#and my memory isn't the best when it comes to more recent occurrences

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabbles: Negan Smith- Chocolate Addict

Going out with Negan was a rare occurrence. It was normally once a month if not twice. But not much more then that most months.

They were the equivalent to a monthly date. Just the two of us to be around each other. Sure Negan had other more important things to do. Sure Negan had his wives, but nothing was better then spending time with me

His words not mine.

With each outing Negan would declare something that he just had to find. For the past few years Negan had been talking about how much he missed particular things from before the world filled with raiders, zombies, and assholes. "I was really thinking about that good kind of Mac and cheese. You know the one I’m talking about Y/n." Negan mumbled as we would walk into another abandoned building or house in half-assed desperate search of supplied and such.

The list was an ever growing one changing almost every single time we would venture out by ourselves.one time it had been about the luxury of soft, brand new pillows the memory foam ones. "They just make you sleep the best." Negan would huff as we passed by another set of abandoned homes. "I could really use a new cycle of cooks for my shelve back home." Negan had become an avid reader. Raised brows would catch his eye. "Oh don’t play coy with me Y/n I know you’re in search for the second part of that romantic book you sometimes read at night next to me in bed." I’d roll my eyes and continue the search for yes supplied but also that second book.

Of course he also always never without a doubt complained about not have a pack of cigarettes. Not those were easy to find either. So scavenging we went.

Lucille hanging over his shoulder and a handy shotgun as my side gave us some leeway for walking about just the two of us.

That's when Negan started rambling on about the thing he was in search for today. "I was thinking I haven't had a good bite of ice cream in a long while now." Negan said as we contiuned to walk. "Oh Ice cream was what you were thinking about last night?" I ask him with one brow raised. Teasing him ever so slighty. "And other things babygirl other things." He said sweetly before grabbing me and pulling me close to his side.

"Are you still in search for those other things you've been talking about?" I whisper to him. He nods as we come up on a new section of strip mall we haven't searched before. A gas station sits in front. Negan takes the lead, and I follow close behind. Negan is careful managing to make sure there aren't any zombies hanging around.

Oh FUCK yeah I found them. They've got like twenty left." Negan shouted rather stupidly. The sounds started automatically. The sweeping of feet on the dirty ground, and the sounds of garggling then the running of them towards me.

"NEGAN A LITTLE HELP HERE!" I shouted, I took a few shouts then grabbed onto my knife that was in my back pocket draperatly trying to grab one and kill itv before it killed me. Then the weight of the zombie was gone and his head was bashed in. I watched as Negan repeated his actions.

I stayed on the ground, my heartbeat in my ear and then I felt his hand on my arm. "Are you alright babe?" He asked worry inprinted on his features. I grabbed his hand and he helped me up. "Jesus christ, I don't think… I'm okay I think." I muttered mostyl to myself as I got myself steady on my feet.

From the corner of my eye I saw something. "What else were you looking for honey?" I asked my voice a little hoarse. Neganw as still staring at me. "Why don't we just take a moment and breath yeah?" Negan tried. I shook my head. "What else were you looking for?" I ask again. "I was thinking about chocolate recently, Why?" I shake my head and start to walk away from Negan.

He follows close behind me. "What are you up to babe?" He asks. "Well ice cream isn't really a thing you can find out in the wild, but you know what is?" I ask Negan as I grab at the left over chocolates. "What is?" He asks still very concerned.

"Chocolate Negan!" I giggled. I was smiling wide. "Holy fuckin' shit!" Negan muttered as he grabbed a bar from my hand and unwrapped it shoving it in his mouth. His eyes glew and he moaned around the piece. "Oh fuck! That's fuckin' wonderful." Negan said.

Completed on: 06/12/23

Posted on: 08/08/23

The Wanderers-

[saey707]

Ok if maybe you have time can u write for my girl neeko?like there's for her😭🙏

✿ Prompt: Headcanons of your relationship with Neeko ✿

♡ champion focus: neeko ♡ tw: none! ♡ Female reader

Author’s Note: Hi! I just saw your request recently and would be happy to write something little for Neeno! Enjoy! ଘ(੭◌ˊ ᵕ ˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Neeko is the best girlfriend you can possibly have. That is... If you are interested in all the weird little quirks that come with her!

From the moment Neeko came to know your Sho'ma, she was instantly drawn to your happiness and memories; You come from a community and have people you love and care about... You desire to protect your friends, a strong and brave will that reminded Neeko of a jungle cat! But most importantly, you have a heart full of love, a truly beautiful soul inside and out. That was rare for Neeko to come across in a human.

A small part of Neeko has always felt unseen and alone, often having unrequited love affairs.

Neeko has always had the ability to see the soul, interests, and personalities of anyone she comes across, though, nobody has ever wanted to take time to get to who she is. Your growing interest in her made her feel... joyful, frightened, and curious all at once!

And with it, she couldn't help but cling to you for your time and attention because she feels like you are the only person that sees her for who she is!

Picnics with cheese breads are a must for Neeko, especially at the beginning of your romantic relationship. Plus, if you ever feel up to it, Neeko is always ready to cause some mischief, her curious nature sometimes guiding her to trouble where she will need your assistance~

The trust she'll grow in you is so immense that she'll allow you to help her with her tail when it begins to shed. While tail shedding isn't a normal occurrence, it is certainly one that makes her feel like she is growing and forming a deeper connection to the world and the other realm with you!

She absolutely loves to bury her head into your chest. Neeko has always liked girls... They're so soft, smell nice, were sensitive in a good way, and well... Maybe she peaked a couple of times glamorizing herself as you...

Instead of referring to you as her girlfriend, Neeko comes up with other fun names! Her pop blossom, her sweet tomato, her tangled tethered other, or even just her winter wonder!

Should Neeko decide to settle with you in a more domestic lifestyle, she would absolutely love to tend to plants, owning her own tomato garden.

Neeko loves when you cook for her. While she is sufficient enough to cook for herself, the way humans have a process and very specific ratios to make different foods make your cooking far superior, in her opinion!

She happily reminds you that her garden is your garden, so you will always incorporate something she has grown into the meals you make, which she appreciates.

Her favorite evening/night activities with you include sitting out under the stars, exploring the wilderness with you and searching for toads and frogs to document, and picking wildflowers with you.

And at the end of the day, your curious chameleon will always reminisce about all the fun things the two of you did, carrying your soul, love, and all the fun memories the two of you make along the way with her.

[sweetestlamb]

Bring Me To Life

Summary: Kang Sujin has never had anyone to turn to, hiding behind a façade her entire life. Someone begins to peek behind the mask. 

Author’s note: My two favorite characters in TB are Seojun and Sujin, both characters who are honestly treated like trash by the writers. I cannot begin to tell how upsetting it was to see Sujin’s character assassination or how painful it is to watch her being physically abused knowing that the writers will not give her therapy or a true happy ending. She’s just here to be beaten and vilified. Seojun, I won’t even rant everyone knows what the problem is (idk who told them we wanted to see Start-Up the high school edition.) So I wrote this after watching the most recent episode and hating most of it for these reasons. I don’t know how far it’ll go or how often I can update, but I need my two babies to have a happy ending preferably together because the visuals are just a dreammmm. 

The rain crashes down loudly from aggrieved storm clouds bellowing above her in the sky, the chilled condensation plastering her thin satin pajamas to her trembling body. She had to get out, the pain in her cheek numbing and electrifying all at once.

How dare she tell him that she didn't want to get married, want to stand on her own two feet without a man giving her value?

His hand had flown across the room before she could sidestep the blow, the fragile glass filled with water in her hand- the very reason she'd left her room in the dead of night- shattering into jagged pieces as it collided with a greater force. Just like her.

She hadn't been trying to eavesdrop but it was hard not to hear him chuckling deeply on the phone, offering up his only child like she was an item on a menu.

"Yes we should set them up. It seems Suho isn't interested and she should marry young, that's when women are worth the most."

Nausea rolled like waves in the pits of her stomach and before she could think logically, her feet were sprinting into the living room, air barely filling her lungs as she stared at the man she'd never once thought of as a father. The last time she'd made the grave mistake of calling him daddy he'd smacked her so hard that was how she lost her first tooth. He'd been father ever since or Mr. Kang. She tried her best to avoid him at all cost, she would never be good enough and it was getting harder to hide the marks he left behind.

It was difficult to remember clearly what occurred seconds after her refusal to marry a man she didn't know left her lips, his fist connected and she was knocked back onto their coffee table the sharp edge cutting at her cheek. As she looked at him, anger painting his face a demonic red, fear crippled her and her hands twitched desperately wanting to wash them raw. Then he grabbed a thick marble ashtray from the table and her instincts took over and she was out the door, running as fast as she could, knowing her life was at stake and she couldn't afford to stop.

When the cloud in her head cleared that was when she found herself at the bus stop.

Judgmental whispers breeze by her ears as people passed by with umbrellas, shocked to see the young girl crying in her pajamas at the stop, but none stopped to offer her help or inquire about her situation, happy just to pass judgement. She ignores them all, panicking racing through her blood until she's unable to breathe, choking on nothing as she twitches in the harsh air. Her throat constricts as she screams at herself, breathe. 

Breathe.

BREATHE! 

But it's useless as her body shuts down, forgetting how to do the basic function, she sways as she starts to feel light headed from the lack of oxygen and with a final wheeze she collapses. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

He signs as he weaves past cars moving far too slowly, adrenaline rushing through his veins as he marginally misses nipping a car to the left of him, easily dragging his motorcycle away with the fluid movements of his body. He glares up at the sky before cursing, "Fucking weather report didn't say anything about a sudden rainstorm." If he'd known he would have stayed home, always hating the rain. It brought back bad memories.

Halting at a red light, he puts his leg down for balance bouncing slightly in place. Pulling the shield up on his helmet he glances around, recognizing the area easily, before something in his peripheral catches his attention, a lump on the ground. Tilting his head he revs his trusty iron steed to live, riding over to the direction of the mysterious mass on the wet ground. As he gets closer his heart falters, it's too evident now. 

It's a person.

Jumping off his bike and pushing out the kickstand he flings his helmet off, his hair immediately drenched under the downpour as he races over to help. As he nears the figure, it becomes clearer it's a woman wearing what looks like sleep clothes. Momentarily he wonders if this is a crazy person and if he should just mind his business but a frightening image of his little sister unconscious on the ground and no one coming to her aid flashes in his mind.

"I'll just check if she's breathing and call an ambulance. That's all, if she tries to attack me I'll just ride away." He takes a deep breath, collecting his courage before closing the gap between him and the unconscious woman.

Crouching beside her, he reaches out a hand hesitating before sighing and shaking at her cold shoulder. No response. He shakes harder now, watching the motion quake through her entire body, but still she is unresponsive.

"Hey! Hey! Are you okay? Wake up, you're scaring me!" He starts to jiggle her with both hands, before he crawls into her space not caring about his safety any longer, the idea that this unknown woman might be dead is making him nauseous. People are always dying without his permission. It's so frustrating.

"Wake up! Come on!" He shouts at the figure now holding both her shoulders and turning the woman over, lifting her face from its place on the ground, cradling her limp body in his lap. After two more vicious shakes, she starts to cough and groan in his arms. Relief swims through his veins as he watches her come back to life, anxiously watching as her dewy long lashes flutter open and he's caught in a lifeless deep gaze.

"Han Seo-Jun?"

It takes a long pause for him to register that the woman has said his name and then a longer moment to recognize who she is.

"Kang Su-Jin?" He replies in genuine shock, taking in the wom--young girl in his arms. She's shivering so violently that it's becoming difficult to hold onto her, vibrating out of his hold before he grips her tighter, whipping off his jacket without second thought and wrapping it around her. Goosebumps raising on his skin as his body mentally berates his lack of survival skills.

"What are you doing here?" She looks at him bewildered as if the stranger occurrence is his presence and not her own.

He squints his eyes looking back at her, "I could ask you the same thing. I found you unconscious here. I thought you were...." He trails off unable to utter the rest of his sentence.

"You should have left me here. Maybe I would have. If I was that lucky."

"What? Are you crazy, you want to die? Did you do this to yourself, what are you on?!" He roars at her, rage flooding his system as he shouts at the stupid girl, how dare she try to kill herself and leave her body for him to find? He wishes he had taken a different route, that he'd never come across her. He was in no state to comfort someone who was suicidal, still too raw and hurt. What was so hard about living that made people want to do that? Hot tears gather in his eyes as he abruptly pulls away from Sujin, unapologetic as she tumbles to the ground without his support.

She starts at him, stunned before righteous fury twists her features and she roars back at him.

"Who are you to judge me! I didn't ask you to help me, leave me alone!"

He glares back at her ready to yank his jacket away and run away from her but a small movement stops him, as she's screaming at him a small muscle twitches in her cheek bringing his attention to said cheek. It's nearly purple, standing out obscenely on her pale skin and then he notices the split lip and the bruises on her neck and he's so ashamed of himself he could bawl.

He deflates before speaking to her, "What happened to your face? Who did this to you?"

He doesn't know what kind of look he has on his face but before his questions can even settle between them she's sneering and twisting away from him, throwing his jacket on the ground before making her escape. Unprepared for her sudden departure he reacts too late, before chasing after her. It's easy to close the distance separating them with his long legs and within seconds she's merely inches in front of him, he reaches out a large hand to grab her wrist but hesitates recalling the bruises littering her frame. Instead he races past her, blocking her with his body swerving to the left and then the right when she tries to dodge him. They play this cat and mouse game before she finally gives up, glaring up at him with moist enraged eyes.

"Why do you care? We aren't even friends!"

Her piercing shout rings in his ears as he looks down at her passively. He can't answer that question, doesn't know what brought him to this area so late and not understanding why he was the one to find her in this condition. He doesn't know why he cares. But maybe things could have been different if Se-Yeon had someone to chase him. Maybe he'd still be alive...

So he answers her honestly.

"I don't want anymore people to die."

To his complete shock she starts to cry, tears falling rapidly from her eyes before she crumples to the ground, the rain pounding on her head and he stands still unsure of what to do before he drapes the jacket he'd rescued from the ground over her head, shielding her from most of the thunderous downpour. When she looks up to see the jacket protecting her, he almost falls backwards as her head slams into his chest, her tears simmering hot on his chilled body. It's almost painfully uncomfortable but he doesn't move away. Letting her cry on his chest, his shirt is soaked anyway this makes no difference.

He doesn't know how long they are crouched there on the ground, so dark that the sidewalk is completely devoid of anyone else, it feels like they are the only two people left on Earth.

"If we stay here you're going to get a cold."

He voices his concern but the only reply he receives is a gross sounding sniffle and he grimaces, knowing that his poor shirt is probably damaged beyond repair covered in snot and tears.

Sighing he starts to repeat himself before she whispers, "I don't have anywhere to go."

"I can take you home." Her fists tighten in his drenched shirt, he can practically feel the fear wafting off her, he'd assumed the marks on her face were from a possessive unhinged boyfriend but her reaction makes him uneasy. He tries to push those unpleasant thoughts to the corner.

"What about your friends? Why don't you call Su-ah or Ju-Kyung, I’m sure they’ll help you.” 

She stiffens in his arms before shaking her head in decline.

"No. I can't let anyone else see me like this. I don't need them looking at me the way you did, like I'm a sad pitiful puppy. I never want anyone look at me like that again."

He can respect that, he never wants to appear weak in front of others. It was easier to become angry and lash out rather than showing your true heart, nobody could hurt you that way.

"Then what? Where do you want to go?"

"I have nowhere to go. I'll stay here until morning. I'll be fine, you can go."

He looks at her dumbfounded, what kind of man would leave a battered woman alone in the rain? He wasn't raised by animals, damn it.

"Let's go." He makes a point not to touch her, their only point of connection are her hands twisted in his shirt.

"What?"

He bulldozes past her confusion, looking at her with what he hopes are comforting eyes.

"I'm taking you to my house. I can't just leave you here."

"Are you crazy? Don't you live with your mother and sister, what will they say?"

He winces at the logical inquiry, he had already considered that himself, thinking of his mother's subsequent smacks and his sister's teasing once they learned what he'd done but still deciding that he has no other choice. He can't just leave her here.

He shrugs, "That's my problem to worry about. I'm not leaving you here, I'd really like to get out of his rain. Let's go." He repeats himself harder, pleading with her.

She looks away and he's prepared to throw her over his shoulders and face the consequences when he hears her response, "Okay. Let's go."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It's a quiet ride back, the engine rumbling through the aching bones of her frozen body. Han Seojun. The last person she ever expected to see after being roused from her panic induced collapse. Her arms tighten around his thin waist as he swerves around a car, adrenaline and fear battling for dominance in her body. When her fingers accidentally brush across wet bare skin she quickly moves her hands higher, fighting the embarrassment that washes over her.

If he notices she can't hear his reaction over the roar of the motorcycle.

When they finally pull up to a small apartment, she loosens her hold on him cracking her frozen digits.

"You didn't need to hold that tightly, I wasn't going to let anything happen to you. I ride this everyday you know."

She doesn't reply focusing on getting off the bike, swinging her leg over and hopping off not graceful but effective, a small proud smile spreads on her face before she gazes back at him.

He stares back before shaking his head, as if lost in a daze before he stomps off for her to follow.

Wordlessly she trails behind him, feeling foolish in her duck pajamas, a gift from Su-ah.

When he pushes his front door open, letting her in first she steps out of her sopping wet house slippers standing awkwardly looking around.

"Stay here. I'll get towels so we don't trail too much water."

She nods at his command, gazing at the floor and seeing how much water is already pooling around her feet.

"Here." He hands her a fluffy pink towel, she raises an eyebrow at the color.

"It's the guest towel. I wouldn't give you my towel."

That makes sense, sharing towels is far too intimate for the relationship they have. That being none. 

She rapidly towels at her hair, before running the towel down her body and wrapping it around her waist.

"You can use the bathroom. It's the second door on the right. I'll bring you dry clothes."

She steps cross the doorway, finally entering his home. Before she turns back to him staring directly into his eyes, "Than.... You didn't have to do this." She loses her confidence but his answering smirk lets her know he understood enough, with that she walks to the bathroom locking herself inside.

The sight of her bruised face in the mirror makes her pause, reaching up to finger at the stark purple mark on her cheek. She's crying before she can control her emotions, tears dripping into the sink as she remembers her night, how close she was to the end despite what she said to Seojun she wanted to live. As her father stood above her ready to snuff her out like a mere nuisance in his life, she realized with a burning passion how desperately she wanted to live.

A soft knock drags her back to reality as she rapidly wipes her tears away.

"I'm leaving clothes by the door. You can come out whenever you're ready. I'm making tea."

When she hears the light steps of his feet moving away from the door she opens the door a crack, picking up the neatly folded pile of clothes. Sending the boy a mental thank you before closing the door quietly.

It's clear that these clothes belong to Seojun, draping off her body, too large for her frame, a black T-shirt with a microphone on the center and sweatpants that cover her feet as well, he'd even remembered to bring her socks. Instantly she feels her body warming as her body temperature returns to normal. 

Folding her wet clothes and splashing water on her face then using the towel to rub it dry, she exits the bathroom walking towards the light she sees assuming that's the kitchen.

"The water's almost done boiling. Sit down."

His deep voice greets her as she follows his orders and takes a seat.

"Are these your clothes?"

"What? Oh yeah they're mine, sorry my sister locked her door. They're very old though, I haven't worn them in years I thought they would fit you better." He eyes her as he says the last sentence, "I guess it didn't make much of a difference I'm just too tall and manly for my own good."

She scoffs at his narcissistic comment rolling her eyes "Tall and manly my foot. You're so skinny I could probably pick you up with one arm."

He immediately turns at her comment, affronted look on his face, "Shut up! It's hard for me to put on weight, I'm not that skinny."

He places his hands on his hips, looking down at himself before puffing his chest out to make himself appear broader, it's so ridiculous that she can't control her reaction.

Sudden uncontrollable laughter.

She laughs breathlessly, folding onto her lap trying to contain her giggles but his scandalized look makes her laugh harder and she has to stuff her face in her elbow to prevent herself from waking his family.

After a few minutes of random spasms of laughter she finally peers back up at him.

He looks just like he did outside when she'd smiled after successively getting off his motorcycle.

"What? What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. I just never see you smile at school."

"Well you never do anything worth smiling about." She quips back, wondering if she'd gone too far but he doesn't reply beyond a slight smile that's gone too fast to even be titled that, he places her steaming cup of tea before her sipping at his own after blowing on it.

They drink in comfortable silence.

She's the first to rapture the silence, "I don't need pity."

"I don't pity yo--"

"But thank you. Thank you for stopping. Thank you for this, thank you."

He stares wordlessly before nodding, a slight blush on his cheeks before he hides his face in the cup of tea. She doesn't bring attention to it.

"You can sleep in my room. It's the door next to the bathroom."

Humming she looks up, fatigue hitting her like a brick at the mention of sleeping.

"Where will you sleep?"

"I have a perfectly good couch, don't argue you're sleeping in my room. That's final. It's better that my mother doesn't see a strange woman on the couch when she wakes up."

Well, she can't argue with that logic.

"Okay." Drinking the last of the soothing beverage, she stands up walking over to place the cup in the sink.

"Good night." She starts to walk back in the direction of the bathroom, seeing another door next to it. Seojun's room. Twisting the doorknob she pushes it open, before she hears his voice from behind her.

"If you need anything I'm right outside."

Blinking her tears away, she nods without looking back, too vulnerable with his palpable concern.

When she lays her head down on his pillow, his scent fills her senses and she falls into a deep restless slumber feeling safer than she has in long time.

Tomorrow will be horrible.

But tonight, she will allow herself to breath easy knowing that someone is on her side.

[azurewoods]

Spoilers 290‼️

I found interesting that Dabi told Endeavor he never forgot what he did to him. Correct me if I'm wrong, they haven't specified what Endeavor did to Touya but is theorized that he probably was put through something similar to Shoto, or even worse taking into account his burnt skin.

Moreover, we know Endeavor has changed or at least he desires to. He wants to fix the bond with his children by trying to be nice, for example when he let Shoto bring Deku and Bakugo to his agency or when he ate with his family. We could say he's atoning with his family... right?

I can't help but compare this panels with Deku and Bakugou's relationship.

It's so similar with the "I was a really sh!tty person in the past but now I've reflected how I used to be, why I did it and why it's wrong, so I'm trying to make up for it". First, we're talking about Bakugo, he tormented Deku through junior school and even told him to end his own life. This continued until UA, when he started showing more respect towards Deku after kacchan vs deku 2. In recent chapter we saw Bakugou is atoning for what he did and unexpectedly he saved Deku from AfO. (not unexpectedly he's literally training to save other people's life, but you know what I meant)

As for Endeavor, he also did horrible things to his kids. Basically he abused (physically and mentally) his older and younger kids in order to beat the number one hero he couldn't beat. But then, when he became the number one after All Might's retirement, he started reflecting. We saw him trying to reach Shoto (and being left on read lmao) and being nice to Natsu and Fuyumi, however he has a long path to get their forgiveness.

But then there's the 'tormented' ones in this situation, Deku and Dabi. For Deku, he had a really bad time being quirkless and getting bullied for it, plus getting told by All Might that he can't be a hero, because he was quirkless. That's simply depressing. However, he got OfA and is now living his dream of being a hero. He acknowledges what Bakugou put him through but he still admires him. He could never hate him or seek revenge for what he did, he probably already forgave him. We could say things turned out good for him.

For Dabi I can't say the same. He was mistreated by his father with (probably) the intention of making him someone very powerful with his fire. I can say it wasn't a pleasant experience considering that he went to Natsu asking why he had to exist. At some point Dabi couldn't go further so his father "throw him away", earning himself a revenge from his own son. He tried killing his father in the nomu accident when he was with Hawks and planned on killing Shoto in a future when he becomes successful as a pro hero. Now his wishes of revenge are about to become true.

Having said that, let's see this panels

"you reap what you sow" is used to say that good things happend when you do good things, or in this case it means "bad things happens when you do bad things". Basically it's karma.

Enji did wrong and he hopes to fix things, looking fowards a better future with better actions. I mean, he's kind of conscious of what he did, but if he doesn't completely acknowledge what he did, the past is going to come back to bite his ass. Like now. And Dabi wants to be the one who teaches him that.

In Bakugou's case, he acknowledges what he did to Deku. We even see flashbacks of his memories when he bullied Deku. Now, he's atoning through actions, helping him, showing him respect, things like that. He saved Deku, when having this "hero occurrence" of his body moving by itself.

My point is, even if they were trying to do good, are they still going to receive this "punishment" from the bad things they did in life? Does that mean Bakugou will go through a difficult time? Maybe he is already 'paying' because he's been through (or being part of) unfortunate events. he was targeted and kidnapped in the Training Camp arc, he feels responsable for All Might's retirement in Kamino arc, he doesn't receive the hero license right away (is not thaat bad, but that might hurt his pride), his mentor (Best Jeannist) being presumably dead and now getting struck by Shigaraki's dark tendrils. A series of unfortunate events, guys

Now, for this panel

I feel that Bakugou is going to think this words a lot, because the Todoroki's 'struggle' has in common two things with his relationship with Deku: hurt and forgiveness.

I can't help but think that if Deku had never received OfA, never entered to UA or if the last words he had with All Might, his inspiration, were that he couldn't become a hero because he was quirkless; he would've turned into a villain. Just like Dabi, he would create a plan of revenge against Bakugou in the future. The outcome would be so similar, because who would like to see his bully/abuser become successful knowing very well the terrible person he is? I know Deku is naturally heroic and forgiving person, but even the kindest person breaks when they're not shown back kindness. There's also Gentle Criminal who is supposed to be the kind of person Deku would've turned if he didn't make it to the hero world. But hey, you can't tell me Deku isn't villain material. He has the brains, the quirk analysis to defeat every hero out there or at least make them have a hard time fighting.

Bakugou surely will think the what if's of his relationship with Deku, to reevaluate with more detail the consequences that could have led Deku in the villain side with the hell he made him live through junior school.

I'm not sure I would call this parallels but they have, in a way, a very similar story. What was done is done, the character has to solve by his own what he did wrong.

(again, sorry if there are any typos!)

In other matter, this chapter was just AMAZING. The dance was just perfect and Dabi living his best life gave me clear skin. Let's enjoy this for a moment

[dreamiesdotcom]

careful (slow spin-off) | l.jn, n.jm

Summary: With Jaemin, things are just... a lot nicer. Lighter.

Word Count: 1.6k

"Hyuck, stop staring. Jaemin seems sweet and all, but he looks like he's ready to pick a fight," Mark groans then slouches at his chair.

Was he up making music again? Why is Mark so devoted to helping that guy? Jeno doesn't really understand.

He looks at Donghyuck, then to where he's staring at. He briefly recognizes Renjun and his friends, one of them with entwined fingers as Na Jaemin. That's the person Donghyuck has been staring at for the past fifteen minutes.

"Hyuck. Seriously, I don't think you even know his best friend's name."

"That lovely person right there, you see, is Y/N," Donghyuck proudly states. He scoffs, "Please, I don't go around flirting with strangers. "

Jeno returns a similar expression, momentarily bringing down his book. He tilts his head, "Well, have you ever hung out?"

He pauses, breathes one beat late, and then sighs. Mark sits up straight, steals a glance at the other side of the room, and then waits for Donghyuck's answer.

The sunkissed boy just shakes his head, "No."

There's just enough pause there, enough hesitance in his voice that he cannot be trusted. Instead of pointing that out, Jeno laughs, shrugs, and sets his eyes on his book. Whatever the hell it is that happened between pages 108 and 112, he doesn't understand at all.

Jeno tries to recall an old memory: he remembers being teamed up with Huang Renjun for a while because of a photography project. He remembers staying up late with the boy at a convenience store, editing pictures, and drowning in coffee.

They didn't talk much — the only time Renjun talked about something other than the task at hand was when he was pointing at the park across, and that brings him to the question; Why did Donghyuck lie?

"Let's just get out of here," Mark announces, drinking his coffee quickly.

Jeno absentmindedly collects his belongings as Hyuck blushes over whatever it is they heard that he didn't, and then stands up and heads for the door. He lets them walk first, then he watches for a while.

What is it exactly that brought him to this point?

"Careful..." were the words Mark drawled out to Jeno back then when they were much younger. Then, after that, he'd smile, "You look at Hyuck like you're about to fall. Careful, Lee Jeno."

But Jeno didn't need to hear that, not from Mark at least. He was responsible and rational, he thought things through before he dived deep — Mark does the same, but he's all blurs between safe and dangerous and the last thing Jeno needs is Mark telling him to be careful because the older's definition of careful is most people's careless. That was a piece of advice, though. Jeno should've listened.

Jeno didn't need Mark to tell him to watch himself before he falls, because he knows what's proper and what's not. It was out of his control that everything seemed right with Donghyuck.

###

What does blue taste like? Jeno read from that one time Mark's recent subject has left his notebook. He didn't mean to look at what doesn't belong to him, but the question has him curious enough.

The answer? It's something Jeno can't seem to get out of his mind.

What does blue taste like? Repeats the question. The answer comes in rough cursive, sloppy, and messy handwriting, as if the writer couldn't see through the emotions they felt as they scribbled out: For me, it's sometimes bitter, sort of sweet, and it's overwhelmingly strong. It's watching your friends fall in love with each other. It's falling in love with one of your best friends.

Sometimes it tastes like the orange juice you drink as you watch said best friend fall in love with somebody else, sour like the realization that it wasn't you he fell for when all you've done is crash to him.

And truthfully, the kid was weird, but he was adorable. He's tall, handsome, and he danced like he was born for it, so good that Jeno really wouldn't be surprised if he was, but he was shy and awkward and clumsy as well, far from the bubbly and confident people his best friend liked. He didn't see why Mark was so interested in this kid.

As he accidentally reads this page, however, he doesn't care for all of that. He just wonders how sweet smiles carry such heartaches, and maybe, he thinks of how similar they are .

He doesn't know what the hell it was that happened within those months his best friend — the one he's hopelessly in love with — shined brighter than the others, but right now he thinks he has a clue: playing the guitar side by side with Mark on Christmas Eve, watching Donghyuck kiss the love of his life under the mistletoe (which he manually holds above their heads) after singing that person a song he wrote for months. Jeno's pretty sure he doesn't need any context anymore. He just keeps on thinking about the excerpt he accidentally read from Park Jisung's notebook and then laughs along even if he doesn't understand anything going on.

He walks home that day without telling either Mark or Hyuck.

###

Na Jaemin was an occurrence that happened every now and then.

They were friends when they were younger, that's something he wouldn't deny. Somewhere around the room, he knows he still has photos with him laying around. It was a seasonal kind of friendship, and then the occasional kind as they grew up, until it was just... not there. He doesn't know what happened. They're in good terms, he knows that as they've worked on a task together before, but they've never really hung out like then.

Well, not until their best friends got together, at least.

Their circles just kind of merged after that Christmas. There wasn't much change in their routines; they still go on sleepovers, eat lunch together, walk home in groups. Only that this time, there are more people, and there's more laughter, and Jeno isn't looking wistfully at someone all alone.

Jaemin does the same.

It's kind of funny, really. These past few months, it feels like he's catching up to all those lost touches with Jaemin — he's the same weird guy he knew from childhood.

It was awkward at first but then before he knows it, they're all falling into their places like puzzle pieces. Before he knows it, months have passed and they've got closer and they're hanging out at his place, just the two of them, staring at the plastic stars on his ceiling. Unlike before, the unspoken feelings he has for Donghyuck only hurts a little.

With Jaemin, things are just... a lot nicer. Lighter.

"Jisung needs to stop leaving his goddamned notebook around," Jaemin complains, lowering the volume of his speakers so they could talk. Jeno rests his face on his palms, carefully watching the other boy. "He's great at writing but honestly, Jeno, I'm starting to feel guilty. I keep on accidentally reading his stuff and — I need to stop. Oh my God. He's working hard for that showcase and I'm here, peeping at his secret notebook!"

"Well, just ask him? You've been friends for a while now. You even said you basically raised him."

"Well, I did, but I wasn't even supposed to know about it, Jen."

Or maybe you are, Jeno thinks in his head, making some space on the bed for Jaemin who crawls right next to him. He sighs deeply, maybe you keep on stumbling around it because he hopes you'd see. Maybe he hopes you'd realize that he's in love with you.

They stay like that, quiet for a while. After ten minutes, Jaemin seems to fall asleep — he doesn't know when they grew close enough to doze off cuddling, but maybe it's just... always meant to be like this. They'd get their hearts broken and then they'd find solace with each other and they'd grow fond.

He thinks of Jisung for a little, and then he thinks of Mark. He's pretty sure Chenle could be thrown in the mix as well — he thinks of how he and Jaemin used to be part of that unspoken mess, too. Perhaps it's because something weird makes you fall in love with your best friend, like an odd charm. Or maybe it was just them.

These days, Donghyuck doesn't make his heart race as much — he gets excited, sure, seeing him and hanging out, but not for the old reasons. He's happy to see him. He loves him still, too, but it's a different kind of love — the kind he shares for Mark. The kind he's slowly starting to share with their newfound family.

Something changed, too. It felt like a new world after choosing to let his feelings for Donghyuck go, and it seemed like the past weeks, he feels something similar beginning to bloom.

When did it start? From the heartaches they shared stories about? The time they spent together? Did it begin from when they'd started hanging out again? He isn't really sure — all that he's certain about its that beside him, Jaemin looks peaceful and safe, and then Jeno muses to himself: "If you continue being like this, I might fall in love."

He could just hear Mark's voice right now — "Careful, Lee Jeno." — and he could just recall Jisung's hastily written words — 'You look at that person and you feel like you could conquer the world with one hand, but you choose to fall' — and oh, he could.

He could fall.

He's so sure of it — he could fall.

Later, when Jeno keeps his eyes closed at a failed attempt on sleep, Jaemin opens his and presses closer — "Please do."