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openheart12 · 3 years

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Mask of Death

A/N: I’ve been working on this fic for months so I hope you all enjoy I was so nervous to post lol

Thank you as always to @rigatonireid for pre-reading!! ❤️

Summary: Reader is kidnapped and of course, Spencer is there to save the day.

Warnings: mention of blood, kidnapping, implied torture, yk normal CM stuff lol

Word Count: 2,087

You had been working at the BAU for the past four years and since starting there, you had made lifelong friends. Emily, Aaron, David, Penelope, Derek and JJ were the best friends you could’ve asked for. Then there was Spencer. Spencer Reid who had become your closest friend and who you had caught feelings for almost immediately. Always wondering if he felt the same way as you did for him, but that was wishful thinking and you knew it.

The rare freetime that the team got was mostly spent together like having dinner at Rossi’s or going to the park with Henry and Jack. You and Spencer would always be glued to each other's sides and it didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the team. They would make jokes to which you and Spencer would just blush while trying to change the topic away from you two.

When you had finally worked up enough courage to tell Spencer how you felt, you were shocked and relieved to find out he felt the same way. Your relationship could’ve been a liability so together, the two of you told Aaron who was behind ecstatic for you. You figured it had something to do with him losing his own wife, but you hadn’t been at the BAU for that.

Flash forward to the present, the team had been called to Rock Springs, Wyoming after a series of murders had taken place over the course of a month. The unsub held them captive for three days, torturing them before dumping their bodies into the Flaming Gorge Reservoir.

“Wheels up in thirty,” you heard Hotch say after he finished the debriefing, bringing you out of your thoughts.

It was a pretty standard unsub, traumatic childhood, white male in his early twenties or thirties, but as the case went on, it was anything but standard.

Of course you and Spencer sat next to each other on the plane, your hands interlaced throughout the whole flight. He was reading a new book you had gotten him from Christmas while you and Emily were talking about her and JJ’s upcoming wedding plans. The two had been dating for a couple years before Emily asked the big question.

You and Spencer went to check out the last known address of Walter Williams after landing in Wyoming. It wasn’t often that the two of you were teamed up together.

Arriving at a house in the middle of nowhere, you and Spencer walked up to the front door and knocked with no answer. You checked the back door while Spencer went to check a barn in the backyard. It was only for a minute and the next thing you know you woke up in a basement with your arms tied behind your back and your legs tied to a chair. You felt liquid trickle down the side of your head and assumed it was blood. You winced from the lights and they were dim so you probably had a concussion.

Your thoughts quickly wandered over to Spencer wondering if he was okay or not because you didn’t know what had happened, but before you could think of anything else, a man with sandy blonde hair and was about average height, walking into the room, a gun in hand.

“Y/N…” he smiled wickedly at you and the fact that he knew your name, sent a shiver down your spine. Something was definitely not right. “How is Spencer doing? Your four year anniversary is coming up, isn’t it?” He smirked at seeing your fear, you tried to keep your face straight, but miserably failed. “Cat got your tongue? Oh sorry, I forgot you’re allergic to them.”

“Who are you?” You finally managed to ask.

“You don’t remember me?” You shook your head no so he continued, “you probably remember my daughter, Anna, who was murdered the year before last. You promised me you would find her killer and I’ve been following you and not once did you ever look into her case again.”

Suddenly, you remembered the little girl, the one who still haunts your dreams from the brutality of her murder. You had looked into her case afterwards, but there were other little girls out there who needed you and the team. It was a hard decision, but you had to move on at the time.

“Mr. Williams...I promise you we tried everything we could, followed up on every lead we had, but we didn’t have any evidence and those are the hardest cases to solve.” You thought maybe reasoning with him would help, but it only angered him further.

“So that’s all she was to you? Just another case to be solved?” He scoffed, “that was my baby and I lost her and you didn’t do a damn thing.” He took a step closer to you, “well, you know what this means for you, don’t you?” He gave you a smile that made goosebumps erupt across your body. You in fact, know what this meant for you. If he stuck to his patterns that was.

“Revenge isn’t going to bring Anna back.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” You watched as he put his gun in the holster on his hip and traded it for a knife. You could tell he enjoyed the fear he provoked from you and it only edged him on. He ever so lightly ran the knife down your cheek to your neck and back up. “You know, this is the exact thing my Anna went through that night.”

You thought back to the details of the recent strings of murders that had the same M.O. as his daughters and didn’t know how you couldn’t piece it together. You tried to push the images of Anna out of your head all the time, Hotch had even brought up the idea of therapy to you afterwards and you took it.

“They’re going to find me,” you said confidently to which he just laughed. “She’s better off without you,” you shot back causing him to stop laughing and then everything went black.

You awoke some time later, you had no idea how long you were out. Minutes, hours, it all felt the same. Something in front of you had caught your eye, there was a video recorder with the red light blinking meaning it was on and you had no idea who was watching.

“Spence…” you called out softly. No answer. Your head was pounding now and the lights were making it worse. You jumped after hearing the door open and Walter walking back in.

“If you say shit like that again, it’ll be the last thing you do,” he warned and you weakly nodded your head. “Now where were we?” He glanced back at the camera and grinned. “Enjoy the show, Spencer Reid.” That caught your attention and your eyes widened in horror.

“Please, don’t do this,” you pleaded, but he got his knife out and went straight to you. After he was done, he left you in a bloody mess. The amount of blood you were losing wasn’t good and you began to feel lightheaded. You hoped, prayed that they would find you soon because your body was quickly beginning to give up. Walter repeated the process every hour, making you lose more and more blood. You had to stay strong for Spencer and your friends.

“FBI!” You heard and you felt hopeful for a split second, but that quickly vanished when you felt the cool metal of a gun pressed against your temple. The agents and officers poured into the dimly lit room, your eyes immediately going to Spencer’s. His eyes were full of fear...and something more that you couldn’t decipher. You tore your eyes away from him, taking in the faces of Hotch, Prentiss, Rossi, Jareau and Morgan. A flash of pink through the door caught your eye and you couldn’t help the small smile that passed over your face. Garcia had stayed back in Quantico as usual, but the news of your kidnapping had brought her to Wyoming. It warmed your heart to know that your friends cared so much about you and if you were to die, at least you would be surrounded by the people you loved the most.

“Let her go and we can help you,” you heard Hotch’s voice, but Walter’s grip on you tightened. You tried to meet Hotch’s eyes, to try to tell him that your life wasn’t more important than the other two girls who were still missing. They had family waiting for them and Spencer would be fine without you...right?

Hotch lowered his gun, the other agents following suit. “You don’t want to do this, let her go and we can talk. We can tell them you cooperated with us or make a deal with you, but in order for that to happen, you have to let her go,” he said in a calm, unwavering voice.

“Tell them where the other girls are and you can do whatever you want to me,” you said loud enough for only him to hear you.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, Pretty Girl,” he whispered in your ear causing you to shiver at the nickname that only Spencer or Derek would call you.

Hotch took a slow, tentative step forward making Walter return his attention back to him. “Step any closer and that’s it,” he harshly pulled you back, a whimper leaving your lips at the force. You saw Spencer’s eyes that had considerably darkened and in the three years you two had dated, you had never seen him this angry. He was always able to compose himself, but when it came to you? The man lost his ability to think straight and not to mention, that this was your first time being held hostage.

“Let her go.” Spencer tried this time.

“Wouldn’t you like that, Pretty Boy?” You could tell that was when Spencer realized who he was.

“You’re Anna’s father,” he stated. Spencer knew how much her case had affected you. “She wouldn’t want you to do this, Walter. She was nine years old and what happened to her was a tragedy, but you are torturing her closest friends right now merely for the fact that they’re alive and she’s not. Y/N, she worked tirelessly on your daughter’s case day after day and I know this because I was helping her. We hadn’t given up, but we were stuck and there were other cases that needed our attention. So I’m asking, for the sake of your daughter’s memory, let Y/N go and we can talk this out.”

You felt his grip on you loosen enough that you were able to get free and ran straight into Spencer’s arms. A shot rang out and you didn’t know where it came from. Spencer grasped your face with his hands, gently, to avoid hurting you further. “Are you okay?”

“B-better now,” you gave him a small smile, but you slowly felt yourself losing consciousness.

“I need an ambulance!” Spencer shouted out, cradling your bloodied body in his arms as he gently lowered you to the ground.

The soft murmuring of the hospital machines was enough to make you stir. Your entire body ached and your head was pounding and there was a weight on your stomach. When you opened your eyes, you saw Spencer with his head on your stomach with his eyes closed. A smile made its way onto your mouth and you softly ran your fingers through his hair, ignoring the pain it caused. You were just glad to be here with him without a gun pointed to your head. The gesture was enough to wake him up and he quickly moved off of you.

“Y/N…” you saw tears pricking his eyes and you felt your own start to water.

“Spence, I’m right here,” you patted the space next to you and as carefully as he could, he got into the bed with you and wrapped an arm around you protectively.

“God, I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I love you so much.” Time passed and eventually the doctor came to check on you and was letting you go home as long as you had someone to be there for you and you did, you would always have Spencer in your corner no matter what.

“Come on, let’s go home,” he smiled at you and you matched it.

“Let’s go home,” you repeated.

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angelicmichael · 3 years

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Imminient Annihilation sounds so dope, chapter nine.

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: Reader and Michael finally learn how to communicate and decide to start being mostly civil and learn how to tolerate eachother.

Words: 5.6k+

Warnings: Mentions of bruises and falling, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, reader and Michael are both pretty mean in the first half of this part LOL, some Millory flirting <3, extreme enemies to lovers, extreme slow burn, reader is going through inner torment like always LOL, lots of cussing, witch! reader

A/N: First of all - i just wanna say I'm so sorry for not updating this in like 5 months LMAO. That's why I decided to make this chapter a bit long 😌. Still no romance but, reader and Michael are finally starting to warm up to eachother so hopefully yall like this chapter :)

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Dull, aching pain was what welcomed you when you woke up. It started off subtle; faint enough to ignore until you started to stir in your bed.. wrong fucking move.

Your entire body was throbbing. Saying that you felt like complete shit was definitely an understatement at this point.. You almost wanted to think perhaps this could be a result of partying last night but then again.. this pain was different. You knew for sure this was not a result of being hungover.

You winced as you pushed back the covers and stood up, wandering over to the closest mirror as you pushed up your shirt - wanting to examine your ribs - where the pain seemed to ache the most. Your skin on the left side of your ribs had turned into a ugly, mixed palette of blues and purples. Turning around only proved that the bruises had traveled to your back as well. You couldn’t help but wince at the sight and let out a painful moan when you traced your fingers across your skin - feeling the bruises. What the fuck happened last night??

You let your shirt fall back down as you stood - puzzled and thinking about the previous nights events.. and.. oh fuck..

You swallowed as you conjured up the memories from last night in your mind; you remembered Mallory.. going to the party.. drinking.. Michael.. going back to his apartment.. talking.. falling.. and then nothing.

What the fuck happened?!

You roughly swallowed, your eyebrows furrowed together as you turned around looked at your surroundings - something you should’ve done sooner. You felt a wave of Deja vu wash over you; as well as a wave of fear. Being in a room with no recollection of how you got there was hauntingly familiar. Too familiar for your liking. However, you knew you were you.. looking again in the mirror reassured you of that but.. that didn’t solve the issue of how you got from Michaels penthouse to.. wherever you were now.

You stared at the room; puzzled. You were trying to put your finger on why the room looked so familiar; and then it clicked. The hotel room you were currently in wasn’t a penthouse but it still looked similar and resembled Michaels hotel room that you were in last night. Which could only mean you were staying in the same hotel.

Your heart stopped when you came to the realization that Michael must've got you this hotel room. That's the only way any of this made sense. You wanted to think for a split second it could’ve been Mallory who came to your rescue but, that didn’t make sense because you knew she wouldn’t have left you alone in the morning. It had to be Michael.

The gesture almost would’ve been cute under normal circumstances.

The room looked practically untouched besides the bed you had just climbed out of. Your phone resided on the night stand, and as you quickly went through your phone - nothing seemed tampered with. Thank god.

Although, there was a message from someone in particular that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at. Of course he messaged you. You quickly opened up the message fully, reading through it rather quickly.

‘How are you feeling?'

You bit your lip as you crafted up a soulless response. At least he had enough of a heart to check in on you. I mean it was the very least he owed you at this point.

‘Oh I’m doing just peachy keen. How the fuck do you think I’m doing with bruises everywhere?? Did I get a concussion last night?’

You sent the message without thinking twice. You felt your face getting hot and your heart beating faster. You grinded your teeth; the fact you could feel yourself getting angry and agitated so early in the morning was beyond aggravating.

You paced around the hotel room, phone still in hand. You compulsively checked your phone nearly every second as you paced until you finally saw the notification you were waiting for.

'if we're going to keep talking about last night then it needs to be done in person. How about meeting me at the café across the street, asap. And bring Mallory. I'm not interested in talking to you alone.'

“Motherfucker," you muttered with a quick roll of your eyes.

Of course Michael wanted to meet immediately; it was foolish to expect anything less of him at this point, honestly. Luckily getting ready would be a rather quick ordeal since the only belongings you had were on you. You quickly paced to the mirror and attempted to make yourself look presentable before grabbing your phone and hastily running out the door before dialing Mallory's number.

Thankfully getting Mallory to agree to witness whatever torture Michael had planned for you wasnt hard; Although the pair of you were still confused on why Mallory's presence was required in the first place. But atleast you knew Michael was feeling better if he was still acting in character, being unpredictable as ever.

The café wasn’t hard to find; and neither was Michael. He sat at a small wooden table that was meant for four. A dim light hung from the ceiling above the table.

You grew increasingly more nervous as you approached the table. What could Michael even want to say to you that was so important that it had to be said in person? With Mallory?

A pit resided in your stomach - a feeling that something bad was about to happen stayed present within you even as you and Mallory sat down next to eachother. You offered to sit directly across from Michael, so that you could spare Mallory from having to deal with his crippling stare - but of fucking course, Michael chimed in and demanded that Mallory sat directly across from him.. and Mallory being the way she is obliged naturally. It made the pit in your stomach only grow.

You only wanted to cut all of the bullshit that you knew Michael was about to pull; you just wanted to talk to Michael and have a normal fucking conversation for once. Separation at this point seemed to give you a ridiculous amount of unwanted torment; emotionally, physically, and this point possibly even spiritually. You knew you were meant to be around him - there was no point in fighting the connection you two had. So.. that was why you felt justified in your choice of atleast attempting to have this conversation with Michael, and to make the effort that he barely had the balls to do.

"Hey, It's nice to see that the both of you bothered to show up," Michael sneered.

"Of course we did, Michael. I actually try to stay true to my word - it's not like you can say the same," you stated without missing a beat while maintaining direct eye contact.

You were aware that you probably sounded harsh to any eavesdroppers listening, but you remained unapologetic. You didn’t offer a smile with your words; and you tried your best to remain stoic. A quick glance to your right told you that Mallory was trying her best to avoid Michael's gaze still, most likely uncomfortable at you and Michael's vicious banter.

"Someone seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed,” Michael said with a dark chuckle.

“Ha. Funny," You spit out. Glaring daggers at him as you spoke, “As if you slept well either."

"I didn’t actually; but maybe you would've known that if you've been so kind to ask," Michael bit back.

You gave Michael a long, scorching glare - silently cueing him to shut the fuck up and to consider someone else's feelings for once.. but, you dont really know if he was capable of doing that after all.. but it worked.

You felt bad for Mallory; who was awkwardly staring at her hands and fiddling with her thumbs. You could practically feel how uncomfortable this conversation was making her, and not to mention it was painfully obvious.

You weren't surprised in the slightest that Michael seemed to pick up on her sudden dispirited aura, as well. His light blue eyes quickly traveled from you to Mallory; and it was absolutely revolting to see how fast he could go from having a expression of pure exasperation to.. fondness and concern when he looked at Mallory. It almost reminded you of his reaction to finding Madison after you completely kicked her ass but.. the way he looked at Mallory was different. It was more delicate. It would've been cute if.. you weren't in the current, complicated situation you found yourself in.

"Mallory.." he spoke her name with such softness your surprised she didn't melt right then and there.

They finally met each others gaze; and Mallory met him with a smile which Michael only mirrored.

"Are you okay?" he affirmed.

Mallory nodded, the smile quickly vanishing from her lips as she looked over to you, and then back at Michael.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just happy you two survived last night."

This comment made all three of you smile, but yours was definitely fake. You were grateful that the weird, heavy tension that was between you and Michael had been temporarily lifted though. Maybe having Mallory around to mediate all of yours and Michael's conversations wasnt a bad idea.

"I-"

"Me too. I dont know if (Y/n) told you but, the reason why im bothering to meet with you two today is to figure out what happened last night. Due to (Y/n)'s track record, I'd rather hear things from your perspective.. if you dont mind, Mallory," Michael said.

Essentially cutting you off and once again from speaking directly to Mallory.

Michaels eyes, which normally looked soulless and held a degree of ruthlessness in them (in your opinion) had lost a bit of their edge and fury when he looked at Mallory.. but she didn't seem to take notice how interested he suddenly was in her. Right now, she just seemed flustered and put under the spotlight. Her cheeks were spotted a uneven red color from the unwarranted direct attention Michael was giving her, and it was obvious that she was nervous. Her black, painted nails were tugging mindlessly and restlessly at the thin, decorative gloves she was wearing. A typical nervous habit you noticed she displayed.

Your gaze stayed focused on Mallory but you could feel Michael's hot, glaring stare on you. It was only for a split second after he was done talking - but after that second, he was right back to Mallory. Mallory. His seemingly new, favorite infatuation.

It wasnt jealousy that made you question why Michael was suddenly being so nice to her. It was the fact that you knew Michael truly was a scheming asshole at heart. At this point you were guessing he was only being so nice to her because he needed a favor done.. the mere thought made you bit your lip to suppress a eye roll.

"I-I can try but I wasnt there for the entire night-" Mallory stammered.

She looked at you for support but all you could offer was another meaningless smile in return.

"That's fine. Whatever you remember will do," Michael pressed.

Mallory gave her gloves (which she was still fussing with) a quick glance and then continued; looking at Michael while she spoke.

"Well, it was nothing really remarkable. I'm sure (Y/n) could tell you more than I can but, I saw you get drunk. Incredibly drunk and then.. well that's it. I went back to Robichaux's after that."

Her words left you astonished. How was that all she had to say?? Where was the part where she came back for you? Wasn't she the one who put you into the bed in the hotel room you woke up in, this morning? You knew it was most likely Michael who put you in the hotel last night but, a small part of you was still hoping it could've been Mallory.

"Wait.. what? But that's not everything, it cant be.. I-" The farther your words progressively came out of your mouth the longer your sentence ran.. or as long as Michael allowed too before once again interrupting.

"Mallory.. I think me and (y/n) will be good talking about things one on one from here. As much as I've enjoyed your company; I can only tolerate so many witches and.. according to nature; sadly it has to be this one," Michael flickered his eyes toward you, obviously referencing you in the latter part of his sentence.

Profanities that started with every letter of the alphabet ran through your head at his attempt of trying to be sweet. He extended his hand out to squeeze Mallory's - and after she said her goodbyes, she was quickly gone. Out of the venue.

Looked like it was just you and your favorite villain again.

As much as you loved Mallory and cherished the friendship you two had - you were kind of glad she was gone. The fact you could admit that to yourself with confidence shocked you but.. you felt as if you had to act like a nicer, polished version of yourself that just wasnt truly you around her. As much as your hatred for Michael still ran deep, you were free to act authentic around him - and atleast now you were completely free to call him out on whatever bullshit he just tried to pull off.. and that realization that you now had no bounds was.. completely freeing.

"So, what the fuck was that?"

"What?" Michael asked.

His voice was raised in a defensive, annoyed manner.

"How you were treating Mallory.. what do you want from her?"

You studied the man sitting across from you at the table, and you smugly noticed how even he seemed to be more relaxed now that Mallory was gone.. He was slightly bent over the table now with his elbows resting on the surface, but after your question - he brought one of his ring adorned hands up to his mouth, a poor attempt to stifle a laugh.

"So you noticed," He commented.

You watched as he dropped his hand from his mouth back down to the table in one swift movement.

"It was hard not too," You said.

The predator like focus was lively in his eyes again as he studied you. He was moving a bit in the chair he was sitting in - fully shifting and angling his body towards you. You knew you had his full, undivided attention now.. but this time you planned on taking full advantage of it.

"But.. just please leave her out of it, Michael. I'm serious. Mallory has enough on her plate already, she doesn't need... to be involved," you added.

You struggled to find the proper word to use for last part of your sentence. Labeling whatever this situation was still felt incredibly odd and- just really added to your point that Mallory didn't need to be involved or kept in the loop about things anymore.. It was obvious that Michael was starting to finally warm up to you and.. it seemed he was almost starting to trust you too. Almost.

Michael solely smirked at your words and gave a brief hum as a placeholder for a laugh, like your words weren't worthy of being praised or encouraged by something as gracious as a full on laugh.

"Oh, Dont worry (y/n). I wasnt planning on involving her. It was satisfying enough just to see someone with so much power and potential reduced to a blushing mess.. but - I'm done talking about your dear friend Mallory."

You dont realize that you've slowly stopped breathing until you feel the slow but urgent feeling of gradual suffocation constrict your lungs.. Was it possible he was alluding to you, and maybe not Mallory at all in his last sentence?

Was it really stupid at this point to consider that maybe him flirting and being so stupidly nice with Mallory was just another manipulation tactic.. to see how you'd react? Maybe.

"I only.. wanted to thank you for what you did," Michael stated - finally getting to the point.

Your stomach flipped. The emotions you were feeling before were already laced with confusion and uncertainty but - pining how you felt now never seemed more impossible.

"What I.. did?"

You looked at Michael's body language for answers while he verbally stalled. Both of his elbows were now resting on the table, both hands clasped together as his cheek rested on them. He looked soft.. vulnerable too, but it still didn't compare to how he looked when he gazed at Mallory earlier.. or even Madison. The way he looked at you was completely and utterly different. It was the way that his eyes darkened whenever you two happened to make prolonged eye contact. You thought maybe his pupils could just be dilated but then again, Michael was nothing like normal.. Or that's what you tried to tell yourself anyway. It was creepy to say the least, and deeply unsettling. Even when his eyes nearly changed to black; the rest of his face still upheld a sad, genuine, softness. You still weren't scared of him.

"Yes. What you did.. last night. You didn't have to do what you did but, I just wanted to tha-"

"Wait, you remember?" your words come out; rushed and sonorous. Striking like thunder.

Just the mere thought that Michael could've possibly remembered last nights events had your heart beating wildly in your chest. You felt the nausea in your stomach for a split second until you felt it start to spark up into your throat - you were only seconds away from getting sick. How fucking embarrassing was it that he remembered everything.. was he even truly drunk, at all?

The sudden, rash embarrassment that you felt must've been apparent to Michael because.. he looked concerned for you. His eyebrows were slightly creased and the light blue in his irises were darkened and swarmed with emotion.

You started to move to get up; at this point you weren't concerned with finding a bathroom necessarily - you just needed a fucking break. Michael's company was intoxicating; exactly like a drug.. no matter how much you truly hated him and wanted nothing more than to see him put in his place; he still managed to pull you in effortlessly. The type of territory you were headed into with Michael with purely dangerous. You remember Cordelia warning you not to get attached; and you certainly weren't so far.. so far.

The affect Michael had on women (and men, and really all types of people) was blatantly obvious. He drew people in so fucking easily, he was basically a magnet. He was beautiful, charismatic, had money, and was goal driven (even though his goals were horrific, like ending the world) - he met all the qualifications and standards most people had for a boyfriend. Including your own.

You couldn't decide whether it was painfully ironic or tragic that someone that seemed.. almost built for romance was really made for destruction. Destined for it even. But you knew that if Michael wanted too, it wouldn't be too hard to just.. make you fall for him. You suppose when it came down to it, that's why his prescense was so overwhelmingly suffocating.

It wasnt Michael that you were truly infuriated at; it was what this whole situation stood for. Sure, your life pre-switching wasnt the best but.. you missed the normalcy and the routine. The lack of chaos was something you dreamed about. Now, you were beyond fucked - going from having basically no powers to being stronger than Mallory herself, as well as being destined to help set up your soulmates death was far too much to handle. But.. at the same time it wasnt, because everyone in the coven made sacrifices and you know that if any of them were put in your situation they would do it without a doubt or complaint - so why were you hesitating?

There was no denying that when you were away from him you craved and hungered for his attention, his precense.. and it was the realization that you didn't really care how you got his attention that made you try to finally stand up and leave. For the second time.

Michael put his hand on your forearm, an inch right below your wrist. His touch was soft but firm - you reflexively tried to pull your arm back but he continued to keep you under his grasp.

"Dont go. I'm not going to beg but.. I just; need you to understand-" Michael's voice started to break.

"Need me to understand, what, Michael? What is it this time? I need to know that your being honest, you cant keep.. treating me the way you have," the words you were forced to chose made you squirm and bite your tongue.

You wanted to call him out on his pathetic lying but you chose a safer route instead. One that wouldn't burn his ego so bad. Being forced to tell a sort of.. half truth was annoying. It felt like he was in control again, over you, over your emotions.. and he was. He had total control over you, and it seemed as if he barely put in any effort trying to do so. Although, it was obvious he was trying to shy away and deny this whole.. weird arranged marriage as much as you had; but he was finally succumbing to the urge.. and so were you.

"I never lied. Every time I've seen you, I've never said anything that wasnt true.. but, I haven't exactly let you in - either," Michael's hands separated and dropped low to the table, his hands nervously fiddling with his rings. "I'm sure that your already well acquainted with my past or that you have pre-conceived notions about me but.. nothing in my life has been easy.. and that includes switching with you. I dont easily trust anything, or anyone so seeing how you acted last night.. made me realize that I want.. to try to make this work."

Flames of embarrassment licking up your body, first from your chest until the feeling infested up to your cheeks is how you first reacted to his words. Then it was shock that quickly numbed the feeling, like a acute natural anesthetic.. if only the feeling were stronger and could actually make you unconscious for whatever the fuck was occurring now. You licked your lips, completely uncertain of what you wanted to say but you started talking anyway.. letting the words find you as you went.

"I dont want to argue either, Michael. I never did to begin with.. and as much as I dont want too, I forgive you.. and hopefully you can forgive me too - along with Madison.. I'm sorry. I really, truly am and I hope you remember that from last night," as much you tried to sound confident in your words as you spoke, your voice unwillingly stumbled and wavered as your sentence drew on.

Your words came out quickly and unwillingly before you could even truly think them through logically.. Were you really apologizing to Michael, out of all people? The one person who had done so much fucking damage to you, and yet here you were - pathetically begging for his forgiveness. It was past heart-rending at this point; the feeling and realization of how much you yearned for Michael was hurting you, in every way imaginable. You had to remind yourself to not unconsciously hold your breath as you stared at him, but you only found kind - blue eyes staring back.

His lips slightly upturned at the corners, in a odd close mouthed smile. He made direct eye contact with you; Which at first you sheepishly tried to avoid but.. as much as you tried to avoid his eye contact, you surrendered and ultimately gave into it. After all; his eyes were fucking marvelous to look at - and what were you really trying to avoid anymore, after all?

"I remember every word you said (y/n), and I dont take what you said lightly.. I know you were telling the truth and that it wasnt easy to say.." His words drifted off almost unwillingly as he ultimately drew silent.

You watched as he hastily licked his lips nervously; and your stomach did another flip.

"But; if you were open to this.. I honestly want to get to know you and to try.. to atleast be civil. But you have to understand that.. I need your full transparency. I have to know that this is something your truly wanting to commit to because, i-"

Michael shifted and twitched in his chair, and wore a expression as if he was.. insecure.

Even though all you had heard about Michael in the past was complete rumors and you really had no solid grasp on what had happened in his past.. you felt an odd, wave of memories pass over you - but you were well aware that they didn't belong to you. These memories were accompanied by odd, foreign feelings. Ones that were stuck with you for only a split second but left you nearly in fucking tears. What the fuck was that? You met his gaze again, and it's like he fucking knew that you knew how he was planning to finish his incomplete sentence.

You bit your cheek to suppress the overflow of emotions you had just felt, and it was working for the time being but.. you figured that was just another distraction. Something else you to had to suppress and fight.

You first sat idle, your mouth incredibly dry and your throat painfully aching. Screaming for you to stop halting and just to fucking speak. You then realized that Michael didn't stop because he thought you were going to speak.. he purposefully cut himself off. There was something he was avoiding here but.. still expected you to know. Since Michael apparently was so focused on your apparent 'relationship' you figured it wouldn't hurt to start putting effort in and take initiative.. right?

"You dont have to say anything more, Michael. I get with.. what you've had to endure in your past on why you would be so guarded, even counting what I've done to you," you take a deep breath in "and, I dont know exactly how committed you want me to be but I know that at the very least that.. I'd like to get to know you too."

This was as far as flirty that you'd decide to be for the night. Even though Michael's guard was apparently as far gone as your current sanity; you decided that there was no way that you were going to be so carefree when it came to handing over your peace to him.

The time whilst you waited for Michael to react seemed to stretch impossibly long. The minutes feeled like long agonizing hours; your heart beating impossibly fast in tandem with every agonizing second that slipped away.. until he spoke, naturally.

"Are you sure you know what you're agreeing too?"

You didn't shy away from his gaze this time.

"The same could go for you," you challenged.

A sinister giggle escaped your lips, but Michael didn't back down. His blue eyes looked into yours in a way that spoke more words than he ever was capable of producing out loud. It proved that even now when he was attempting to be soft and civil with you, he was still trying to assert dominance. Fuck that.

"I think I'm more than capable of taking you on, (y/n)."

You scoffed.

"Okay, so.. what does this all mean? Like, what does this mean for us, Michael?" the words you spoke burned hot on your tongue with regret as soon as you said them.

"It doesn't mean anything except that I just.. would appreciate if I could see you.. regularly from now on."

His eyes held contact with yours.. It relaxed you a bit to notice how he looked as if he was holding his breath too. So, you weren't the only one that was nervous, right?

You breath haltered; he was still ignoring your question. What were you two? You knew that Michael's intentions with you were crystal clear - for the time being he seemed strict on his 'friends only' rule which.. of course couldn't really happen if Cordelia was expecting you to still carry out the plan that she had intended.. which she did. Certainly she did.

"Yeah well.. Cordelia-" your words fell flat and naturally died off on their own.

You had no idea why you even bothered to mention her name. You knew what you had to inevitably tell him eventually about Cordelia; but you knew now wasnt the time. It was too soon, you needed to wait until Michael got more comfterable with you before you exposed the coven.. and that's if you chose to do that.

"Look, I'm not stupid. It's obvious how strong your powers are.. and your still scared of Cordelia?" Michael looked at you now as if you were saying a joke.

A insult burned at the back of your throat. You tried your best to contain the fire you could feel, coercing you to open your mouth and to act on your immediate feelings rather than on logic.. but, to respect Michael and how vulnerable he had previously been with you - you held your tongue.

"Its not that I'm scared of Cordelia. I respect her and theres a difference. You have to understand where I stand between you and Cordelia, as well as the coven."

"You have no business being stuck in the middle though - which is why.. I have a solution," the left corner of Michael's lips upturned slightly.

Unconsciously you leaned forward in your chair.. a solution? You flinched as you saw Michael turn and pull something out of his jacket pocket; and suddenly threw it at you. A flash of silver caught the light as it passed through the air. It didn't take long for you to realize that he threw you a pair of keys. What?

"W-what is this?" Your voice shook as it raised to an higher octave.

"It's keys to an apartment. This will make things easier; in terms of us having access to eachother and it'll wean you off of having the covens support."

Your lips slowly turned into a frown, and your fingers nervously played with the keys as you put off having to look Michael in the eye.. it was clear to you now that even though Michael had been pretty open with you.. Michael was clearly misconstrued about your.. exact situation and with where you sat with the coven. He had no idea how involved you were, you could only guess.

However; your loyalty with the coven really had nothing to do with the fact you couldn't accept Michael giving you an entire fucking apartment.. There was no way you were going to let him hold this over your head, no fucking way.

You held the keys up and looked at them in a unsure manner before flinging them on the table in Michael's general direction. Ignoring the many dirty looks you got when the keys clashed loudly against the table.

"Even though I appreciate the gesture, theres no way I can accept that, Michael and you should know that."

"Your being stupid, I basically have all the money in the world at my disposable - at the tip of my fingers.. Take the apartment," the last three words sounded as if they were meant to be a threat.

His pronunciation on each last word was stern and final.

"I can't just move wherever you want me too; you realize I'm still a member of the coven, right? And if I just leave- it's going to look suspicious."

"Do you want to leave?"

Your breath came out as shaky when you exhaled. Now that was a good fucking question.

"I.. I mean maybe. Its been hard to live there to say the least recently and it would be nice to get away but I just.. I dont know if this is a good idea," your voice shook as you spoke.

This was the most candid you probably had ever been with Michael. Even when you were intoxicated, you made certain that every word that came out of your mouth around him was carefully planned and strategic.. but, just speaking and telling him what you were thinking right off the bat was a bit nerve wracking to say the least.

Your nails nervously dug into the skin of your palm as you waited for his reaction.

"What's holding you back?" You heard his voice ring out.

Your gaze fell down from his eyes back onto the silver keys that lied on the table. You couldn't help but to think - would it really be that bad just to take the apartment? If worse comes to worse you could always just move back to Robichaux's.. right? After all, it's not like Cordelia wouldn't approve - it was her idea for you to fucking seduce the dude in the first place. And Mallory would surely be understanding, if anything she would probably be excited. Fuck it.

"Yeah no, your right.. I'll do it."

You snatched the keys back from the table in an act of defiance - even though it really wasnt because once again, you were giving Michael what he wanted. Motherfucker.

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kellanswritingblog · 4 years

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Some zoscar hurt/comfort set after the end of episode 173. I figured I should post it now before we hit the next episode and it’s just all hurt lol

tw for blood, injury, broken bones, and mentions of death

The landing was a disaster. The ship itself wasn’t too badly damaged, besides the engine loss it experienced while in the Borealis.

The real harm was in the suffering of the crew. Zolf and Cel were strapped in and managed to hold on when they crashed into the ground, and Hamid was flying a safe distance away. But Azu, Wilde, Earhart, and all the others were either sent tumbling around the ship or thrown off of it entirely.

There wasn’t much any of them could do for some of them, no matter how hard they tried. Between the height of the fall and impact with the trees and frozen ground… no amount of healing would bring them back from that.

Those who survived were tended to by Zolf and Azu, distributing magical bouts of healing to keep them alive and in as little pain as possible. Azu had been smacked into the side of the ship during impact, but her guideline stayed intact, and she was in much better shape than some of the others. Meanwhile, Cel and Earhart looked over the ship, and Hamid huddled up with the less-injured kobolds, who all held each other tight.

Zolf counted the survivors and the bodies.

“Where’s Wilde?”

“I thought…” Azu looked around and counted for herself. “I don’t know. I didn’t see which way he went.”

Zolf gestured to the injured Meerk lying before them. “Do you got this? I’m going to go look for him.”

“Yeah. Don’t go too far, though.” Her brow was furrowed with concern.

He nodded, then trudged away from the ship. As he walked, he called out Wilde’s name – it wasn’t as if they had to worry about accidentally drawing unwanted attention, since the neon crashing ship took care of that already.

“Wilde! Oscar? Come on, where are you?”

The snow came up practically to Zolf’s waist, and he sunk even deeper in spots, but that didn’t slow him down when he finally saw Wilde’s body and the seeping red that surrounded it.

Zolf sprinted to him and knelt down at his side.

“Oscar? Oscar, hang on.” There was still a pulse, but only barely. He had lost a lot of blood, and what looked like bone poked out from his arm.

Healing flowed through Zolf and into Wilde, but he didn’t wake. Instead, he gave a shuddering breath, and remained still.

“Come on, Oscar. Come on, please. You stubborn ass, why weren’t you wearing your guideline?” Zolf cried as he pressed all of his healing into Wilde’s unmoving form. “Why weren’t you paying attention? Why did you have to get hurt?”

The tears that fell down Zolf’s face were half frozen. When magic failed, Zolf put bandages and tourniquets on Wilde’s wounds, then began to set the obviously broken bone with his mundane healing knowledge, for what little good that would do.

Once that was done, Zolf continued to kneel at Wilde’s side for a moment longer to beg any benevolent power to bring him back, to make it right. What good was hope if Wilde was gone?

Then, Zolf stood and tromped quickly back to the ship.

“Did you find him?” Azu asked.

“I did. He’s alive… but barely. I need help getting him back here. I tried to heal him, but…”

Azu reached out, put a hand on Zolf’s shoulder, and gave it a squeeze. “I still have some healing left in me. Let’s see what we can do.”

Despite the optimism in her voice and gaze, it did little to soothe the terror raging inside of Zolf’s heart.

Zolf led Siggif and Barnes to where Wilde’s body lay, and they placed him on an impromptu stretcher to carry him back to the ship, then placed him before Azu.

“Oh.” She spoke quietly, her voice barely more than an uttered breath. But Zolf heard it, and whatever hope remained in him that Wilde would recover started to fade.

“Yeah, it’s… it’s not good.”

“I’ll do what I can.” Pink light flowed from Azu’s hands into Wilde’s form, then she slumped. “I need to save some healing for the others. But he’s still breathing, and you managed to stop most of the bleeding. He’s got a chance.”

Zolf nodded, though he felt despair take over. Azu put a hand on Zolf’s shoulder again, then left him at Wilde’s side to tend to the other wounded.

“You…” Zolf couldn’t even muster up the enjoyable annoyance he so often felt when dealing with Oscar. Instead, he began to cry again. “Please wake up. Please be okay. I mean, I know nothing is really okay right now, but… Wilde, I need you. I don’t know how to keep going without you. Please.”

Wilde didn’t respond, of course. Zolf picked up Wilde’s hand on his uninjured arm, lifted it to his lips, and pressed a slow kiss to the mitten that covered his skin. He didn’t know what else to do, how else to help, so he continued to stand and hold Wilde’s hand, as if that alone would bring him back.

It didn’t, though, and soon enough the cold was getting to everyone. Those who wound up relatively uninjured were tasked with moving the others inside, where they were at least sheltered from the elements and the flurry that fell around them. They also brought the bodies on board, with every intention of returning them home whenever they got back to safe civilization.

Zolf and Azu stayed up throughout the night to tend to the injured. Their own bodies were wracked with pain and exhaustion, but they had to keep going, and they were the best equipped to provide aid, even if they couldn’t muster anymore magic at the time. Regardless, sometimes a balm or a fresh bandage or even a cup of water made all the difference.

He didn’t plan to fall asleep. Zolf had sat at Wilde’s side during a quiet moment, half willing him to wake up and be alright. He could have slept all day, if given the chance; between sailing through the Borealis and landing the Vengeance as successfully as possible, he was beat. But there was still work to be done, and he didn’t plan to rest so soon.

However, the quiet croak of a familiar voice startled him awake, even from his darkest nightmares.

“Zolf?”

He practically fell out of his chair when he heard the noise and awoke with a start, then he righted himself and stood.

“Oscar? Oscar, it’s me. I’m here. You’re alright, you’re going to be alright.”

Wilde was white as a sheet and his eyes blinked rapidly with confusion, but he was awake, and he was alive.

“What happened?”

“The ship… crashed. And just about everybody got tossed over the side when we hit the trees. Why weren’t you wearing your bloody guideline, you insufferable…” Zolf’s relief poured out in more tears. “I’m just glad you’re…”

“Remind me to never let you drive an automobile if that’s how you park,” Wilde joked in a raspy voice, and Zolf let out a choked laugh.

“I should go get Azu. Together we’ll get you back up and running in no time.” His breath shuddering, Zolf wiped his tears.

Before he could move, however, Wilde’s good hand shot out and weakly held onto Zolf’s wrist. “First, I… Zolf… Thank you.”

“For what? I’m the one that crashed the damn ship.”

Wilde shook his head. “For putting up with me. For standing with me in all this chaos. I’ve never said how grateful I am to not be fighting this war alone, and if I’d… if I’d died, you would never know. So. Here I am.”

“I still would’ve known,” Zolf murmured. “And it’s not putting up with you. You’re stubborn and infuriating, sure, but… I can’t imagine being anywhere else than at your side.”

“Kiss me.”

“I’m sorry?” Zolf chuckled and hid his blushing face behind a hand. “I think the blood loss has got you a little loopy.”

“I’m tired of walking around it. We almost died, Zolf. I don’t want to pretend that I don’t love you anymore.”

For a moment, Zolf lost himself in the sincerity of Oscar’s gaze, then he stepped forward and slowly kissed him.

“We’ve got fine timing, haven’t we?” Zolf teased as he pulled away.

“If you hadn’t been so stubborn, maybe we would’ve gotten here before a near death experience in the unknown regions of Siberia.”

Zolf was relieved beyond measure that Wilde still had the health for snark.

“Yeah, because you definitely weren’t the one going all ‘oh, relationships are a danger right now, blah blah blah.’”

“They are a danger. But the greater danger is losing you.”

“You’re the one that almost died. I think it’s more about losing you right now.”

Wilde smiled. “Fair. Maybe just try not to lose any more engines, alright?”

“I’ll do my best. Now, I really am going to go get Azu. You’re in bad shape; it’ll take both of us to get you feeling better.”

He chuckled again, and replied, “Waking up to you? Kissing you? I already feel lifetimes better.”

“That’s all well and good, but your arm is still broken, and you’ve definitely got a concussion and a bunch of internal trauma. So, sit tight, and I’ll be right back.”

Before he left, Zolf pressed a quick kiss to Wilde’s forehead, and then darted off to find Azu, wherever she might be. Surely the others were working on some sort of plan, but Zolf had only one goal: to ensure Wilde survived and was restored to health. He didn’t plan on losing him now that they’d finally realized their feelings couldn’t be put off any longer.

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thoseofgreatambition · 5 years

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bad timing

REQUEST: “ so you know when george loses his ear? with the head injury he gets amnesia but one of the things he remembers is how much he loves the reader (mutual pining but nothing has ever been said bc oblivious dorks r my fave) and he is convinced they must be together bc he is filled with adoration and spends all his time telling reader and his family how smitten he is and how lucky he is and the reader is all !!!!!! and tries to tell george he's mistaken that it's his injury and he's like NONSENSE you are the love of my life and like yeah... that's how a bump to the head finally knocks some sense into two idiots” by @newtandtheseus

A/N: This was Rosie’s request after winning a place in my giveaway! she told me the idea and I’m super excited to write it!!!

WARNINGS: None lol. Some angst.

WORD COUNT: 2K

DESCRIPTION: George gets his head bonked when his ear gets chopped off. It changes what was before a pretty tense situation between the two of you into you observing with quite a bit of shock, a very goofy and in love George Weasley.

George didn't know a damn thing that was going on. While this was in the most technical sense an over exaggeration, right now it felt pretty right. He looked at everyone hovered above him, recognizing faces but missing a few names or understanding where he was, and George let out a groan before simply saying what first came to his head when his twin --oh hell how could he not remember that name-- asked him how he felt.

“Saintlike.”

His mother seemed to grow paler, as did you-- before he followed up with “’Cause I’m holey-- geddit?”

You rolled your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose as Molly gave George some most needed pain relief potion.

“Glad to know you’ll be alright Weasley.”

Adoring eyes met your very confused ones when the red haired man on the couch sleepily mumbled, “Who’s Weasley?”

George watched as simultaneously, around the whole room everyone shot each other a concerned look. His eyes went back to being locked onto yours, with an amount of dedication that you’d longed for before but now seemed unnerving in these circumstances. Fred gave you a quick glance before patting George’s hand.

“Just go to sleep, alright mate?”

With a hum, the eldest Weasley twin fell asleep.

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Later, when George woke up it took him a long while to remember what had happened. Even then he could tell there were lots of holes in his memory.

He’d been hurt. He’d lost an ear. He was here with his family. You were here. There were also other people at the house as well but George didn’t have a damn idea who those were, other than knowing the faces.

When you came into his view though, something huge came crashing into his memory.

He loved you.

He couldn’t remember how you met but he knew for sure that he’d adored you for years.

You had a frown stitched onto your face that you couldn’t remove. Almost a mirror image of Molly. “Is he going to be okay? I dunno how much he remembers.”

You’d known George for years-- and had settled into an odd situation with him romance wise. You were in love with him, entirely, but it had never worked out between you two when you actually wanted it to. He starts to like you? You’d just started dating someone else. You want to ask him out? He was snogging someone around the corner.

Truly, it was a frustrating situation.

Fred seemed rather sure of himself though, as he patted you on the back and led you back to the couch where George was resting. “Don’t worry-- We’ll figure out what he knows.” Fred perched himself on the couch next to George, and you settled down on the floor, your head about the same level as George’s. “So-- we’re gonna figure out what you know, and get you caught up. Ready mate?”

George had a bit of trouble tearing his gaze from you, but managed to look at his twin. “Alright, sounds good.”

“Do you know your name?”

“George.”

There was a sigh of relief on your end. This entire situation had caused an absurd amount of stress, more than you wanted to admit. “Do you know where you are?”

There was a pause from George, “England.” at you and his twin’s peering eyes he admitted a bit more sheepishly, “Don’t know any more than that. I can’t remember a lot.”

Fred shot George a cheerful grin. “Don’t worry Georgie-- you’ll start remembering things soon. You’re at the Burrow. It’s where we grew up. Do you remember my name?”

Later on, Fred wouldn’t lie to George that it hurt that he didn’t remember his name, but for the moment Fred hid it well enough when George shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I know it starts with an ‘F’ though--”

“You’re close! It sounds like an ‘F’. It’s Philip. George and Philip is what everyone always calls us.”

The scowl you shot at Fred was second only to his mothers. “Don’t mess with him like that Fred!”

George glanced between you and Fred, “Is Fred his middle name?”

Fred broke into a series of snickers, and felt just a bit better about everything now that there was a bit more humor in the situation. “Sorry George. My name’s Fred, not Philip. We like pranking, if you don’t remember that.”

“I remember that. Just like I remember being the funnier one.”

The brotherly banter you were so used to was back in full force, which provided a level of comfort to you that you could never articulate. Like that you stood up, about to say something about getting some water or seeing if Molly thought now would be a good time to move George since he seemed more aware.

Only to be stopped by a tight grasp on your hand. Looking down you saw that look on George’s face again. That smile that grazed his lips. It made your heart do a series of flips.

“We’re in love.” The certainty with which George said that left you gobsmacked, as well as the fact that he said it with Fred right next to you two.

“We--” you looked at Fred for help, and found none as the man wore a delighted smile.

Fred always was a lover of chaotic things like this.

What an asshole.

“I love you and you love me and we’re dating, aren’t we?”

You felt a heat spread across your face. “No-- no we aren’t together George. We’ve never dated before.”

“We’ve gotta be though! I know it-- I love you to bits and I remember that. How would I feel that way if we weren’t in love?”

You tried to stammer out a response when you heard the giddy voice of Molly Weasley from the doorway. “You two are in love?”

Fred jammed his fist in his mouth as he tried not to laugh, and you decided to give him a solid whack upside the head later.

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The last few days had been a little hard on you. In an odd way. It was at first filled with you hearing wonderful things about how much George loved you and how lucky he was that you two were dating. Now though, as George’s memory was starting to come back you could see when he realized something he thought before was wrong.

Before, he’d looked at you with so much love and adoration, and now he just seemed sad and confused when he saw you.

Molly had asked you to bring him some tea, in a gesture you were sure was part of her plan for you and George to get together.

George propped himself up in bed when he heard the door opening. He couldn’t hide the mixed emotions he felt when he saw you-- namely, embarrassment.

He had spent so much time talking about how lucky he was to have you, how much he adored you to his family, and while they seemed happy-- they had broken the news to him that no-- you two weren’t together. You’d never been together actually.

Truly, he couldn’t remember either way-- but George didn’t know who else he could trust if he didn’t trust his family.

“Your mum asked to bring you some tea.”

George tore his eyes away from you and focused on an old stain on his blanket. “Thank you, y/n”

You paused for a little while, not sure what to say that would help. “You already asked your family a lot of questions didn’t you?” When he looked at you with a nod you continued, “Do you have any questions for me?” You sat on the edge of his bed, and gave him a smile.

George’s heart did a few flips, and he started with the question that was at the forefront of his mind. “Are we together?”

“No. We’ve never dated.” It hurt to have to say that, especially seeing how crestfallen he looked. “We’ve-- well, how much do you remember about school?”

“Not a lot.” George racked his mind for a moment. Pranks-- Leaving Hogwarts on a broom-- glimpses of you-- Quidditch-- his siblings. “I remember things, but a lot’s not there.”

“You and me have bad timing. There’s been a few times where we’ve wanted to-- or I’ve heard...” You clamped your mouth shut as you tried to get your words in order. “There’s been a lot of times where I’ve wanted to ask you out and it’s just been a bad time. Fred told me that something like that had happened with you too-- but I can’t be sure about that...”

His head hurt almost constantly now, and this conversation wasn’t helping. “So we’ve never dated?”

“No.”

“But we’ve almost dated?”

“Yeah.”

George’s brow crinkled at how ridiculous this all sounded. “Does that mean you love me too?” he could see the hesitation in your eyes, and while George didn’t remember a whole lot he knew what that look meant. He shot upwards in bed, “You do! I was right! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Now it was your turn to have a red face. “Georgie-- you just got a concussion! You didn’t remember your last name until yesterday! It’s-- it didn’t really feel all that ethical to lean into what you were putting out! Pretty sure it’s not!”

“But I was right we love each other!”

“Yes! But--”

You weren’t able to get any words of protest out, as you felt George scoop you into his arms and give you a crushing hug.

It wasn’t until now that you were aware how much emotions could be conveyed from physical touch. Truly, this was the most loved you’d ever felt. Your lip wobbled a tiny bit as you tried to keep yourself from tearing up. Scrambling a bit so you could be more square in his lap, you could feel the big grin on his lips pressed against your shoulder. “You’re still not well though Georgie--”

“Don’t care.” his voice was muffled against your shoulder. “You said we had bad timing before. I don’t care about timing. We’re in love.”

Like that you let yourself melt against him, pulling away just enough to press a searing kiss to his lips. You gently cradled his face, careful to avoid touching his bandages or hurting him. Despite yourself you did tear up a bit. “We’re in love.”

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kinetic-elaboration · 3 years

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January 27: 2x04 Mirror Mirror

Had some technical difficulties but finally managed to watch Mirror Mirror. (Now I’m very tired.)

I see these aliens are more intense pacifists than Spock.

When Kirk says “But we won’t [force you], consider that,” right over his shoulder and into camera, it looks like he’s posing for a commercial.

Ah ha, the Classic Transporter Accident. (Aka how that became a classic trope lol.)

I love that they zero in on Spock’s beard first thing, like that’s the weirdest part of this universe.

Oh no, the agonizer!

So my big question is: do all the ISS Captains wear that gold vest or is it a Kirk thing? I just find it very funny that the men in the mirrorverse wear about the same amount of clothing as in the regular universe, and the ladies wear a lot less...and then there’s Kirk, conspicuously showing off his arms. Vests are NOT regulation!

When does he get a chance to record his log? And wouldn’t it be... recorded in the mirrorverse?

Kirk’s salute is hilarious. Uh, yeah, salute and wave, I guess??

He’s really focused on Spock. “Another ship. Another Spock.”

Kirk’s patented reassuring upper arm grab.

Uhura on the bridge! You can’t tell she’s nervous because she’s brave and strong.

This episode, and to a lesser extent The Naked Time, are why I think Sulu has a thing for her. I know it’s a different universe, but I still think it’s true.

Kirk’s salute is getting better. More confident.

He just doesn’t know how to be evil. He’s too good, too pure.

Hmmm, Security Chief Sulu? He really does have a lot of interests.

I wonder what Vulcan is like in this universe. They are still clearly post-Reform. But more ruthless. Scarier. Probably meat eaters.

Damn little Chekov. Just waiting for his chance to mutiny.

Security Chief, like the Gestapo. Did not know that was what the reference was supposed to be.

Hmm, male computer voice. This MUST be an evil universe.

“I’m a doctor, not an engineer.”

Evil Kirk strikes again! Honestly, this scene of the ISS crew on the regular Enterprise might be my favorite in the whole ep. Yet again obsessed with Spock’s facial hair. And Spock is obviously just loving it. “I find it extremely interesting.”

I think Kirk and Spock BOTH know what would buy Spock.

“I should regret your death.” I mean that’s basically a love confession. I love how they depict the K and S relationship in the mirrorverse. The subtle ways in which they’re still a team.

Spock would absolutely have killed Chekov for trying to kill Kirk.

I find evil!Spock the most convincing of all of this universe. I think he simultaneously feels true to the original character, and is also obviously of this universe, and that’s a pretty impressive feat.

“Terror must be maintained or the Empire is doomed.” Print that on a t-shirt.

“Conquest is easy. Control is not.” A lot of the mirror verse is over the top cartoony villainy but this is a very good point, and this scene in general is super interesting and subtle.

Kirk is so tunred on by that conversation with Spock. Like even in these circumstances, he still looks at Spock like he’s in love.

Hmmm, I like Marlena.

Of course evil!Kirk has an on-ship girlfriend, which good!Kirk would never do.

Evil!Spock is still very loyal, so much for all that “I would be a formidable enemy” stuff lol. “You’ll never find another man like him.” Too true.

Of course there’s some plundered alien tech plot device. I actually think that’s an interesting twist in a way... of course the ISS wouldn’t care about stealing, and so some...interesting artifacts might find their way onto starships.

Spock is upset he wasn’t included in this landing party meeting.

Hmmm, Sulu already wants to be Captain.

WHAT? SPOCK HAS OPERATIVES? VULCAN OPERATIVES? WHO ARE THEY? I MUST KNOW MORE. (Is one of them T’Pring?)

Marlena’s Starfleet uniform was hotter than this...paisley nightgown thing.

She’s so dramatic. Kirk is busy one time and she’s like well! I guess we’re over! Transfer me to another ship!

Another Captain Kirk arm grab moment.

I love how literally no one was surprised by that Uhura and Sulu moment on the bridge. “I’ve changed my mind again whoops.”

I can’t believe getting kicked once and then knocked on the head would almost kill Spock lol--seems like probably he might just have a concussion?--but I do like the concept of McCoy risking being left behind to help him. (And Kirk signing off on it because duh.) McCoy is just so good hearted.

Captain Sulu strikes again. Everyone has their own agenda lol. So many obstacles when everyone’s just out for himself.

Haha well that solved that. Zap zap zap and they’re gone.

As suspected, Spock recovered pretty fast. And he goes straight for the mind meld, obviously. That does seem pretty evil of him.

And another obstacle lol. I like that Kirk says Marlena can’t come with them because they can only bring 4 people because of the Calculations, even though... like surely he should already be able to guess there’s another Marlena in his universe and she can’t exactly replace a person who already exists? That would be bad.

Damn Uhura, saving the day again and looking damn fine doing it.

“I must have my Captain back.” Not even subtle about it. He MUST.

The Empire is illogical because it cannot endure.

Is Kirk literally asking this Spock to overthrow his other self and become Captain?

Also...is Marlena going to attach herself to the new Captain?? What does she think of all this?

This is probably one of the best end-of-episode bridge banter scenes in the series. “If I read my Spocks correctly.” Spock is a bit of a pirate. (I think Sarek would agree.) Spock loving the evil humans. Being jealous of Marlena. Kirk probably wondering how Mirror!Kirk and his Spock got along.

I think this is a really great episode, obviously, and I liked all of the intrigue. I thought the double, triple, quadruple crossing was really well plotted. Marlena is one of the better Love Interests and I thought she was really compelling. I LOVED Mirror Spock, and the general characterization of and subtleties to both Spocks. Mirror Sulu was interesting (what does he say about real Sulu I wonder?) and of course we got great Uhura moments and a good Bones moment too. I thought Kirk was interesting in this ep also, not quite confronting his evil side like in The Enemy Within, but...well I do think that was a part of him, the inferred characterization of mirror!Kirk, ambitious, single-minded--”inflexible, disciplined once you’ve made up your mind”--isn’t so outrageous or hard to understand.

I think the weakness of the ep is in the Mirror verse itself. It’s always struck me as a bit too cartoon-villain-y, painted in too broad strokes. Everyone wants to use violence to gain power. If deaths are so common, how has anyone survived this long lol? They allude to this sometimes--Spock not wanting command because it makes him a target, Kirk telling Spock the Empire is wasteful and ultimately unsustainable and thus illogical--but that just invites scrutiny under which the premise doesn’t hold. Imo, an organization like the Empire could never have lasted as long as or become as powerful as the Federation. As Kirk says, control is harder than conquest. I’m not even sure that all of the planets of the Federation could have come together in an Empire, and any allegiance would be very unstable. In other words, I don’t think “the Federation but make it evil” is even a sustainable premise.

Also, while people surely do crave power for the sake of power, I... tend to need a little more in my villainous characterization. Like, when I see that kind of villain, I always think of Price in Mr. Robot: “Every room I’m in, I ask myself ‘am I the most powerful person here?’ and I don’t stop until the answer is always yes.” That really is the core of him--and yet he’s still a subtle villain. That’s kind of the standard for me, I think. To put it another way, maybe the core of all villainy is just lust for power (and/or money) and maybe the best way to get power is brute strength, but the manifestations of evil are usually more subtle: some people who just want power, some people who have more narrow goals and can’t see the whole, many people who have been manipulated, and then just human ills like laziness, ineptitude, selfishness, short-sightedness. Only the most blunt of those traits and instruments really made it into the Mirror verse.

I would have liked to see the mirrorverse be more like... the mob.

...But it is only a 50 minute episode lmao.

Anyway, I find it very interesting that mirror!Spock has Vulcan operatives. His personal security guard is Vulcan, and taking these facts together, I think it’s safe to say that there are more Vulcan officers and enlisted on the ISS Enterprise than USS Enterprise. I’m not sure what to do with that but I find it very interesting. Is he more powerful on Vulcan? Is he more attuned to his Vulcan side? Are Vulcans more impressed with or deferential to him?

Anyway I am exhausted rn and I still have two more days this week so... off to bed. Next week’s ep is The Classic, The Apple.

#the year 2021 #2021: fandom thoughts #2021: star trek #star trek tos

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captain-of-the-unreliable · 3 years

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Time Brain go Brrrrrrrr

TTD is, in effect, the brain exerting itself. People who say the strongest muscle is the brain were actually almost on the money for that one. It’s not actually a side effect of the extended hibernation, but of the chemical cocktail necessary to bring someone back.

Using TTD beyond the activate point in game would be the brain overexerting itself, causing a brief, but intense concussion and damaging the player. In this theoretical update or mod, there would be an added Perk and an adjusted(?) flaw.

Caffeine Addict: Caffinoids now decrease TTD cost, but last half as long.

Adrenaline Rush: You deal an additional 50% more damage and move 100% faster while Overexerting.

BLESS YOU this is awesome

Now thinking about the amount of times I activate TTD during combats, I sure am convinced now that my Captain has a body of steel lol

Hmm does this mean that other colonists also have the potential to use TTD? I remember there was a log somewhere in game mentioning that the first group of colonists who got revived complained that time went "slower" for them, but so far the Captain is the only one we know who can use it freely and effectively (of course...)

Now if this is basically manufacturered by the chemicals then... It is entirely possible to just give anyone this power, with the right dose. Hmmmm I see a future plot here lmao

#the outer worlds #seriously tho TTD could be a nice plot line #i wish there was more info on this

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darriness · 5 years

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Fic - Like You Wanna Be Loved 14/16

Author: darriness

Word Count: 2270

Summary: Aftermath

Author’s Note: Only one more chapter after this and then the epilogue! Crazy! Thanks again to my beta, @darrenismydarcy. Also, big thanks to @slayediest who definitely helped me figure out the logistics of this chapter (she had to say multiple times while I was spitballing ideas 'That is totally illegal')

And for those who guessed, my favourite line from the last chapter was indeed Finn talking about being shot out of a canon. I was pretty proud of myself lol.

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Kurt blinks his eyes slowly when everything settles and takes stock of what he knows. He knows they’ve been in a car accident (though he’s not sure exactly how), he knows his shoulder is bleeding and that he feels dizzy, but otherwise nothing else seems to be wrong. He knows he hears someone shouting from outside the car but inside the car is quiet.

“Blaine!” Bethany suddenly screams and Kurt turns quickly, hissing from the pain in shoulder, to find the nine-year-old with frantic wide eyes. She’s leaning forward in her seat with spots of blood on her face and arms, but otherwise looks unharmed. He looks across the backseat to see the back driver’s side door crumpled in and he’s immediately grateful Bethany chose to sit behind him.

And then her exclamation registers and he turns quickly to look at the driver’s seat. Blaine is slumped forward and Kurt’s chest tightens instantly in panic. It’s not until he sees Blaine’s hand move to his forehead that he breathes a little easier.

“Blaine, are you okay?” He asks and he really wishes the person outside would stop yelling.

Blaine shakes his head slightly before lifting his head up, “Yeah, I think so.” He says, but he sounds a little dazed. Kurt goes to reach for him but suddenly Blaine’s eyes widen and he whips around, “Bethany!” He exclaims, and even though he’s focussed on the little girl, Kurt can see his eyes pinch from pain.

“I’m okay.” Bethany says from the backseat, and Kurt sees Blaine’s shoulders slump before he’s tensing again and turning to Kurt.

“I’m okay.” Kurt says before Blaine can say anything, laying his hand on Blaine’s, “Are you?”

Blaine blinks at him, “I think so.” He repeats.

“Did you hit your head?” Kurt asks but he’s prevented from getting an answer by Blaine’s door opening and an older man leaning in.

“Oh my god, are you all okay? I didn’t see you and then when I did there was ice and I’ve already called an ambulance but are you all okay?” Kurt can tell the man is panicking himself.

“I think we’re all okay.” Kurt says looking back at Bethany who is picking glass from the window off her arms but none of the cuts look too deep.

“Well just stay there, I’ve called an ambulance. They should be here soon.” The man says before pulling back and straightening, calling out to someone outside.

Kurt’s glad the yelling has stopped, it was giving him a major headache, and he slumps against the seat. He’s more than fine to relax while they wait for the ambulance.

“Kurt!” Blaine doesn’t sound relaxed and Kurt looks at him to find the other boy clearly panicking, “We can’t go to the hospital.” He whispers.

And suddenly Kurt gets it. He sits up quickly, “We can’t go to the hospital.” He repeats.

“What are we going to do? If the paramedics get here they’re going to make us go to hospital.” Blaine says.

Kurt feels his heart pound. He feels pulled in two directions. He’s fairly certain Blaine has a concussion, and knows that they should all probably get checked out, but the second the Anderson siblings get admitted to the hospital, their world can’t possibly stay the same. They’d be found out and the life they’ve created would crumble.

“I need to call my dad.” He says. Because Burt fixes everything, and Kurt needs his dad.

Blaine looks at him for a moment and he can see the wheels turning in Blaine’s head, maybe a little slower than normal because it takes him a few moments before his eyes pinch again and he whispers, “Okay.”

Kurt knows it’s probably killing Blaine to agree, because they both know that they can’t get out of this without Burt finding out, but he also doesn’t see another way out of this. He’s not even sure Burt can fix everything, he just knows he needs his dad.

Kurt pulls out his phone and dials his phone number and the car is eerily quiet as they wait for the call to connect.

“Hey bud!” Burt says, happily when he picks up.

“Dad.” Is all Kurt says but it’s enough.

“What’s wrong?” Burt asks, seriousness replacing his jovial tone.

“Can you meet us at Lima West Elementary? We were...in a car accident.” Kurt says.

“Jesus. Is everyone okay?” Burt asks as Kurt can hear him rustling around on the other end.

“I think so.” Kurt says, once again scanning the people in the car. The Anderson siblings are looking at him with incredibly similar tight expressions of worry.

“I’ll be right there.” Burt says and Kurt feels himself breathe a little easier. His dad will fix everything.

-- -- --

Kurt hopes his dad beats the paramedics, but he knows the paramedics have a head start, so he’s not entirely surprised when he hears sirens before his dad arrives. It seems to catch Blaine off guard, either that or he’s so wound up that the arrival of anything would set him off.

He starts to breathe rapidly in the driver’s seat and Kurt can tell he’s trying to tamp down his reaction for Bethany who has been sitting curled up in a tight ball in the backseat for the past five minutes, staring at the ground. Kurt wants nothing more than to alleviate some of Blaine’s panic but he’s not sure how. To be honest he’s also feeling a fair amount of panic himself, so he’s not sure it would be helpful anyway.

He watches as the paramedics jump down from the ambulance and move to talk to the man who told them he had called the ambulance.

The paramedics nod at the man before making their way towards Kurt, Blaine, and Bethany, “Hi everyone.” One of them says, with a kind smile as he leans into the broken back driver’s side window, “I’m Kevin and this is Sharon.” He says gesturing to the woman behind him who is silently looking over Kurt, Blaine, and Bethany with calculating eyes, “What are your names?”

Blaine’s eyes are wide and he hasn’t made eye contact with the paramedics and Bethany has gone into an even tighter ball if that’s possible, “I’m Kurt. This is Blaine. And that’s Bethany.” Kurt answers for them.

Kevin nods, “Okay, we’re here to help you. Do you think it’s possible to make your way out of the car and onto the sidewalk? Are you all able to do that?”

Neither Blaine or Bethany answer once again, so Kurt nods, “Yeah, I think we can all do that.” He says and Kevin nods, backing away from the car and pulling Blaine’s door open.

Blaine doesn’t move and Kevin’s brow furrows before Kurt gently nudges Blaine and the other boy stirs to life, slipping out of the car and standing next to it. Kurt turns to Bethany who is also exiting the car on the other side. Kurt watches as she makes her way as fast as she can around the car and clings to Blaine’s side, who brings a hand up to her head as he stares at the ground.

Kurt is the last one to get out of the car before the trio shuffle over to the sidewalk, “All right, why don’t you take a seat on the back of the ambulance here and we’ll check you out.” Kevin says in the same calm tone he’s had since introducing himself.

Blaine, Bethany, and Kurt go to comply just as Kurt hears, “Kurt!” Shouted from a ways away and he look up to find his dad getting out of his truck, still in his work overalls, and making his way over to them.

“Dad!” Kurt exclaims, running over and lunging into his dad’s arms. He begins to shake and cry from the sense of relief he feels and Burt hugs him closer.

“Are you okay?” Burt asks.

Kurt nods into Burt’s shoulder but then changes his mind and shakes his head. Burt pulls back and looks at him with worried eyes. Kurt turns around without leaving his dad’s arms and sees they’re quite a ways away from Blaine, Bethany and the paramedics, “Dad, Blaine and Bethany can’t go to the hospital.” He says.

Burt’s eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?” He asks.

Kurt swallows, “I...can’t explain right now. But please. You can’t let them take them to the hospital.”

Burt shakes his head, “Kurt, if they need medical attention…”

“Dad, please!” Kurt exclaims and Burt’s eyes widen in surprise as he looks over Kurt’s face.

Kurt’s face must show the right amount of desperation because Burt slowly nods, “Let’s just...see what happens.” He says and Kurt knows that’s the best he’s going to get right now.

The pair make their way over to the other group, to find the paramedics asking the Anderson’s questions that are either going unanswered or being answered with one word or shakes and nods of heads.

“Kevin.” Burt says when they get to them.

The paramedic looks up from Bethany in surprise but then he smiles, “Burt!” He exclaims, straightening up and shaking Burt’s hand.

“You two know each other?” Kurt asks.

Kevin nods, “I’ve been working part time for your dad for a little while now. I figured I already saved human lives, I might as well try to save the lives of some cars.” He and Burt chuckle together.

The atmosphere at the scene of the accident is surprisingly calm, which strikes Kurt as odd, but he figures that’s because no one is seriously injured. He’s never been in an accident before so he has nothing to compare it to, though.

“You both seem stable but I’d still recommend we take you in, especially because you said you might have bumped your head.” Sharon is saying behind them and Kurt turns to find Blaine’s panic return. He clutches Bethany tighter as they sit on the edge of the ambulance and shakes his head frantically, even though the movement causes him to groan.

Kurt turns to his dad to find the older man looking curiously at the pair on the curb before he turns to Kevin, “Can I have a word?” He asks and Kevin nods, walking a little ways away as Burt starts to talk quietly.

“How are you feeling?” Sharon asks, coming up to Kurt and looking him over.

“I’m fine.” Kurt says, even though he can feel blood seeping through his shirt from where the seat belt cut him.

“Can I take a look at your shoulder?” Sharon asks, obviously noticing the injury.

“I’m fine.” Kurt says again, looking over to where his dad and Kevin are talking quietly.

“I really think I should…” Sharon is interrupted by the returning of Burt and Kevin. Kevin looks confused and Burt has a serious expression.

“We’re not going to take them in, Shar.” Kevin says to his partner who furrows her eyebrows.

“We’re not?” She asks, confused.

Kevin shakes his head, “It would just be a precaution anyway and Burt says he’ll have his wife take a look at them. She’s a nurse.”

Kevin’s partner is prevented from answering by the arrival of more sirens. Kurt turns to see a police car turn onto the street and slow down by their vehicles.

The knot in his chest, that had begun to unravel slightly, tightens ten fold as he turns distressed eyes on his boyfriend. Blaine’s got his head cradled in his hands and is rocking slightly forward and backward. Bethany turns wide eyes on Kurt and then her brother before she jumps down from the ambulance and runs to Kurt. She throws her arms around his waist and buries her face into his chest. Kurt hesitates for a second before hugging her close.

“I’ll be right back.” Burt says and then he’s walking away, cutting off the officers before they can make their way over to Blaine, Kurt, and Bethany. Kurt is eternally grateful for his dad in this moment.

Bethany squeezes her arms tighter around Kurt. While he likes that she finds comfort in him, he’s dying to move over to Blaine and wrap him in his arms.

Eventually, Burt comes back over. Kurt looks beyond his dad’s shoulder to see the officers talking to the man who hit them.

Burt heaves a giant sigh as he takes off his hat and scratches his head. Kurt knows his dad must be stressed and confused.

“I think I need to get these three home.” He says, putting his hat back on.

Kevin sighs, “Burt, are you sure I can’t convince you to let us take the three of them in to get checked over more closely?”

Burt nods, “I’ll have Carole look them over.”

Sharon doesn’t look entirely convinced, but nods anyway, “As long as they get looked at closely.” She says.

Burt nods, “It’ll be fine. Thank you for coming.”

“That’s the job.” Kevin says, “See you Monday, Burt.” He shakes the older man’s hand even though Kurt can tell Kevin isn’t entirely convinced they’re making the right decision, before he and Sharon make their way toward the ambulance.

Kurt sighs, “Thank you, Dad.” He says but Burt turns a scowl on his son.

“I’m going to get the insurance information of the other car, call Lenny to come get your car, Blaine, then take the three of you home to get looked over by Carole. And then you are all going to explain why I just refused medical attention for three minors.” He says, leaving no room for argument, and Kurt swallows thickly.

#klaine #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #my loves #my stuff #like you wanna be loved #chapter fourteen

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kewltie · 5 years

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a ‘what’s wrong with secretary kim?’ au where katsuki is the arrogant and tyrannical heir to a conglomerate and izuku is his capable and excellent secretary who is single handedly holding back his employees from starting an uprising and killing katsuki bc he’s a goddamn perfectionist bastard but now Izuku suddenly wants to quit and KATSUKI IS NOT HAVING IT :P.

on the anniversary of izuku’s 10th year with the company, AND TEN YEAR WORKING AS KATSUKI’S SECRETARY, there’s a big wide company celebration for it despite the fact that there are ppl who had worked there longer and in more powerful position than a mere secretary to the president, but izuku is like THE IDOL of the entire company and there’s a HUGE reason for that :P.

katsuki’s own this large business empire that date back to taisho period but it is mitsuki who truly shapes it to this powerful entity it is today. katsuki is the heir to this vast empire and he lives his life knowing what he has to do and how far he’ll have to go to reach it so he places an enormous amount expectation on himself just to live up to everyone view of him bc his mother is just so badass. this make him incredibly hard to work WITH and UNDER bc he’s set the bar so high and expect you not to leap but like skyrocket all the way to the fucking moon or something. he drives most of his employees insane with his perfectionism and micromanagement and like most president try to have some semblance of professional and distance b/t employer/emplyee status quo but katsuki breaks every rule by cursing daily and being a pain in their ass as he visits their floor to harassed them to get their work done in time. he’s very hands on and take no bullshit so if he doesn’t like something YOU WILL HEAR ALL ABOUT IT. this make the work enviroment extremely stressful and hectic for the employees but the one saving grace is THE AMAZING EMPLOYEE PACKAGE and IZUKU.

so even though katsuki make it HARD to work under/with him, his company (surprisingly) tops the list of best place to work at every single year bc of how their great employees benefit. there’s 40% discount on all their products for their employees, they get paid leave for a week at every quarter, mandatory paid vacation time that last 2-3 weeks, great maternity benefits, amazing childcare service at the company which provide 24/7 childcare bc the company never sleep, employment/raised/and rise in rank is based on a merit system so the population pretty evenly 50/50 male & female, the paid is extremely good, they have zero tolerance for sexual harassment, great healthcare coverage and even have psychiatric department for burnout/stress/etc, and their cafeteria food is sooooo good that most fine dinning. so even though it is highly competitive and stressful place that place exceedingly high expectation and workload on their employees, they have very low turnover rate.

that number can also be contributed to izuku bc izuku is the reason most of them don’t like murder katsuki out of rage and fear lol. izuku is beyond good at his job. he manages katsuki’s business and HIS LIFE and he does it with a friendly smile and a cheer. when katsuki order his employees to get this done in like today even though the workload is insane, izuku would bring them food and drinks, come into their office to check up on them, provide them keynotes on their project, run over their project with them, etc doing everything he can to assist them to get their work complete. he’s just so terrifyingly good at his job that everyone kinda joke how it would take a hundred people just to replace izuku bc izuku is pretty much the heart and soul of their company. katsuki may rule the company and dictate the direction of where they’ll go but izuku keeps everything running smoothly and get them there in time and in orderly fashion.

and it’s not just that he’s good at his job but izuku is the buffer b/t them and katsuki bc he’s is one of the few that can stand toe to toe with katsuki and LIVE. despite izuku always super friendly with everyone, he and katsuki often clash on how they see things and katsuki’s behavior which end in screaming matches sometimes lol. izuku is the peacekeeper and the negotiator between katsuki and JUST ABOUT EVERYONE. they know that rarely can they win katsuki over if they also don’t have izuku on their side too. EVEN HIS BUSINESS PARTNERS KNOW THAT bc everybody think this but nobody is willing to say it but izuku is prob the 2nd most powerful person in the entire company bc he got the ears of the president and though katsuki doesn’t hesitate to lash out at izuku, he always listen to what izuku got to say even as he reject them later lmao. he’s just really good with dealing with katsuki so many ppl defer to him whenever they have to report to katsuki bc izuku would keep him from like killing them when they don’t meet his crazy as fuck deadline/requirement/expectations.

SO YEA when izuku’s 10th year anniversary come along everybody is excited to celebrate izuku’s milestone and the next decade onward bc izuku is a stable in the company and everyone expect him to be around years and years bc any other thought would be UNTHINKABLE. katsuki even generously offer to fulfill any of izuku’s wish since it’s also their 10th year anniversary of izuku becoming his secretary, WHICH is hilarious and sad but it’s the longer either of them ever had with anyone. but on the night just as katsuki is ready make izuku’s wish come true like a new condo, a new car, etc which are all ridiculous presents bc izuku already got an apartment and A FUNCTIONAL CAR but rich ass ppl don’t really know moderation bc on izuku’s 30th birthday katsuki bought an island under izuku’s name JUST BC HE CAN and also, “so you can run away to it whenever i piss you off,” and izuku didn’t talk to katsuki for an entire day LMAO. anyway so YES izuku’s 10th year wish which katsuki assume would be something boring and entirely TOO feasible like new book collections by his fav writer but NOPE. it’s... “I want to quit, sir,” and katsuki is so shocked by izuku’s sudden request that he lit have a meltdown at izuku’s 10th year party which is at the roof of their company building with thousands of ppl. he stopped kicked everyone OUT just so he can properly yell at izuku bc WTFFFFFFFFF.

the thing is despite the amount of them katsuki had fire izuku (which is number in the hundreds by now), izuku had never left the job. he is just as dedicate to the company as katsuki and not once ever complaint about his work. complain about katsuki’s tyrannical demands YES but never the company or the people he work with bc HE LOVES IT. so this??? IS SO OUT OF THE LEFT FIELD THAT KATSUKI freaks out!!!!!! izuku has been with katsuki for soooooooooo long that katsuki took izuku’s constant presence as forever bc who else gets him the way izuku does?? it took him years to trained izuku to his expectation it’s going to take ages for him to train another person to replace izuku and just thinking about it MAKE HIM SO ANGRY BC DOES IZUKU KNOW HOW MUCH KATSUKI INVESTED IN IZUKU AND NOW HE’S JUST GOING TO WALK AWAY FROM IT ALL FOR NOTHING????

except izuku does have a reason and it’s his happiness. for ten years izuku dedicate his life to the company and katsuki. he does everything for them even putting his love life secondary and now that’s he’s into his 30s he realize how much life has passed him by. izuku wants to get fall in love and get marry. he wants to find his own happiness outside the company and katsuki and KATSUKI IS SO FUCKING CONFUSED AND LIVID. apparently, izuku was having his annual psych evals and talk with their psychologist and it made him reaize what he has been missing and he’d finally reach that point where he decided instead of putting others before him like he’d always did now it’s his turn to put himself first so yes HE’S QUITTING.

so katsuki storm onto the psych floor to yell at the company psychologist that they got on retainers for the employees (to deal with stress/ family issues/mental health etc but also mainly as a place to vent about work and HOW MUCH THEY WANT TO PUNCH KATSUKI IN THE THROAT) and demand to know what the fuck SHE HAD IZUKU INTO bc izuku would never thought to leave him if she didn’t put all that stupid nonsense in his head. she simply raises a brow and calmly ask katsuki to sit down to talk it over instead of yelling at her.

as soon as katsuki sits down she tells him, “it’s doctor-patient confidentiality, so i can not discuss what passed between me and midoriya-san,” and katsuki is one second from flipping her coffee table over but she continues unfazed, “but as he had explained to you, mirdoriya-san have always put others before him and rarely think of his own future but now he’s determine o chase his own happiness.”

and katsuki just shouts, “BUT I AM HIS HAPPINESS!!”

he stops. she looks at him evenly. he stares at her in horror. she smiles. and he knows he’d fallen into her trap because FUCK.

katsuki had been in love twice in his life and they were longstanding relationships but they never pass 3 years bc of work. OR SO HE THINKS. his work always come first and he goes into his relationship letting his partner know how important his work is to him and that they may be second place but that’s just the way it is. only two of the people he met and fell for accepted that part of him and when they do break up it’s bc katsuki didn’t put them first which katsuki is like??? BUT I TOLD YOU THAT ALREADY but at that time he didn’t get it. now with startlingly clarity, he realizes what they meant that they were okay with coming second to work but not coming second to IZUKU. katsuki had canceled dates and anniversaries bc of overseas meetings and last mins work but izuku is the only one he literally ditched a very important business meeting all the way in paris and flew back to japan bc he heard izuku got into an accident even though izuku insisted he was okay AND THAT HE ONLY GOT A CONCUSSION GEEZ KACCHAN PLS GO BACK. katsuki live his entire life w/o restrained but izuku is the one to make him willing to compromise and meet ppl in the middle. he never felt the lacking in wealth, respect, talent, and love bc he got it all. wealth from his family’s fortune, respect from the people around, talent from himself, and then love is from izuku.

their relation actualy gooooooooooo waaaaaaaaaay back. even before izuku started to work as katsuki’s secretary. few know of this but izuku’s mother work as housekeeper for katsuki’s family and izuku grew up alongside katsuki as his playmate. from the time katsuki was in diapers izuku was with him every step. izuku attended same elementary school, jr. high, high school, and even same college with katsuki. they literally been together all their life. everyone always assume that izuku only make it through such prestioug school bc of his connection with katsuki and that is sort of true bc mitsuki paid it all for izuku to attend bc she adores inko & izuku but that just mean izuku have to endure all the hate and jealousy thrown his way. he was burden by the fact that he was close to katsuki and that ppl think he’s a leech so izuku work extremely hard to be able to stand beside katsuki, to prove to everyone that he isn’t useless and that he can help katsuki. even when they got to same elite college, izuku refused mitsuki offer to pay his way in but did his best to win a scholarship just so he can be at the same school as katsuki bc for all katsuki’s mercurial temper, katsuki never rely on his talent to get him there but he pushed himself there. he admires katsuki deeply and wishes to stand on even ground with him so that one day he can help katsuki as he rises to the top. that’s his only dream. EXCEPT izuku never got to fulfill it bc in the middle of izuku second year, he suddenly dropped out bc his mom fell sick and inko & izuku who had always rely on the generosity of katsuki’s family decide the family had done enough for them so izuku left school midway to take care of his mother, disappearing from katsuki’s life completely.

katsuki literally went on a bender and his grades that semester suffered for it. in the end he pulled himself back together with the help of really great friends and katsuki swore he’ll never let anyone effect him like that again. his work & goals come first, everything else is secondary. that’s what he tell himself anyway but izuku always been the exception to every rule he’d made for himself.

it won’t be years until they meet again, when katsuki start as an executive position in the company and izuku comes to him as a new hire, looking to work right under katsuki. katsuki put IZUKU THROUGH THE RINGER AND PUSHED HIM MORE THAN ANY OTHER that everyone is convinced katsuki got it out for izuku but just smile and prevailed every obstacle that katsuki throw at him bc even more the stress of the workload, more than hours he spent up late at night getting it done, more than his own peace of mind, izuku want to work with katsuki again. WANTS TO BE WITH HIM so he keep on trying, keep on pushing himself to get it done. and he did. he does.

katsuki ofc found out why izuku disappear but he never ask why izuku chose to come back to him bc in the end the answer has always been in izuku’s smile. he had chased katsuki from their childhood and all the way into their college years and even though he was gone for several years, now he was back to chased after katsuki again. to choose out of all the company he can work for, HE PICKED THIS ONE, it said all he need to say. their life have been bound to each other from the start so yea katsuki never realize he’s in love with izuku bc there’s no aha moment, no light bulb moment bc izuku have always been there chasing after him and katsuki can always look over his shoulder and find izuku right there as sure as gravity bc how can he fall in love when he’s been standing on solid ground the entire time and izuku is the foundation of his everything.

now that he realize he’s going to lose izuku, the floor beneath him starts to crack and he realizes it’s his turn to give chase. HE DOES THE ONLY THING HE KNOWS HOW: propose to izuku LMAO. look, now that katsuki realizes that he has been in love with izuku all along so why the fuck should they date bc they’re practically been married for ten years on the job and have been running this fucking company together with their millions of kids. he can’t imagine running this company without izuku’s constant presence at his side dispensing advice and carrying out his orders to the absolute best of his ability. LIKE, everyone joke how izuku is katsuki’s wrangler but no izuku nickname in the company is the guillotine bc izuku is katsuki’s sword. when katsuki tell izuku to do something, he get SHIT DONE no matter what and izuku is sweet on everyone but the moment someone do something to mess with katsuki, izuku is a force to be reckon with. so yea these two alone themselves are terrifying but together they’re MONSTERS and they wont stop till they take you for everything.

so how can izuku wants to break that partnership up bc they’re sooo amazing together?? esp when katsuki can make izuku a hundred times more happy than anyone else. AND THEY DON’T NEED TO DATE WITH SO MUCH HISTORY B/T THEM. katsuki just want to get marry already bc he never half ass anything and marriage is most acceptable step for them even though it’s just a formality at this point bc he’s practically married to izuku already if not in reality but in their heart.

they literally broke all the rules/boundaries of employer/employee relationship bc they have keys to each other home, more than one time katsuki’s SO mention dating katsuki is like dating katsuki and IZUKU bc of how much izuku is involve not just his business but his life as well, and they’re so bound to each other that izuku (who actually dated a lot but they’re short live fling bc they can’t handle his job and him always prioritizing katsuki first) and katsuki never have a relationship last longer than their three decades with each other. they’re practically it for each other. now katsuki just need izuku to see it.

so yea he propose bc that’s just make sense (lmao). and izuku is like :||| NO THANKS bc izuku just assume it’s just another delayed tactic bc katsuki THAT DUMBASS is like ‘”if you quit the morale of this company will go down to a point where im sure they will revolt soon enough so marry me before that happen”. he wanted to say, “ME AND THIS COMPANY WOULD BURN TO THE GROUND W/O YOU THERE SO PLS MARRY US” but it sound like it’s all for the company and izuku is tired SO TIRED of doing everything just for the company and katsuki. he just want to do something for himself for once but katsuki wont let up and convinced izuku to go along with engagement for like 3 months bc if izuku is looking for love & Happy ENDING than katsuki will give it to him. who else can give him all that if not katsuki???

izuku is JUST SO TIRED but he decided to humor katsuki so katsuki can get off his back and let him leave. he never expected that katsuki make such concerted effort to woo him for real lol.

ofc their engagement causes a huge uproar among the employees which were already having a meltdown earlier bc they had heard about izuku wanting to quit and the number of people heading toward the psychiatrist floor was more than the last three years COMBINED bc the thought of losing the lone person who can keep katsuki from verbally murdering them all is panic inducing.

their engagement doesn’t really change anything in the status of their work relationship. katsuki continues to yell at people and izuku continues to play buffer but occasionally katsuki will slides his hand across Izuku’s own and they just touch fleetingly but it burns enough that izuku can’t stop thinking about it all day. it’s like suddenly every nerve cells in izuku’s body is awake and alive and they’re just realizing how much KATSUKI BOTHERS HIM. WHICH IS A LOT. like izuku already spent so much time with katsuki so he never notice it before but now everything feels purposeful and intimate in a way like a veil is removed over his head. it’s always been there but he just never see it before bc sometimes it’s hard to know what you’re looking for when you’re LITERALLY STARING RIGHT AT IT YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.

the slow seduction of izuku is HILARIOUS AND TROUBLING BC THEY DONT DO ANYTHING DIFFERENT YET EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT WHICH MADE IZUKU REALIZE ALL ALONG THEY ARE WORST THAN MARRIED BUT LIKE SOULMATES LOL. katsuki bringing izuku as his plus one to events is the same as when he brought izuku there as his secretary; izuku eating dinner with katsuki’s family as his fiance is like how he did like A COUPLE WEEKS AGO; izuku and katsuki spending time together doing work, doing grocery shopping (bc that’s a thing you apparenlty do with your secretary???), doing movies, etc is all NORMAL AND THE SAME but now there’s an undercurrent of something else, something bigger than izuku is afraid to name.

but izuku still think katsuki only keep this charade bc katsuki need izuku here so he would do anything to izuku. but actually katsuki doesn’t actually need izuku. he can MANAGE WITHOUT HIM. it won’t be easy but he can do it. he’s bakugou katsuki after all but... he doesn’t want to. he may not need izuku and there may be other options out there but he will always chooses izuku in the end. it’s just the way it is.

i just imagine a lot of drama IN DUE PART TO BEING ASIAN DRAMAS and misunderstanding before their 3 months is up and izuku realizing what exactly katsuki meant AND THEY’RE TOGETHER TOGETHER but they’re getting there :P. Slowly but yea!!

#bakudeku #not!fic #i watch too many asian dramas lbr #and TWO WEEKS NOTICE IS ONE OF MY FAV ROMCOMS!!!!#secretary au

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bnha-archive · 5 years

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Maybe some angst headcanons about Tamaki, Kirishima, and Mirio’s s/o dying in battle? If that’s too angsty I understand lol.

uH I love angst, bet. It’ll be titled like the other angst headcanons about losing a loved one but geared around combat. Also, WOW this got super angsty!!

SPOILERS FOR MIRIO’S HEADCANON

Headcanon: Losing a Loved One

Eijiro Kirishima

He kept telling himself that you’ve had worse, being thrown threw through a wall wouldn’t be enough to take you out of the fight–let alone… but he didn’t want to dwell on that possibility.

It happened so fast.

One moment you were running back to the fight.

The next, you had been launched into a building, crashing through what must have been concrete.

He stumbles over rubble and debris (he’s bleeding from a couple of different places), calling for you.

Finally, he spotted you: face down with half of a wall collapsed on top of you.

He calls your name again and you stir, well you try to. The lower half of your body is pinned down.

He can’t lift it–there’s too much and relieving the pressure might hurt you more than helping.

He hands shake as takes your bloodied ones in his own.

Your eyes are hazy and he tries to keep you conscious and talking.

“H-hey! It’s gonna be alright. We’ll get Uraraka over here and Midoriya–we’ll get you out of there! We can go see that movie you keep talking about, the one from that book series?”

But you know the truth he doesn’t want to acknowledge.

“I love you, Eijiro. I love you so much. You’re such a great hero.”

The light leaves your eyes and your hand goes limp.

The world around him went silent, the air stilled.

He didn’t remember what happened after that.

According to Midoriya, he passed out from blood loss and shock–still holding your hand.

As soon as he wakes up, he asks about you.

The look shared between Midoriya and Uraraka share tells him enough.

His time in the hospital blurs together, people come to visit him–Mina, Sero, Kaminari, and Bakugou.

Bakugou would visit the most, bringing good, games, books and what might even be called a ‘cheerful’ attitude (well as cheery as Bakugou could get)

He offered Kirishima a place to stay if he didn’t ‘want to stay in that dusty-ass apartment’.

Kirishima appreciated the excuse to not go back to the home that the two of you had shared.

Going there… he couldn’t face it.

Your funeral had been a public affair–thousands of people had turned up to mourn your loss.

Eijiro sees the tears of civilians: men, women, and children (some of whom were wearing homemade merch).

It was only after your funeral when he was finally alone that he cried.

Kirishima would retire from the Hero scene two years later on the anniversary of your death.

The only person who gave him a hard time was Bakugou, “You think taking yourself out of action is gonna make you feel better? That it’s gonna make it easier to grieve or some shit?”

“I’ve been through therapy, Katsuki. I tried throwing myself into work–but that didn’t help. I’m not unbreakable anymore man. And if I can’t do my job, what’s the point?”

The blond just scoffed but didn’t make any more attempts to dissuade his friend.

Time, that’s what everyone said he needed. Time to heal.

But he knows there’s no amount of time that could bring back his confidence as an invincible shield.

Mirio Togata (spoilers)

Overhaul was taunting him for losing his quirk. The villain was practically baiting the rest of the team… and you knew it.

You held your ground in front of your battered boyfriend and Eri as Nighteye charged the yakuza.

“I’ve got your back, now get out of here Mirio and take Eri!” You gave him a grin that hid the exhaustion and anger.

Midoriya appeared to get the two of them out of the room.

You turn to help your teacher, who faced off with Overhaul.

“Alright, you sonovabitch, you’ll pay for what you did!”

Those were the last words Mirio ever heard you say–he lead Eri away.

At that moment, two spikes shot out of the ground and rammed themselves through the body of Nighteye.

You screamed as if you were the one who had been impaled as you threw yourself at Overhaul with the intent to kill.

Another spike appeared where your abdomen should have been and blood spurted out of your mouth.

You tried to move, to unimpale yourself, to keep fighting–the adrenaline fueling you.

But you were stuck.

And the corners of your vision started to go dark…

You thought of Mirio and panicked–he would be so upset! Not the mention how angry Nighteye would be at you for becoming sloppy at the last moment.

I’m sorry

They would find your body among the rubble, expression pained and eyes looking toward where Mirio had escaped with dried tears on your cheeks.

In a fell swoop, Lemillion lost two of the most important people in his life and his quirk.

He had lost everything…

But he couldn’t sit around doing nothing.

With gusto, he takes up the role of being Eri’s companion.

He wasn’t sure how to live in a world without you, without Nighteye.

Mirio knew that the two of them would have scolded him if he just moped around all day.

Nejire and Amajiki weren’t sure how to help, other than being there for him if he needed it (which he did).

He would find a new purpose.

Bonus:

Everything went dark and silent around Nighteye. Mirio’s face faded from view as a great sorrow overtook the pro’s heart–he lost one pupil to Overhaul and other he had to leave behind. But he knew that Mirio would be alright, he had seen it after all.

“Sir!” His eyes snap open and he sees you in front of him–holding a small pile of manilla files and an attentive expression. “I brought the files you asked for, is there anything else?”

It was his office, spacious, organized and sprinkled with All Might merchandise. He looks to you, young and whole… and he allows a small smile. “No, this is just what I needed. Thank you.”

Tamaki Amajiki

He was foolish for thinking that something this good would stay in his life.

Foolish for believing you when you said you wouldn’t leave him.

But… he wanted to believe you–wanted to stay with you for as long as possible.

Apparently, the universe had decided the expiration date for the relationship was today.

It was supposed to be his day off–you were only going to go to Fatgum’s office to drop off some completed paperwork, then you’d be home.

But duty called and you were available so of course, you dropped everything to go help.

He loves loved that about you, your selfless nature and willingness to sacrifice.

Just this once though, he wished you could have been more selfish.

He fell asleep on the couch waiting for you to come home and only awoke when his cellphone rang 3 hours later.

“…Fat?” He mumbled in a sleepy haze

“Have ya been watchin’ the news, Tamaki?”

“No, I fell asleep… did something happen?” The silence on the other end sent his stomach turning in knots. It’s then that the dots connect. “Fat… please tell me that everything is ok and everyone is fine.” More silence.“Please.”

“Meet me at the office.”

So he did.

From the Pro’s office, the two took a car to a nearby hospital, Fatgum explaining best he could.

Apparently, you’d shielded a civilian family from an explosion and took heavy damage. But with your quirk (No Pain) you’d walked it off.

No one had known until it was too late–you collapsed on the pavement and medical examination proved their worse fears.

The explosive force had given you a severe concussion which had only been exacerbated by continued combat.

In short, you received so much damage that your body shut itself down to cope. And in doing so had put you into a coma.

Tamaki wanted to believe that you would be alright.

He wanted to believe that you would wake up.

But he knows deep down there’s no chance of it.

Brain scans revealed limited and low activity.

Hell, you couldn’t even regulate your own body right so machines had to do it for you.

This wasn’t the first time you had been in a coma, your quirk made you highly susceptible to them.

But this would be the first and last time you wouldn’t wake up from one.

Eventually, all signs of brain activity ceased–and the only thing that kept your heart going was machinery.

You were gone even though a monitor making noise said otherwise.

You were given a Hero’s Funeral–big names from all across the country appeared to honor your passing.

If pressed, Tamaki would confess he doesn’t remember much of what happened during or after the funeral.

Fatgum decided to consign the younger man to desk-duty, insisting that it would be temporary.

But Suneater knew that there was no way that he could go out into the public sphere.

The chance of him messing up was too great.

Mirio would show up randomly at his apartment or work with food and then proceed to eat with his best friend.

Tamaki never said it, but he was grateful for the company.

Well, the company of someone who was still alive anyway.

He would see you flit by his desk, he could hear you as you would hum as you read reports.

Sometimes, he delved into his mind and relived some of his fondest memories of you.

And then there would be the days when he realized he couldn’t remember what your voice sounded like.

Or how you smelled

Or what your eye color was.

He was terrified of forgetting you.

#Anonymous #bnha #mha #spoilers #Tamaki Amajiki #mirio togata #kirishima eijirou #reader insert #x reader #boku no hero academia imagines #my hero academia x reader #angsty #suneater #lemillion #red riot #death #gender neutral

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Triathlon: 1 Year In

Today (ok not today, but the day I started actually writing this, about a week ago) marks 365 days since I started my training plan last year for my first sprint triathlon. A lot has happened since then.

I started with a strength day, of all things, and just based on that fact alone, I’m amazed that I stuck with it this long. It’s one of my least favorite types of exercise to do. Following a 12-week plan extracted from a book, I got myself together enough to complete my first sprint distance triathlon. One of the first things I learned was what stuff I needed to bring to the race and what I didn’t (look at all those towels! lol). I did my second sprint just two weeks later, which was a big help in maintaining consistency, I think. There’s a very real possibility that, had I needed to wait a month or two until my next race, I might have dropped the ball. But there wasn’t much time to do much of anything except recover, and it was off to my second race. That one was a lot of fun; I was solidly hooked by that point. September rolled around and it was time for my third race, which I had considered my “A” race for the season, even though it was also a sprint like the others. I swam, biked and ran my way to the Clydesdale podium, winning my division, with a time that also would have been in contention in my age group, had I gone that route.

With that, I had proved to myself that I liked this sport. I hadn’t yet felt bored, or struggled to continue training for mental/emotional reasons. I’d had a couple of minor injury hiccups along the way, which seemed enormous at the time, but were really just bumps in the road. It really looked good for my goals of consistency and, eventually, performance. I hired a coach. I bought a new bike. Things were moving.

Then I got hit by a car. And everything changed. I had a concussion that would take me five months to recover from. In the interim I managed to stay as active as was possible, mostly by walking on the treadmill, and eventually doing relatively short and easy indoor trainer rides. I applied my focus to producing video content, and went to Puerto Rico for a cycling adventure vacation (I’m just realizing I never really posted about that; I’m working on a larger video that will showcase the whole trip. It’s slow going but I hope to have it done soon).

At the five month mark, I really started to feel normal again. I was pushing hard on a lot of workouts, and finally suffering no ill effects. Looking back, I can see how I was really charging ahead when this happened, going a lot harder than I probably should have a lot of times. Which I think is understandable considering how long I had been under wraps. My training and fitness levels really started to climb at that point.

I’ve still got a ways to go on intelligently managing my IF, but Concussion Valley is looking smaller every day

I rode outdoors in Vermont for the first time at the Muddy Onion, which was also my first outdoor ride with a power meter. Shortly afterward, I did my first FTP test. Now I have a baseline for understanding my efforts and training with real structure.

Consistency is there. Fitness is getting there. Performance remains to be seen. I’ve done a lot, learned a lot, and been through a lot. My weight is still not where it should be, but I’ve made progress:

26 pounds lost over 1 year, while building a fair amount of heavy cycling muscle.

Tomorrow I’m riding in the Whiteface Mountain Uphill Bike Race, which I consider my first performance challenge of the season. I’m not out to win it or anything (fat chance, literally, with a Clydesdale division that starts at 190 pounds), but I do hope to lay down some effort that I can be proud of. And then right around the corner is my first triathlon of 2019, a sprint-distance rust shaker in Nashua NH.

It’s been a good first year, overall. I’m grateful to have found this sport, even more grateful to be able to practice and compete in it, and hopeful and optimistic for what it means for my future.

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OKAY SINCE WE ARE MAIDEN VOYAGING THIS SHIP LOL #11 for DekuMeli

@emeraldwaves, my dear, this is for you! We are sailing on this maiden voyage, and we will GO DOWN WITH IT! This is just so… ugh, I’m ready to write more with them.

You can also check out the story here on AO3.

I’m Here

The tears wouldn’t stop flowing down her face, her bright blue eyes swimming in them as she stared at the destruction in front of her. Buildings were crumbling around her, the roads were torn up, cars thrown all over, debris littered the area, but Melissa couldn’t focus on any of that.

Blood was running hot and thick down the side of her face, her glasses long since having been thrown off of her during the uproar, her blond hair a matted and bloody mess. She couldn’t believe she’d survived this fight – she was Quirkless, after all.

She’d been in her lab working on a new prototype to increase the stability of a hero’s strength to combat ratio when the attack happened. A loud crash had been heard several floors below where she’d been, the whole lab had become silent, but soon the whole building had begun to shake with the tremors as the massive villain made his way through the floors and up to their levels, destroying everything it could.

Melissa had wanted to go on the offensive, to take down the villain much like her beloved would, but she knew she was no match – not after seeing the sheer size of it and the fact that she wasn’t able to really defend herself from the man.

He’d looked down at her like she was a pest in his way of his goal, whatever that was. All it took was one sweep of his arm and she’d had the wind knocked out of her as she flew back against a counter, hitting her head with a crack, causing her to have passed out for a time.

She remembered hearing the screams.

She remembered the desperation in the voices surrounding her.

She remembered the sinister laugh from the man who had attacked.

But she also remembered the flash of green that had shot in so fast that he was like lightning, striking his target with such precision and speed that it had caught the villain off guard.

It took her a few minutes to get the breath back in her and for her to wobbly get up from her spot on the floor, ignoring the protests and concerns from her teammates in the lab before ordering everyone to evacuate immediately. The building was crumbling around them, especially with the new hole in the walls that had been formed when the villain and hero had crashed through in their fight.

The teammates had all made their way out of the building safely, the structure of the building seeming to hold long enough.

Melissa took a few steps toward safety before she stopped and looked back, her eyes widening in shock at the sheer destruction that had already been caused. What was happening?

An explosion burst from a building adjacent to her position, and she screamed, ducking for cover. She watched as another villain jumped out of the window, his arms full of devices from the science building, a smirk on his face, before he ran with his stolen goods down the street to enter into another building.

She’d been stupid to start running toward him. She knew that. But something in her wouldn’t let her stop; she needed to help, needed to do something.

Ignoring the pain in her back and head, Melissa ran down the street toward the building the villain had entered, but before she could make it, scientists and facilities people were running out as fast as they could past her, trying to run for safety.

She grabbed onto a man who had panic in his eyes. “Is everyone alright?”

He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “I-I don’t k-know. P-please—” he didn’t bother finishing his sentence before pushing her off of him and running away.

Melissa turned back to the building, determined to run in, when she looked up and saw the massive villain from before go flying against the side of the building, causing fissures and cracks to spider web along the surface from the impact. She threw her hands up to protect herself from any falling debris as she ran for cover, the flash of green following close behind the impact of the villain causing another loud crash to be heard.

She took a few steps back, looking up at the building with worry in her eyes. “Deku,” she whispered, unable to move, unsure of what she could do to help him, her beloved.

Another loud crash sounded from the same building, but also another one several buildings up. The whole compound was under attack. Scientists were running for their lives, those with quirks were trying to fight off the villains, but were being knocked down as easily as if they were Quirkless. Why were these villains so strong? Why were they attacking now? What could they possibly be trying to find or steal?

She screeched as one of the villains was thrown from the building closest to her, landing with a solid thump not ten feet away from her. She stared at the villain, who groaned from the impact, but slowly stood up, rage very clear on his wide, green face. He swung his head over at her, a roar erupting from his large mouth before he lunged at her.

Melissa’s eyes went wide as she watched the villain lunge toward her, her arms going up to defend herself, but then the green flash ran right into the villain, his foot connecting with the villain across the face, sending him into the building with such an impact that the villain was knocked out and stuck in the wall.

Deku stood in front of her, bloodied and bruised, but still ready to fight, his green eyes still clear and determined to do what he can to save everyone, to make this situation right. He glared in the direction of the villain he’d just punched as he said, “Get to cover, Melissa!” He whipped his head around as the next villain came at him from the building above, but Deku quickly turned himself to bring his leg up and kick the villain hundreds of feet away from where they stood.

Melissa watched with a mixture of horror and awe at the whole thing, but she took a step toward Deku and said, “Please, Izu—”

He gave her a look that spoke volumes of how much he wanted to save the people around him – the people still streaming out of the buildings around them and down the streets to safety – and of how much he wanted to save her. “I’ll be fine, Melissa. Please, get to safety.” He turned on his heel, the green lightning sparking around him as he dashed off toward the villains, the breeze from the move blowing her hair around.

Melissa took in a deep breath to steady herself, about to turn to safety, when she froze in place. One of the villains was exiting the building with one of their latest prototypes wrapped around his waist, but that wasn’t what caught her eye – it was the person he had over his shoulder that he was carrying out like it was no big deal: one of the leading scientists on the development team, and someone who could prove to be very useful if in the wrong hands for the wrong reasons.

She stood there frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. She could see Deku fighting the other villain down the street, but who was going to stop the one here?

Melissa bit her lip, her feet moving before her brain was able to compute what was happening: she was running toward them, wanting to save them.

The villain turned to look at her, his cocky smirk making the fire in her run hotter, even though she knew she’d be no match. She just needed to distract him long enough until Deku could get there.

It had been a mistake.

The villain had turned to her and with one quick wave of his arm had caused a large piece of ground to come flying at her. She slid on her feet, falling back, staring at the slab of earth as it rushed toward her.

The next thing she knew, it was blown to pieces, pieces of the mass flying everywhere – including straight toward her.

The last thing she saw was Deku fighting the villain, reaching for the scientist, before she heard another crack and everything went black.

That was when she had woken up to the destruction around her, at the sheer amount of devastation that three villains had caused. She found the scientist, unconscious but alive, near where she’d been knocked out. But where was Deku?

With a few shaky steps, Melissa continued to walk forward farther into the destruction. All of the work and research that had been conducted over the last five years at the facility were gone, just like that, in a flash. It was startling how much power villains could hold.

Sirens sounded in the distance, and other pro-heroes had arrived on the scene, pulling out injured people from the buildings or sequestering the villains.

Where was Izuku?

She continued forward, unsure of where to look, the tears blurring her vision as she looked around her. She could hear voices calling to her to tell her to wait and stop moving because she was bleeding, but she didn’t care.

The smoke from the fighting and crumbling buildings parted just long enough that she saw him, her heart bursting from her chest to her throat as she started to walk faster toward him. She could see him against some broken pavement, leaning forward and holding his arm, blood running under his fingers, as he took deep breaths to steady himself.

He was injured, bleeding and panting and all manner of things, but he was alive.

And Melissa had never been so scared that she’d never see him again in the short time that they’d been together.

Her steps were faster, her vision blurry now not only from the tears, but her head was pounding and she was sure she had a concussion, but she didn’t care. She just needed this one moment—

“Izuku!”

He looked up quickly, his green eyes zoning right in on her. She ran as fast as she could to him and he straightened himself, a look of concern and happiness and love spreading across his face as she stumbled right into his open arms and buried her face in his chest, the tears flowing freely and harshly down her face now.

He held her tight to him, the two an anchor for each other in the sea of rubble around them. She breathed him in, the smell of dirt and blood and sweat fresh on him, but also that smell that belonged only to him and that was just so reassuring to her. She didn’t want to let go, but he slowly loosened his grip and looked at her, his expression turning instantly to worry. “Melissa, you’re bleeding. You need to see some—”

She kissed him. She’d pushed up on her toes and pulled him down to her at the same time and planted a kiss right on his lips. There was salt from her tears, a little iron from the blood, but she didn’t care, and neither did he, as his grip on her tightened again just slightly, the feeling of safety and love wrapping around her at the subtle movement.

A sob broke from her in their kiss and she pulled away to bury her face against his shoulder. She’d been so scared, not only for herself, but for him and for all of the people in and around the area. How had any of this happened? How had she survived?

He held her close to her and said quietly, “It’s okay, Mel. I’m here.”

She let out a soft, strangled laugh at his catchphrase, once Uncle Might’s, but now his, tailored to fit just for her. She looked up at him then, a wobbly smile on her lips, and whispered, “I know.”

He leaned his forehead against hers gently, his green eyes staring into her blue ones, before they each closed their eyes and he said, “And I always will be.”

#melideku #melissa shield #midoriya izuku #deku #fanfiction #bnha #mha #my writing #ask #answered #emeraldwaves

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asakano · 5 years

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tagged by @regina-de-testudines-est-vacca

Rules: Tag 21 people you’d like to know better! (If you don’t know 21 people in here that’s fine too, just tag who you want)

Nickname: Don’t really have one tbh

Zodiac: Leo

Height: Roughly 6′ 2″

Last movie I saw: My Hero Academia: Two Heroes

Last thing I googled: "Metroid Prime 3 phazon progression” I was looking for the changes that happen to Samus physically as you progress in the game

Favorite Musician: Oof, I don’t really have any singular favorite, but a lot that I listen to.

Song Stuck In My Head: Metroid Prime 3: Corruption - Rundas’ Theme

Other blogs: I run @warframememes and have an art blog on standby for whenever I start drawing again

Do I get asks: Once every few blue moons

Blogs following: 142.. Might be time to clean that up a bit lol

Amount of sleep: Whenever I go to sleep, I’m up before 8 AM lol

Lucky number: *Shrugs* I don’t really feel any numbers bring luck or misfortune

What I’m wearing: Dark blue jeans and an old work shirt from Christmas 2018

Dream job: I want to be some part of the video game process, preferably level design, graphic design, or writing the story

Dream trip: I’m more of a stay at home kind of person, but honestly just being with @regina-de-testudines-est-vacca would make anywhere somewhere I’d want to be

Favorite food: Don’t really have a favorite, but I would probably murder someone for most fruits

Play any instrument: I used to play trumpet, but haven’t touched that in about 8 years now

Languages: Just English tbh, though I have picked up a little bit of Japanese from watching a ton of anime over the years

Favorite songs: Any time you ask me for my favorite of something, my answer will always be different. For now, I’m in the mood for any good Metroid music, but that’ll change in a couple days

Random fact: My brother once almost gave me a concussion when I was 5 or 6 years old because we were throwing snow at each other's boots and he picked up a big ol’ chunk of ice, which hit me in the back of the head. Got sent home from school early because the teacher noticed dried blood in my hair.

Describe yourself with aesthetics: How does one describe themselves with an aesthetic?

Tagging @skittles8059 @echollama @danibee76 @timor888 and @plaidsquid41030

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wishingforatypewriter · 6 years

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Hope you don't mind me dropping another request! But I feel like the way you write our favorite Soma and Erina express the way they care about each other is through their actions and not so much by words as corny as 'I love you's, do they ever say it to each other? If so, can we get a prompt them saying it for the first time? :D Thankies xx

Notes: Heyyyy! I’ve been meaning to respond to this request for a while now, but your last prompt kind of inspired me lol. It’s true that I don’t see them as the type of couple that would say those words often, but this is the scenario I came up with. Hope you like it!

It had been a tiny accident. Really.

Erina was fine—her Porsche, not so much—but she was fine. She had been driving back home after a dinner service at The Evening Star when hail the size of golf balls started falling from the sky. Then the driver behind her, in an eco-friendly but winter-averse smart car, skidded and rear-ended her.

She’d hit her head pretty damn hard against the dashboard upon impact, but no one was seriously hurt and she wasn’t going to press charges. Still, everyone involved had been hauled off to the emergency room because the medical bureaucracy was INTENSE.

Granted, it turned out that she did have a minor concussion. Emphasis on minor. But of course, as soon as the words accident and hospital were placed in the same sentence, people started to freak out.

The worst, naturally, had been Hisako, who would have abandoned her undergraduate students (and her next major publication) to fly fourteen hours from Boston and nurse her back to health if Hayama hadn’t stopped her. She really would have to write him a thank you note for all the Hisako meltdowns he had prevented over the years.

And then Alice, poor pregnant Alice with her brutal morning sickness, and grandfather with his heart condition, and Uncle Soe with his utter lack of chill had all been ready to get on the first flight from Denmark. And unlike Hisako, who was just worried, the Nakiri clan was also pissed. Her cousin and uncle spoke of lawsuits and jail time and general modern-day fire and brimstone, and she couldn’t tell if her growing headache had more to do with them or the actual concussion.

By the time Yukihira arrived at the hospital, she was tired and nauseous and ready for painkillers and her bed. As soon as he entered the room, she pressed mute and then handed the phone to him.

“Hisako is on one line, Alice and the family are on the other. I need you to do that charismatic thing you do and make them all stop talking.”

And so he did the charismatic thing and assuaged all their worries and assured them that he would take care of Erina and convinced them that no one needed to be sued.

And then after the calls were over, and no one was planning to fly to Tokyo, he had kissed Erina in that haven’t-seen-you-in-a-month way even though they were together just that morning. Afterwards, he held her for a long while, and Erina found it peculiar that his heart was beating so fast after he had just given two very convincing calm-the-fuck-down speeches.

She had just drawn a breath to call him on his hypocrisy when he half-whispered those words against the shell of her ear. “I love you, Nakiri. Just want to make sure you know that.”

Erina was glad he couldn’t see her face because it was probably redder than a maraschino cherry. She only nodded against his shoulder; of course she knew. She had known since before they opened Canvas, before they were even ‘together’—whatever that meant. It had been so self-evident that there was never a reason to say it directly.

But now he had, and she was still groping for the proper response like a fish washed up on a sandy shore when the doctor came back in to discharge her.

True to his word, Yukihira had taken care of her after the accident. He cooked exactly what she wanted and gave her back massages and responded to all her emails so she didn’t have to spend hours looking at a screen.

And while she appreciated being pampered as much as the next girl, maybe even a little more than the next girl, she couldn’t help but feel like something was off. Yukihira seemed kind of…manic? She didn’t know if manic was really the right word, but she was going to go with it.

He was always busying himself with one task or another—adjusting the thermostat by a single degree to make sure she wasn’t too hot or too cold, forwarding her Totsuki related work to Chef Doujima or Megumi, making sure there was a sufficient amount of dark chocolate in the fridge. And he was sleeping even less than usual and smoking on the balcony when he thought she wouldn’t notice.

Erina wondered, on one rare afternoon when she was left to her own devices—he still had restaurants to run, after all—if this had anything to with the ‘I love you’ thing.

Neither of them had mentioned it after he took her home from the hospital, but she technically didn’t give any response.

To her credit, Erina told him she loved him all the time, in her own way. In her language, “I love you” translated roughly to “Come the fuck to bed” and “That is not your problem” and “Peanut butter does not go on squid.”

Her “I love you” was also hours spent berating his staff for taking advantage of his kindness, and days spent tossing half-empty cartons of cigarettes down the garbage disposal, and years spent trying to work out some of her issues so she could become someone who even remotely deserved him.

She thought that she had made things painstakingly clear, but maybe he just needed to be sure. Erina honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had said those words to anyone other than Hisako, who had needed constant care and reassurance while revising her dissertation, but she supposed she would have to try.

She had been considering the possible merits of saying it in Russian to save face when Megumi arrived at the apartment bearing sweets and hugs and notes from the board meeting she missed the other day.

“Are you feeling any better, Nakiri-san?” the dark haired woman asked.

Erina nodded, biting into one of the macrons she made. “I’m alright,” she said. “Yukihira’s been acting pretty strange, though.”

As she weighed Megumi’s abnormally sharp emotional intelligence against the sting of asking for relationship advice from his ex-girlfriend, the tourism department head nodded solemnly.

“It makes sense that he would be, considering…”

Erina heaved a small sigh, fighting down wave after wave of irritation. Of course she would know exactly what was going on with him. This was why she never asked Megumi for advice. The brain injury must have really gotten to her.

“Considering what, Tadokoro-san?”

The other woman paused, probably shocked that Erina didn’t know the piece of Yukihira trivia that had just flown to the forefront of her mind.

“W-well, I just mean since Souma-kun’s mom died in a car crash it’s natural that he would have a bad reaction to something like that. I’m pretty sure it was around this time of year, too, so…”

So she had been wrong…again. And kind of self-centered…again. Was it any wonder at all why he never told her anything?

Erina rested her still slightly concussed head in her hands. This couldn’t go on any longer.

Erina had spent the next few hours contemplating how she should broach the subject. Assertive as she was in the world of gourmet food, she had never been particularly good with confrontation.

In fact, it fundamentally went against her nature to bring up something like this. But when he came home and started fussing over her again, looking like he hadn’t slept in days, she knew that she had to.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, leaning against the counter while he was making them dinner.

“That I’m making paella?”

She rolled her eyes. He really was an idiot. “No,” she said. “About why you’ve been acting so weird since the accident. About your mom.”

Souma looked pretty shocked for a moment, but then the pieces seemed to click in his mind. “Tadokoro did say she was gonna stop by.”

“She assumed I already knew, you know, because we’ve been together for over a year.”

“Look, Nakiri. I didn’t tell you because it’s not something you have to worry about. Just focus on fixing that head of yours.” As he said this, he ruffled her blonde tresses in a way that would usually make her laugh. Or pout. Probably both.

“That’s not how it works, Souma,” she said, her lilac eyes alight with defiance, with determination. “You can’t just try to solve all my problems all the time and then ask me to never worry about you.”

“Nakiri-”

“Look,” she said. “If something like this is bothering you, I want to be able to help you because that’s how it is when you love someone.” She closed her eyes for a moment, drawing in a deep breath. “And I do, you know…love you. Too.”

After this he kissed her, and she was somehow sure that they’d get it right eventually.

“So that’s all the emotion the world’s getting out of you for the year,” he joked.

“For the decade,” she corrected. But she was content to give all of it to him.

#sorina #soueri #shokugeki no soma #nakiri erina

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