent at it. Think of every time you have seen a scene where hero bursts to the room to save a woman from a villain, only to find her fine and the baddie tied up. How many of them actually established the woman in question as a badass in her own right? I bet you it were only those where we actually have seen her fight or outright overcome the villain, not the ones where it all happenned off-screen. Adventure Time brilliantly parodied how useless this type of scene is, by showing us how an incompetent villain manages to accidentially tie himself up, in front of a very confused girl, and heroes severly misread the situation.

What I’m trying to say here is that things you choose to not show matter....because they don’t matter. Your chocie what to ommit enforces an idea what the story is about and that the part you skipped is outside of that scope. It informs the focus of your narrative and the idea of what is relevant or irrelevant. So if you want a character to be part of main cast, be wary of pushing too much of their accomplishments or arc to happen off-screen. In case of accomplishments you can skip them if you already showed character good at the thing. If you have established the hero as badass by showing them beat a big, strong enemy, you can probably skip them fighting some losers as we know what outcome will be. You can then only show hero’s fights if there is an actual risk the character losing, to use what you were previously not showing to enchance the tension. But if you ever show the character losing and all their victories are from off-screen fights, it just shows they’re a fake who cannot win against a real opponnent, and their reputation as strong is as good as an informed ability. After all, if we never see them win, how do we know their “victories” aren’t just all from enemies slipping on a banana peel?

19. Overt Complexity is Self-Congralutatory

Resist the temptation to make the villain’s plan overtly complicated. The more steps the plan needs to accomplish, the harder it is to believe when it goes off without a hitch. It is very easy to reach a point when the plan no longer makes villain look like a master manipulator, but as if they have crystal ball and can see the future, as they account for events they had no way of knowing about  

Make sure to keep your villain’s goal in mind and that the plan is actually serving accomplishing the goal and not just showing how smart the villain is. I recommend studying a movie Usual Suspects for this and realizing how the villain’s plan ends up undermining the very goal it was conceived for, just because the writer wanted to make sure we see him as a mastermind.

As with everything, remember you can have too much of a good thing. Gargoyles’ David Xanatos showed us that villains who can accomplish secondary objectives can look smart even if their main goal is thwarted. But the same writers’ Young Justice has took it to a such extreme it became a joke and sucked all tension from the story - why bother caring if we know the bad guys from the Light will win? Because they always win, even if they lose, they still win.

20. It’s Okay To Figure it Out As You Go

I bet this all feels very intimidating. So let’s me make one thing clear as my closing words. You do not need to have fully fleshed out characters before you begin plotting your story. It’s okay to not have the plot all figured out before you choose the theme of your story. Hell, it’s okay to just start writing scenes with your OC and figure plot and theme as you go. It’s okay to go without a plan or unprepared, stumble and make a note of the issue. At some point you will need to make revisions anyway, first draft is always supposed to suck. Once you finish it, you can start ironing everything out so that it fits neatly together.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to me

-Admin

[brooklyn-xoxo]

Dabi and y/n get drunk and end up sleeping together

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“Yeah? Well *hiccup* you don’t have to be *hiccup* down. We could *hiccup* have fun together.” Dabi says drunkly.

“Oh yeah?” y/n manages to slur out.

“Why not *hiccup*, we only got one life. We might not get tomorrow, let’s do this shit tonight.” Dabi sits back in his chair, chuckling at nothing now and then.

“I’d never turn *hiccup* someone like you down.” y/n says, receiving a drunk smirk from Dabi. You both know you wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow. You both decided to go out your comfort zone.

“Imma love on you tonight, girl.”

“Can’t promise you tomorrow, so why not.”

“Let’s do this shit tonight. Your place.”

“My place? *hiccup* okay. One this though, I might’ve have drunk a little more then a I should tonight. *hiccup* Cant promise I won’t punch the crap out of you when I wake up.”

“Don’t worry, the *hiccup* best part is not remembering.”

“I don’t know your name, but whoever you are, just give me 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 tonight.” You try not to hiccup.

[time skip]

you wake up feeling sore, mostly on your legs, inner thighs, and….huh??? You could barley move your legs, what were you doing? All you could remember is eagerly waiting for your 7th drink of the night at the bar.

As you roll your eyes, finding it useless to use your legs anymore, you use your arms instead to sit up. Your eyes wonder for a bit around your room, it a complete mess. Some pillows were on the floor, some pens you had lying on you small desk were on the floor, your socks and high heels from last night throw across the room, and the clothes you were wearing last night…. thrown right beside them. There were also some other shirt and big jeans you don’t remember wearing.

Before you could think or question why, your eyes traveled to the other side of your bed. There, you saw a man covered in what seemed to be burns on you bed. Your eyes widen as you realize you were naked, and so was the person beside you.

“Oh shit…” you mumbled. You stumble out of bed, hissing in pain. You try to make it as fast as you can to the restroom.

“Tell me… I didn’t.” You say taking a deep breath before stumbling in front of your mirror. Your eyes widen still hissing from the pain in your inner thighs. You glance over every hicky, love bite, and mark that was inflicted onto your body. From your neck down, you were cover in every kind of love mark.

“Oh my god!” You gasp in disbelief. This wasn’t the first time you got so drunk that you ended up sleeping with someone but this looks serious. Jeez, the sharp pain you still felt still throbbing like no tomorrow. You slowly try to walk out the bathroom, holding on to things to keep balance.

You look over at your bed, looking to see if the person you saw was imaginary or not. The man you saw on your bed was now wide awake siting up on your bed. He slowly looked up at you, he must’ve heard all the moaning and groaning you were doing trying to get out of bed.

“I’m sorry…um…. did we—”

“Fuck? Almost 100% sure we did.”

“Oh.” You look down, not expecting the blunt response you got. You glanced over at your alarm clock which never seemed to go off. It was 1:28pm. Maybe the male was mad at you? You needed to apologize for such irresponsible actions you dragged him into.

“Look…. this was never the way I planned. Definitely not my intentions. I shouldn’t have got so drunk.” You tried to laugh it off somewhat.

“Jeez, I got so brave drinking in that bar.” You put your hand on your head almost like you remember the searing headache pain from last night. Dabi just gave you a look as if to say “oh yeah?”.

“I promise, this is not what I’m used to. You must’ve just caught my eye.” You say trying to choke out a laugh.

“It’s fine. This is the first time I got that drunk though.” He said as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Oh….yeah sorry.”

“It’s all good.”

[time skip]

The man in your bed had just put on his clothes and left. You were left sitting on your bed wondering what just happened.

“I don’t even know his name!” You say to yourself, it’s like you heard another side of you say “𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟”.

“Reporting live right now, we just got some news that the league of villains are making a move soon to destroy heros. Watch out for these villains.” The news reporter said on your tv.

“Villains?” You mumbled to yourself as your looked at the tv you forgot was on. You looked confused as they showed pictures of villains in the LOV. One of the men looked way too familiar. They said this man claimed to be ‘Dabi’.

“Wow….I slept with a fucking villain? Eh…. I kissed a villain?!?!” You put your hand on your forehead once more trying to process it all. You needed a little water on your face since you probably woke up with that Dabi guy an hour ago. You went in your restroom.

As you open the door and walk up to the mirror still feeling sore as hell. You notice a poster note on your mirror, it says to call him with a little winky face next to it. It also shows his number. You take the note and dial the number right away.

“Hello?”

“Hello y/n.”

“You know my name?”

“Yes, you told me it while you were drunk last night.”

“You remember being drunk? I don’t.”

“Well, I remember talking to you for the first few minutes, then everything else it a blur.” He laughed

“I just remembered having my 7th drink.” You laugh as well.

“Let’s meet up.”

“When?”

“Now.”

“Where?”

“Hmmm [address].”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit. Bye…..Dabi?”

“Yes, my name is Dabi. Cya there.”Dabi said before he hung up.

It’s not everyday you sleep with a villain, or meet up with one.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1003: The Kitaki's Photo Album Chronicles (Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney)

3:21 p.m. at Kitaki's Muffin Co./Household's Living Room......

Trucy: Oh. My. GOSH, WOCKYYY!~ (Eyes Begins to Sparkle at the Sight of her Boyfriend's Baby Pictures Prsented by his Father, Winfred Kitaki) You never told me you played as the Mad Hatter in the school play! (Pokes on Picture Wocky's Cheeks) You look so cute and squishy~

Winfred: (Chuckles Lightly and Proudly) Why, of course he does, little lady. He gets it from his momma and I, you know?

Wocky: (Already Covering his Face in Embarrassment) In more ways than one unfortunately.....(Slid his Hands Down from his Face While Turning Towards his Father) Do you have to show her EVERYTHING in that album? It's embarrassing to look at.....

Winfred: Well, how else am I supposed to show your little lady friend here how much of our pride and joy you are, boy?

Wocky: ('Scoffs') I dunno....Tell her about it or whateva''? (Reaches his Habds Put in Frustration at the Photo Album) That's obviously a better alternative than doing this crap!

Winfred: (Crosses his Arms at his Son) Then they wouldn't be nearly as believable as it should. It's always better to show something off rather than just talkin' about it.

Trucy: Yeah, I think you're being too harsh on these pictures, honey. (Smiles Fondly at the Photo Album) They're all so cute and precious that I can't even decide which one I love the most!~ (Points at a Picture of a Little Wocky Smiling and Standing in the Shot While Wearing a Large Dress Jacket and a Fedora on his Head) Like this one! You'd make the most adorable little baby gangster ever!~

Winfred: (Chuckles Lightly at the Photo in Question) Yeah, I remember the day that was taken all too well. My boy kept yammering on and on about how he wants to be the next heir to the Kitaki clan.

Wocky: (Shrugs) What can I say? I was a big dreamer back then.

Trucy: (Immediately Points at Another Picture Beside the Previous One) Ooh! And look at you dressing up as Aquaman for Halloween~

Woxky: They were already out of other superheroes costumes at the time, so I had to make due with everyone's least favorite fish boy here.

Trucy: (Pouts a Little) Oh come on. Aquaman isn't THAT bad of a superhero.

Wocky: Yeah, but he sure as hell ain't a great one either. His own apprentice is more cooler than him.

Trucy: The Aqua Lad in the OG Teen Titans or the one in Young Justice?

Wocky: Yes. (Notice a Photo Sitting Across the Other Side of the Page) Huh. I found a picture of me being a little magician.

Trucy: WHERE!?

As Wocky points at the picture, Trucy's eyes starts to sparkle once more before gasping loudly.

Trucy: Oh. My gosh. The attire. The pose. The hat. The smile~ (Turns Back to her Boyfriend With a Huge Smile on her Face) Wockyyyy!~ You looked so-

Wocky: Cute? Adorable? Fabulous even?

Trucy: ALL OF THAT IN ONE!~ (Happily Hugs Wocky Beside Her) You would've made a fantastic magician~

Winfred: (Nodded in Agreement) Agreed. (Frowbs a Little) It's a shame that those punks back at school,, made you lose interest.

Trucy: (Starts Frowning as Well) Yeah......(Pouts Again) I still wanna punch those jerks.

Wocky: (Shrugs Again) Hey, shit like that happened. Nothing else I can do but accept it. But at least I still got the magician's assistant gig, so it's not all bad.

Winfred: Ah yeah. I've been meaning to ask you about that for a while now. How are you liking it so far?

Wocky: (Smiles a Little) I'm really liking the gig so far. I was kind of afraid of messing it all up at first, but I managed to get the hang of the whole thing eventually. (Place an Arm Around Trucy's Shoulder and Hugs her Back) And it's all thanks to the Star of the Show herself. (Kiss Trucy on the Cheek)

Trucy: (Giggles Softly While Blushing a Little) Aww~ You don't need to thank me, Wocky-Kins. (Starts Snuggling onto Wocky's Embrace) I'm just happy you're having a great time throughout all of it. (Tirns to Winfred With a Bright Smile) Your son has been a huge help to me from the very beginning. I can't imagine doing a show without him around.

Winfred: (Smiles Softly at the Couple) Hm. Is that so? That's good to here. I could tell you two would make a remarkable team. (Turns to Trucy) And little lady?

Trucy: Yes, sir?

Winfred: (Gets Up From his Seat) This goes without saying. (Bows to the Young Lady in Front of him) But I would still like to thank you very much for the love, support, and care you've provided for our baby boy since the day you two fallen in love.

Wocky: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) I ain't a little kid anymore, dad. I'm a grown ass man now.

Winfred: True. Doesn't change the fact you're always our little munchkin.

Trucy: (Already Snickering) Little munchkin~

Wocky: (Immediately Glares at his Father While Blushing) Dad! Not in front of Trucy!

Winfred: And why's that? She doesn't seem too bothered by the nickname to me.

Trucy: (Giggles Softly) Are you kidding? I love it already!~ (Turns to Wocky With a Playful Smirk on her Face) You think I should call you that for now on....(Playfully Pulls Wocky's Cheek) My handsome munchkin~

Wocky: ('Sighs Heavily') I'll.......(Starts Blushing) Think about it some more, alright?

Winfred: (Chuckles With a Smirk on his Face) ('Heh') Well, look at you warming up to it so fondly.

Wocky: (Went Back at Glaring at his Old Man) Shuddup!

Winfred: (Chuckles Some More Wiping a Sibgle Tear Iff his Eyes) Now, as what I was saying....(Turns Back to Trucy) You've made my boy the most happiest young man on the face of this planet, for the longest time now. (Bows Again) And I will forever be grateful for your efforts.

Trucy: (Stares at Wocky's Father For a Few Seconds Before Smiling Softly at Him) You're too kind, Mr. Kitaki sir. If anything, I should be thanking you for letting me date your precious baby boy in the first place.

Wocky: (Facepalms Himself While Sighing Once More) Damnit. Not you too....

Trucy: He's the most sweetest, passionate, young man I have ever have the pleasure of meeting in my entire. (Bows Back at Winfred) And I hope one of these days, I will have enough courage to ask your son in his hand of marriage.

Wocky: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wait. You.....really wanna marry me someday?

Trucy: (Smiles Brightly at Wocky) Of course I do, sweetie!~ (Gently Holds Both of Wocky's Hands and Squeezes Them) There is no else I would rather spend the rest of my future with than you, Wocky Kitaki. And don't you even think about worrying about my magician career either. I'll do very best to balance that and our family life to the fullest. All I ask is that you'll continue to stay by my side no matter what.

Wocky: (Already in Tears) ('Sniff') Are you crazy? ('Sniff') Of course I'll always stay by your stay, Trucy!~ ('Sniff') I....('Sniff') I just hope....i turn out...to be good enough husband and father for you and our....('Sniff') future kids someday......

Trucy: And you will. Just keep believing in yourself and I can assure you that you'll do wonderfully.

Winfred: And your mother and I will be sure to give you the help and support you'll need when the future comes. And while I may not say it to you often....(Smiles Sincerely at his Only Son) Please know we will always be proud of you, my son. Now and forever.

Wocky: ('Sniff') Dad, i.....('Sniff') I......(Finally Criea his Eyes Put as He Hugs Trucy Very Lovingly)

Trucy: Oh my sweet Wocky-Kins~ (Happily Hugs her Boyfriend Back) It's okay~ (Gentky Ribs Wocky's Back) I'm not going anywhere~

Winfred: (Chuckles Lightly) I swear. That boy our mines is more emotional than his mother and I combined.

Trucy: (Giggles Softly) Don't I know it!~ He Looks so cute when he cries.

Wocky: I'M NOT CUTE DAMNIT!

Trucy/Winfred: Yes you are.

Wocky: ARGGGGH!~ (Continues Crying in Trucy's Arms)

Trucy: (Turns Nack to Winfred) Mr. Kitaki, I know it's too much to ask, but would you mind bringing us a blanket or two? (Snuggles onto Wocky Some More) I think our Cuddle Session is in order.

Winfred: ('Heh') Cuddle Session, eh? That brings back some memories.....(Finally Nodded) Alright. I'll bring them to you two in a sec. (Makes his Way to the Door Way of the Room) You make sure you stay by his side now, ya hear?

Trucy: (Happily Salutes to Winfred) Yes, sor!~ Happy Father's, Mr. Kitaki.

Winfred: (Smiles Back to his Futuba Daughter in Law) Right back at you, Trucy Wright. (Finally Turns Around and Makes his Way Towards the Laundry Room)

Happy Father's Day Everyone!

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[bakuhoego]

Kageyama Tobio.

who's in his third year of highschool, the man and the legend who's inlove and full time volleyball player. Nothing else on his mind except for that one sport, until...a certain someone made room for that small prick headed of his.

"hey Y/N" he sheepishly said, as he slid the seat right next you.

"Hi, did you finish the homework that Mr.Mark sent out last class" you asked.

"crap that one" Kageyama muttered, "it totally slipped my mind", scratching the back of his neck.

"why did i even ask, no matter how many times i remind you, you never tend to do it", you chuckled remembering the night after the homework was sent out, reminding him to do the work, even going far borrowing his phone and putting a set of reminder for him. In the end it was useless after all.

Kageyama stayed still, looking right at you contemplating. As you looked back questioning as too why he was hesitating.

"uhh.."

with a raised eyebrow you continued , "okay, why do you look like you have a stick up your ass, Tobio, you're making me anxious, do you have something to say or what" licking your lips and titling your head waiting for the lean,handsome boy in front of you.

which not to mention, you had a big fat crush on the said boy in front of you. The one and only Kageyama Tobio, the one who everyone labeled as cold, awkward, and only cared about the well known sport. Volleyball.

Ever since your first year of being in Karasuno, you can't help but be attracted to him, the skills and his cold aura. Playing volleyball skillfully and the passion that came along with it, that you can't help fall and admire. Of course you didn't expect much from him to notice you, but as soon as you became further into the years of being their manager helping along side with Yachi, is when the so called feelings came deeper and deeper then you anticipated.

the two of you became closer as time went on, you couldn't help but held on to that small percentage of hope that maybe one day Kageyama has strongs feelings for you too. The similar feeling that has been simmering down with you since the first year. But one can only wish.

As Kageyama continues on to his unfinished sentence, a sentence that one and including you can never expect. That leaves you completely dumbstruck.

taking a deep breathe, "we- well...." hesitating again. Bouncing the left leg of yours, of anxiousness, "what is he saying" you thought.

"Tobio-" before you can finished.

"ivenbeentalkingtothisgirlthativebeentellingyouaboutyouknowthatonegirlwhosinonemyclass" he blurted out, catching his breath.

Ah yes, that "one girl". As cliche as it sounds, you could and aimlessly call her that well known term nowadays called a "heather". She was pretty you gotta admit, smart and funny. which of course made you tight bit insecure. You don't know her as much, but as of recently all you've gotten from everyone and now including Tobio is that she's nice,amazing,beautiful and probably never ending wonderful traits that you would never get.

"oh" you continued on, " I didn't know, you were interested in her like fully-fully" you wiggled your eyebrows hoping to give of that teasing energy but having a disappointment tone laced through your voice. You were upset the matter of fact and any average person would know that, but knowing the said boy in front of you, there's no way he would get the hint.

"yeah" Kageyama smiles, "I mean, we've only been talking for a few weeks, and I know it's weird of me and such, but I like her I guess, maybe talking i don't know"

"a few weeks, god how pathetic can you get" you thought. "We've know each other for two years, and even so you never ever said these things about me" you continued you on with your thoughts

With a smile that should have been bright around him, mindlessly never reached to your ears. "well if you like her so much, why not make a move, you know invite her to the upcoming match y'all have"

Stupid you said to yourself, but you're not a spiteful of a person, and if Kageyama wished to like this mysterious girl upon him you can't but help to support and at the same time wish that it was you and not her.

Before he could let out another word, Mr.Mark walked in beginning the start of first period.

Patting his back, you turned right back to the textbook and paper infront you, furthering on not talking to Kageyama the rest of the class.

"Why the hell do you have a big ass frown on your face, you're making the whole ass place sad with your energy" Tsukishima snickered.

"That wasn't so nice of you Tsukki, I'm pretty sure Y/N had a rough day at school, didn't you Y/N?" Yamaguchi answered back to his rude childhood best friend.

following a deeply saddening sigh, "yeah I did, but it doesn't matter anymore" you forced smiled. "I'm totally over with it"

yeah "totally over my ass" Tsukishima thought

Tsukishima chuckled, "why? did your so called lover boy rejected you, I heard he found another girl toy to chat with"

"Tsukki! you know Y/n feelings about Kageyama", Yamaguchi glared.

forcing not to hear the last few words of his, you continued walking as you rebuttal with the tall ass french fry right beside you. "first, I wasn't rejected you shit head and second yeah whatever"

"whatever my ass, you're obviously upset and its legit killing the mood, who cares anyways" he grinned, knowing that he was just teasing

But as much as you would like too sass back, you didn't have the urge too, obviously angry and dejected for what happened earlier morning.

"You know what Kei, if you have nothing else better to say why don't you just fuck off. Cause clearly you don't care about your friends feelings. See you guys at the upcoming match" With that you said your last goodbyes to both tall boys and left.

As soon as you said that, tsukishima was left speechless, not uttering a single word after cursing him off. "i would say fuck off to myself, if i were you too" Tsukishima thought. "god how ungodly stupid of me".

"Good job Tsukki, why don't you just confessed would ya" Yamaguchi advised, after the coast was clear.

"yeah" rolling his eyes, "it's not like i haven't thought of that"

"Sorry Tsuki", "i'm just saying go easy on Y/Kageyama clearly just rejected Y/n without knowing Y/N feelings"

As the night went on Tsukishima and Yamaguchi bid their goodbyes leading on to the next few weeks towards the upcoming match.

With the last few weeks, everyone was stressed and focused to say the least. With the amount of pressure and burdened that had come with in, there was a lot of tension. Battling one of their biggest rival, Seijoh.

to the matter of fact also made you nervous, you had high hopes for your team, but knowing that there's a possibility of losing towards Seijoh was a fraught, especially how the team is inproving making you sweat like a sauna.

With that as to how busy everyone is, you talked less to everyone including Tsuskishima and Kageyama, perhaps everyone. Even being on the same sport team and being their manager, the memebers were all focused. Adding you towards the mixed, planning game strategies for the team.

Not even noticing, it was the day of the match, and just to add one more thing you were a nervous wreck, and you weren't even playing.

As you finally made it with the team on the court, you sat down preparing what the needs of the team later on, getting their bottled water filled and setting towels for them as the match ends. with that you sore on forward to complete the task.

Making your way back to the court, with the filled cold water, you spotted Kageyama. Yearning of wanting to wish him a goodluck and perhaps slid in a conversation with him. The past couples of week were rough knowing full well that you have just been heart broken, and even so risking the friendship you had with kageyama whilst avoiding him because of your weak dying heart not having the guts to talk and even face him when had the chance. But now, "a quick goodluck" would be fine. Just talking to him assuming would make you feel better.

As you slowly made your way towards him was when you saw a figure, a figure you somehow can't recognize. Walking forward, yelling slightly again for his name, to which of course he did not hear, and when it came to your third attempt as he finally looked back, smiling and sending you a small wave, to which his arms wrapped around the small figure next to him. Leaving you behind.

To your surprise, tears started to pool and spilled down the redness of your eyes and face. "god you never even had a chance, how pathetic and stupid of you, hoping for Kageyama to like you back" was what you thought in the spur of the moment chanting the same phrase over and over again.

Unknowingly to you, someone else was with you, watching as you bawled your eyes out. Looking up, reaching to pull his glasses that were now falling. Made his way towards you pulling your back towards him. "how stupid"

Looking up, was the tall ass french fry. Wrapping and hugging you with his comforting figure.

Wiping the tears, pretending that you've never had cried.

chuckling, "oh hi, I didn't even noticed you there" you laughed. "god sorry, my eyes are just profusely wet right now" attempting to hide the reason as to why you started crying.

leading him to rolling his eyes, to which you glared back.

He began to wrap his arms around you tighter, he leaned down, as his lips were right next to your ears, he continued.

"Go ahead, no ones stopping you", wiping the excess tears.

And this time, you didn't stop, crying till no tears were left.

[yourreddancer]

Robert Reich  Is Biden too old? Personal thoughts about whether he should run again

At 79, Joe Biden is the oldest president in American history. Concerns about his age top the list for why Democratic voters want the party to find an alternative for 2024.

I don’t think this reflects an “ageist” prejudice against those who have reached such withering heights so much as an understanding that people in their late 70s and 80s wither.

I speak with some authority. I’m now a spritely 76 — lightyears younger than our president. I feel fit, I swing dance and salsa, and can do 20 pushups in a row. Yet I confess to a certain loss of, shall we say, fizz.  

Joe Biden could easily make it until 86, when he’d conclude his second term. After all, it’s now thought a bit disappointing if a person dies before 85. My mother passed at 86, my father two weeks before his 102nd birthday (so I’m hoping for the best, genetically speaking). Three score and ten is the number of years of life set out in the Bible. Modern technology and Big Pharma should add at least a decade and a half. Beyond this is an extra helping. “After 80, it’s gravy,” my father used to say.

Joe will be on the cusp of the gravy train.

Where will it end? There’s only one possibility, and that reality occurs to me with increasing frequency. I find myself reading the obituary pages with ever greater interest, curious about how long they lasted and what brought them down. I remember a New Yorker cartoon in which an older reader of the obituaries sees headlines that read only “Older Than Me” or “Younger Than Me.”

Yet most of the time I forget my age. The other day, after lunch with some of my graduate students, I caught our reflection in a store window and for an instant wondered about the identity of the short old man in our midst.

It’s not death that’s the worrying thing about a second Biden term. It’s the dwindling capacities that go with aging. "Bodily decrepitude," said Yeats, "is wisdom." I have accumulated somewhat more of the former than the latter, but our president seems fairly spry (why do I feel I have to add “for someone his age?”). I still have my teeth, in contrast to my grandfather whom I vividly recall storing his choppers in a glass next to his bed, and have so far steered clear of heart attack or stroke (I pray I’m not tempting fate by my stating this fact). But I’ve lived through several kidney stones and a few unexplained fits of epilepsy in my late thirties. I’ve had both hips replaced. And my hearing is crap. Even with hearing aids, I have a hard time understanding someone talking to me in a noisy restaurant. You’d think that the sheer market power of 60 million boomers losing their hearing would be enough to generate at least one chain of quiet restaurants.

When I get together with old friends, our first ritual is an “organ recital” — how’s your back? knee? heart? hip? shoulder? eyesight? hearing? prostate? hemorrhoids? digestion? The recital can run (and ruin) an entire lunch.

The question my friends and I jokingly (and brutishly) asked one other in college—"getting much?"—now refers not to sex but to sleep. I don’t know anyone over 75 who sleeps through the night. When he was president, Bill Clinton prided himself on getting only about four hours. But he was in his forties then. (I also recall cabinet meetings where he dozed off.) How does Biden manage?

My memory for names is horrible. (I once asked Ted Kennedy how he recalled names and he advised that if a man is over 50, just ask “how’s the back?” and he'll think you know him.) I often can’t remember where I put my wallet and keys or why I’ve entered a room. And certain proper nouns have disappeared altogether. Even when rediscovered, they have a diabolical way of disappearing again. Biden’s secret service detail can worry about his wallet and he’s got a teleprompter for wayward nouns, but I’m sure he’s experiencing some diminution in the memory department.

I have lost much of my enthusiasm for travel and feel, as did Philip Larkin, that I would like to visit China, but only on the condition that I could return home that night. Air Force One makes this possible under most circumstances. If not, it has a first-class bedroom and personal bathroom, so I don’t expect Biden’s trips are overly taxing.

I’m told that after the age of 60, one loses half an inch of height every five years. This doesn’t appear to be a problem for Biden but it presents a challenge for me, considering that at my zenith I didn’t quite make it to five feet. If I live as long as my father did, I may vanish.

Another diminution I’ve noticed is tact. A few days ago, I gave the finger to a driver who passed me recklessly. These days, giving the finger to a stranger is itself a reckless act. I’m also noticing I have less patience, perhaps because of an unconscious “use by” timer that’s now clicking away. Increasingly I wonder why I’m wasting time with this or that buffoon. I’m less tolerant of long waiting lines, automated phone menus, and Republicans. Cicero claimed "older people who are reasonable, good-tempered, and gracious bear aging well. Those who are mean-spirited and irritable will be unhappy at every stage of their lives." Easy for Cicero to say. He was forced into exile and murdered at the age of 63, his decapitated head and right hand hung up in the Forum by order of the notoriously mean-spirited and irritable Marcus Antonius.

How the hell does Biden maintain tact or patience when he has to deal with Mitch McConnell? Or Joe Manchin, for crying out loud?

The style sections of the papers tell us that the 70s are the new 50s. Septuagenarians are supposed to be fit and alert, exercise like mad, have rip-roaring sex, and party until dawn. Rubbish. Inevitably, things begin falling apart. My aunt, who lived far into her nineties, told me “getting old isn’t for sissies.” Toward the end she repeated that phrase every two to three minutes.

Philosopher George Santayana claimed to prefer old age to all others. "Old age is, or may be as in my case, far happier than youth," he wrote. "I was never more entertained or less troubled than I am now." True for me too, in a way. Despite Trump, notwithstanding the seditiousness of the Republican Party, the ravages of climate change, near record inequality, a potential nuclear war, and a stubborn pandemic, I remain upbeat -- largely because I still spend most days with people in their twenties, whose fizz buoys my spirits. Maybe Biden does, too.

But I’m feeling more and more out of it. I’m doing videos on TikTok and Snapchat, but when my students talk about Ariana Grande or Selena Gomez or Jared Leto, I don’t have clue who they’re talking about (and frankly don’t care). And I find myself using words –- “hence,” “utmost,” “therefore,” “tony,” “brilliant” — that my younger colleagues find charmingly old-fashioned. If I refer to “Rose Marie Woods” or “Jackie Robinson” or “Ed Sullivan” or “Mary Jo Kopechne,” they’re bewildered. The culture has flipped in so many ways. When I was seventeen, I could go into a drugstore and confidently ask for a package of Luckies and nervously whisper a request for condoms. Now it’s precisely the reverse. (I stopped smoking long ago.)

Santayana said the reason that old people have nothing but foreboding about the future is that they cannot imagine a world that’s good without themselves in it. I don’t share that view. To the contrary, I think my generation — including Bill and Hillary, George W., Trump, Newt Gingrich, Clarence Thomas, Nancy Pelosi, Chuck Schumer, and Biden – have fucked it up royally. The world will probably be better without us.

Joe, please don’t run.

[from-a-reckless-writer]

iv. couch.

read on ao3

To Lena: r u busy??? U didnt answer my calls. Dinner later?

To Lena: my place.

To Lena: Or yours! Can totally go to urs. If u want.

To Lena: Lena????

To Lena: where are u??

To Lena: Answer my calls

To Lena: Pls?

Kara rounds the corner of her hallway, keys bitten, dangling from her lips, as she types with both hands. Her 67th text message of the day to an MIA Lena Luthor sent. She fails to notice the creature lurking around the front of her door; dark fur shining under the cheap LED lights of Kara’s corridor.

She’s still deeply absorbed in her phone with worry, in the middle of jamming her keys in with one hand, when something furry brushes against her legs and Kara yelps.

She pulls the knob clean out of the wood in shock, her phone dropping to the floor loudly, the cat doing a duet with her with a startled yowl of her own.

Heart hammering and adrenaline racing, Kara looks down and sees the cat for the first time.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasps, “I didn’t see you there, buddy. I’m sorry for startling you!! I didn’t mean it.”

The door knob clatters loudly to the ground as it falls out of her grasp. And Kara sheepishly feels guilty for the hole in her door. But the cat meows loudly, catching her attention, as if in response to her apology.

She crouches down low, and reaches out a hand to touch the furball. She snaps a quick pic, sends it to Lena and pockets her phone.

To Lena: KITTY!!

“Oh, oh come here,” she coos, “where’s your collar? How’d you get here huh?”

The cat reminds her of Streaky. The first stray who ever took to her kindly. Although upon closer inspection, Kara realizes this one has striking emeralds for eyes, Streaky’s eyes were a more softer blue.

The cat surprisingly seems friendly, immediately leaning into Kara’s touch. Nosing at the inside of Kara’s wrist and it’s such a familiar gesture but she can’t seem to remember why.

And...oh, a small rumbling echoes through Kara’s palm!

Oh, they’re purring!

Kara doesn’t know how long she stays there crouched low exactly, but eventually, she stands up, takes her hand away, and picks up the damaged doorknob.

“Well, time for you to go home now, buddy,” she tells them, giving their head one last pat before dusting off her hands on her jacket.

“Go on, shooo. Shoo. Go home. I’m sure your human is looking for you.”

But the cat remains unmoving. It looks like they’ve decided to sit firmly in front of Kara’s doorstep, casually licking a paw, as if waiting for Kara to open her door.

“Are you actually waiting for me to open my door?” Kara makes a mental note to thank Rao that none of her neighbors can see her trying to hold a proper conversation with a cat.

“Look, kitty,” she says firmly, “I’m not your human.”

The cat just blinks owlishly at her. Eyes too green, too intelligent and-

Kara makes up her mind.

She turns her face skywards, takes a deep breath (This will probably backfire, she already knows. But she's always had a soft spot for strays.) and then she pushes her door wide open.

The cat races inside, cutting through Kara’s legs and almost tripping her.

“Well, somebody’s excited,” Kara mutters under her breath, she watches the cat head for her living room couch; watches as they pause all of a sudden, changes course and jumps onto Kara’s coffee table instead.

Where the cat then proceeds to knock down everything in close vicinity, even the picture frame of her and Lena together.

“Hey! No! Bad kitty-”

But the cat is already hopping down from her pedestal, landing on the frame directly.

And then things get weird.

The cat proceeds to stomp all over it, meows loud, like really loud; insanely loud for a cat their size.

Her paw seems to be almost pointing? At the other person in the frame.

“I-” Kara seems taken aback by the bizarre behavior, sure she knows cats are vastly different from dogs, but this…

This is just weird.

The cat’s meowing only seems to get louder.

How you land yourselves in these situations, Kara. I really just don’t know, at this point. She can almost hear Alex say.

“What are you- Are you- are you pointing? That’s- That’s Lena, yeah. That’s my best friend.”

At that, the cat seems to vibrate. They start clawing at Kara’s pant leg, meowing and meowing and meowing—

And then it hits her.

"-but it turns out that she’s a witch. And apparently, so am I."

The green, green eyes.

A pink nose nuzzling against her wrist.

“Lena?”

******

“Oh, Rao! Lena you’re a cat! What happened?! Oh, no, baby what did you do?”

Lena-

Lena The Cat—and okay, so she’s still wrapping her head around that one—just stays silent. She’s sitting on her lap, looking regal than any cat has any right to be. A judgmental look in her eyes.

Lena’s a cat. Cat’s can’t speak. Can’t answer Kara’s questions.

“Right. Sorry. Only meow,” Kara murmurs, embarrassed. For some reason even in cat form Lena manages to be intimidating.

“Okay so, uh d-does that mean you still understand me? Two meows for yes. One meow for no.”

Kara gets two meows.

“Okay, cool, cool. Great. You can still understand me, that's good.” Kara runs a hand down her spine, “Gosh, your fur is just so soft.”

She hears Lena give a small growl, body tensing, “Right. Right. Sorry. Not the time for pets.” Kara retracts her hand away.

“Uhm, so next question then, I guess? D-did you become a cat this morning? Were you testing out your uhm...gift?”

Lena meows twice. Kara nods, clenching and unclenching her fist underneath her chin. Fingers itching to run themselves through Lena’s soft fur again. Lena seems to sense this, and nuzzles her face into Kara’s hand, bumps against her repeatedly.

“Really?” Kara double-checks, giddy. If she were human Kara bets Lena would be rolling her eyes like she always does when Kara does something particularly dorky, but she just pushes her head firmer against Kara’s hand and meows twice.

“So uhm,” she starts, cautiously, noting Lena’s increasing purr, “is there like a spellbook for this or something? Something that can help you transform back?

Lena meows yes.

“Is it in The Tower or back at your place?”

There are no responses.

“Sorry, sorry lemme rephrase, is it in The Tower?”

She gets two consecutive meows.

Okay, to The Tower it is.

******

“Are you going to tell me why you’re cradling a cat in your cape or??” Alex raises a brow at her, a hand on her hip, left foot tapping impatiently. Her sister was heading out for the day, it looks like. It was just tough luck that Supergirl landed one minute before the elevator took Alex.

Crap. Now they have to explain. They didn’t talk about this. Lena still hasn’t told her if it was okay to tell people about her gift.

“I-I rescued it,” Kara says.

Well, that isn’t so far from the truth, right? She stares at the bundle in her arms, Lena the traitor staying silent all the while—green eyes shining all innocent at Kara.

Alex’s stares intensifies.

“From a tree,” Kara flounders, and Lena The Cat has the audacity to yawn, squirm and jump away from her arms. She lands gracefully, tail swishing up in the air and heads straight for the lab.

Alex eyes the cat suspiciously before turning back to Kara. She jabs a finger to her chest. “It better not have any fleas. It better not touch my training mat.”

“She won’t.”

Alex just shakes her head, rolls her eyes, grabs her helmet and walks to the elevator.

Before she goes though, Alex says, “You know, this is gonna sound weird, but I swear I think I saw that same cat slinking out of The Tower earlier this morning.”

“Alex, she’s literally a black cat. There are hundreds of black cats in the city.”

“You're being weirdly defensive about this. Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not.”

Alex seems like she wants to say more, but the elevator dings, and she’s never been more grateful that Kelly makes Alex pick her up from work. Alex huffs out breath, before conceding and disappearing into the lift.

******

The camera flash is what gets Kara busted.

But is it really her fault if she walked in on a cute kitty, hunched over, meowing adorably, trying to flip over the pages of a thick spellbook, with her teeny-tiny bean paws?

Lena hisses at her, teeth-bared and fur puffy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you were just really, really, really cute okay?” She walks closer to the desk, carefully lifts a hand and scratches Lena behind the ear.

The hissing slowly devolves into purring, and Kara grins triumphantly. Lena lets herself be picked up after a few moments, Kara leafing through the pages for her.

“So, found anything yet?” She asks, cradling Lena close to her chest. A warm weight on Kara’s arms, and as much as she wants to get her real Lena back, she also isn’t too eager on giving up this version anytime soon. Then again, Kara thinks, it would be impossible for her to give up any version of Lena Luthor.

“Spell? Charm? Anything? Do you need to make a potion? Are we gonna get to make a potion? Oh, oh do you need a wand? Do you have a wa-”

Kara’s words get muffled as two black paws press against her lips. Lena’s green eyes narrowing at her. She meows at Kara. Loudly.

“Mkay, mkay. Shut up. Got it.”

Lena removes her paws, and Kara makes a gesture of zipping her lips together. This seems to appease Lena enough because the next second, a pink tongue darts out and she...licks Kara's nose.

“Did you- did you just lick me?” Kara gasps out.

Lena doesn’t even acknowledge her with a meow, just turns away and jumps out of her arms again. Before Kara can do anything about it though, her phone rings.

The screen lighting up with Andrea’s name.

“Danvers, I’ve got a story for you.”

******

“Alex, please, I’ll be quick. I promise. I’ll only be three hours at the most. Please just look after her,” she pleads, pouting and puppy eyes in full power.

It also helps that the cat burrito in her cape looks to be cooperating. Lena The Cat staring at Alex with wide round eyes.

Apparently, some governor was found dead downtown, and now Andrea wants her on the scene. She can’t just leave Lena all alone in The Tower. No matter how hard Lena’s been protesting, this is brand new territory for both of them. Nobody knows the extent of Lena’s powers.

Point is, Kara would feel a lot better if she were to leave Lena under the care of someone she trusts. Even if said someone, accuses Lena of being a stray with fleas. It's still better than leaving Lena all on her own.

“Ugh.” Alex groans and Kara knows she’s won. “If this cat causes trouble I will throw it out the window, Kara.”

“No!” Kara yells, distressed. “Don’t do that. She’ll behave. She promises.”

She puts her hand under Lena’s arms and raises her up to eye level—Simba style. “You promise to be good for Alex, don’t you?”

All she gets is a lot of squirming and screaming, there were also a lot of attempts at scratching Kara’s nose.

“See?” Kara says, chuckling nervously. “She’s telling you she’s good.”

Alex looks skeptical, her arms crossed against her chest.

Kara sets her down on the couch, and crouches down low.

She tries to pet her head, but Lena bites at her finger, she catches her teeth on the skin of her supersuit’s thumb slot. She bites deeper, her teeth accomplishing nothing but a few dents.

And oh, Rao she thinks she’s such a feral little cat but her pink adorable gummy snarl says otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back. I promise,” she whispers, careful not to let Alex hear. “And then we’ll figure it out later, okay? The safest place for you right now is to be with Alex.”

She really doesn’t want to go, and based on Lena’s protests she doesn’t want Kara to go either. But well, Andrea had finally threatened to fire her if she disobeyed...which is...fair.

She’s aware she’s been doing a less than stellar job at being a journalist lately. Rao, what an understatement. This is basically her make it or break it.

“Look, I’ll be quick, promise. Be good to Alex,” Kara murmurs. She presses a kiss on Lena’s furry forehead. Lena finally unclenches her jaw and lets Kara go. The little whine she lets out, letting Kara know that she knows the battle’s lost.

“Both of you, be good,” Kara tells them sternly. “Alex, please don’t yeet my cat out of the window.”

Alex shrugs, staring at the cat with suspicion. “I make no promises.’

Lena is staring at Alex just as hostile. Great. They both deserve each other.

Kara sighs exasperatedly. Well, at least she tried.

******

She gets a very angry Alex Danvers on the line, right after she’s finished talking to some sources. It’s nighttime now, and when she checks her watch—yep, she’s left Lena in Alex’s care for more than six hours.

Crap.

“Hey, Al—”

“KARA IF YOU DON’T PICK UP THIS THIS THIS GODDAMNED HAIRBALL RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL NEVER SEE IT EVER AGAIN.”

There is loud meowing, and then, “What the- Get off! Get off me right no-”

The line clicks dead.

Kara Danvers quickly changes into an alley, manages to break the sound barrier.

******

It’s Kelly who opens the door.

“Hey, Kara,” she greets her. Kara is impatiently rocking on her heels, trying to peer past Kelly’s shoulders.

The place was quiet; ridiculously quiet, and Kara feels fear swoop in her belly.

“Please, tell me my cat is still alive,” Kara bursts out, Kelly just gives her a pained smile and oh, no, oh no.

She muscles her way past Kelly to a brooding Alex on the couch.

Lena is nowhere to be seen.

“Alex, Alex where’s my cat? Where is she? Where did you put her?”

Alex finally looks up at her, Kara taking notice of the red marks on her arm.

Oh no, Lena, what did you do?

“Calm down, I didn’t throw the little demon away. She’s-" Alex sing-songs before finishing, "on time-out.”

“Time-out?” Kara asks, voice shaking. Rao, does she really want to know.

Alex takes too long to answer, taking a swig of her beer first before pointing to a corner in the living room.

And there, she spots it.

It, being a small pile of laundry on the floor, next to an upside down hamper. A big white hamper housing one Lena Luthor. There's a crude cardboard sign stuck on it; "Kitty Jail". Alex has also stacked a few encyclopedia on top of it, no doubt an attempt to keep Lena from escaping.

“Oh! Oh, Lena!”

Kara superspeeds her way and scoops Lena up, the cat meowing immediately and curling into Kara’s chest.

“You named the cat after Lena?!”

Crap.

Kara turns around slowly, “Uhm yeah?”

Alex just shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Her eyes reminded me of Lena, okay?!” Kara yells defensively, pressing tiny kisses onto Lena’s fur.

“I’m sorry that Alex has been such a meanie to you," she coos, "I know you didn’t deserve it, baby."

Alex seems to perk up at that, because she raises up from the couch. “That,” Alex jabs a finger in their direction, Kara cradles Lena protectively, “That baby ruined my couch and she so totally deserves all the mean! All the mean in the world, Kara!”

Lena hisses in her arms.

“No, no. That’s not true. Lena is baby and she’s perfect and you’re just a meanie.”

“She ruined my upholstery! She left hair all over the place and that’s not even to mention the scratching!”

“Because you were mean to her!”

Alex scoffs, eyes bulging wide in disbelief.

“Get out,” Alex says, her brows pinching comically, “Get out of my apartment before that little devil causes more damage.”

“Gladly,” Kara says, and Lena meows her assent. They make their way past Alex, Kara unaware that Lena has stuck out her little tongue at Alex over her shoulder.

“And she’s not a little devil!” Kara calls out.

Alex slams the door in her face.

******

That evening, Kara pores over a thick spellbook, eyes swimming with Latin symbols with a purring machine on her lap.

By midnight, Kara has managed to pass out on her couch, a black cat curled on her chest.

The spellbook lay open on her coffee table, forgotten.

******

The first sight that greets Kara when she wakes up are green eyes.

Green human eyes.

And then it hits her.

“Lena!”

The spell had blessedly wore off by morning, and Kara’s never been more glad to see the sunlight lighting up Lena’s face.

For a moment, Kara’s assaulted with the mental image of laying in a pool of sunlight with a black cat stretching leisurely next to her.

“Good morning,” Lena purrs, and oh Rao, that sound is much, much better than her meowing.

“You’re back!” Kara gasps in awe.

“I’m back,” she whispers, she’s still draped fully over Kara on the couch. A blanket covering them both.

“Rao, I missed you.” A palm comes up to cup her cheeks, Lena automatically nuzzling into the inside of her wrist.

“Mm, I missed me, too,” Lena tells her, face breaking into a small smile. Kara traces her fingers up and down Lena’s spine. Oh, how she’s missed touching Lena’s skin.

Wait-

Skin.

Is she-

“Lena,” Kara begins, swallowing. Her nerves not going unnoticed.

Lena raises a brow at her. “Kara?”

“Are you- uhm- ah. Are you naked right now?”

Lena’s eyes light up like a cat’s and Kara knows she’s in trouble.

“Mm. It seems that I am,” Lena says, and all Kara can do is gulp.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

special shoutout to @mike-wachowski, @sexybread-png and @thebreakfastgod for their cat expertise without whom this silly little fic would not be written.

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Brothers and Side Characters Play the Sims

I don’t know what possessed me to make this but WHATEVER. I’ve been playing the Sims since I was a wee little girl, and I’ve seen my fair share of weird Sims stuff that I feel would fit these bozos perfectly.

My Sims have a Functional Family Life Because I Don’t (Lucifer)

God dammit Levi’s obsessed with another game... ugh.

Spends 5 minutes in Create-a-Sim and hops into a starter home.

Lucifer’s the type to start with all the average stuff and then build their stuff up as his sim gets promotions.

It’s just... so peaceful...

...he’s adopting a dog.

Look at his new little virtual family... his sim-kids are self sufficient and getting A’s in school, his Sim spouse MC or Diavolo take your pick loves his Sim-self, his sim-dog-

WAIT NO- THE DOG’S AN ELDER?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

...

He’s fine. It was just a virtual dog. *sniffle*

He’s now spending his free time drinking Demonus and playing the Sims.

What’s a mod? Levi why does your sim have gun?

Behold, My Gorgeous Home... It’s a Box (Mammon)

Mammon, like the rest of the HOL, is mooching off of Levi’s Origin account.

“AW SHIT! This house looks awesome! I’m gonna build it for Sim-me to live in!”

Mammon proceeds to build a box with rooms. Yay...

He just picks the funnest sounding job if he picks any job at all for his Sim. That’s how he ended up making 9 dollars an hour in the criminal career.

Didn’t stop Mammon from buying that solid gold bathroom set from Get Famous... a box with solid gold bathrooms.

His Sim is broke send help-

“Leviiiiiii my sim needs money... the people my sim kidnapped and is forcing to paint aren’t making enough money...” “Ugh... press control shift C and type ‘motherlode’.”

...Levi made a mistake.

“FUCK YEAH! MOTHERLODE!”

His sim’s life is so chaotic, he has a piranha pool that his sim has almost died in twice, the sim is carrying on several torrid love affairs, his sim got struck by lightning, his sim has nearly died in a grilled cheese making accident twice... in the same day.

At least once Sim-Mammon and Sim-MC get married things calm down a little.

Mammon finds out what custom content is and proceeds to download EVERYTHING HE CAN FIND.

And now he’s asking Levi why his computer is running so slow.

Expansion Pack King (Leviathan)

He got into it back when the Sims 2 was new, he’s a veteran fan.

“Bro remember when Agnes Crumplebottom would show up and whack the shit out of your sims if they were flirting?”

“Remember when that witch would show up randomly on the lot you were on if you had Makin’ Magic?”

“Remember when Bella Goth was abducted by aliens and we just... didn’t question it?”

He whines about the Sims4 and how crappy it is but still buys every expansion pack, game pack, and stuff pack.

This boy watches like 40 hours of built tutorials and ends up sobbing over his weird roofs.

“WHY DOESN’T IT LOOK AS NICE AS THE ONE I’M LOOKING AT?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!”

The mod folder is so full istg-

Levi gets custom content for the sole purpose of making his favourite fictional characters.

This is why Henry and the Lord of Shadows are married and Ruri-chan and Sim-Levi are roommates.

Oh my god they were roommates-

Levi also added his brothers to the world and uh... Sim-Mammon died in a tragic pool accident F.

Levi then proceeded to befriend the Grim Reaper.

He’s anxiously awaiting the release of Paralives.

Wait Gameplay? In This Build Simulator? (Satan)

Satan’s here to build and leave. Gameplay who?

Our favourite bundle of rage is a master architect and the amount of followers on the Gallery he has shows it.

He takes up those build shell challenges and always ends up making them look positively perfect.

Asmo’s always using his houses, and Satan often takes requests when he gets bored.

No Mammon, he reserves the right to refuse to build a golden castle for you- YOUR SIM HAS 40 SIMOLEONS-

No mods, no CC, he’s building with what EA gave him.

...and EA gave him debug objects, and he’s not going to explain how to get them.

The one time he did actually play with a family... it was one sim and seven cats.

He tries to play without cheats... and ends up getting frustrated and turns on cheats.

All hail the Pets Expansion Pack.

Custom Content Soap Opera (Asmodeus)

Asmo spends 5 hours in Create a Sim then just... clicks out of the game.

That’s how it goes most of the time, buuuuuut when he gets super invested in a family he’s made, boy howdy is he INVESTED.

Sim A is carrying on an affair with Sim C who’s in love with Sim B who’s married to Sim A but Sim D wants to kill Sim A and C even though they’re the illegitimate child of Sim C-

When Asmo realizes that in the Sims 4 he needs to manufacture all the drama himself and he can’t just sit back with a glass of wine and watch the fireworks, he switches to the Sims 2 and 3.

“...why is this old lady beating up my Sim..?”

He immediately recoils in horror upon seeing how ugly the Sims are pre Sims4.

HE NEEDS TO FIX THIS-

Ah, there we go, perfect. Custom Content to the rescue!

He ends up remaking the entire world just so he doesn’t have to look at weird looking Sims.

Asmo is the only one to have finished a proper Legacy Challenge, but it gets crazy chaotic after gen 3.

“My sim just got abducted by aliens and now he’s pregnant- WHAT?!”

He has about 40 saves and only two he actually plays.

Just a Big Ol’ Happy Family (Beelzebub)

Beel found the game, proceeded to make everyone in create-a-sim to the best of his abilities, and made everyone get along.

That’s why Sim-Lucifer and Sim-Belphie are on a swing set together, they’re friends :D

“Hey Luke do you think you can make this?” “I-is that a cake shaped like a hamburger?” “Yes. Please make.”

He took one look at the cooking options and decided to max out his Sim’s cooking skill to unlock all the options.

Beel proceeded to drool all over his keyboard. Gross...

Boy howdy did he have some crazy dinner suggestions!

Overall, very wholesome Sim-life, except for the time Sim-Levi died because the toilet caught fire, don’t worry, Sim-Beel knows how to make ambrosia.

All is good in the Sim save...

...until Sim-Beel ate pufferfish nigiri and fuckin died-

Wait Did I Not Pause- (Belphie)

Huh, this game looks fine... I’ll play for a little- *SNORE*

Belphie makes some sims, plops them into a starter home, plays for an hour, then falls asleep.

He wakes up five hours later to absolute carnage.

Three sims have died because someone decided to make Mac and Cheese and the oven caught fire, the kids were taken away by social services, and the dog ran away.

“...heheh, holy shit everyone look.”

He doesn’t play often, but when he does, death occurs. He has found out every death method for every game from Sims 2 to 4.

And that INCLUDES the Sims Medieval! You guys remember that game?

Sometimes it’s not intentional, but Belphie got bored with the totally normal life his sims were living and decided to spice it up.

“Why are the ghosts breaking my showers..?”

Help There’s a Bug- (Diavolo)

The Crown Prince started playing when he noticed Lucifer was playing it.

He was immediately obsessed.

Dia mostly plays the Sims Medieval because he likes the feeling of achievement after completing a quest!

“Barbatos... why isn’t my Sim completing their task? The icon won’t show up.” “My lord it appears the game is bugged.” “:(“

No one thought to tell Diavolo that EA doesn’t plan on offering bug support to a game made in like... 2009

This doesn’t matter! Look at how great his kingdom is doing- oh no his hero has the plague-

He plays through the Pirates and Nobles expansion and manages to get the peaceful ending, he’s so proud of himself.

“MC! Look! My Monarch’s sword is permanently on fire and I’m fighting an evil wizard!”

When he does play the other Sims games he’s pretty basic, though, he does a great job at furnishing!

Dia gets crazy sad when his Sims die... he turns off aging.

Builder no. 2 (Barbatos)

Barbie doesn’t have time for this... but when he does, he builds.

No create a sim.

No playing the game as intended.

Just builds.

It’s relaxing, okay? A nice little suburban house he’s never going to play in, maybe a treehouse, maybe a big Hollywood Mansion...

The only time he actually plays the game outside of build mode is when someone needs his help to fix something in-game.

He does download custom content build items if he feels bored by the current selection.

Oh Crap What Am I Doing?! (Simeon)

Help him. Please.

He’s so confused.

“Luke, why is my sim upset?” “He’s hungry, Simeon.” “Oh, how do I fix that?” “...Simeon-”

There’s a toilet in the middle of the living room.

The fridge is facing the wall.

There’s no bathtub or shower.

The house is on fire- there is no god- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Okay, once he gets the hang of it he’s sitting pretty. His sims have good jobs, the kids are getting good grades, everything’s fine.

...

But Simeon won’t forget the nightmares.

What Even is This Save? (Solomon)

Solomon’s save is the definition of chaos.

One sim’s a vampire, the other is a spellcaster that really wants to fight the Callientes for some reason, there’s one normal sim that’s always sick for some reason,

It gets weird, confusing, and horrible.

Just how Solomon likes it.

His house makes no sense, like, what even is architecture?

Money cheats are needed because Solomon‘a goal of chaos and confusion is proving to be kind of expensive.

Square up Mortimer Goth, Solomon’s sims are here to steal your weird knight statue that’s worth a shit ton of simoleons for NO REASON.

He joined the scientist career for the sole purpose of getting to the alien planet and kidnapping adding an alien to the household via cheats.

The vampire ended up dying on their wedding day because Solomon forgot that he gave them the sun weakness.

Oh well, the ghost got added to the household! VAMPIRE GHOST!

The Child (Luke)

Before you say Luke’s too young to play the Sims, you should know that I was nine when I first started playing, and I turned out fiiiiiiiiiine.

He’s just happy to be playing.

Look, his sims are gardening :D

Look, two of them are getting married :D

Look, they had a baby :D

Look, his sims are building a rocket ship :D

Look, his sims’s rocket just crashed-

The concept of death hit the little angel right in the face that day.

“*sniffle*... my sims...”

Don’t worry, with tears in his eyes, Luke quit without saving and everything was fine!

Speaking of My Sims, Luke played MySims Sky Heroes and that was when Luke had his first bout of gamer rage.

MC came over to hang out with Solomon and Simeon, and in the distance they could just hear:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY TIME WASN’T FAST ENOUGH TO CONTINUE THE STORY!? I’LL SHOW YOU FAST ENOUGH TIME!”

Okay, maybe Simeon should take the game away... just for a bit... he should take heed not to be bitten by the incredibly angry chihuahua.

Bonus:

MC: Why are our Sims married?

*Insert Boy Here*: Uh... that’s weird... I have no clue why they’re doing that...

[milliumizoomi]

𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐻𝐸𝑅?!

TodoBakuDeku x Black FEM! Reader

AGED UP!!

Warnings: Fluff to Angst to Fluff, cursing, confused boyfriends, tw,, racism mention and hidden talents.

A/n: my motivation be dropping really fast but we back😩✨. also i got a lil lazy at the end so that’s mbb😭.

✗ 𝐎𝐇 𝐆𝐎𝐃, you knew that this wasn’t supposed to happen. They weren’t supposed to find out like this and now they're calling and texting you trying to find out where you are and what exactly it is that they just saw on literally one of the biggest billboard TVs in the city.

✗ But I should backtrack and say what lead to this.

✗ It started about 4 days ago.

You came home from work to an empty house, as usual. You were used to this. Your boyfriends were pro heroes so this was normal. You walked to your shared bedroom and dropped your purse on the bed. You sat down on the same bed and slipped your heels off. You then flopped down and let your body relaxed. “Ugh.. today was stressful. Ima go take a shower the wait for the boys to come home” you said. You then got up and stripped. You then picked up your shower cap off the dresser and walked to the bathroom. You pulled your lace front into a bun and put your shower cap on and turned the water on then hopped in the shower.

20 minutes later, you got finished with your shower. You stepped out and grabbed your (f/c) towel and dried off. You then also took the chance to peel the shower cap off of your head. You set the shower cap on the shelf and wrapped the towel around your body and walked out of the bathroom. You got to the bathroom and grabbed your lotion off the dresser and started to apply it to your body. After you were done, you threw on a big t-shirt that you had bought some time back.

You walked into the living room to see none of your boyfriends are back. You shrugged this off and decided to make dinner. Today you thought you make ackee and saltfish. You knew that your boys enjoyed your food. Especially since they weren’t used to food like that. So you got to work.

About an hour later, you hear the front door jiggling. And then the sounds of gruff voices could be heard. ‘They’re home’ you thought as you covered the pot and walked to the front door. When you got there, you saw all of your boyfriends leaning on each other as support for taking off their shoes. “Welcome home,” you said to them. They all looked up, stunned. They didn’t even notice you were there.

“Oh hey angel sorry you startled us. Are you ok?” Todoroki said as he stood up and hugged your much tinier figure. “Yes, sweetheart I’m ok. And how are my other boys?” You asked teasingly. Bakugou grumbled and stood up and leaned down towards your shoulder. You could tell he was stressed. “Ease up ‘Suki babe I need to my hair outta the way,” you said as you felt Bakogou’s head resting on your hair. He lifted his head for a second and allowed you to move your hair then dropped his head right back onto your shoulder. Midoriya then walked up to you and snuggled his head into the top of your head. “Hi pretty baby.. you ok?” He asked as he continued to rest his head on you. “My baby m’ok but y’all look tired.. rough day?” You asked as u were still supporting all of these huge men whom were all 6 foot and over. He nodded his head in your hair, answering your question. You stayed like that for a while until you remembered. “..Did I turn off the stove?” All the boys perked up at you at your question. “WHAT THE HELL?!” Bakugou yelled as he bolted to the kitchen. “Oh crap..!” You said as he managed to turn it off before anything bad happened. “I can’t believe I totally forgot..” you sighed. “Well boys go clean up I’ll share your plates,” you told the boys. They nodded and headed to the bedroom.

‘They were off.. what happened today..?’ You thought. You had realized that their behavior was slightly off as soon as you walked up to the door and inspected them. Their body language was a little different. ‘But why didn’t they tell me..? Do they not wanna talk about it?’ You continued to ponder. You decided that you would ask them later. You shared their plates and placed them on the table. You then shared your plate and sat down. They all emerged out of their bedroom in their casual clothes. And by casual I mean shirtless with sweats on.

They came and sat down at the table. “Thanks princess, it looks delicious!” Midoriya praised. Bakugou grunted in approval and Todoroki nodded, indicating he thought the same. You all then started eating in silence. It felt awkward. You decided this would be the best time to talk about what may be bothering them,, so you asked. “My loves?” You started. They all looked up and you, letting you know you have their attention. “Did something happen..? I mean! The reason I was asking is that you guys seem to be deep in thought about something” you continued.

You watched as all three of the men looked at each other then looked back down at their food. You sat there confused. Where they not going to tell you? You opened your mouth to say something but Bakugou cuts you off, “Don’t worry about it Y/N.. it doesn’t concern you anyways” he grunted. This surprises you. You all had been keen on communication in this relationship and yet here they are shutting you out. “What does that mean Kastuki? Y’all know that we communicate in this relationship. I want to help you with whatever it is that is bothering y’all but how am I supposed to when you won’t even tell me?” You said, having your english slowly beginning to break because you were getting a little upset.

“Drop it Y/N. This isn’t something we wanna share ok” Todoroki said calmly. “But why? We’re supposed to be open about this stuff” You answered back. You weren’t going to drop this so easily. You wanted answers all while trying to stay rational, calm, and patient, but that was slowly dwindling. “At least explain to me why you don’t want me to know and I won’t push it! You aren’t giving me any answers here! How am I supposed to feel seeing the three people I love so much walk through that god damned door looking frustrated and shit huh?!” You say getting even more frustrated.

“STOP FUCKING ASKING! IT’S NOT LIKE YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND OK!” Bakugou yelled. “Now I don’t know who the fuck you raising your voice at ‘cause I know it ain’t me,” you said, trying to maintain your calm state of mind. “Yes! I am talking to you” Bakugou grunted out. “No the hell you not y’all know I don’t take disrespect from nobody,” you said while leaning your hand on the table and resting your face in your palm.

They stayed silent. “And why don’t you think I’ll understand?” You continued. They didn’t answer. “Well?” You questioned. You scoffed. “Wow ok, no answer tough crowd I guess..” you said, rolling your eyes. You looked over at Midoriya who was silent the whole time. You could see he wanted to say something by the look on his face.

“You got something to say don’t you Izuku? Go ahead say it. ‘Cause right now I’m trying to understand” you told him. He froze up at the sound of his name. You didn’t really use their real names much so it was a shock to not only him but the other two men as well. “B-babe.. well I— I just—“ he started. He then sighed and started again. “It’s something you wouldn’t understand because um..” he said and then mumbled something at the end. “Ima need you to speak up please ‘cause you mumbling and I ain’t hear what you said” you said. He froze for a second then said it again. “Because your not...” he mumbled again. “Izu I still can’t hear you” you told him. “BECAUSE YOUR NOT A PRO HERO!” He blurted out. Your eyes widened and you froze. We’re they seriously not gonna tell you what’s bothering them because of their job?

“Are yall fucking serious..?” You mumbled out. “We’ve lived together for so long.. we’ve been dating for so long and y’all trying to tell me the reason y’all can’t explain what the hell is bothering you is because I don’t have the same fucking job..!” You stated getting angry. “What does that even have to do with anything?!” You said, fuming.

And they just sat there. Staring down at the table. “I don’t give a damn about your job all I want to know is what’s wrong so I can help you!” You yelled out. “You should give a damn about our jobs.. all you do is leech off u—“ Bakugou started but stopped as soon as he heard what he was saying. The other two men looked at him wide eyed. They all turned to look at you. You stood there in shock. You then laughed, but there was no humor behind it.

“Wow.. this all started because I was trying to be a good girlfriend. And then the people I call so called boyfriends wanna tell me that I’m LEECHING OFF THEM?! THAT THE REASON THEY CAN NO LONGER TALK WITH ME IS BECAUSE IM NOT A FUCKING BIG SHOT LIKE THEM?! UNLESS YOU FORGOT I GO TO WORK TOO! I DON’T LEECH OFF NOBODY FOR SHIT!” You said, seeing red. How dare they. They know the shit you go through at your workplace. Having to deal with racism and things of that nature. You stood up from the table with the food that was barely touched. “Eat your food I’m going to bed.. do whatever the fuck y’all want ion care,, I won’t ask no questions no more. Thanks for telling me the reason though” You said as you walked off to one of the guest bedrooms to sleep.

They boys sat there in silence. They knew they were wrong for what they did and no doubt they felt horrible. “Fuck” Bakugou started, leaning down to hit his head on the table. “That was the worst conversation ever..” Midoriya said, pushing his plate away. “I feel really bad.. all she wanted to do was help” Todoroki chimes in. The guilt settles with them. “She.. she didn’t deserve that..” Bakugou said feeling extremely guilty. “Why did I say those stuff.. I’m a fucking idiot!” He continued. “Don’t say that Kacchan! Granted we didn’t act the best but..” Midoriya trails off. “We should go talk to her..” Todoroki says as he gets up. The other two men get up as well and they all walk towards the room you were in.

They stopped in front of the door when they get there. Midoriya knocked softly. “B-babe..? Can we come in?” He said silently. There was no answer. He looked back at the two males behind him then spoke a little louder. “N/N can we come in please we’re sorry.” Still there was no answer. Todoroki moved in front of him to test if the door was unlocked and it was.

He looked over at Midoriya and Bakugou, then looked forward and pushed the door open. The room was dark, with only a soft glow coming from your phone. Your back faced away from the door so you couldn’t see the boys when they came inside the room. “B-babe..?” Midoriya croaked out. You didn’t answer. “Babe we’re sorry please face us..” He continued. You stayed silent, not moving a muscle. The boys looked at each other and sighed in defeat. They moved to leave since they knew that when your mind was made up about something, there’s no persuading you.

“Hey..” you called out to them before they left the room. “Yes?!” Midoriya called out first. The three men turned around quickly, facing you. “Say that to me again.. and I won’t stay here..” you said as you turned to face them. Your eyes were red and your face was tear stained. You cry when frustrated.

The three men stiffened. The my knees what they did was wrong, but they had no clue it affected you so much. “Do I make myself clear..?” You asked seriously. “Y-yes babe.. we’re sorry.. just please don’t leave.. please” Todoroki said as he leaned down next to your bed and hugged you. You put your hand on his head and reassured him. “I’m not, I’m not. I trust you guys. You have me your word. I love you. All of you.” You tell them. Bakugou and Midoriya stood there, probably too overwhelmed with the situation. “Come on you two. Get over here.” You smile at them. The all laid in your bed together and fell asleep, the dinner forgotten on the table.

You woke up the next day to a cold bed. ‘Oh they probably went to work already..’ you thought. It was Friday. “Well.. time to get up” you yawned. You got up out of your bed and stretched. You took a shower, put your clothes on and made breakfast. You realized the dishes from the dinner you cooked yesterday were washed and cleaned already. You smiled at this and continued to finish getting ready for work. You finished your preparation and went to your car. You started the car and drove off to work.

When you pulled up, you got a text from your friend since middle school.

✗ Messages

[???]

— hey y/n! how you been?

[you]

— hey … ! ive been good,, hbu?

[???]

— ive been doing alright,, but i need to ask you a favor

[you]

— a favor?? what kind of favor??

[???]

— remember what we used to do in high school >:)

[you]

— lemme think abt it ok

[???]

— alr but lmk soon ok

[you]

— np xai yk i will

Read at 8:43 a.m

You spent the whole morning considering what your long time best friend asked of you. You really wanted to, but you weren’t sure. ‘It has been a while.. and I’d like to catch up. I wonder if they still act the same,, knowing those bitches they haven’t changed” you rolled your eyes and laughed.

A few hours pass and you get off work and get home. You slip your shoes and jacket off and walk to your shared bedroom with the boys. ‘Ugh..my head is killing me..’ you thought as you sighed and plopped down on the bed. You took your phone out of your back pocket and looked at the messages again. You really weren’t sure whether or not it was a good idea. You decided to take some more time to just think it over.

You sighed as set your phone down on the bed. You payed there for a bit just to relax. After a couple minutes you decided to go take a shower. “Ugh.. time to take a shower. Damn work took it outta me today. Wonder when them niggas getting home today..” you stretched and said. You laughed to yourself as you thought of how many times you’ve called the men you live with different names. It’s funny because they don’t mind it at all, so you get to basically call them anything you want. You shook the thought from your head and headed to the bathroom to take your shower.

After you finished, you walked out with a towel on and headed back to the room. ‘Ok I needed that..’ you thought to yourself. You made sure to dry your skin properly and continue to do your night routine. ‘Finally finished for the night.. god I’m tired but I still have to cook’ you thought.

You made your way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. You chose to make some fried chicken with rice and a homemade sauce you created a while back. You got the pots on the stove and started cooking. Like clockwork, the 3 men you shared your home with came through the door at roughly the same time as the day before. Right now, it was 8:39pm. You heard the front door and the muffled voices from the kitchen. You smiled to yourself knowing that they made it home safely. Being a pro hero does not mean you living to see tomorrow is guaranteed, so you were grateful. You heard their heavy footsteps and muffled voices coming closer towards you. You turned away from the stove to greet them.

“Hey how was work?” You questioned as you were putting a knife down. “Stressful” Bakugou said running his had over his face. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to look at what you were cooking. “Hey babe” Todoroki said sitting at the table. “Hi Sho. I’m guessing your day was just as bad as Katsuki’s huh?” You snickered. Todoroki shook his head with a soft smile on his face because of your antics. “How ‘bout you Izu how did the job go for you?” You said teasingly. He groaned and leaned up next to you on fridge. “It was stressful today that’s for sure..” he exasperated.

You couldn’t help but laugh at them. They look so out of place and annoyed. “Awe come on babe cut us some slack. Some of these people really know how to get on my nerves ok!” Bakugou groaned. The two other men nodded in agreement. You let out a final laugh before calming down. “Okok I will. I’m sorry” you said, still trying to calm down. The three men looked at you then smiled. This went unnoticed by you since you had shifted your attention back to the stove. Your mind was still lingering on the day before with the events that took place. You shook you’re heading to try and shake off the feeling since you opted to try and not think about it and got back to cooking.

“Oh by the way N/N, we have some plans we have to look over for the weekend ok? So we need to focus because apparently this new mission is a big job” Todoroki said. You nodded. You knew by the tone of his voice that he was serious, plus, you had no energy to say anything otherwise. “Dinner’s ready!” You said as you placed their food on the table. You could see that they’ve already started talking about what they had to do.

Suddenly a light bulb went off in you head. “Aye.. y’all.. I actually have something a friend wanted me to help them on this weekend. They didn’t say what it was but apparently it’s some sort of project” you tell them. You decided you were gonna help your friend since the boys are gonna be extremely busy. And that meant you were most likely gonna get ignored unintentionally, which is something you weren’t looking forward to anyways. And since they already started planning out what they were going to do about the mission, they just waved you off. You rolled your eyes and went to your shared room and grabbed your phone.

✗ Messages

— i’ll be there,, and expect me early cuz i may be leaving tonight or early tomorrow

Delivered

You put your phone down and started to pack a bag full of stuff you may need. ‘Should I leave a note when I’m going?’ You thought. ‘Naw whatever I’ll text them that I’m gone’ you decided. You continued to pack your overnight bag, making sure to put all the essentials in it. You look at the clock to see it was already past 10.

“Damn that took longer than I thought..” you said as you leaned up to stretch your back. ‘Where are those overworkers anyways? I thought they’d come in here and see me packing or sumn but I guess not’ you thought as your mind traveled to your boyfriends. You walked out of the room and into the kitchen to see they were already done eating. You rolled your eyes. “Of course those niggas are already working. Guess I’ll leave tonight. Got nothing to do anyways” you said to yourself.

You went back to your room and changed your clothes. After you were done, you made sure to grab your purse and put everything that may be needed in it. You wrote a note and stuck it the one place you knew they would all see it. The fridge. After you were done, you took all your stuff and grabbed your car keys. You walked out of the big doors and opened your car to drop all of your stuff on the passenger side of the car. You walked back around to the driver side and jumped in. You started the car and drove off, already knowing the address to the place you needed to go.

You arrived at the big house that was blaring with music. ‘A music video.. I knew it’ you thought. You and your friend, which was a well known musician. A famous one at that. And he wanted you to be in it since well, you’re a dancer and sometimes you sing too. ‘This was the project huh..?’ You thought as you shook you’re head and laughed silently.

“N/N YOU HOE YOU MADE IT!” Your friend, Xai yelled as he hugged you. You hugged him back. “Shut the fuck up bitch, yes i'm here. Now tell me what I have to do nigga” you said teasingly.

He rolls his eyes at you. “You know exactly what to do don’t act” he says walking away. You laugh. “Yeah yeah I hear ya. Now where’s my outfit. This is gonna be so fun” you said with excitement.

A few days later•••

And that is how you ended up with your situation. Apparently you went viral in that music video. You were one of the dancers and one of the background singers. You were dancing with your friend, who’s stage name was Xailli, in a scene and people found you captivating. So now your face was on some of the biggest billboards in the city. And apparently they, meaning your 3 boys, saw you and is now blowing up you’re phone.

“XAI! WHAT THE HELL! I DIDN’T KNOW THAT YOU WERE ACTUALLY PLANNING ON RELEASING IT SO QUICKLY!” You yelled at him on the phone. “I DIDN’T KNOW THEY WERE RELEASING IT EITHER!” He said frustrated. “Oh my god.. and now their blowing up my phone” you said. Right now you were hurrying to drive home.

“Omg I’m gonna get a fucking earful when I get home. And I honestly thought it was supposed to be a rough draft” you sighed. You never told the boys about your secret talents and now you were pretty sure whatever conversation that’s waiting on you wasn’t gonna be a pretty one. “Wait are they planning on releasing the rest?!” You asked expectantly. Xai scratches his head. “You know I’m not even sure no more I’d have to ask but since they can pull shit like this I wouldn’t put it past them..” he answers very frustrated. “Fuck..” you sighed.

“When I see your producers again they getting they ass beat. And why did they make us sign that NDA?” You asked. “Honestly I have no idea. I feel like they tryin to hide sumn but I don’t fucking know” he answered, visibly stressed. “Ah whatever.. I just pulled up outside the house so I’ll talk to you later ok” you said to him. “Alright laterrrrrr” he answered in a singsong voice. “Byeeeeee” you answered as you hung up.

‘Ah fuck..' you thought as you got out of the car and made your way to the front door. You walk up the stairs and go to open the front door when it swung open. You froze. ‘shit! shit! shit!’ You thought. You head was tilted down so all you saw were their feet. You were pretty sure they were starting down on you so you didn’t move an inch.

“Well?” Midoriya said. You didn’t even shift. For some reason you were so nervous that you didn’t even realize you were holding your breath. “Get your ass inside. We need to talk about something that I’m pretty sure you know about” Bakugou said, turning around. The other two men turned around and walked inside the house.

‘Why the actual fuck is this happening right now’ you thought as you walked in the house, head still facing the ground. You put all your stuff by the door and took you shoes off, then just stood there awkwardly. The three men stood in front of you, towering over your body.

“So.. you gonna start explaining? Because we sure as hell would love to know what we saw on the billboards all over the fucking city" Bakugou said. “And look up at us when we’re talkin’ to you” Midoriya says.

‘This is gonna be a fuckin' pain..’ you thought. You stood up straight and look at them dead in the eye. “What do you wanna know?” You asked. They all looked down at you knowingly. “We for one, why the fuck were you on a billboard today?” Bakugou asked. You sighed. “Ok I left you a note saying that I was gonna go to my friend’s house to help them with a project, given I had a feeling it was gonna be a music video but I wasn’t 100% sure” you said honestly. The three men looked at each other, then back at you. “Ok.. so then why didn’t you text us to tell us that’s what you were going to be doing when you found out?” Todoroki questioned. “I couldn’t. For some reason I had to sign an NDA, which I don’t normally have to do” you replied.

“They made you sign an NDA?!” Todoroki asks, concerned. “And you said they usually don’t make you do that..? Does that mean you’ve helped or does these types of things before?” Midoriya asks. “First yes Sho, I’ve been in helping in the music industry and in all my years of doing that I’ve never had to sign an NDA. And secondly, Yes Izu, as I said before I have been helping in this industry for a while.” You answered honestly. The three men stood there bewildered.

“So you’ve been helping with these kinds of things and never told us?” Bakugou asked. “Well yeah I guess.. it really wasn’t a everyday sort of thing. Whenever they called me to help I’d either tell them yes or no.” You answered. “Ok.. so what about the NDA?” Todoroki asks. “Well.. we did multiple videos, meaning music videos, and the producers released the video you saw today without Xai’s permission so I’m not sure what their gonna do now” you answered.

“WAIT THERE’S MORE?!” Bakugou yelled. “Uh.. yeah??” You answered in clear confused. “And they made you sign an NDA?!” Midoriya questioned. “Uhh yeah I’m sorry I don’t get it” you answered back visibly still confused. You looked at the three men who looked at you then looked at each other.

“Yeah we’re going down there NOW!!” Bakugou said, grabbing his jacket. “Wait wait WHAT HOLD ON I DON’T GET IT!” You yelled in confusion. Just then, your phone started ringing. You looked at the caller ID to see it was Xai. You answered it quickly. “Hey what’s up? You good why you calling again?” You asked. “No time to explain but you need to get over here quick. It has to do with the NDA. Turns out the producers and some people on my teams’ been pulling some shit behind the scenes,” he replied. You’re eyes widened at this and then mumbled a quick “thank you” then you hung up.

“They tried to fuck us over.. let’s go” you said as you rushed to the car. The three men looked at each other then proceeded to follow you. “I’m driving” Todoroki said as he took the keys from you. You all jumped in the car and he drove off. After you gave the directions and he got there, there was a spectacle outside. There were news reporters and paparazzi crowded outside. It was the house you shot the music video at, not Xai’s actual house. “For fuck's same how’d they find out already?!” Bakugou yelled. You sighed.

“I’ll handle this” you said as you got out the car. You walked up to the door but before you could get there, there were flashing mics and cameras being stuck up in your face. “Can you please get that away from me?” You asked as you tried to push forward but to no avail. “Excuse me but I think our love said to move back thank you,” Midoriya said, coming out of absolutely nowhere.

And the reporters just stood there in shock. Then the questions started bombarded all of you. You all managed to push through the flood of reporters, granted with Bakugou yelling curses for them to get out of your face. You all managed to get up to the front door. “XAI LET US IN! THESE REPORTERS OUT HERE ALL UP IN OUR FACE!” You yelled over the noise the door swung open and Todoroki pulled you up and walked inside the house with Midoriya and Bakugou quickly following. “Sho why’d you pick me up?” You asked. “I wanted to” he said nonchalantly. You rolled your eyes as he set you down.

“So where’s this Xai person and where can we find his management and team?” Midoriya said seriously. “No shit, they’re not getting away with this” Bakugou said. “I’m Xai and I’m talking to them right now, you can come along if you want to you know,” Xai answered. “You stay here” Midoriya said. “I ain’t staying nowhere,, let’s go,” you said, following Xai. The boys shook their heads at you and followed your lead.

✗ Eventually they got all the information they need and filed a lawsuit. Apparently what was happening was that Xai’s management was trying to squander the resources they have for this project they were currently doing for another. Basically copyright. And therefore they’ve made all who were there sign an NDA so that if this came out to them and those workers realized what they were doing then they wouldn’t be able to say anything.

✗ They got sued of course and Xai had to find new management. And you won the case and everyone was paid the money they deserved. You, on the other hand became a well know singer and dancer after that, with the help of the boys’ support of course. You were happy and so were the boys and you could honestly say that things couldn’t have turned out any better.

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I call this Cobra Drive. AU where a sad boy meets another sad boy in his building elevator and they just stare longingly at each other for extended periods of time. (Daniel LaRusso, who made the crane kick famous, gets to add to his repertoire of bird karate moves by stomping Mike Barnes to death in the same elevator like a secretary bird.)

I also wrote some crap for this AU, even though I am not much of a fanfic writer. However, it’s not that bad. It’s just regular bad. 

“If I drive for you, you get your money. You tell me where we start, where we’re going, where we’re going afterward. I give you a five minute window when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own. I don’t sit in while you’re running it down, I don’t carry a gun, I don’t do karate - not anymore. I drive. Do you understand?” 

The well-rehearsed speech was delivered in an accent that was undeniably East Coast, but from a man who knew well the 100,000 streets of Los Angeles. Daniel ended it every single time with a secret tribute to his beloved mentor, whose life lessons were always punctuated with “Understand?” 

And Daniel did. He always understood what Mr. Miyagi had told him, and replied “Yeah, I understand,” even if some of his lessons had taken awhile to really make their impact on him. 

-----

Daniel moved frequently. It was routine now for him. Funny how things changed. He often remembered how monumental that first cross-country move had been, how the course of his entire life had shifted that summer of 1984. Now, his moves were quick, efficient, and all within LA. 

On his second day in his newest building, Daniel returned to his apartment by elevator. Another building resident stepped in with him, hauling a basket of laundry from the basement. 

He was familiar. Daniel kept his eyes trained at his feet while he felt the familiar man’s gaze on him for a moment. He allowed himself one quick glance, but didn’t manage to time it as well as he’d wanted. The golden-haired man who now shared a building with him was still staring back at him. 

His eyes were beautiful and sad. 

It was Johnny Lawrence. 

-----

“You just move back to LA or something?” was the question Johnny finally settled on after he and Daniel hauled his groceries into his second story apartment. There was too much he wanted to ask. It had been 34 years. Something in those 34 years had hardened the look in Daniel’s eyes.

“No, I’ve been here for awhile.” 

“So just new here?” 

Daniel nodded. 

“What are you up to now, LaRusso?” 

“I drive.” 

“Like, those internet car things?” Johnny asked, a touch of confusion on his face. 

“No, for the movies.” 

“You mean all the car chases and stuff?” 

“Yeah.” 

Johnny let out a soft laugh. “Isn’t that dangerous?” 

Daniel fully met Johnny’s eyes, and stared challengingly, the words “Oh, now you care about my safety and well-being?” hanging between the two of them unspoken. Daniel’s lips quirked into a slight grin. So did Johnny’s. Then Daniel knew. Johnny remembered it all. 

The intensity of Johnny’s bright blue eyes and the pain they carried eventually became too much for Daniel, who was the first to drop his gaze. He broke the silence by saying placatingly, “It’s only part time. Mostly I work at a garage.” 

“Where?” 

“Reseda Boulevard.” 

After a few more beats of silence, Daniel nodded his head towards the teen boy sitting at the kitchen table doing his homework, as if only just noticing him even though he’d rode up in the elevator with them. “He yours?” 

“They sometimes just come with the apartment. Old place here is infested. Overrun with roaches, children, teens. You might want to check under your kitchen counters and shit if you haven’t already, LaRusso.” 

The boy snorted, not offended in the least. “I’m Miguel,” he said. 

A door in the apartment slammed open, and another teen boy wandered into the kitchen. “Who’s this?” he asked, pointing at Daniel.

“This is LaRu- Daniel. Daniel, this is Robby.”

Daniel stared at the two teenagers. Neither of them resembled Johnny. Perhaps Johnny hadn’t been kidding about them surfacing from under the kitchen counters. 

-----

At the garage, a sly smile spread on the face of the man who’d given Daniel all of his jobs. “Oh, you and the kid know each other,” he said, gesturing rapidly between Daniel and Johnny while leaning over the open hood of a car he’d been working on. 

“Don’t,” Daniel warned. He stalked off, but not without grinning at his employer. 

“Uh…” Johnny began. A “He kicked me in the face when we were teenagers, but I did sort of deserve it a little, and it’s actually at least a 126 minute-long story” died on his lips. 

“We’re neighbors,” Johnny said. 

“Ahh,” said Daniel’s employer, as if that was all there was to know. 

Johnny explained in more detail what was going on with his Firebird, and was told that the repairs would take a few days. 

“Miguel, call us one of those car things from your iComputer.” 

“It’s an iPho-” 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” cut in Daniel’s employer. “You and the kid are neighbors! He’d be happy to give you a ride.” 

Johnny met Daniel’s eyes from across the garage. He did indeed look happy.

---

“Hey, I know you. Come on, we met last year! Well - met again. It’s me. Snake. You drove me and Dennis back from Palm Springs. Hey, I got this sweet job planned out --” 

Fury blazed in Daniel’s eyes. Someone both recognizing him and talking to him about his jobs was more than enough to make Daniel disappear for a few months, but this wasn’t just any someone. This was one of Terry Silver’s men. Over the years, Daniel had done everything he could to be free of Terry and his mob. But every time Daniel thought he was safe, eventually, Terry would always come back. And there would always be a job. 

Terry’s man - and therefore Terry himself - reappearing in his life would have been bad enough before, but now? Now he had Johnny. He couldn’t just pick up and leave. He realized with anger burning up in his chest that he didn’t want to pick up and leave. 

Daniel cut Snake off with a low whisper. “How about this? Shut your mouth. Or I’ll kick your teeth down your throat, and shut it for you.” 

All Daniel had wanted was to finish his dinner and coffee in peace, until it was time to drive Johnny to the bar for his night shift. Daniel stared at Snake, never taking his eyes off of him until Snake quietly retreated from the diner. Only then did Daniel feel comfortable returning to his food.

-----

Daniel’s face took on a detached and aloof manner when he addressed the man Terry had sent. 

“When you get your money, his debt’s paid. He’s out for good. And you never go near his family again. Do you understand?” 

-----

Daniel did everything in his power to keep his voice even. Confident. Balanced. But that voice on the other end of the phone would always terrify him. Some things never changed. 

“I’m going to give you a time and a place and you’re going to come and get your money. Do you understand?” 

Terry barked out a laugh. “What do you get out of it, Danny boy?” 

“Just that: out of it.” 

Daniel hung up. For once he had the satisfaction of dictating terms with Terry Silver. 

-----

“They came to my apartment. How did they know where I live?” 

“I told you, I was going to call Kreese, I just wanted him to know that… that it wasn’t about the money… that you’re not interested in the money… that you just did it for him.” 

Daniel exploded at the man who had been his longtime employer. So this was how Kreese and Silver and known it was him. “Why?! You told them about Johnny! Why did you tell them about Johnny?!” 

“Calm down, kid. Just calm down.” 

“I should fucking kill you - you told them about Johnny! That’s how they figured it out, you know - that it was me. You told them about Johnny and then they knew it was me.” 

“I just wanted him to know… that as soon as you returned the money, that was the end of it, that’s all! I didn’t know. I didn’t know. How was I supposed to know?! How was I supposed to know… that everything led to Silver!” 

Daniel’s voice was breaking as he screamed at the old man. Daniel’s eyes were wild and he was breathing hard. Breathe in, breathe out, echoed the voice of his dear sensei in his head. Soon, his racing heart slowed just enough for him to calmly tell his employer, “They came for me, and now they’re going to come for you, too. You have to get out of here. Do you understand?” 

-----

John Kreese pleaded with his lifelong friend. “Anybody finds out you stole from the family, we’re both dead. The money always flows up, Twig. You know that!” 

Terry Silver fell uncharacteristically quiet amidst their shouting match. He looked at Kreese ruefully. “That’s why this driver’s gotta go, Johnny. That’s why he’s gotta go. He’s gonna tie me to this robbery.” 

It was too bad. Terry had always been fond of Daniel. 

-----

Daniel hoped he would never again have to fear for Johnny’s and his kids’ lives. He flicked his eyes up to the rearview mirror. Miguel and Robby were fast asleep in the backseat - and safe. Alive. 

Daniel did, however, find comfort in knowing that he didn’t have to pretend anymore, didn’t have to keep his karate hidden and tucked away. If Johnny ever needed it again, Daniel would use it. He’d help Johnny remember his. He thought fondly of the way Mr. Miyagi had once insisted that only Daniel’s root karate came from Mr. Miyagi, and had urged him to make his karate his own. 

If Daniel could do it, so could Johnny. Johnny’s Cobra Kai would be better - different, new. A product of the goodness Daniel was confident Johnny had inside of him. Johnny would use that goodness to teach Robby and Miguel. And Daniel vowed to be there with them. 

If anyone ever again tried to hurt any of them, the four of them would be ready. 

Another Mr. Miyagi lesson surfaced in Daniel’s memories as he continued driving. Back in 1994, Mr. Miyagi had returned to Daniel in LA after a long stay in Boston, and over the course of several days, had told him all about Julie Pierce, and the lessons he taught her. The final lesson had been: “Fighting not good, but if must fight - win.” 

That was what Daniel had done. 

Daniel smiled at the beautiful man in the passenger seat next to him, whose sadness never left his eyes, but who, despite this, could now smile back warmly at him. Daniel checked the rearview mirror once more, never taking his attention from the road ahead of them. Miguel and Robby were both still asleep. 

Daniel turned his gaze back to the road for a moment, feeling the hum of the car around him and those he loved. 

“I’m yours. No matter what. Do you understand?” 

-----

OH SHIT i forgot to mention, the idea for the cobra on the back of the jacket AND for including Robby both come from @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy !!!! Thank you for your moral support and help on these concepts! I always knew I wanted Daniel to be the Driver, so it didn’t even OCCUR to me to have the cobra on his jacket, until @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy said it, and then she said he can give it to Johnny later (even though it won’t fit him haha!). Just a note - I changed up the cobra design from the Cobra Kai logo though because the original logo looked kinda goofy as a silhouette. 

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Graveyard Siblings (6)

Class revenge. And mention of suicide.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 5)

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Normal class day and most of the class was still together. This is set after the class’s trip to Gotham.

Alix and Chloe had transferred to another class or a different school. There were a few new students but they transferred out within a week, when they all had tried to point out Lila’s lies and the class picked on them on Lila’s behalf.

Class is still taught by Mme. Bustier.

She rolled-calls and somehow Marinette’s name was on there and she just absentmindedly read it.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng”

“Present.” A cheery voice said.

Goes to the next name before everyone froze and looked at the source of the voice which was where they exiled Marinette to before her ‘suicide’.

There she was. An older-looking Marinette who would look the same age as them as if she was still alive, her longer hair was in a high ponytail and her clothes were switched out from her usual pink to red and black and had a more mature look that was stylish instead of cute.

She wore her signature bright grin but the sight of it brought chills down everyone’s spines.

Lila thought that it was her curse kicking in and since she hadn't seen Marinette until then, fainted on the spot, thinking she was finally going to be killed.

“M-ma-marinette. What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” Older Marinette said with a confused face. “Oh. You mean why am I not late? First time for everything, I guess. I am not late today so Yay for me.” She giggles but everyone else thinks that it sounds terrifying.

“But this is impossible. You simply can’t be here.” Max said, “Odds of you still alive are zero.”

“Can’t I? I mean I woke up early and got here on time. What is impossible about me being early? I would normally be a zombie during the morning, Max but nice one.”

Some students checked their phones for akumas. Hawkmoth had mysteriously disappeared around Marinette’s death making a few rumours about Marinette being Hawkmoth floating around. (Lila was the first to suggest that as a theory.)

Mme Bustier cleared her throat, terrified out of her mind and scared that if she provoked the ‘ghost’ of her former star student, there would be consequences like the horror movies. But she was not going to let it hurt any of her students.

“Marinette, there must have been a misunderstanding. You should be home.”

“Why?’

“Because um...you are... you are sick and you don’t want to infect your fellow classmates, right?”

“Hm..I feel fine but now that you mention it, I feel a little dizzy. I think I am going to take the day off.”

The rest of the class murmured in agreement, scared not to offend the ‘ghost’. A few of the girls like Mylene had tears running down their cheeks. Horror movies logic dictates that you should not remind the ghost that they are dead or make them angry.

Juleka was half-scared out of her mind for Rose who was also crying and herself and also half-excited, even though Marinette might be a vengeful ghost, there is still a ghost in their classroom.

Mme Bustier started muttering prayers under her breath.

Marinette packed up her things and was out of her seat when Adrien came into the class.

He was held up because he started sneezing non-stop this morning. Turns out Natalie had some black feathers on her.

He sees Marinette in the back row.

“Ma-Marinette! How are you here?!” to which everyone in the class sans Lila who was still passed out, shushed at him.

Ignoring them, he blurted out, “You are dead.”

The word echoed through the classroom. It was silent for a moment and you could hear a pin drop.

“Dead? What do you mean dead?” Marinette took a step down the stairs, the perfect picture of confusion but her eyes seemed a little crazed and Adrien took a step back, the word ‘Traitor’ carved into his back started burning.

Everyone in their seats shifted slightly away from her. Some considered making a run for the door but they didn’t want to draw attention and face the ghost’s wrath. They all mimed at Adrien to stop.

He ignored them again. “Don’t pretend you are innocent. You did this to me. YOU MADE ME LOSE EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED DEAD. I DON’T REGRET KILLING YOU FOR THE HORRIBLE PERSON YOU ARE, LADYBUG. YOU DESERVED TO DIE FOR WHAT YOU DID.”

Realizing what he said, he covered his mouth, hoping it would somehow fix the damage he had done.

Marinette smirked. The picture of innocence gone.

It took a moment for what Adrien’s outburst meant to register in their heads.

Adrien, in an attempt to get back into their good graces, had once claimed to be Chat Noir, the ‘hero’ of Paris. They had brushed him off. If what he had said was correct then that meant that they drove Marinette who was Ladybug to kill herself. Horrible realization sets in as it meant that Hawkmoth won.

Lila chose that moment to came back to the land of the living to scream bloody murder once she saw Marinette again.

The scream brought everyone out of their trance from their shock and started screaming or yelling.

The windows slammed open and the wind whipped. The doors of the classroom closed shut with a loud bang. The clouds were dark outside and there were some flashes of lighting and thunder. (Thank you Longg.)

Marinette’s hair was undone and whipped around her. Her eyes were glowing blue. As she started laughing at the chaos she had unleashed, the class and Mme Bustier ducked for cover and hid under their desks. Except for Adrien and Lila.

Lila, fueled by anger, pounced at the ravenette but was thrown against the classroom wall before she even had a chance to lay a hand. Fell down and appeared to be knocked out. Alya made a move to check up on her.

Adrien was thrown back against the floor when the strong winds started. The scars on his back were burning with a lot of intensity now and it was a miracle that he still hasn’t passed out from the pain.

Unknown to him, the words were glowing red and seen through his shirt. Mme Bustier, Nino, Sabrina and Nathaniel were the few that saw the bright red letters spelling out ‘TRAITOR’ on Adrien’s back as he got back up.

“Marinette, this isn’t you. Milady, please.”

“Shut up.” She flicked her wrist, sending Adrien against the teacher’s desk. He hit it hard and was knocked out like Lila.

Alya after making sure that Lila was fine. “Marinette, stop this. I know that you are probably mad at Adrien for killing you but we never did anything to you.”

“Never did anything?! Never did anything? Hah. What about the time that you slapped me in the face in front of the entire school and said our friendship was over? You called me names. You said that I deserve every bruise you gave me. The rest of you weren’t any better.” She turned around and with the flick of her wrist, the heavy desks were in the air, robbing anyone of a hiding place.

“You stood by and allowed it to happen. You destroyed my stuff, claiming I deserve it. My sketchbook, filled with commissions, torn and stepped on like trash. You all crossed a line that Chloe didn’t even dare and you call it the right thing to do. Hypocrites all of you. Some of you have known me since l'école primaire. What was it about me that you believed her over me?! ”

What happened next was all a blur to everyone, there was a lot of screaming involved, some blood, lightning and thunder everywhere and then, black.

Nino opened his eyes to see Alya peacefully sleeping on her desk. What happened?...Oh Crap I fell asleep. The last thing I remember was….MARINETTE!

Nino snapped his head up. And saw the rest of the class and Mme. Bustier asleep in their respective places.

But there was a sense of wrongness. Something was off... and he can’t pinpoint on what.

The bell rang, startling everyone awake. Nino checked the time. And crap did they all sleep through the first period?! Turning towards his now-awake girlfriend, “Hey Alya, Alya, what do you remember?”

He was surprised to see red eyes like she had been crying. “I- I- I had the weirdest dream. Marinette was there, like she never died and she… why are you looking at me like that?”

“Don’t freak out but I don’t think it was a dream.”

On the rooftop, above the classroom, a red clad figure lounged at the edge with her airpods in and chuckling to herself.

-----

Marinette didn’t torture them. Scared the hell out of them, sure but it was harmless. Mostly. She left carved words on everyone’s wrists which no one else but the class can see. (This one is more mental than anything.)

The scars are unique depending on how close they were to Marinette before she died. Most of the class had the word ‘friend’ crossed out. FRIEND

Nino and Kim had Childhood friends. It serves as a painful reminder of how long they had known the girl.

Alya was a special case with BEST FRIEND and ‘A good reporter always checks her sources’ underneath it. She remembers saying those words to Marinette a long time ago, back when she thought she knew Marinette.

Mme Busitier had Best Teacher and when she was in the comfort of her own home, saw ‘Bully Enabler’ on her other wrist.

Adrien and Lila were questioned as they weren’t the only ones with scars on their wrists. (Although Lila had LIAR written in big letters across her forehead with a sharpie and a drawn-on-moustache of a cartoon villain.)

Nino managed to get the class to back off on Adrien and later to pull him aside to explain about the scars on his back and why did Ladybug (who was apparently Marinette this whole time and she was dead... he thinks.) called him ‘Traitor’?

Adrien told Nino everything. The curse didn’t interfere so for the first time in months, Adrien was able to say the truth.

-----

That was also the day that Lila’s reign finally ended.

The class had suspected for a while about her lies and false promises. There were a few inconsistencies in the beginning that were overlooked and brushed off as Lila’s memory problems.

They all had for the first two years had defended Lila against anyone (mainly Marinette) who thought she was a liar. Lila herself made sure that her lies were believable, actually putting in research for once in her life and planting evidence here and there about her achievements with a few faked articles. They staunchly believed her lies until Marinette’s death.

With her main enemy finally down and everyone else who opposed her, lost their morale along with their ally, Lila stopped putting in the efforts to make her lies seem real and then the cracks of her kingdom began forming.

At first, the students of Mme Bustier class believed them but the stories soon seemed like bragging but they were too polite to point it out to their ‘nice’ and ‘shy’ classmates.

Lila began making mistakes from her lack of research and a few of them later pointed out the few inconsistencies but they were brushed off as memory lapses.

More and more of these ‘memory lapses’ happened more often and soon, most of the class had their suspicion of Lila.

They were just in denial of Lila lying to them.

A few like Max, Nathaniel, Juleka and Sabrina who finally find out that Lila was lying and confront her about it were threatened and they were too afraid to do anything.

After all, Marinette had tried to disprove them and look where she is now. Six feet under.

And the ‘ghost attack’ from Marinette was the final straw.

The class tried to help Lila get rid of the sharpie, especially the one on her forehead and Alya made a comment how it was so typical of Marinette despite being dead and some half-heartedly agreeing.

Max, frustrated that his friends still can’t see it that Lila is a liar and they were the ones who drove Marinette to death that she is now haunting them and it was all their fault, took out his detailed research to disprove Lila’s lies. Nathaniel, Sabrina and Juleka spoke up and brought out their own research. The seeds of doubts which had been planted the past years were finally sprouting

A while later, the entire class was in chaos, everyone was shouting at Lila, some of them were shouting at Adrien, Alya being in complete denial and Mme. Bustier trying to maintain the peace.

Unknown to them, the camera in the classroom was being live streamed to a screen in a room in Le Grand Paris, complete with audio as a group of teenagers watched the chaos unfold.

“You know.” Chloe said, “I thought it was hilarious when you went all bloody mary on them but this shit is way more entertaining.”

Maria smiled, satisfaction on her face as she snatched some popcorn from Alix. “Oh, I had fun. Took years but Lila is finally getting what is coming to her. In about an hour, Signora Rossi is going to come through the door with the police.”

“What did you do, M?”

“Let’s just say the Italian Embassy and the French Police got an anonymous tip this morning about Lila Rossi and the incidents following her around the schools she had attended in the past couple of years.”

“No..” Alix gasped.

Maria just smirked.

-----

Gabriel was freaking out when Adrien came home and told him about what happened to his class.

He did not need another ghost attack on top of everything else.

First, Afterlife had managed to steal some (read: a lot) of Gabriel’s investors and Gabriel’s shares were plummeting.

Secondly, there were a few important documents leaked onto the internet, showing a few suspicious purchases which had the brand and himself under scrutiny.

Third, Natalie told him about her recent condition which occurs during the night and raised a few suspicious glances from Emilie when there was a raven in the house while Gabriel wanted to see proof of this transformation.

Lastly, Emilie had been poking around about the years she was in her coma and it was sheer luck that she hadn't found out about Hawkmoth and connected the dots.

He called up John again to complain that it didn’t work and asked for a refund or face a lawsuit. John pointed out that the spell only worked in the house and kept ghosts out of it and other places were free game.

Needless to say, Gabriel pulled Adrien out of school to be homeschooled again and made sure Emilie stayed inside, no matter what.

The longer Natalie stayed as a raven, the whiter Gabriel’s head of hair became and he was beginning to lose hair at a very fast rate.

----

(Part 7)

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[kiribakuhappiness]

Prompt- someone in class 1A bodyswaps with kirishima. For some reason they don't/can't tell their class. Whoever is in kiri body (your choice) has to deal with soft baku who either is about to confess or is already secretly dating kirishima

(Kiribaku Drabble Prompt) OH MY GOD. I AM DEAD. JUST TAKE IT. with love.

The alarm went off (supposedly) at exactly six o’clock in the morning just like it did every other morning from what felt like the beginning of time. But the tune that drifted over into his ears sounded a bit strange today, and the sheets felt a bit scratchier and heavier than he remembered them being, and - probably most importantly to note - Izuku hadn’t even needed to twitch a single muscle that morning before the blaring noise was being cut off again on its own and the room was plunged back into stifling silence.

Which all lead to the objectively horrifying conclusion that there was someone else in this bed with him.

Izuku tried not to notice how frantically his heart was pattering away inside his chest, and he kept his eyes closed to maybe continue to give off the absolutely false pretense of still being asleep, but it was no use.

He was effectively freaking out.

Why did this kind of stuff keep happening to him? First it was Aoyama leaving him cheese outside on his balcony and now this? Should he be telling somebody about these incidents? It was starting to feel like maybe it was time for him to tell somebody. All Might, maybe? Principal Nedzu? His mom?

But… that alarm… it hadn’t been set to the sound he was used to.

And these bed sheets... they were so familiar somehow...

Izuku swallowed down his rattled nerves as quietly as possible before he unfurled one of his shaking fists to touch more prominently at the heavy comforter currently all tangled up around his limbs that felt too warm, so very careful to avoid shifting too obviously or accidentally bumping into whoever the hell was next to him.

No... Izuku knew these sheets. The way that the material caught on the pads of his fingers and pulled at long forgotten memories too blurry in his adrenaline-filled state to properly see them, and that smell! He took in a deep, slow breath through his nose, and he recognized all of them. His brain prodded him with useless bombardments of dismembered images. A pillow. A blanket. A couch. A kitchen. A color. A voice.

Oh. No.

This was Kacchan’s room.

Why the hell was Izuku in Kacchan’s room?!

Why the hell was he in Kacchan’s bed?!?!

These were the exact same sheets, the same rough texture, the same familiar smell of a subtle bleach and a smoldering stack of firewood that had been ingrained into his memories since before he was old enough to even be fully self-aware of such significant sights and sounds and sensory triggers.

But this hand...

Izuku wiggled his fingers as carefully as he dared to, but it all felt wrong. The wrist was too wide, the tendons in his forearm were too strong and sturdy, like they’d never been strained or bruised before in their entire lives, fresh and limber and toned.

No. None of this was right.

“Oi, we fuckin’ gettin’ up or what?” Kacchan’s hoarse, early-morning voice cracked somewhere beside him before an equally rough palm smacked hard into his bare shoulder and startled Izuku’s eyes wide open with a chaotic lurch in the opposite direction as he rushed to sit up and put as much distance between them as possible.

Oh wow. Yeah. This was Kacchan’s room alright.

That poster used to be in his bedroom back at his parent’s place, and that snowboard leaning against the dresser in the corner had his signature orange stripe down a solid black background, and this was definitely the same navy-blue comforter that Izuku had always hated the feeling of ever since he was old enough to hate the way that things felt, and - holy cow - there was Kacchan.

Sleep torn and shirtless with his wayward spikes all pressed down flat on one side while he lifted a broad hand up to rub his battle-scarred knuckles into one of his blurry eyes. His lips tucked down into a petulant scowl and his eyebrows furrowed in the middle of his forehead the longer that Izuku continued to sit and stare at him with an open mouth as though he had just watched him grow another head.

Kacchan hasn’t tried to explode him yet.

Why hasn’t Kacchan tried to explode him yet?

“The fuck are you lookin’ at me like that for?” Kacchan griped in a moody manner as he reached out for a second time and pushed at his shoulder again, lighter, and with fingers that tried to linger for far too long. Izuku jumped at the unexpected contact and tried to back completely out of his reach, but the bed was much too small, and suddenly he was tumbling off onto the floor with a resounding groan of pain that sounded nothing like his own.

“Oi! Kirishima! The fuck is the matter with you?” Kacchan snapped in clear agitation as he glared over the edge of the bed down at Izuku’s rumpled figure lying in a heap on the floor.

Did he just say Kirishima?

Okay. Something really crazy must have happened last night. Something quirk related. Definitely something quirk related.

Izuku righted himself on the ground before he held up his hands in front of his face and gazed at the strong, muscular vein protruding on his right forearm that was most definitely not his own, and yeah, okay, he was in Kirishima’s body right now. That’s what this was – they had switched bodies. Which meant that Kirishima was probably in Izuku’s room, waking up as him and - aw man - that meant that Kirishima was going to see all of the new posters and action figures that he’d been adding to his collection since the first time when everyone had forced their way into his room and -

HOLY CRAP - Kirishima was sleeping in Kacchan’s room?! Since when??

“Did you wake up feelin’ even more dumb today or what?! If you don’t answer me right fucking now -”

It was the familiar sound of Kacchan’s explosions popping in the center of his palms that finally jarred Izuku back to the present; back to the reality of this very hazardous situation that he seemed to have found himself in. There was no way that he could tell Kacchan who he really was right now. He would kill him. He would murder him in cold blood. He would blast him to death until there was nothing left of him and then he would blast away all of the rest of his pieces just for fun.

Nope. Kacchan could not find out about this. It was just out of the question.

“Sorry!” And okay, his voice did sound a lot like Kirishima’s, that was good. Lower and scratchier with an adolescent edge in the process of dropping a few more octaves before reaching full maturity someday. He could work with that. “I was just having a dream. You startled me… d-dude!”

Kacchan frowned down at him with a suspicious, squinted gaze and Izuku tried to look as innocent as possible as he slowly lumbered back up onto his feet that felt foreign and unsteady under his new weight.

Wow. Izuku was tall. It might have only been a few more centimeters, but the height difference was already astounding. It would have been kind of nice if he had swapped places with someone who happened to be taller than Kacchan, though… oh well.

Speaking of Kacchan, he tracked Izuku’s movements with a laser-light precision while Izuku tried to remember how it was that people normally stood (because he seemed to have forgotten how to) before Kacchan suddenly tch’ed and slumped back down into his pillow with a careless arm thrown up and under his head. He smacked the empty space where Izuku had just been laying with his other free hand and glared expectantly.

“C’m back,” he demanded in a decidedly less than threatening manner.

Wow. This was really weird. Kirishima slept in Kacchan’s bed and Kacchan was okay with it? How often did this happen? How did they even get to this point where it had become so natural for them to share a bed like this? To wake up together like this? When did –

Kacchan’s lip twitched impatiently and he raised his hand up in a slow, dramatic arch as though to catch his eye and make sure that Izuku couldn’t miss how obviously the gesture was being directed at him.

“Eijirou,” Kacchan grunted out, with an incredibly uncomfortable amount of eye contact, and then he smacked the empty space beside him again.

Oh… my god. It was a summons. Izuku could not do that. He could not handle just… getting back into bed with him?! Not when he’d finally managed to escape from it. There had to be an excuse. He had to find an excuse.

“I have to pee –”

“I could not care less,” Kacchan snarked back before his strong fingers gripped bunches of the comforter into a tight hold as though he were physically restraining himself from doing something that Izuku didn’t want to know what it could possibly be.

“I-I’ll just be a minute,” Izuku tried to stumble out as nonchalantly as possible as he took a hurried step in the direction of the bathroom.

A loud creak echoing from the other side of the room halted him dead in his tracks, and he whipped around to spot Kacchan as he rolled up onto his knees in one swift movement and leaned forward, reaching out and grasping the end of the bed with two strong hands and looking ready to leap off the mattress and block Izuku from continuing.

“You really gonna make me chase after you?” Kacchan snorted an amused sort of sound under his breath as his biceps flexed dangerously and he readied himself to pounce.

Oh no. Not chase after. Never ever chase after.

“N-no!” Izuku managed to stammer out, but it was far too late. Kacchan had already made the decision to end him.

Izuku scrambled back as quickly as possible in an attempt to keep some distance between them, but it closed before he even had the chance to register that it was gone and then Kacchan was just there, far too close far too quickly, leaning into his space and wow, Izuku was so uncomfortable right now that he couldn’t even pretend to keep making eye contact anymore as he fidgeted restlessly in his new cornered position.

“You’re bein’ weirder than usual,” Kacchan stated firmly, but he had finally stopped trying to come closer which was all-in-all a very good thing.

“Sorry,” Izuku squeaked out again, clenching and unclenching Kirishima’s hands over and over as he desperately tried to pull himself together. He couldn’t help feeling so incredibly blind-sided by all of this. He had so many questions and no way to ask them – no way to understand, to know.

How long would it take for Kirishima to wake up and try to come and find him? Surely he would understand the significance of how much Izuku was finding out about right now that clearly nobody was ever meant to find out about.

Holy crap, and if Kacchan knew that it was Izuku of all people who had been the first one to find out about it?! To have seen it all unfold up close and personal like this? Oh man, it was all so very bad.

“Stop apologizin’ to me, that’s what’s so fucking weird,” Kacchan grumbled out in the same bitter tone, and Izuku tried not to stiffen when he raised a hand and pressed it into the bookshelf next to his head, leaning his weight onto it and squinting down at him like they might share an extraordinary telepathic moment.

Izuku opened his mouth, ready to apologize again completely on instinct, but any noise that was about to come out got strangled and lodged in his throat when Kacchan’s other hand came up and his thumb promptly hooked under his jaw and clamped his mouth shut before a dangerous palm slid into place and covered his mouth completely. Izuku’s heart started to race in this unfamiliar chest and his eyes widened as he waited with vein-twisting anxiety for Kacchan to blow his entire face away with a single blast.

But… he never did.

“Seriously fucking stop, Kirishima. ’S pissin’ me off,” Kacchan demanded again; stern and final. “There ain’t nothin’ to apologize for, understand?”

Izuku tried to calm his labored breathing as he watched Kacchan watch him back for a long moment, and the fingers around his jaw tightened in an unfamiliar manner before they were suddenly gone again. Kacchan pushed himself away from the bookshelf and started towards the bathroom with a loud, gruff yawn.

“Better fuckin’ hurry up, cause I ain’t savin’ you any hot water for a second shower,” Kacchan warned without looking back as he turned on the light and ducked inside the other room.

Izuku’s entire body jolted back to life at the sound of the water in the shower turning on, and when it finally clicked in his head what that thinly veiled threat entailed, he tore off in the direction of the hallway at top speeds, practically sprinting out of the room and absolutely refusing to look back even when he could hear Kacchan shouting incredulously after him.

He so did not have the mental capacity to even try and unpack any of what he had just gone through. His one and only objective was to find Kirishima and switch their bodies back as soon as possible so that he could go on with the rest of his life and pretend like none of that had ever even happened in the first place.

Yeah… that sounded nice.

For once – Izuku just really, really didn’t want to know any more details.

--- full fic out now ---

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