#i am this close to giving up and be the lazy old hag

[sparklyeyedhimbo]

me: i'm going to send out applications today for also other jobs

my undiagnised performance anxiety: no you won't

[sie-rui]

❀ SISTER, SISTER | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 sano family ( + tokyo manji gang ) 💿 female reader, second pov (you/your), fluff and angst, hurt no comfort, family, implied soulmates, platonic relationship, tw: violence, tw: canonical character, tw: reader death, au - canon divergence, timeline: tenjiku, imagine 📅 july 24, 2021 🔗 masterlist ,, parts: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05

sano shinichiro’s best friend isn’t just his platonic soulmate, she’s also his younger sibling’s older sister.

Emma is crushing on Draken.

You should have seen this coming but you’re blind as fuck and Draken has to be as well if he can’t see how she felt for him. Emma wasn’t completely subtle in the glances she keeps on giving Draken despite the amount of people in the vicinity, her eyes just continue to linger on him.

Funny thing is, you look at Draken as Emma gets occupied with something Hina was saying, Draken was looking right at her as well.

You dramatically leaned on Chifuyu who startled at the sudden action, blushing red. “Young love,” you whimper pathetically as the boy tenses even more. “I really am getting too old for this.”

“Don’t say that, Y/n-san,” he laughs. “You’re still quite young, you know.”

“This is why you’re my favorite. If I said that to Keisuke, he would have called me an old hag no matter my age,” you snort, stretching your arms above your head as Toman continues fooling around on the lazy afternoon they share.

You stop, realizing your words and glancing at Chifuyu who had gotten a little gloomy at the mention of a single name.

Soulmates aren’t always lovers.

You have seen it on Chifuyu and Keisuke. The way Chifuyu trusted Keisuke so much even without him saying anything. The way Keisuke turned Chifuyu upside down and how Chifuyu changed because of him.

You had seen it on Mikey and Draken. The support and the way they always catch each other when they fall. Looking for each other and knowing each other better than they know themselves.

You have seen it on Yuzuha and Hakkai. The unconditional love the two had, having each other’s backs no matter what and having each other even if the world turned its back on them. Even if their own brother turned his back on them.

You have seen it on you and Shinichiro. Kindred souls. Soulmates.

And there isn’t only one. There could be even as many as five. Just like how Draken and Mikey are soulmates, Ken and Emma are as well.

You’ve seen it and it was proved to be true as Draken loses himself, standing in front of the corpse of his beloved, of his almost.

You close your eyes. Count one, two, and three, three, two, and one. Again and again, just repeating the numbers, just focusing on breathing because you fear that you’ll drown if you stop now.

Shinichiro, Keisuke, and now Emma?

Why do you have to lose so many people? So many souls that only deserved the world. The world that you wanted to give them no matter what. And yet- Still, again and again, they kept on slipping out of your grasp like falling water in a dark morning.

Takemichi was walking away after exchanging some words with Hina, smile strained but not hopeless, never hopeless—he wouldn’t be Takemichi if he had lost hope. The same Takemichi that reminded you so much of your soulmate, your one and only, your brother, your best friend, your partner, your other half. Sano Shinichiro.

You can’t lose him as well.

Giving the desolate Mikey one last glance, you turn and follow after Takemichi.

You can’t lose Takemichi. Mikey can’t lose Takemichi. It’s the least you could do.

You repeat those words as you stand in the middle of that battlefield, pulling Takemichi away before he could get knocked down by a member of Tenjiku. The Toman uniform still fits you perfectly as you hadn’t grown a single inch these past few years. The same uniform that Mitsuya jokingly made once upon a time.

You felt as if you were back in middle school. Getting into little nonsensical fights before being properly introduced to Black Dragons. Looking up to your senpai, Shinichiro, who later became your greatest friend and family. 

“Michi, go and get Kisaki,” you say, barely above a whisper, feeling so numb and not minding that someone had managed to punch you straight onto the face and that your nose was bleeding.

The blond gives you a look, wide blue eyes drowning in worry but you only push him away, away from Kurokawa Izana that was staring at you. Those violet eyes shine almost menacingly, an underlying recollection shimmering behind the loathe.

You could almost remember him.

Shinichiro’s suspicious actions, always disappearing on random days of the week to go to another part of Tokyo without telling any of you. The mention of another sibling though never confirmed. The smile he always wore when he came back home after having another one of his disappearing acts.

And his funeral.

At the very back, hidden behind the crowd and under the hood of a tree, was a young light blond with the brightest of violet eyes, twinkling with unshed tears. A glimpse from years ago and yet the memory remained fresh in your mind as if it was yesterday, as if the moment had lasted longer than simply a moment.

The same boy was standing in front of you.

“You’re Y/n huh…”

You give him a bitter smile, shoulders loosening despite the situation and the people fighting around you. Izana remained untouched by everyone while you consistently tipped here and there to avoid getting dragged into the fight that was swallowing everyone like a whirlpool. “Did Shin talk about me?”

He pursed his lips, his response coming into the form of a punch you could have barely dodged. Just from the look of it, you knew that you would get knocked out if that had met your skin.

To think that Tenjiku’s King had come down from his throne just to meet you. How honorable.

You gazed at those eyes again, still avoiding his hits. Blank. They were so blank. Almost lifeless, like a void. Almost like Mikey’s. Just like Mikey’s. And you were hit with regret and guilt. You were supposed to be there for him as well.

Shinichiro took care of Izana, that enough was obvious. But he took care of Mikey and Emma as well. You only watched over two of those people. You wondered with the clench of your heart, was Izana hoping that someone would be there for him just like how Shinichiro once was before his passing? Was he waiting for you?

He was your responsibility as well, to an extension. And you had disappointed him by not minding his existence, acting as if Shinichiro hadn’t dropped the million little clues.

His fist met the side of your face and you stumbled back, an explosion of pain and a cacophony of distorted sounds as your sight went black for a few seconds. You coughed, trying to catch your breath as he pulled back, leaning on his foot. You knew that it would have done more damage if he had kicked you instead, there was a clear difference in his upper and lower body strength.

The pain was new and yet familiar, from a time so long ago, more than a decade prior. On your fist were old scars, already light and fading.

I’m getting too old for this, you used to joke. What were you doing, fighting high schoolers? High schoolers larger than you, better than you. Children. Children that you should have protected. Your responsibility.

You opened your eyes and met his gaze head on, with a silent challenge and your arms raised in a defensive position you knew that you didn’t mean (you knew that wouldn’t last because you would have let him beat you up as consolation). Come at me.

Consolation. For not being there when you were supposed to be. When you were the only one left after Shinichiro. Even if you didn’t know each other, you knew Shinichiro and that was enough. If you could do it for Mikey and Emma, you could have done it for Izana as well.

Consolation. That was what you thought when you stood in front of Izana, saving not only him but his only friend, Kakucho, as well.

For Manjiro, for Izana, for Emma... for Shinichiro.

The Yokohama conflict ended with three losses. Sano Emma, Mikey’s younger sister. Y/n, Mikey’s older sister.. Kisaki Tetta, on the hand of Sano Manjiro and Kurokawa Izana themselves.

[yorumiraki]

“that’s just how it is”

jjk teachers x retired! reader

prologue

warning: jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers

[editing]

13 years ago

‘god, and to think he couldn’t get anymore worse’

y/n l/n. 19 years old. employed as a starting teacher at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, going on 2 years... and is currently watching one of her fellow students, gojo satoru, having... she doesn’t even know what to call it, an awakening? or maybe he’s just that much crazier after he was thought to be killed with a blow to the head. she was a bit surprised to see him standing behind her when she had went to confront toji fushiguro, his alleged killer, as well as the man who killed amanai, the star plasma vessel. he was clearly having what she could call one of his angsty episodes, spouting about how he’s the strongest and throwing in a little comment about how stupid it is protecting the weak here and there throughout his little rampage. gojo happily pranced around waving his arms around with a wide smile and wild look in his azure eyes“throughout the heavens and earth, i alone am the honored one.”

‘a-ah yes, there he goes again.... a bit of a god complex at the moment. i suppose i should stay out of the way. after all...

gojo continued to laugh and spout nonsense, drowning out her thoughts, making her frown in concern,

‘i would probably be the first to die here.’

she winced watching as blows were received and given from both him and the infamous sorcerer killer. in the midst of all this, she had somehow managed to doze off. ‘the star plasma vessel was killed... now what, wait another hundred or so years for another to be born? tengens spell will be even weaker then and-‘ she looked back up after another blast rang out and there was toji fushiguro standing in the smoke, a gaping hole on the side of his body. y/n watched the pain and regret flash through his eyes. he had clearly overestimated himself. him, against the six eyes? he had no chance.

she walked over slowly, her arms raised cautiously. only catching a quiet “...in 2 or 3 years my kid will get sold to the zenin clan. do whatever you want.” he craned his head towards her as he heard her footsteps, before his head slumped over. she put her arms down slowly as she moved closer, nodding over to gojo who stood there staring aimlessly at the man in front of him. his body was still standing. placing a finger on his neck, she felt no pulse. even in death, he didn’t wanna bow down to anyone.

her attention went from the cold feeling on tojis neck to the shuffling of gojo’s feet walking in the opposite direction. “wait, gojo-kun we need to....” he continued to walk away, and she sighed in defeat before making a phone call. ‘he never wants to listen to me anyway.... but what was that earlier?’ speaking to the caller on the other end, she orders for the confirmation of a clean up crew for damages and the body, hanging up after the request was approved. she looked at the body once more, before turning away to catch up with her student.

gojo rubbed his forehead after receiving a flick of your finger. you stood in front of your students, geto suguru, ieri shoko , and gojo satoru, nagging to gojo about not listening to you once more. it had been a year since the incident, and everything was continuing its slow pace back to normalcy.

“and that’s for walking away when i’m talking to you. i get that i’m not that much older than you kid, but at least learn to have some manners or at least like, i don’t know, some kind of restraint or respect when being talked to, especially by me. and no i don’t care that you are stronger than me because at the end of the day i’m your sensei, but please don’t-“

“yeah yeah don’t be like you we get it already, you lazy hag.”

“not WE. IM SPEAKING TO YOU GOJO... and just YOU.”

geto and shoko watched the reoccurring scene in front of them as they sat on cement stairs, stifling laughter from coming out as they watched y/n flick him again, an ‘ack’ slipping out of gojos mouth before he looked away with a pout.

“ now you three, get back to it... i’ll be laying over... i don’t know, i’ll be laying around somewhere but i’ll be watching you.” she said indecisively before glancing over to see shoko and suguru smile and nod, gojo still pouting before looking back towards you. his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, giving you a clear view of his eyes. you point to your own (e/c) eyes with your fingers, squinting before turning them and thrusting in the direction of a gojos, making it clear that you were watching them closely. in return, she earned an eye roll. the three blinked and once their eyes were open again, she was already gone.

y/n watched from the top of a tall building on the school grounds, her binoculars in her right hand as she laid her head in the palm of her left, laying flush against the roofing tiles. she had done as she said she would and laid, as she said before, “somewhere”, watching her students lazily through her binoculars. she smiled as she watched an eraser and pen being thrown at gojo, before freezing and being bounced away. ‘working on his technique i see, good.... soon he will be the strongest, no, he already is...’ she yawned before placing the binoculars down next to her. for a while now, more precisely a year, she has been watching gojo, her wariness and worry for him growing after the failed mission. amanai had clearly grown on the boys at the time, and it was a bit of a process to deal with them after she had gotten killed. she had remembered gojos words when they had returned, with amanai laying dead in his arms.

“should we kill these guys? if we do it.... i probably won’t feel a single-“

“stop gojo. there’s no meaning in doing that.”

“meaning... is that really necessary?”

y/n looked at him, not knowing what to say next before walking off in the direction they were going, suguru cutting in.

“it’s very important, especially for shamans...”

she noted that he had been very uneasy then and although he hasn’t fully recovered from it now, he was doing much better than before. but her new problem now, was geto suguru. he had been acting a bit strange as of lately, looking almost as if he was thinking over the same thing everyday in his head, being a little too absorbed in his thoughts. an attribute that was very unlike him. she sighed out loud before turning from her side and laying on her back and closing her eyes.

‘hope no one bothers-‘

“hime-sama.”

y/n opened her eyes, letting out a loud groan before snapping her head in front of her. there stood kana, her house attendant, staring down at her with dull eyes, hand over the other lightly in the front of her skirt.

“your family wishes to have you back now”

“....can’t you see i’m busy now. i’m working, now go...and stop calling me that already.”

“... i’m afraid i can’t don’t that hime-sama. well then, i will wait until the end of your shift, then i will bring you back-“

(y/n) stared at her blankly, not listening to anything she was saying before sitting up while shuffling away from her, bringing her binoculars up to her eyes to continue watching her students

‘....those two....goddamn hags.’

“....and what did we say about having sluggish posture (y/n). you’re not gonna be able to find a suitor if you’re gonna act... like some man or something, have some elegance for once. don’t think we are just gonna watch you do whatever you want while....”

(y/n) was currently sat down with her parents, them going on a rant again about her “unwomanly” way of doing things. anything.

she sighed in relief once her mother finished, her father giving her an unreadable look.

this is the (l/n) clan. full of hot headed men who only cared about themselves and power, while the women only cared about submitting to them and having children in order to keep the line going. stiff, strict and bland. that’s how it was. if you weren’t strong, you were useless. if you couldn’t bear children, you were disposed of. the second option being something she didn’t plan on doing in the future. she became a jujutsu sorcerer and a teacher soon after she graduated. she had expected her parents to be furious but surprisingly, they were quite satisfied,

“at least you’ll be useful to the clan.”

she clenched her teeth at the memory as she walked through the halls of the large manor, the moon shining down through the shoji windows. she had planned to go to sleep right after that nice little “meeting” with her parents. she couldn’t stand it, how goddamn stupid the clan was, thinking that they were advancing and getting better throughout time but in truth, they were holding themselves back, committing to the old ways, rules rules rules and more rules. the ground had rumbled quietly but (y/n) ignored it, brows furrowing in annoyance before turning the corner, approaching the door to her room. she notices kana standing beside her door, almost as if she was on guard. she scoffed before ignoring her and putting her hand on the door, beginning to slide it open when she suddenly heard strange noises echoing through the hallway. she stopped and listened, her eyes looking up to kana in question. she only blinked back with wide eyes, giving clear signs of bewilderment.

she grabbed kana’s wrist before making her way back towards her parents room where the sounds came from. they both moved together slowly as soon as they were outside of the door. (y/n)‘s eyes widened, hearing the distressed noises of her mother and naturally on instinct, opened the door immediately… only to be met with the sight of her mother’s shaking erratically on the bed, her father laying face down on the ground.

“(l/n) sama!”

kana had immediately sprinted towards your mother only to be stopped and smashed through the wall to the hallway by an invisible hand. (y/n) stood still, looking back at kana in shock before putting her hands at the ready as she looked around in the room, making her way around the bed before shaking her mother’s arm. no response, but she’s still shaking. “stay calm shit, what the fu-”

“there you are”

she turned around in surprise, only to be grabbed by the neck by a hand with long black nails, threatening to pierce into her neck.

“ahh it’s definitely you. you look JUST like them.”

she choked a grunt while staring at them, panic slowly taking over. it was a curse clearly, but it seemed to be intelligent, a mass of energy emitting from their cloak. ‘a special grade….’ they had a cape on, the sleeves long and loose, a hood covering their face. she couldn’t identify them. she grit her teeth at the hold on her throat. ‘s-strong’

“now as revenge to that pathetic old man on the ground there, you’re going —————. and i will ————, with nobody knowing hehehe. i ————- will be taking over now.”

(y/n) looks at the hooded figure with a confused look, unable to hear what they had been saying.“what- what did you say… get off me, who are you?!?! why are you here, let go!”

she breathed heavily as she wringles in his hold, punching and kicking at them, but they were quick to act, placing two fingers upon her forehead. her movement paused, and eyes widened as she felt energy surging through her, so much she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. she fought to resist the feeling of sleep, using her curse energy to attempt to overpower them but to no avail, as her captor pressed his fingers into her forehead even harder. unable to resist the strong feeling, her consciousness slowly slipped away and anything after that, a blank space.

“so you don’t remember anything…”

“...no.”

“nothing... nothing at all? come on.”

it had been like this for the last two weeks. staff of the school questioning her over and over again, only to get “no”s and “i don’t remember”s from her. she had been informed that the clan was dead. she really couldn’t remember anything. she could tell there was something different about her body, she just didn’t know what. and what happened before she was found passed out on the ground? was it actually her that did that? sure she hated her family and wanted to cut ties with them as soon as she could, but did she actually kill them? she hated this, not knowing things, especially about herself. is there something she doesn’t know? she shook her head, looking back up at the principal. kana was still alive, only managing to get away with a broken shoulder and was standing behind (y/n), a stoic look on her face.

“i already told you, i don’t remember anything…”

he looked at her before rubbing his head, contemplating what to do. kana had looked over at (y/n) to see her staring at her shaking hands. she reached over to tend to her before stopping herself and shook her head before straightening back up. ‘hime-sama...’

“(l/n), i need you to listen to me carefully. you have to....”

she looked up at him with her tired eyes, taking in everything he was saying. what had happened to her body. what was inside her. he was giving her a deal. with a certain condition. after listening to the suggestion in its entirety, her head slowly turned back up, a solemn look on her face. she reluctantly made a choice.

“...alright, fine then.”

prologue ... part i

i feel like this is bad i don’t know. a bit vague at the end i know, but i’m not gonna give everything away in the prologue hehe. i didn’t lie about the 2 chapters but i figured i should make a prologue so that’s what i did tonight. i also forgot to say i did end up changing some things.

[katsukikitten]

In which you find yourself fake dating Bakugou to appease his mother. Thank @bakugotrashpanda​ that I even write. Comment your thoughts below or if you’re shy leave me an ask! AGED UP/PRO HERO AU, and dolls there are currently no warnings.   Part on is HERE

Anger fuels your actions as you withdraw a knife, face twisted into a feral snarl as you close the distance between you and your not so lucky boss. He matches your disgusted features, closing faster than you can to keep your knife from finding purchase between his third and fourth ribs. He corners you out of sight, the woman who was attending to you turns away with a blush. Truly thinking the two of you were having an intimate moment when it was anything but.

"This joke isn't fucking funny." You growl struggling to keep your voice low as his vice grip on your biceps becomes harsher. 

"It's not a fucking joke." He hisses, before one of his hands runs through his hair. A sign of stress you noticed for the ash blonde, while the other hand sets blunt nails into your skin. You blow air through your nose as if you were a steaming dragon waiting for him to explain. 

"My mom won't leave me the hell alone about a girlfriend. Like I fucking have time for one." He starts and you break away from his grip.  

"Then we just pretend." A huff while he shakes his head. 

"But we have to make it look good. She will expect PDA, and a lot of it." You laugh at his statement while he looks away. 

"Please as if Dynamight is touchy feely." You tease making hand motions as you let your fingers play against his clothed muscles. He gives you a pointed look, something odd shines deeply in those dark eyes. Something like hurt, your smile falters for a moment as you watch him peek over a guarded wall. 

"Growing up I was. And still am with people I...know well. Plus she's already seen me in a serious relationship." 

"Then why aren't you bringing her?" The venom escapes you faster than you can stop it. Regret blooms in your stomach as you watch his guard blow sky high, burning sugar fills the air. His glare pure anger as he bites out 

"She only loved me for my Pro-hero money." 

He turns away from you to collect himself, angry that he's still angry over a bitch that should be long forgotten. Still your tongue was sharper than any knife on your thick yet fit body. He sighs, trying to let the tension free from his shoulders before he reluctantly offers you his large, ungloved hand. 

The thought of your bare palm touching his sends your stomach into a summersault before he grabs onto your hand himself, even interlacing your fingers. 

It had been years since you held someone's hand, let alone been close enough to smell them. A cold sweat prickles over your skin before he speaks. 

"Let's make this shit look good." 

With that he pulls you out of the store, setting off rhythmic short blasts so nothing but blinding light can be caught on film. Some camera's lose their lenses thanks to your sly hands as you shove them deep in Bakugou's jacket that he insisted you'd wear over your cute outfit. That his mom would take it more seriously that you wore his clothes that he might have offered to you. 

Your hand feels warm in Bakugou's as he guides the two of you down the street, eyeing jewelry through glass windows here and there. He tries to keep his focus on the way to the bakery instead of how small your hand is in his.

"So is there something special about tonight's dinner? Any sort of occasion?" You prompt, anything to avoid the squeezing in your heart. 

"It's her birthday today." He says nonchalantly as your anxiety skyrockets. 

"Birthday?! Baku-" 

"Katsuki." He cuts you off, sending you a glare, "It has to be Katsuki or some dumb pet name from now on, Princess."

You point daggers as you glare up at him, his slightly messy hair dances in the wind as his faded sides do anything to protect him from the biting cold. You think to offer him his jacket back, it felt three sizes too big. 

"Look, Katsuki a birthday dinner is a big fucking deal. She'll think we are serious." The two of you stop just before the bakery, he let's go of your hand to open the door for you, a habit he's picked up from Kirishima. You step inside the warmth and let the smell of mouth watering sweets over take your senses. The smell fights with the smokey sweet scent that rolls off of Bakugou as he crowds closer to you due to the busy cafe.

"Good. She needs to think we are. Before you say anything else it's one dinner. She won't remember by Christmas." He snarls, pressing his hand into your lower back to gently push you forward in line. Suddenly someone behind the counter waves to catch your attention. 

"Ah Dyna-" The clerk clears his throat before he causes a frenzy, most people already too timid of Bakugou to approach him, having you the tough as nails hero by his side makes him seem even deadlier. 

"Bakugou-sama. I just finished the decorations for the order. Would you like to approve it?" 

"Yea yea." He says cooly, eyes glancing over his usual cup of an iced americano, he taps the lid and the Barista gives him her full attention. Lashes batting as she practically squirms with pleasure beneath his weighted gaze, you fight to keep the disgust off your face. How could anyone fawn over this wet blanket?

"I need a toasted white mocha iced coffee with sweet cream." His voice is smooth and she begins to get to work even without his please but you're caught too off guard to scold him.  How did he know your coffee order? 

You always went to get the coffee with Kirishima and only then for an excuse to get out of the office and away from a pig headed blonde. 

"Trying something new?" She asks as she sets it down, her number clearly written on this cup as well. You keep your face blank as she ignores you. 

"Maybe." He says giving her little eye contact as the owner pushes her away to show off the cake.  He removes the lid of the box and before it is all the way off a genuine, although small, smile forms on his face as he stares at the beautiful array of flowers in icing. Another surprise that his face can go so soft before it changes in an instant. His normal cocky smile returning as he removes his wallet and over pays for it all. 

"This is too…" But the owner is cut off by a nasty vermillion glare before he passes you your coffee grabbing for his own and the bag. 

"See ya round." Is all he offers before slipping out of the ringing door. Stunned into silence you drink your delicious drink as you two make your way back to his car. 

"It's cold enough that the icing won't get fucked up. Are you cold? I want to get that hag one more thing. Not sure what though." He says gently placing the cake into the floorboard of the back seat. 

"Well for starters I'm sure she'd love it if you stopped calling her a hag. That's rude, dickface." You say finishing your coffee, body singing from the much needed energy. He rolls his eyes at your comment, grabbing for your trash as he tosses his empty cup as well. 

"Yea well, she pisses me off." He grunts, eyes shifting for cameras before letting his hand slide down your forearm to your hand. You jolt from the touch but absentmindedly lean into his warmth. 

"Mmhmm." You affirm with a bit of an attitude. He sneers down at you as the two of you actively look for anything that screams Bakugou Mitsuki. 

Although you aren't so sure you know what that would be. Your mind wanders to what his family is like as his molten eyes rove over window shops and glare at passer byers. Anyone with their phone out and aimed at him gets an especially intimidating look. 

"Do we have a background to our fake relationship?" You ask, curiosity bubbling through your bloodstream carried by caffeine. 

"Kinda explains itself doesn't it?" He prompts, "We work together a lot. She's heard your name before." 

"Oh." Is all you can say, would his mom ask for details? Well it wouldn't be too hard to believe that she would want the story most likely from you, hoping you'll gush over the details any other man would skimp. A sigh leaves your lips before your eyes catch an odd glint in the light, ahead of you two is a small woman beneath a parasol as if the lazy winter sun threatened the day. Your eyes blow wide as she turns, heart racing in your chest as you see the black kimono and fox mask slightly askew. 

Quickly you grab onto Bakugou's black dress shirt, backing yourself up against a brick wall, guiding him with you. 

"What are you doing?" He hisses as your brain panics, he sees a rare twinge of fear in your eyes. Setting him in high alert, his skin crackles as he tries to summon his quirk. 

"It's just...I think I saw my ex and I'm not ready to see him yet." A lie, a bold face lie as you fight the screaming need in your blood. To withdraw a knife, to send it through that bitch's third eye chakra. 

But if you did, then everyone would know. 

Bakugou would know. 

You gulp down the instinct. 

"Where?" He growls leaning closer to you to block your face. The busy crowd overlaps the petite woman in black before it parts again leaving you with an uneasy pit in your stomach. 

"I-" You catch your breath, smoothing his dress shirt as your eyes are fixated to the spot, "I guess I only thought I saw him." 

Your voice threatens to crack and in the three years the two of you have worked closely together, he has never seen you like this. Worried, disheveled almost. He leans in close, leveling himself to you as he stares into your eyes. 

"Did he…?" His eyes linger over your scars for a second, unknowingly and for the first time, Bakugou makes you feel weak. Your eyes screw into a nasty sneer before you give him a light shove. 

"No." You hiss, wanting to cross your arms but after what looked like a kiss, you gently relax your face, grabbing for his hand as you pull him along.  Suddenly tired of the easy stroll and knowing exactly what to get his mother.  

"A watch? Not a bad idea." He says as the two of you look over the case. 

"No, too old fashioned. Your mom would like this." A smile forms on your lips as your finger taps the glass case over a silver bracelet. In your head you've seen four different ways to take the bracelet without alarm or notice until it was much too late. Instead you flag someone down. 

"Do you all still inscribe in house?" You ask, earning a nod from the attendant, "Perfect. Now Ba- Katsuki you just have to think of something nice to say." 

He glares down at the bracelet for a long time before he writes something down on the form. After an hour the man returns asking Bakugou to confirm the writing after a nod and a few minutes the hot head is passed a delicate white bag. 

Time blurs together as your eyes search the crowd for a haunting fox mask while Bakugou guides the two of you to the car. Shutting the passenger door behind you and only then do you let out a heavy sigh of relief. 

The drive isn't long before Bakugou pulls up in front of a nice two story townhome, parking his black sports car.

"Get out." He states, slipping out of the car himself only to wait impatiently by your door. 

"This is turning into a lot more than half a day." 

"Make it through this dinner and I'll make it worth your while." He snarls, picking up the gift and cake before heading to the front door. He slides in his old key and opens the door to his childhood home expecting you to follow him in. Tentatively you do, slipping off your shoes much slower than him as he rushes to the kitchen. Your heart rushes in your ears banging against your ribcage as your mind races. You had never been in a home so nice before, well not invited anyway. You always had to resort to climbing through windows or picking the lock to reveal the shiny contents of inside. 

Was this what it was like to grow up in a home?

Your third thought only after mentally logging the windows and doors, listing the valuables in descending order. Your eyes wander over the pictures on the foyer table, you smirk to yourself as you see a tiny Bakugou with what must be his mother and Father. They are all laughing and for a moment your heart hurts as you think of your sister shivering under a piss covered blanket.

"Oi! Come here." Bakugou calls from somewhere within the house, you pass the stairs and small hall into the dining room with tatami doors that open into the kitchen. 

"Sit." He orders, pointing to the low dining room table. 

"I'm not a dog, I'm your 'date' Asshole." You snarl, "What are you doing anyway?" 

"What's it fucking look like? I'm cooking! Ma will be home by the time I'm done. Get comfortable, bitch face." 

"Wow what a great pet name." You hiss, collapsing into the pillows with a sigh, part of you wished this was a kotatsu so you could take a nap. Instead you stare at the ceiling mind wandering as the smell of something good floats through the house. You think of how warm the home feels compared to the blistering wind that whips outside, reminding you that maybe you should fix your hair before meeting his parents. 

"Bathroom?" You whine, still unmoving on the floor. The hot head sticks half his body over the threshold to stare down at you. His glare speaks a thousand words. 

"Yea yea hands to myself I got it." 

"Upstairs, to the right."

"Got it boss!" You fake salute from the floor before rising. Taking the stairs quickly, fully intending to take a right but the door at the top of the stairs is slightly open. A faint smell of caramel tickles your nose as you near closer. Peering inside you see what had to be Bakugou's childhood bedroom, seemingly untouched. Bed made, All might and singed villains hang from the walls, some long forgotten laundry in a basket and a bookshelf filled with a variety books. 

His room was bigger than your current studio apartment and all you can do is sigh. And wonder. Trying not to feel jealous over the nice life he clearly had growing up while you were kept in a dark room to "strengthen your mind" for days at a time. Still it's not as if it were Bakugou's fault, he was just lucky. And you wouldn't wish your childhood on anyone. 

Not even Bakugou. 

Your record mentioned your thefts but never your much darker past. And how could they? It had been drilled into you how to clean up after yourself.

Habit forces your hand for something, anything as you snatch a small keychain of Allmight and shove it into your jeans pocket. 

"You lost?" Bakugou yells through the quiet home. 

"No, a woman takes her time!" You shout back slamming the door. Staring into your reflection as you wish for the night to end. 

It doesn't end as quickly as you'd like but it goes by at a decent pace. Introductions come easy and Mitsuki smiles brightly at you which feels like a good sign. Dinner goes by smoothly, the food delicious as you even help yourself to seconds. 

Surprisingly the Bakugous are easy to talk to, it felt as if you'd always know his parents. Laughing over shared stories and even listening intently to their work and fashion. 

"So what did you think?" Mitsuki asks as Katsuki goes to clear the table. You try to stand to help only for his broad hand to land on your shoulder, forcing you back into a seated position. You straighten your back. 

"Ah dinner was delicious. I didn't know Katsuki-kun could cook so well." You smile as her face begins to sour. Uh oh.  

"KATSUKI ARE YOU NOT FEEDING HER? HOW HAS SHE NOT HAD YOUR FOOD NOT ONCE? YOU JERK YOU BETTER NOT BE SOME ASSHOLE THAT MAKES THE WOMAN COOK!" 

"LISTEN YOU HA-!" He stops himself and glances at you causing you to quickly intervene. 

"Oh Bakugou-san…" 

"Mitsuki-san." She inturrpts, suddenly level headed as she looks to you. 

"Mitsuki-san, Katsuki and I have only been dating officially for a month. We haven't had the chance for a home cooked meal yet." You lie with a sweet worried smile that Mitsuki buys. 

"I see, so what is it that you like about my bullish son?"  

Nothing, is what you want to say, looking at him to buy you time as you think. Slowly the words come to you. You think of how he knew your coffee order, how angry he looked on your behalf when he thought the person who carved you up was someone you once loved. 

"Underneath all that brutish attitude is a really nice guy. He can be kind and caring. He is heroic despite his mouth." He looks as surprised as his mother when you speak before she smiles. Bakugou keeps his eyes trained on you as he returns from the kitchen with the cake and gift. 

"Here." Bakugou sets the small gift box in front of his mom, who tears into it immediately. She smiles looking down at the bracelet as she turns it to see the inscription inside. Her eyes water as Masaru smiles reading the words aloud. 

"Family first." He rubs Mitsuki's back as she quickly wipes away a stray tear. 

"I think it's time for the photo album." 

"NO!" 

"YES!" She slams the old book down, flanking your other side to look over the pages with you.  Awkwardly you offer a smile as Katsuki groans beside you. 

"Mooooom!"

"Hush ungrateful brat! It's my birthday!" Mitsuki says as if it's final, Katsuki grumbles in defeat. 

She pours over the pictures, pointing out things here and there, after a while you begin to smile. Relishing over the fact you're probably the only person who's seen their boss' embarrassing baby pictures. 

"I should blow these the fuck up!" Bakugou growls, reaching for the album. You grab onto his poppin hand to stop him. 

"No, you're so lucky you have these…" Fuck, you're about to make things super awkward, there will be a dreaded question and no matter how many times you answer it, even if it is a lie, it hurts. Feeling as though an icy hand cradles your heart as it beats, fingers becoming an uncomfortable vice. 

"Why? Did something happen to your photos?" The pity in Mitsuki's voice digs beneath your skin, you sigh. 

"They were lost to a fire." An easier lie to the actual truth. Honestly you weren't even sure if you had ever been photographed before. 

Maybe just your mug shots. 

Still you couldn't stomach the thought of telling Mitsuki that you didn't know whether your parents died tragically or if they left you and your sister to die in the streets. 

After a moment Mitsuki presses her hand to your back, a brief rub before she presses into your shoulder blade, as if you remind you she was there. 

"Well, you always have family here dear." She smiles softly, your heart flutters. The Bakugous, even if it was supposed to be pretend, felt like family to you.

"Thank you." You smile back as Mitsuki allows you to flip the page. Your smile forms into a smirk as you see a smaller version of your hot headed boss standing next to a boy with curly emerald hair. 

"You and Izuku used to be good friends huh?" You tease, "What happened?" 

Bakugou doesn't react as you expect him too, he is not raging and cursing instead his face is calm, open. 

"Pride got in the way." His words somber, "But Deku's over it." 

A small silence falls over the room from Katsuki's honesty, Mitsuki glances at her husband who gives a small nod. Still you stare at the ash blonde who starts to crowd you, something odd sitting on his face. 

"Are you?" The question falls from your plush lips. Bakugou grits his teeth

"Turn the fucking page." And you do, the next picture his graduating glass and you are elated, excited to see your newfound friends in their youth. 

"Eijoru-kun! Gods look at his hair. It was so short then! Look at how close you guys are!" 

The next hour is shared over cake and memories. It feels good to be "family" if only for the night. 

"It is getting late Mitsuki dear." Masaru says softly, pulling a sigh from his wife. She stands and everyone follows. She gives hugs out by the door, squeezing you especially tight. 

"Oh Katsuki! The two of you should have Christmas dinner here, we are having fried chicken!" Mitsuki exclaims, immediately Bakugou shuts it down giving you a look as if you gave her the idea  

"No! We havta work." He shrugs his shoulders, holding out his jacket for you to slip into. Slowly you slip your arms in as you watch disappointment wash over Mitsuki's features. 

Don't say it, don't say it don't say it. 

You ignore the voice in your head and say it anyway. 

"Actually, Eijirou forced us off Christmas remember? Since we've worked so many in a row." Bakugou bristles, obviously agitated as he roughly places the jacket on your shoulders, resting his hot hands there. 

"Come on we didn't have any plans right?" 

A part of you does it for the money, another part of you does it out of loneliness.

He glares at you, squeezing you so hard you're sure it'd be bruised. 

"Fine." He bites out while Mitsuki grabs at his ear. 

"Don't act as if we are a chore!" She taps her bracelet, "Family first!" 

"Family first." He growls and you're learning this is what they say instead of 'I love you'. He tries to guide you out to the car but his mother grabs his sleeve. 

"It'll be just a moment dear." She smiles at you, Bakugou goes into his pants pockets for the keys for you but you are already dangling them with a devilish smirk. His eyes harden as you turn to give him your back. Hand smoothly removing the old All Might keychain to attach it to his keys. A part of you will wonder if he will notice. 

Meanwhile Mitsuki gives Bakugou a deadly look before an even deadlier hug. 

"I really like her." She pulls away allowing Bakugou to step outside, "Don't fuck this up." 

[todourouki]

Misery Business | K. Bakugou

a one shot

✰ SUMMARY the one where you didn’t mean to take the hothead away from his girlfriend, but you did anyway. It was nothing personal, you just knew that Bakugou Katsuki deserved way better than what he was settling for.

PAIRING Taken/Pro-Hero!Bakugou & Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT 4.6K

WARNINGS explicit language, mentions of cheating, cheating lol, suggestive language, angst, and some fluff at the end bc I cannot end my fics in a bad way I am weak sorry!

You were not a home wrecker.

At least, you wouldn’t say that to your own face.

You knew that the crush you had on Bakugou was wrong. You know that no matter how it is that you put it, or however strong your feelings are, or even however long you’ve even had feelings— liking a guy in a relationship was a huge no-no.

You weren’t the kind of girl to go around liking a girl’s boyfriend, though. It’s not like your feelings magically appeared out of thin air and now you’re stuck falling inlove with a guy that finds solitude in someone else— no, you aren’t like that.

Your feelings for Bakugou are much more complex, to say the least.

It all started in high school, when just the mere thought of the boy brought butterflies to your stomach with how strong and courageous he was. From his attractive face, to his blunt and explosive personality, you always found yourself admiring him when given the chance.

All of that went to shit when he decided to finally give one of the girls that were always fawning over him a chance during the beginning of your third year attending Yuuei Academy.

It was like you had gotten punched in the face, and now it feels like you’re just purposely getting stabbing in the heart every time you did as much as look at them.

That definitely explains why you’re sulking at your table during a school dance with a scowl on your face so you don’t have to see the happy couple waltz around the cafeteria floor.

All the top Pro-Heroes were assigned to attend the dance as academy alumni in order to ensure the safety of the students (as well as make sure students even decided to show up). You, being one of the top five heroes, were ordered to show up with no complaints.

The song currently playing finally changed from a low-tempo song to a much higher one, and with that, you decided to make that your imaginary queue to take a walk around the school’s building before returning to the large decorated area.

Your heel-clad feet dragged you all the way across the gymnasium, sending kids smiles if they were in your way and simply telling them that you were “getting some fresh air before the real fun starts.”

The doors slammed shut, and the solitude of the hallways engulfed in dark hues reflected against your strained eyes in a way that made you have to physically restrain your hand from harshly rubbing at it in order to make sure your make up stood intact.

The halls reminded you of a younger you (and by younger, you mean two years. you’re only 20 and already have the mind of some old hag) that used to run through these halls with a mini little green skirt and an imagination you wish you could still understand.

They also reminded you of the blond boy inside. Especially the room you stood in front of right now.

Almost as if it was second nature, your body made its way to Class 1-A: the place where it all began, the place where you met your closest friends, and the place where you fell inlove.

Opening the door, the lights turned on to reveal a classroom almost identical to the one you walked into every day four years ago. The desks were positioned the same, the posters remained in the same spot, and even the words on the chalkboard seemed oddly familiar.

The room reeked of new paint and textbook papers, and the only thing you really wanted to smell was the designer perfume clinging helplessly to your body so the odors of a high school class don’t even think twice about sticking to you.

Your body walked towards your old desk, Seat 12, the dress you wore clinging to your body as you pulled the chair out and nostalgically sat down. You were a first year all over again, and the thought made you laugh.

You looked embarrassing your first year— as embarrassing as someone who looks like you now can get. From the hideously overheated hair, to the emo phase you still seemed to sort of be stuck in, the world seemed too easy no matter what bullshit was going on the minute you sat down at that desk.

That explained how you felt now— no matter how much your heart yearned to be in the hands of Bakugou, the minute the cold sturdiness of the chair touched your warm body, all of that disappeared. For once, nothing in the world mattered. More precisely, Bakugou didn’t matter.

“Tch, I knew you’d be in here.” Annnddd there goes that.

Your eyes widened, now staring at a smirking blond wearing a black and white tux instead of the chalkboard you once zoned out on.

His arms were crossed against his muscular chest, and the muscles outlined the button up shirt in a way that should just be downright illegal. His face was gleaming with mischief, slowly walking his way over to the empty desk directly next to yours, taking a seat, and positioning his body in a lazy manner with his legs propped up against the table. Just like before.

“You know, this brings back a lot of shitty memories.” He grunted, stretching his arms behind his head and lolling his head to face you.

You nodded in response, glancing your head up to look at the lights in a way to move the gears in your brain to say something. Literally the same thing you used to do during Midnight’s long, tedious classes.

“Yea, a bunch of ones I’d much rather forget.” You said, looking over at him and watching as his eyes stared directly at the window you always found him staring out of when he wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone in class.

“Always hearing your annoying ass mumble and suck your teeth used to really piss me off.” His words were masked with seriousness, trying to hide the playful smirk on his lips you identified much too quickly. With that, a scoff left your lips and you crossed your arms.

“Nobody said anything about the pencil you insisted on tapping for hours straight.” Your jab back made him chuckle, looking back at you with vermillion eyes that made you lose all sense of feelings.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you always forgot what it was like to look at anything before you looked into his eyes. That’s how scary it was— how intimidating it was to be under his presence. His eyes captured you, holding you hostage and probably never letting you go.

“At least we didn’t sit next to each other during our third year,” he began, placing a hand loosely around his tie as he continued to look at you in your eyes, “I don’t think I would have ever focused with the humming you did to the same damn song every day.”

“Yeah, instead of me though, you ended up sitting with your future wife.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID.

It was like word vomit, the snarky tone slipping through your lips as if it was trying its hardest to come off in a jokingly manner, only ending up appearing as sarcastic as possible. It was like the words fell from your tongue quicker than you could punch your own esophagus.

Bakugou stood quiet for a moment, staring at you and knitting his eyebrows together as if deep in thought. Your eyes ended up leading you back to the words Relief Fund written messily against the green chalkboard to save your embarrassment.

You didn’t see the frown itching across Bakugou’s lips.

“We aren’t married, ya know. I don’t know why people decided to start that rumor.” He said, a sigh passing by his lips to quiet his tone as if he was scared his girlfriend was around to hear it.

“Might as well marry her. You’re not really the kind of guy that dates just to date.” Your words struck hesitantly in the room in a timid yet informative voice, and Bakugou watched the board as well so that you were both avoiding each other’s gaze.

“Yeah well I’m not sure, marriage is a big deal.” Bakugou was muttering, and the tone of his voice made you crane your neck over to where he was seated as you stood quiet.

What were you, someone who was basically inlove with him, supposed to say that?

You both stood in silence for a few seconds, the words in your throat itching to escape as the remnants of memories you both had both in class and just together in general filled your vision.

“I always hated this seat because I knew it meant that I would always be the person you would argue with.” You began, closing your eyes and releasing a strained scoff from your glossed lips.

You didn’t know what you were doing, or what you were talking about, but as the moon danced across the pale boy’s face and the music in the cafeteria continued to gently ring through the halls, the only thing you were thinking about doing was speaking more than you ever have.

“Morning after morning, I grew used to your loud voice and extremely hostile—” “HAH? I was NOT—”

You sent him a glare, immediately cutting him off and proceeding your weird speech that just couldn’t let anything go.

“Anyways, morning after morning, I ended up looking forward to the words you decided to call me and yell at me about for the day. It’s like, if it didn’t happen,” your arms moved in an animated way, catching Katsuki’s full attention as he looked on to your rant, “I felt like my day wasn’t really an actual day, ya know?

The one thing you loved appreciated most about Bakugou was his ability to listen. And when you say listen, you mean just listen. His ears were perked up in your direction, shoes turned towards you and eyes watching your movements like a hawk.

“And then—” you gulped, pausing for a second in order to think your words though. It was always now or never to you, the drama giving you a sense of hope against a man like that.

It’s either I bring it up now, or I never get to speak my peace, and I refuse to be one of those people showing up to the wedding yelling ‘I oppose.’

“And then it was here that I realized I was the biggest idiot alive by feeling the way I felt about this one person.” You said, eyes glaring at the wall in front of you blankly as you cowered behind the whisps of your lashes.

Bakugou said nothing, but from the corner of you eye, you could see him staring at the side of your face with an expression you had never really see on him.

“I spent years pining after some dumbass that didn’t even see the genuine interest I had in him.” Your words were like alcohol, and Bakugou was too busy drinking them all in to fully acknowledge what you were talking about.

“I watched him give in to this one girl though,” a lightbulb when off in the boy’s head and for once, he felt like the idiot in the room, “a girl that doesn’t even care for him.”

“Y/N..” Bakugou growled, almost as if he was threatening you and warning you to tread on light waters.

If there was one thing he ever respected about you though, it was that you were never scared of him.

Your eyes snapped towards him, a scowl on your face as you began to feel anger bubbling up in your stomach from the way he tried to shut you up. You were finally speaking your peace and he’s too much of a coward to let you finish?

“You know, I thought the first red flag of her trying to change his attitude was enough. I thought that maybe, just maybe, after her telling him that being number one hero wasn’t really tangible, he’d have some common fucking sense and see what everyone else sees.” Your words were like venom, your eyes not leaving his as you huffed in your seat.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Bakugou’s voice was low and angry, laced with anger as he stared at you just as intensely as you stared at him. Your expression never faltered, and instead, you turned your entire body around in the chair to fully face him with arms across your chest.

“I know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about,” you taunted, your anger only rising in value, “and so the fuck do you, Bakugou.”

“You know she doesn’t give a fuck about you and you know very fucking well she’s only with you because you’re Bakugou Katsuki!”

His name slipping off your tongue brought shivers to his spine as he sat up in his seat and glared at you with the tip of his ears painting themselves a light red hue.

He was angry— not necessarily at you, but at the fact that he was getting called out for something like this. He was getting called out for finally being with a girl and was getting shit for it from someone he saw as a best friend.

“You don’t know shit— you don’t even fucking know her.” His voice began to get louder, the bass in his voice causing your heart to vibrate as you shocked both you and him by slamming a hand against the desk in frustration.

“For God’s sake, Katsuki open your fucking eyes!” You only used his first name when your emotions were high, and that made the man’s hands shake in anger as he watched your outburst.

“She forgot your anniversary! She doesn’t make you your favorite food— fuck she doesn’t even kiss you unless there’s a shitty camera around!” You stood up, stomping your feet and watching as he stood up quickly after you and scowled over at your angry face.

“She doesn’t care enough to remember shit that you don’t like which is why you always end up at stupid shit like this and she doesn’t even care to meet your friends!” Your voice was now loud, the music of the cafeteria being long forgotten as you huffed over at him and slammed a finger into his chest at every syllable you spoke.

“You want to know what I think about her, Bakugou? Bestfriend to bestfriend?” The words bestfriend seethed through your lips like venom as your finger dug itself into the middle of his pecks. He said nothing, waiting for you to continue as his hands balled into fists along his sides.

“I think that you’re such a fucking pussy, you can’t fathom being with someone who doesn’t worship the ground you walk on the way she does.” You growled, narrowing your eyes at his angry expression as you took a step closer to him threateningly.

“I think you hate the fact that I’m right— the fact that she blatantly uses you and doesn’t give a fuck about you, and you hate the fact that I know you so well enough to know that—”

Before the last few letters of the words could slip through your lips, a warm hand slammed against your fingers and snatched it into his grasp as he began to huff in anger. The caramel smell only increased, and you could sense his quirk begin to flare the abnormal heat in his hands up every second.

“You don’t know shit,” he growled, his voice raising as he began to yell at you in your face, “you don’t know shit about me!”

“Are you shitting me?!” You exclaimed, grabbing at the hand that grasped yours with a grip so tight Bakugou had to glance at it quickly before reverting his eyes back to yours.

“I’ve known every little fucking thing about you since we were fifteen!” You yelled, tears threatening to spill down your eyes as the anger inside you finally erupted in a way you couldn’t control.

“Nobody asked you to be so invested in my fucking life anyway!” He retaliated, his voice booming through the room as you stared at him incredulously.

“I was so fucking invested in you because I’m fucking inlove with you, you idiot!”

Your voice silenced the room, the grip he had on your hand tightening as he stared at you with shocked eyes yet the same familiar scowl you were used to. Your expression never faltered the way his eyes did when he heard you, though. You stood your ground.

“It’s so annoying seeing the guy you are inlove with be so unhappy in a relationship because he feels as if he has no one else.” Your voice began to quiet down, a tear slipping down your eye as Bakugou watched you with a slightly softened face.

The hand gripping yours loosened a bit, still gripping it to his chest as he wrapped all his fingers around your bracelet covered wrist.

“It’s so annoying watching you try to force someone else to fall inlove with you, when I’ve been inlove with you for free for years. It hurts watching you try to force yourself to be inlove with a girl you know you don’t want to be with. It just fucking hurts Bakugou, so fucking bad.”

There was a crack in your voice that Bakugou knew all too well from the restless nights you’d spend together, and it didn’t take much for him to engulf your frame into a tight hug as he rested his head against yours. You dived into his chest, the familiar warmth wrapping around you in a way that made a few more tears slip from your eyes. You didn’t make a noise, but he knew that you were hurting.

Neither of you said anything, only holding each other until you removed yourself from him and wiped the tears off your face before he could see the evident streams marking your cheeks. He stared at you silently, as if he was contemplating something.

With timid eyes, he watched you fix the straps of your dress to find something to play with under his gaze. The silence was deafening, and was an unusual characteristic for the boy who always had something to say.

“You know she hates me, that’s why you never bring her around me.” You said, a tone of blankness carrying your voice through the room as your tears dried up and was replaced by the anger haunting your heart once again.

“No she doesn’t, she just feels like we’re too close.” Bakugou retorted, sighing and taking a seat on the chair he once occupied. You followed suit, leaning against the back of your own seat as you faced his body.

“Back in high school, I never told you this, but her and I argued in the bathroom once.” You informed, dryly chuckling as you watched his face contort with confusion.

“I told her that her pretty little face and fucked up manipulation wasn’t going to keep you around in the long run.” You stood quiet after letting him know, gulping some saliva down as you averted your gaze from his body to your painted nails. “Guess I was wrong.”

Bakugou didn’t know what to do. There were many things the man was capable of: he could destroy any villain in his way, was braver than any other fucking half assed hero out there, was smart as fuck, and could manage a relationship as well as being a top pro-hero because that’s just who he was.

What he couldn’t do, though, was fully digest the situation in front of him.

He bit his lip, running a hand across his face in frustration and staring meekly at your face. You couldn’t help but admire his frame as you did before. He was strong, well-built, smelled good, had great posture— there was nothing wrong with him. It was almost surreal.

“We’ve been dating for like two years.” Bakugou’s low voice broke the silence as he stared deep into your now glazed over eyes. You didn’t break the contact, hands rested against each side of the seat as you watched him speak.

“I’ve been dating her for two years and yet...” His words were lost, almost sounding as if he was hesitating the very same way you were earlier. You said nothing though, knowing he would stop expressing himself if you had opened your mouth.

“And yet I can’t help but imagine she was someone else.”

It was like every word he said was the last glass of water, and you drank it up against your skin in a way that brought goosebumps to his. You furrowed your eyebrows, silently signaling for him to continue.

“I never told you this,” he mocked your voice, his scowl still resting against his soft face, “but there was a time where I thought about what it would be like if we were a shitty thing.”

Everyone always assumed Bakugou and you would end up together. Whether it be from watching you both pin are each other relentlessly, to watching you fawn over him, and from just watching your interactions with one another— it almost seemed destined for you two to work out. Keyword: almost.

“Shitty Hair and Dunce-Face tell me all the fucking time that I’m an idiot for choosing this girl over you.” He scoffed, and you couldn’t help but feel your stomach tingle at the use of the name ‘this girl’ for his own girlfriend. “It’s not like I wanted to, you were always my first option.”

You stood quiet. The last sentence was lower than the others and sounded way more vulnerable. You couldn’t help but gape at him, repeating it in your brain as if they was the last words you’d ever hear again. You were always my first option.

Maybe it was the buzz you felt from the energy within the room, maybe you were drunk on adrenaline, or maybe you were just being a fucking dumbass, but the way your feet moved you from your seat to the desk he was sitting at was something you just couldn’t stop in time.

Bakugou hasn’t said anything beyond what he just finished as he watched you gently push his body away and hop up onto the desk. Your body was now inches away from his as you watched him shyly. You were always so obnoxiously close to him, so why is it that his stomach was throwing fireballs at his insides now?

“You deserve better, Katsu..” You lowly began, fiddling with the rings on your fingers as you glanced over at his body through your dark eyelashes. “Does she take care of you?”

Your words hit him in the chest and he couldn’t find it within himself to look away from you. He wasn’t sure what it was, or how you were doing it, but he was entranced by your every word and it was scaring the shit out of him. He found himself shaking his head, eyes never leaving yours as the scowl in his face began to soften.

“You’re a strong man, Katsu,” the way his nickname slipped from your lips nearly made him melt, the unfamiliar feelings he was so used to suppressing caused his head to jumble around and process your words, “you need someone who takes care of you the right way.”

You watched him, a hand lifting towards his head and running itself through his soft yet spikey hair. Bakugou always claimed he hated it when you played with his hair since that was something he thought no one was close enough to be able to touch, but he always seemed to lean into you unknowingly.

His chair scooted closer to the table, your legs now in between his lazily opened ones and his body aching to go closer into your touch.

“What are you suggesting?” His dark voice questioned, eyes staring at you as the once softened expression transformed into another of a slowly rising mischievous smirk. You were sure you were breathing earlier, but now? Not so much.

“Are you suggesting that I need someone else to take care of me?” His words hit you hard, your body facing whiplash from all the sudden changes of emotion.

You looked down shyly, trying to find the confidence you once had that was now lost in the gush of your flustered moment, yet Bakugou’s calloused, warm hand then reached up to your chin to perk it up to face his now standing body.

“Are you saying that you should be the one taking care of me?” He asked, staring at your eyes with more intensity than you were fully even prepared for. Your eyes dug into his as the feeling of his hands on your chin caused your brain to short circuit for a moment.

“You said it yourself, I’m a strong man.” You could feel the confidence drip from his words as you bit your left cheek to keep from whimpering at the intensity laced within the empty classroom. “I need someone to take care of me the right way, and I don’t think this girl is doing it Y/N.”

The use of your name caused you to tug your bottom lip between your teeth and blush behind his words. You didn’t miss the way his eyes quickly zipped from your eyes to your mouth, and back to your eyes once again. His body was now towering over your seated one, looking down at you as if you were the only person in the world at this moment.

Bakugou was out of it, to say the least. Usually he felt as if he had control over situations like this, but even with towering over your frame and his hand gripping your chin, he felt as if you were in complete control of the situation. He knew that his current girlfriend was probably coming to look for him, and he knew that everything was inevitable and he was simply just prolonging it.

That didn’t stop him from sliding his hand across your neck to grip the back of it and pull your face in towards him.

A kiss was the last thing you were expecting, and you would have gasped if his lips weren’t putting you in such a trance. It was like everything had stopped, time stopped, the dance stopped, everything was just on a hiatus.

His tongue danced against yours in a way that made you whimper lowly into his touch. His hands explored your body, rubbing against you in exasperated motions as you reciprocated by rubbing your hands across his chest, shoulders, and waist. It was like you were both doing the last thing you’d do before the world came to an end.

His lips moved feverishly across your own as tilted your head upwards to get a more comfortable position. A warm yet equally rough hand snaked it’s way back onto your neck and gripped your throat with such possession, you felt a tingle reach your lower half.

The intensity of the make out was one that put every other sound to shame as the room was filled with nothing but the small whimpers coming from either of you and the sound of your lips smacking against his. It was like a dream, and Bakugou couldn’t control himself any longer as he groaned into your touch.

It wasn’t until a gasp broke the seductive silence within the room, as well as pushed the two of you apart only to see his girlfriend staring at the two of you with wide eyes and a fizzy drink in both of her hands., that you realized something.

Shit just got really fucking complicated.

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I wanna have an angsty kiss moment with bakugou

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[tellatennie]

Bakugou x Soulmate!Reader

Hi! This is my first Tumblr post! Not my first time writing but it wont be as awesome as everyone else on Tumblr but I hope you like it! Im still figuring some mechanics of Tumblr out first so let me know if I mess any technical stuff up :)

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SOULMATE AU: Reflecting in the mirrors is the appearance of your soulmate 

(Y/N): age thirteen

”mommmm can you come here for a minute?” I call out of the open bathroom door. I’m freaking out. I looked in the mirror one second and it was fine then the next moment it’s reflecting a boy with spiky ash colored hair and not me. 

“Yes sweetheart?” My mom said walking next to me. “Who's....that” I say; pointing at the mirror. She smiles at me.

”Is it not you?” I shake my head. “Then that’s your soulmate” I look up at her. “My... soul..mate?”  She crouches down to meet my very short height. 

“You see, everyone has someone that’s perfect for them. Someone that you can be best friends with and hopefully marry” She stands up and looks in the mirror. “Everyone that has a soulmate sees that person in the mirror instead of themselves. I see your father, and your father sees me.” I make an o shaped mouth and nod. 

“So my soulmate sees me in their mirror?” I ask. She nods. I glance back to the mirror and leave the bathroom. 

Meanwhile, about a 30 minute drive away (No POV) 

”What the HELL” A young boy yells. 

“Language!” His mom screams. “WHY THE HELL IS THERE A PERSON IN MY MIRROR” He heard his mom stomp up the stairs. “What are you blabbering about?” She glared at him from the doorway. 

“There’s a fucking person in the mirror” He deadpans to his mother. She squeals and runs over and hugs him. “Wha- GET OFF ME YOU OLD HAG” She smiles at him and smacks him upside the head. “That’s your soulmate!”

”..my whAT?” She explains to him the details of having a soulmate without yelling more than 3 times. (Sorry, I'm lazy) The boy somewhat glares at the mirror as his mom leaves.

”Stupid fuckin system makin that extra my “soulmate”” he mumbles to himself while walking away.

BRRRINNGGG BRRRINNGG (Your POV)

I groan and hit my alarm clock. Today was the first day of school at U.A and I did not want to get out of bed. I slumped the top of my body and slowly slid off my bed onto the floor (we have all done that) I get dressed into my uniform and walk into my bathroom. I stare at the ‘reflection’ of the once young boy that turned into a handsome young man that you call your soulmate. I figured he was about the same age as me but I could always be wrong. My mom has to do my hair every morning due to me not being able to see myself anymore other than pictures. 

After she did my hair I bid her farewell and walk out the door, excited for what the first day of school will bring.

I stare at the somewhat H shaped building. My jacket hood pulled over my head, I walk into the school and search for my classroom. I made a few friends during the entrance exam, like Kirishima, Mina, and Ochaco. So at least I knew I would have friends.

I walk into my designated classroom and immediately get tackled by Mina. 

“(Y/N)!” I let out a laugh and pat her back to get off me.

”Hey Mina, can’t breathe” She got off of me and backed up whilst I stood up. I eye around the room and spot the people I saw at the exams. My gaze falls on a blonde guy sitting with Kirishima and a yellow haired boy. I remove my gaze and look for my seat but Im FrEaKiN oUt DuDeS. 

Oh right next to him that’s great 

Why am I freaking out? You probably guessed (*cough* since this is a cheesy oneshot*) . It’s the same exact boy I have seen in my mirror for the past 2 and a half years. I sit down at my seat and try not to look too much in that direction. Hoping the crimson eyes I constantly had stared into, didn’t land on me. 

“Oh! Hey (Y/N)! Nice to see you got in this class too!” 

God damn it Kirishima

I turn my head to him and smile “Hey Eijiro! Nice to see you too” He stands from his sitting position off the desk. 

“This is Denki Kaminari” He pointed at the yellow haired boy “And this is Katsuki Bakugou” He leaned in slightly and whispered “Be careful around him, he’s a hot head” The blonde boy shot up. 

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY SHITTY HAIR?” The boy glanced at me and then back to Kirishima. I see him do a double-take at me and blink slightly. He quickly regains his *terrible* posture and crosses his arms and glares daggers at Kirishima.

"This is (Y/N) (L/N) by the way" He added, acting like he didn't just get screamed at. I smile slightly and wave. I feel someone hug me from behind and put their hands over my eyes. "Guess who" a very high and obviously fake voice came from behind me. I think for a second; the only person I know that would need to make their voice higher other than Kirishima would be....

"zuku!" He huffs and removes his hands and I turn around to stand up and hug him. Me and Izuku have known each other for a while, my dad is his moms brother, making us cousins. So him and I would hang out often. Just as I was about to start a conversation with him our teacher Aizawa appeared from practically nowhere and told us to take our seats.

I got a weird feeling that someone was watching me about halfway through the lesson, figuring it to be Izuku I glance at him only to find his head stuck in his notebook writing down what Aizawa said. I looked around the classroom before giving up and looking down at my desk. I still feel watched and out of the corner of my eye I see Katsuki Bakugou staring directly at me. I make eye contact with him and hold it for about 3 seconds before snapping my eyes to my notes. I see him move his head to his notebook to start writing his notes.

When class lets out for the day I organize and pack all my things together in my bag and stand up to leave when I notice a note on my desk; neatly folded into quarters. I look around the classroom and just now notice I'm the only person left in the room. I pick up the note and open it, reading it out loud. 

"Meet me at the (Random Park Name: R/P/N) at five" I glanced at the clock that reads 3:45. Giving me plenty of time to go home, have a snack, get dressed and go. I don't know why I'm going, I just feel like I need to. 

I walk out of my house holding the note in my hand. I walk to (R/P/N) and stand outside the entrance. I walk in and sit on one of the benches and scroll on my phone. I feel someone sit next to me but I pay them no attention. I could tell it was a guy but I didn't want to seem weird or something. He cleared his throat expectantly. I look up at him to meet the gaze of Bakugou. I feel my cheeks heat up slightly and look down at my hand holding the note. 

"Um. Hi. I'm assuming you gave me the note then? Is there something you need?" I raise my head to look at him. He scoffs, "We both know we're soulmates so don't act fuckin stupid like those other idiots." He snaps. 

"Alright fine. Yes we're soulmates. Why did you want to talk to me" I said, trying to act super chill about it. "Because I wanted to get to know you dumbass"

For someone as hot as you, you seem really dumb 

"I could say the same thing to you gorgeous" I snap my head to him to see his eyebrows raised and him smirking. My face flushed, did I say that out loud?

Timeeeeskipppp

Me and Bakugou walked together for about 3 hours after that, just telling each other about ourselves. I learned that he is really sweet-hearted but he doesn't want people to know that so he made me swear not to say anything about it. Somehow our hands got linked together and we were sitting in a patch of dandelions on a large hill looking down at the city. 

"You know I've dreamed about meeting someone as pretty as you the day you appeared in my mirror" He commented, glancing over at me. He was really good at complimenting, I've lost count of how many times he's made me blush tonight.

I leaned my head on his shoulder and asked "does this mean we're a thing now?" He let out a soft laugh and put his hand under my chin and lifting me head up. He closed the gap between us. I couldn't help but notice how soft his lips were. I leaned into the kiss, deepening it as he cupped my face. When we broke apart he rested his forehead onto mine and smiled softly at me. 

"Of course we're a thing dumbass"

AHhh I'm bad at writing romantic scenes I'm sorry xD

[were-all-going-to-hell-goodbye]

Hi I love your headcannons and I was wondering if you could write the dekubowl reaction to Izuku coming out as trans? Like he wants to be a girl instead of a boy, but you can do it the other way if you like?

(If I put anything insulting or inaccurate PLEASE tell me, and/or correct me!!!!!)

Class 1-AHHHHH group chat

Dadzawa’s Fav: Um @.dekubowl, hey guys, can you meet me in my room? I have something to tell you.

ASSido: OH, Izuku you’re back!

Dadzawa’s Fav: Yeah, I’m back, could you guys come to my room, please?

Iida: Does it have to do with why you and Aizawa-sensei were gone all day? Are you okay?

TAPE ME UP: I bet if we could just go to Izu’s room, we’ll know

Iida: Right, we’ll be up there, post haste!

 Shinso was the first one there, which was surprising since he walks like he has nowhere to be and is prepared to fall to the floor asleep at any moment. He got to Izuku closed door and kinda just stood there, staring at it. His hands are still in his pockets and his face is completely blank. Eventually, everyone else gets to Izuku’s room, staring at Shinso, staring at Izuku’s door. It only takes a moment for someone to speak up

 “What the fuck are you doing just standing around?”

 Shinso doesn’t move for a second, like no one said anything, and then slowly turns his head to face Bakugou.

 “I don’t feel like opening the door.”

 No one had ever seen Bakugou lose his shit faster.

 “Get the fuck out of my way, you fucking zombie!”

 “I don’t feel like moving.”

 “Tch, lazy fucker.”

 Of course, Bakugou being the bastard he is to everyone but Denki and Izuku, opened the door and then proceeded to shove the shit out of Shinso, sending him tumbling face first into the carpet, his hands still in his pockets.

 “Oh gosh, Shinso! Are you okay?”

 With a sigh, Shinso let himself be pulled up by Izuku’s freakish strength.

 “Yeah, Green Bean, I’m fi-.”

 Shinso cut himself off with a choked gasp when he looked up, and saw, not his smol beefy boyfriend, but a smol muscular and beautiful girl standing in front of him in a dress. A very short dress

“Shin-Shinso-kun. Are you okay, did you hit your head??!”

 The girl pressed close to feel his forehead, and yep, those are not fake.

“SHINSO-KUN!”

 Shinso passed out.

 “Deku….”

 The girl whipped her head up and met fiery eyes.

 “Ah, Kacchan! You didn’t have to push him!”

 “Deku…?”

 “Yes?”

 It took her a moment to realize what Bakugou was asking, and she shrunk into herself.

 “Oh…yeah. Can you let the other’s in? I’ll put Shinso on the bed.”

 She didn’t think she’s ever seen Bakugou speechless, or that obedient.  

 As she got Shinso onto her bed, Denki walked in, made eye contact with her, and immediately tripped over his own feet before walking to a corner and knocking his head against it repeatedly. He was the only one she told of her decision, so she knew he had his support, so it was just up to the reactions of everyone else.

Sero was the second to walk in, and he stared at her a moment before covering his face with his hands and sitting on the floor. Then came Shoji who simply smiled at her with one of his extra mouths, and Tokoyami and Dark Shadow, who nodded and waved enthusiastically, respectively.  After them came Momo and Mina, the later of which looked her up and down before winking, while the other blushed and peeked at her through her hair. 

Kirishima just stood there and stared and Bakugou steered him out of the doorway, and judging by his shaking form, she figured he would be joining Sero on the floor soon. Next came in Todoroki, who lit on fire once he caught her eyes and registered the differences. Iida finally came in, fussing at Todoroki for catching fire inside the dorm building before he also saw her and accidently chopped Kirishima on top of his head, causing his legs to finally give out on him.

 After a moment in which everyone, including Shinso who woke up not too long after Todoroki caught fire, was comfortable. She took a deep breath.

 “So, uh, as you can tell, I went through some changes today. Um, I have always liked really feminine stuff and dresses and the like, and Dadzawa helped me discover I…. I didn’t want to be a boy. I’ve always felt like my body didn’t fit me and, I guess, it felt like I wasn’t meant to be born like that? Ugh, I’m rambling, what I’m trying to say is…. I am a girl now. I don’t want to be a boy anymore. I don’t think I can be a boy anymore. So… so if you’re o-okay with this and you still want to… to be with me. My n-name is Izumi Midoriya and my pronouns are she/her.”

 No sooner had she finished speaking, Denki ran up and hugged her.

 Izumi squealed in surprise before clinging to him.

 Lifting his head, he looked towards the others before smirking and saying, “Are you guys going to join in, or am I going to have the most beautiful girl in the school all to myself?”

 “Izumi, damn it! You should have been told me! You know how many dresses the old hag has in storage when she wanted me to be a girl??!”

 Izumi giggled wetly.

 “Oh, I don’t think auntie and I have to same sense of style, Kacchan,” She smiled at him again, before turning to the others as well, “Hugs?”

 Everyone rushed her, although Kirishima and Sero had to help each other up. They hugged in the middle of her room for a bit, before breaking apart when Mina commented on her dress.

 Iida looked it over, and then did a double take when he noticed the length of it.

 “Izumi! That is way too short!”

 She blushed and tugged down the hem down a bit.

 “Uh, yeah, when me and Dadzawa bought this, we didn’t account for, ah, these.” She gestured and all the guys looked before tearing their eyes away immediately, once they realized where they were looking.

 Iida, whose back was to her, nodded and stuttered through his response.

 “Ah, okay…. ANYWAY, it’s getting late and it’s improper to be in a girl room this late we should go, goodnight, bye, I love you.”

 Izumi could barely get out her replay before he dashed from her room.

“Huh, I think that’s the fastest I’ve ever seen him run without using his quirk.”

[annes-andromeda]

Ragnarök: Asgard’s Twilight

Chapter 6: Planet Sakaar

N/: Sorry for not posting a new chapter, I’ve been busy with school and overall being lazy😅But here ya go.

The Bifrost lit up as Skurge looked to the portal. It opened to reveal Hela walking with a natural grace to her. He had expected Thor to walk out, but instead, he saw the figure of a thousand Asgardian children’s nightmares.

Hela exhaled the familiar atmosphere. No longer was her outfit ripped, for it was now magically fixed and looked almost brand new. She looked to the man in front of her, who stared at her silently.

“Odin’s beard...” Skurge muttered under his breath

The woman in front of him chuckled and shook her head “I’m afraid he won’t be here to listen to your prayers any longer”

Skurge lifted the staff in his hand and pointed it defensively at Hela “What are you talking about? What have you done?”

It seemed that Hela ignored him, sashaying towards and then away from him. She looked over the bridge and took in the sight of Asgard. The golden castle glistened in the sunlight, it’s shine almost blinding Hela.

“Hmm, now that I think about it” She began, turning back to Skurge “I may need some assistance in reclaiming my throne. What say you to getting a new job?”

The staff in Skurge’s hand lowered as his brows furrowed “If I accept,” He contemplated “Will you tell me your purpose here?”

Hela mockingly bowed “But of course. What kind of Queen would I be to lie to my own subjects?”

A wicked smiled was on her lips, as she motioned for Skurge to come with her. Once she took her first step upon the rainbow bridge, Hela felt all the power surging within her. With the Odin force at her disposable, the goddess of death was going to claim her throne.

Thor felt like he was falling forever. In his peripheral view, he could see what looked to be giant hills. His body crashed into one of them, spinning and turning as he landed on the ground. Thor grunts in pain, getting up on his feet.

He surveyed the atmosphere around him, unfamiliar and strange. Piles of trash covered the beach, almost never ending. Thor walked atop the junk and looked to the distance, where a colored city and ships flew in the sky stood.

Great. He was in the middle of nowhere and now his...sister, was on her way to Asgard. Thor still couldn’t process this information. Everything seemed to be falling apart in seconds, not giving him any time to breath. He wanted nothing more than to scream at his father, the void, the wall. Just anything.

Before he could think any further, however, a strange noise caught his attention. Thor turned back and was startled to see odd creatures with masks running towards him. He braced himself as they surrounded him.

“Food or fighter?” One of them asked, who appeared to be the leader of this gang

“What?” Thor questioned

A blaster was then pointed directly at his face as the scrappers got closer “Food. Or. Fighter”

Thor glared at the lead scrapper “Neither” he answered

The scrapper turned to his colleges “Take him to the Vixen for evaluation. See what the Grandmaster wants with his new toy”

He was about to speak, but then, Thor felt a burning pain on the back of his neck. Unbeknownst to him, one of the scrappers has placed a disk on his neck, which caused the veins in his body to tightened and have a purple hue, all the while his skin burned. Thor hissed and groaned in pain, getting down to his knees.

The scrappers took advantage of this and captured the god of thunder with a net. Dragging him to their ship, Thor fought back, but was beaten with sticks and clubs. His head banged on the ship’s floor hard, adding onto the pain of his aching body. He could hear the ship starting up and lifting off.

Carefully, Thor scooted over to the part of the floor that was glass. He tried observing the ground below, but could only see more junk and buildings that were beyond an eyesore. Once he looked up, however, he spotted a tall tower which the ship was heading towards.

Once the ship landed, Thor was once again dragged and pushed against his will. One of the scrappers had hold of his wrists, which Thor tried to fight from the restraint.

Suddenly, he was once again brought to his knees as the scrappers stopped. When he looked up, Thor could see another native to this strange place. She appeared to be wearing a blue mask that hid her face, alongside a cloak that draped over her shoulders, and black leather.

“Got a little something for ya, Vixen” The lead scrapper said. Thor looked to the woman apparently named The Vixen “Figured the boss would appreciate a new toy since he’s done nothing but complain about his old ones”

She bent down and let out a ‘hmmm” noise as her hand grabbed Thor’s chin. He felt her tug at the hairs of his beard, practically forcing him to look up even more and strain his neck. Thor pursed his lips at the woman, not saying a word.

The Vixen tilted her head and then looked to the scrappers “Where did you find him?” She asked the leader

“Along the beach in one of the trash piles” he answered in a rough voice ”Figured you’d know what to do with him considering how well the Grandmaster takes your gifts”

Thor grunted as he pulled away from The Vixen’s grasp “Whoever you people are, there’s no time for this!” he argued “Release me at once!” One of the scrappers turned on the disk stuck to his neck and he groans in pain.

He could hear the creatures laughing at him, but The Vixen promptly hushed them “My, he’s quite resilient, isn’t he? Most people would faint by the time the first shock hits their veins. The Grandmaster will be quite happy with this one”

With that, Thor was forcefully brought to his feet and dragged away from The Vixen, who stared at him intently. Thor was never good at reading expressions, always focusing on actions than faces. So despite being apparently a new prisoner, The Vixen was...oddly tame with him.

She then turned away from him, which caused him to do the same. He was put into a chair and his fists were restrained. The lead scrapper lifted up the fob that powered the obedience disk, waving it in front of Thor as if waving a stick in front of a dog. Then, he pressed the button and didn’t let go. Thor screamed agonizingly loud, every vein in his body like fire.

When it was over, he felt his body grow weak, his eyes fluttering until they were shut and his body going limp.

“Some of you might know who I am” Hela spoke. She stood in front of a crowd of Asgardians, with guards between them pointing their spears at her “Your mothers may have told you of me within stories, or perhaps your fathers told you. It doesn’t matter. I’ve been spoken of all within the Nine Realms”

Hela continued “I am Hela, the goddess and mistress of death” The gasps that erupted from the crowd almost pleased her “Queen of Niffleheim, Lady of Helheim, and rightful heir to the throne of Asgard”

As she looked into the crowd, she could see two men walking towards her, their glances clearly antagonistic. Volstagg and Fandral stood in front of the crowd and looked at Hela.

“What do you mean ‘rightful heir?” Volstagg questioned “What have you done with Thor and the All-Father?”

Hela could only roll her eyes, the situation seemly a joke to her “Of course he never told you. Even after my banishment that fraud still tells lies in my stead” she sighed “Odin has told you false truths. The Mighty Thor was never the heir to the throne, nor Odin’s firstborn. I am”

The crowd could be heard gasping and muttering to one another. Hela took it as a mere sign of astonishment, the good kind that made it feel as if you were like no other “I have returned to reclaim what is rightfully mine. All I ask is one thing: join me, and as your queen, I shall restore our seat of ultimate power within the Universe”

“And what of Odin?” Fandral could be heard saying, Hela looking down to glare at him “What about the All-Father whom you claim to share relations with?”

Moving her hands over her head, Hela summoned her headdress “Odin...is dead” she said bluntly, no remorse in her voice or demeanor as the crowd quavered in shock. But Hela only lifted her chin with pride “As punishment for his lies and his arrogance, he was executed under the blade of his own kin. And as his firstborn, it is in my right to take the throne”

With a wave of her hand, her blade was in her hand “So, I suggest....you stand down” Hela said, eyes shooting bullets at the Warriors. Fandral gave Hela a challenging look, while Volstagg held onto his arm, pulling away.

Volstagg leaned into Fandral’s ear “We need to tell Heimdall” he whispered, low enough for only both of them to hear. They moved through the crowd, away from Hela.

Once they were out of view, Hela put away her blade. She took a deep breath and smiled, looking over to Skurge.

“Now then” she said “Why don’t we go and see my throne?”

Thor slowly opened his eyes. He tried moving his wrists, but they were restrained alongside the rest of his body. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked around him. There were people in strange, bright clothes talking to each other and holding drinks in their hands.

In front of him, was a man sitting in a chair wearing colorful fashion as well. He also held a glass in his hand, drinking from it as he eyed Thor closely. Next to him was a woman with white face paint holding a staff.

“Well” The man began ”It looks like my new toy is finally up” he looked over to his body guard “Isn’t he amazing? Vixen always finds me the best play things, doesn’t she Topaz?”

Topaz had a stern expression on her face “Just so she can go and be some booze hag...” she muttered

The man swatted at her arm playfully “Hey, it’s well pay. We don’t discriminate here. If Vixy wants to invite some nice guests to her condo and get tanked up, then it’s fine so long as she does her job”

“Excuse me!” Thor barked “Who are you and what is this place?”

A small ‘oh’ and a chuckle came from the mans lips “Where are my manners?” He laughed, getting up from his chair and bowing mockingly before Thor “En Dwi Gast. Most of the universe calls me the Grandmaster. Since my creation, I’ve been looking for volunteers to entertain my guests. And thanks to my lovely assistant, she has granted me the chance to show my audience a new spectacle”

Thor furrowed his eyebrows, but before he could say anything, Topaz interrupted him “Perhaps we could put him in the brothel. He looks like he could put on a show”

The Grandmaster shook his head “No, no, I think there’s more than enough pastries in the bakery to go around”

“Why not put him in the mines to help the slaves”

An ‘ah,ah,ah’ came out of the Grandmasters lips “Don’t say that word, it’s too explicit”

Topaz sighed “Sorry. Why not put him in the mines to help the prisoners with jobs”

“Much better” The Grandmaster smiled

Thor groaned as he pulled at his restraints “You will not sell me like some worn down cattle! Release me from this chair so that I may return to-“ He was then silenced as the obedience disk turned on and burned into his body. The Grandmaster was shushing him, his finger pressed to his lips.

Putting his hand under his chin and looking up to the ceiling in a thinking manner, the Grandmaster thought for a moment. His eyes lit up “I know how we can settle this. Why don’t we have our new guest decide where the Golden Lion will make his due”

The god turned his head and his eyes widened. Walking towards him was Loki, wearing clothing that was certainly not Asgardian. Thor tried not to show any emotion, but all he wanted to do was break free from the chair.

“So” said the Grandmaster “What should we do with this specimen, huh...uh, what was your name, again?” He muttered to himself “Luke-Luke, right?”

Of course Loki wouldn’t use his actual name. He was smarter than that.

“Yes” Loki answered bluntly “If it’s any consolation, I believe the Golden Lion should not be placed in the brothel nor in the mines. He would be wasted in them. Perhaps you could display him in a different manner to your audience, one that would best suite his stature. Or if not, then perhaps you could simply place him in the cells and let the caretakers have at him”

Thor could only gape at his brother. Did he want him to get killed?!

“Hmm...” The Grandmaster thought “Oh, I know! Let’s have him in the Contest of Champions against my contenders!”

Both Thor and Loki’s eyes widened. They looked at one another and then back at the Grandmaster in a whim. The Grandmaster seemed to be waiting for Loki to respond. Thor furrowed his eyebrows, as if having a conversation with his brother in his head.

Loki regained some composure and straightened his back “Very well then. Let’s see him fight”

The face Thor made would’ve made Loki laugh in any other situation, but all he did to react was lightly shrug his shoulders and scrunch his nose at him.

“Alright” The Grandmaster said, clasping his hands “I’ll inform the caretakers of their new addition and we’ll prepare him for tonights show!” And like that, he left with Topaz by his side.

A sigh of relief escaped both of the brothers lips. Loki stood in front of Thor, careful not to let the Grandmaster notice them “Are you alright?” Asked Loki

Thor scoffed “Does it look like I’m alright? What is this place? How come that bastard doesn’t have you in a chair?”

“This is Sakaar” Loki answered “It’s practically a wasteland created for the Grandmasters twisted games. No one knows how old he truly is, but he’s infamous for using people like pawns on a chessboard. He also supplies in slaves and hosts contests so his ‘contenders’ can all beat each other to death”

“Sick old squib, sounds like it” Thor interrupted “But why am I in a chair and not you?”

“I managed to gain the Grandmasters favor. All you have to is play along so he doesn’t see you as conspicuous”

“Where’s Jane?” Thor asked, worriedly “I thought she would’ve been with you”

Loki shook his head “I haven’t seen Jane since Hela threw her out the Bifrost”

That alone made Thor tense up. Unlike him and Loki would could handle more than any average person, Jane was mortal. A blow like that could’ve harmed her, let alone killed her. Norns above, don’t let that be a possibility.

“I’m sure she’s alright” Loki said “If it’s any consolation, perhaps Heimdall has seen her. Foster survived the Aether, brother, I’m certain she can survive the Bifrost”

Thor was going to say something else, but was stopped by some strange alien creatures who shoved Loki away. Thor’s chair was slid across the floor and he was taken away from his brothers vicinity. Loki tilted his head, almost shaking it as a way to tell Thor ‘Don’t fight, just blend in’.

Despite his desperation to break free from his restraints, Thor knew it wouldn’t make the situation any better. He’d just get shocked by the disk again and pass out. He looked back to Loki, who gave him one last look before he turned away, grabbing a drink so as to blend in to the sea of people.

Thor’s mind fell into Jane and her whereabouts. Of Asgard and Hela. His world was falling apart, his people in danger. He could count on his friends. Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun, Sif. They were to be trusted; natural born warriors who could handle their own.

Hopefully.

[sirjustice1244]

Kenyan made decoder tv in the links below

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Signet,_Kenya

https://web.facebook.com/pg/SignetKenya/posts/

https://www.kenyans.co.ke/featured/54879-goods-news-dstv-slashes-subscription-costs

Dstv must trim down dude and with any other such pay TV to reduce their subscription to match competition but happy is them they have managed to make locally what they imported previously to save their Forex and that's it dude. Police gay dude, if they meet ya at night, kinda, wants to grab ya manhood, locating people with cash and liaising with crooks to ambush ya and Tv decoder can be improved to radio station when like the box with WiFi is placed within each stereo but not payable, so such station takes heed of the same opportunity as in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=decoders+tv+with+wifi+antennae&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjQrJXtnOvtAhXC04UKHeJXCbAQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=decoders+tv+with+wifi+antennae&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoCCAA6BggAEAUQHjoGCAAQCBAeOgQIABAYUN6QAlia4wJg8-YCaABwAHgAgAHAB4gB-TCSAQ4wLjMuMTIuMi4wLjEuMpgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1nwAEB&sclient=img&ei=zfPmX5CSKsKnlwTir6WACw&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-e

Rwanda made decoder Tv in the links below bro

https://isokonow.com/electronics/tv-dvd-equipment/32-inches-shalp-flat-screen-tv-and-decoder-215k-rwf_i2839

https://web.facebook.com/pg/Radiotv10Rwanda/reviews/?referrer=page_recommendations_see_all

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BeTV_(Burundi)

https://web.facebook.com/boxtvangola/?_rdc=1&_rdr

Internet Tv in the links below from new Zealand once u got WIFI u connect your phone to ya TV Big screen and enjoy dude not must have decoder Tv and Namibia NBC decoder

https://futurefive.co.nz/story/isky-online-tv-set-to-come-to-new-zealand-computer-screens

https://techtalk.currys.co.uk/tv-gaming/tv/3-easy-ways-to-connect-your-smart-tv-to-the-internet/

https://www.namibian.com.na/144227/archive-read/Decoder-Dreams

https://gh.loozap.com/digital-satellite-tv-decoder-mallam-accra/2942530.html

If u want to make such landscape suitable 4 making those buses made in Egypt and most military weapons and including space-shuttle, u can locate a flat land with bare rocks and placed red soil and with bars demarcate as in the link below and when dry makes such machines, some places risen and some going down in dry spell or slight rainfall not to destroy the pattern or rhythm dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWIW0etKNbY

Kiwinjo Tiap tiap, u just buy the pussy if u got cash no hardworking in seducing rude but lazy women of big mouth attributes who knows shit dude.

U claim as u tell folks i have hurt ya long time dream of wanting to surpass NY but i told u how to make shoes and with that u could have brought me close, give me a house and i tell u all alone as i have told every tom, hurry and dick nation in the following tumblrs of this a/c. Dude u insane, if u quit dude then good chance, good luck and if time permit if i have money i can buy a motel there after long dude, long after all ya wounds heal bro, carry ya own burden dude as a results of mentioned all blockages to ya dirty business deals with hyper-loop on continents edges and supersonic cargo drones and jet

Got me off Campus after my struggle and with ya promising communications to lure me to be there and as i reported not knowing the reason why am out was rounds of arrests and i say sawa sawa, i cant go back home immediately as i will be a laughing stock, nothing to tell the people to direct them or encourage them and i had spent much cash but it was green card, i said as above though hidden it they will give me after some months which they did but when i started working sending money to my pals got jealous and indicted me with crime and ever claim am sick after testing me and be in hospital and got to my old habits at home in Africa annoying me much liaising with my enemies who could not help me and getting even to women whom i pursued that i migrate on women and monitoring me i want to be their president which i said i don't want to annoy them as their was gold in my yard i told them how artificially such is made my home boyz made such buying big SUV 4 Taxi and even the 1 i hurled they got and sold dude. They say they wants negros not, but when i ran away from them, they tried to connect me with the same and my refusal made me come home. What i hate u come with lazy men around me saying i can have many kids they monitor me and i talk of gps bracelet and Dna to even annoy them most and any tribe aint important, if i wanna sleep with that women and the above placed u cant say as in social medi Kebi with Minaj as we got like escort agency kind of business with cab. Am left puzzled each day, streaming or stretching my face muscle to cool me and i hope u Know that and when i do the same i see Arabs tied and i wanted to untie the same by telling UAE the same as i told Nigeria, Kenya, Uganda, Cameroon and more how to make gadgets to set me free but not yet, instead wanted all to kill me but the beauty i have told every nation in many ways the same to flatten the trail dude. I was sick with leech i knew not, got to hospital, they brought white women around me to monitor my steps where am coming from instead of treating me of the same dude and if they want me not dwell in big house i can understand and 1 helps me to secure mini house in the rural maybe with E bikes and bicycles to settle the dispute or they give me the same to pay on credit which they want not, not they behave like they want but not, meaning they wanna force their silly and stupid shit on ya that Kikuyu good people yet bad and its final u should marry such. Go to hell dude, you motherfuckers, imbecile and cutthroat dogs. Wanting free as from the invoice which if i tell many u change name, waiting to make much many have made as above to be on-top dude, u got it off base and to scratch out from the net writings and books to make yours after along time fight, that also off base i have stopped dude as much as exhuming caskets as in the link below and confirm, factory made and cheap not crafted others buys the same from their via a drone back to USA, CANADA, AUSTRALIA, NIGERIA, EU and many nations back selling to their lands as from abroad like 3x the price to alter that altogether dude at night as they organize dude, saying now Wichita caskets are cheap to be two fold the above and to alter such individual pursuits as above to make huge profits to fall the local industry as i told the Arab that part alone as each sphere i was giving 1 with a promise if they send me money in the USA to buy a house i will tell them more and sure i meant it as water falls down the slop. Done via fissures underneath the 16 KM EARTH HOLE which should be blocked as i said earlier with boom made concrete to bar such practices as advanced nations get below and identify such. With a wire rope hag like grass and hay heap on gunia or polythene bags, then on ya drones from below step on paw paw peel on hole made on bulb onion on metallic plate b4 chopping hay and banana on wood soaked in pineapple juice, hot water or mud cotton soil water as Russia has the contours of land mass to the empty fall along Kendu bay homa bay road to drill the same from below and place WiFi bombs using the heat generator and cold as above and block the below of the hole so not identified dude and at Asembo bay as well, when u think u can fight and rude blow it up and the water on ya upto ukambani and Kilifi as well dude. Ya food, medical and power supply disrupted to make you go without food and die lest u locate help which u need from people whom have done the same they want u dead dude, istead again to support the above, in my kitchen at the university residence, kinda, they push their manhood part close to me to be bent and even at their office, meaning lazy but gays dude. Fuck u, u motherfuckers, thought will be on-top always, bravo again, no it will be war on ya dude lest u relent or quit, think am playing then u got it off base or twisted. I can see ya beauty/booty on a big screen as lectures can be recorded as in the song link below to cut on workforce they fear and reduce university fee so every 1 can attend or opt from home study pay exam fee only dude as campus are point of blocking people in future as u have seen with me, moreover i told ya how to make radar controlled missile to make u gain advantage over Russian hurled from the plane 1 to make many Africans still claim they r u yet have shifted stand with China

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-e&q=kisumu%20casket%20shops&tbs=lf:1,lf_ui:2&tbm=lcl&sxsrf=ALeKk03vZirsN_X2cYZbRL-rI2EddSL7Og:1608975348322&rflfq=1&num=10&rldimm=6406173682622430946&lqi=ChNraXN1bXUgY2Fza2V0IHNob3BzWiMKDGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcyITa2lzdW11IGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcw&ved=2ahUKEwip4dqgrOvtAhUIx4UKHdALAmMQvS4wAHoECAMQKw&rlst=f#rlfi=hd:;si:6406173682622430946,l,ChNraXN1bXUgY2Fza2V0IHNob3BzWiMKDGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcyITa2lzdW11IGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcw;mv:[[0.0031165999999999998,34.8881387],[-0.17482480000000003,34.580922]];tbs:lrf:!1m4!1u3!2m2!3m1!1e1!1m4!1u2!2m2!2m1!1e1!2m1!1e2!2m1!1e3!3sIAE,lf:1,lf_ui:2

U can connect both hot touch or cold touch heat panel thermostats in a parallel connection 4 each to supersede one in cold and hot days dude b4 channeling to step up or an inverter dude, now kinda, respect u and signal u of what u know not that Negros pride themselves so their genes should be mutilated and they got my Instagram password and email to check how much i have sent the same to such people. What u want dude, live ya life bro and ya longtime dream destroyed by me even if u abuse me and u will never see it even if i die get it dude, who is the boss or great, 1 who abuses ya and no harm but wants ya food or 1 who destroy ya longtime dream 4 good. Stop playing bubu dude, answer me you silly bastard. No in my condition i can help ya, rather give me money and i tell u 2 or 3 inventions, wants to use me as a ladder to ya destiny, no no no find another or the explained above with me and if u wanna or like ambush me with snakes or machete now u got my keys, stolen them Mr police.

Excuse of NEGROS coming here, is they fear Chinese men, so wants them in the USA to learn how to make original products b4 i show other nations as above to make the same. Staying somewhere makes u not make original a thing many Kenyan tribes and of many nations i have told the same think b4 i settle the puzzle dude. Fuck u Mr Chinese b4 u resort to organizing hooliganism, go ya way, u silly animals of lies and cheats support Mr white-man lies on Kikuyu. Good how, their women pussy sweet or their teethes different with others, answer me dude, don't play dummy or fool. U sick sin eater. NENE NGANI

Talking maps the step on can be on holes on the floor to step on with curved upwards or downwards floor and on the heap on water pool method make sure the heap not on water maybe using ropes dude 4 better results bro

As a man with heart if i see as in the link below 1 too grown and suffered, i kinda, wants to shade tears but something cross my mind to drift me back, maybe they were rude when young but when a nation gets better give them juices and food to make them fat bro

The rich-man even made tomb as the talking 1 with recorded Eulogy yet was alive in another far nation dude and his soul was wanted when the time 4 his actual death reached as many even in heaven and judgement rooms heard of the above he died but not yet as in the link below and the casket dronecade casket was above the drone from below like in a bier while others casket held from bellow, yet the corpse of his brother was exhumed and made much in the boom process and another 1 taken back and even after exhumation is was crystal clear he is not his brother as the 2 were in their graves as they did not know of the boom process and lies as explained above. Now with me but in no time starting saying these inventions theirs bro

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-4537552/DIGITAL-tombstone-unveiled-Slovenia-world-first.html

https://grabcad.com/library/drone-cargo-1

https://www.vox.com/2017/5/22/15666446/jd-china-drone-delivery-two-thousand-2000-pounds

https://www.alamy.com/unmanned-drone-carrying-cargo-box-3d-illustration-image227436005.html?p=257263&srch=foo%3dbar%26st%3d0%26pn%3d1%26ps%3d100%26sortby%3d2%26resultview%3dsortbyPopular%26npgs%3d0%26qt%3dcargo%2520by%2520drone%26qt_raw%3dcargo%2520by%2520drone%26lic%3d3%26mr%3d0%26pr%3d0%26ot%3d0%26creative%3d%26ag%3d0%26hc%3d0%26pc%3d%26blackwhite%3d%26cutout%3d%26tbar%3d1%26et%3d0x000000000000000000000%26vp%3d0%26loc%3d0%26imgt%3d0%26dtfr%3d%26dtto%3d%26size%3d0xFF%26archive%3d1%26groupid%3d%26pseudoid%3d%26a%3d%26cdid%3d%26cdsrt%3d%26name%3d%26qn%3d%26apalib%3d%26apalic%3d%26lightbox%3d%26gname%3d%26gtype%3d%26xstx%3d0%26simid%3d%26saveQry%3d%26editorial%3d1%26nu%3d%26t%3d%26edoptin%3d%26customgeoip%3d%26cap%3d1%26cbstore%3d1%26vd%3d0%26lb%3d%26fi%3d2%26edrf%3d%26ispremium%3d1%26flip%3d0%26pl%3d

[sirjustice1243]

Kenyan made decoder tv in the links below

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Signet,_Kenya

https://web.facebook.com/pg/SignetKenya/posts/

https://www.kenyans.co.ke/featured/54879-goods-news-dstv-slashes-subscription-costs

Dstv must trim down dude and with any other such pay TV to reduce their subscription to match competition but happy is them they have managed to make locally what they imported previously to save their Forex and that's it dude. Police gay dude, if they meet ya at night, kinda, wants to grab ya manhood, locating people with cash and liaising with crooks to ambush ya and Tv decoder can be improved to radio station when like the box with WiFi is placed within each stereo but not payable, so such station takes heed of the same opportunity as in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=decoders+tv+with+wifi+antennae&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjQrJXtnOvtAhXC04UKHeJXCbAQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=decoders+tv+with+wifi+antennae&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoCCAA6BggAEAUQHjoGCAAQCBAeOgQIABAYUN6QAlia4wJg8-YCaABwAHgAgAHAB4gB-TCSAQ4wLjMuMTIuMi4wLjEuMpgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1nwAEB&sclient=img&ei=zfPmX5CSKsKnlwTir6WACw&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-e

Rwanda made decoder Tv in the links below bro

https://isokonow.com/electronics/tv-dvd-equipment/32-inches-shalp-flat-screen-tv-and-decoder-215k-rwf_i2839

https://web.facebook.com/pg/Radiotv10Rwanda/reviews/?referrer=page_recommendations_see_all

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BeTV_(Burundi)

https://web.facebook.com/boxtvangola/?_rdc=1&_rdr

Internet Tv in the links below from new Zealand once u got WIFI u connect your phone to ya TV Big screen and enjoy dude not must have decoder Tv and Namibia NBC decoder

https://futurefive.co.nz/story/isky-online-tv-set-to-come-to-new-zealand-computer-screens

https://techtalk.currys.co.uk/tv-gaming/tv/3-easy-ways-to-connect-your-smart-tv-to-the-internet/

https://www.namibian.com.na/144227/archive-read/Decoder-Dreams

https://gh.loozap.com/digital-satellite-tv-decoder-mallam-accra/2942530.html

If u want to make such landscape suitable 4 making those buses made in Egypt and most military weapons and including space-shuttle, u can locate a flat land with bare rocks and placed red soil and with bars demarcate as in the link below and when dry makes such machines, some places risen and some going down in dry spell or slight rainfall not to destroy the pattern or rhythm dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWIW0etKNbY

Kiwinjo Tiap tiap, u just buy the pussy if u got cash no hardworking in seducing rude but lazy women of big mouth attributes who knows shit dude.

U claim as u tell folks i have hurt ya long time dream of wanting to surpass NY but i told u how to make shoes and with that u could have brought me close, give me a house and i tell u all alone as i have told every tom, hurry and dick nation in the following tumblrs of this a/c. Dude u insane, if u quit dude then good chance, good luck and if time permit if i have money i can buy a motel there after long dude, long after all ya wounds heal bro, carry ya own burden dude as a results of mentioned all blockages to ya dirty business deals with hyper-loop on continents edges and supersonic cargo drones and jet

Got me off Campus after my struggle and with ya promising communications to lure me to be there and as i reported not knowing the reason why am out was rounds of arrests and i say sawa sawa, i cant go back home immediately as i will be a laughing stock, nothing to tell the people to direct them or encourage them and i had spent much cash but it was green card, i said as above though hidden it they will give me after some months which they did but when i started working sending money to my pals got jealous and indicted me with crime and ever claim am sick after testing me and be in hospital and got to my old habits at home in Africa annoying me much liaising with my enemies who could not help me and getting even to women whom i pursued that i migrate on women and monitoring me i want to be their president which i said i don't want to annoy them as their was gold in my yard i told them how artificially such is made my home boyz made such buying big SUV 4 Taxi and even the 1 i hurled they got and sold dude. They say they wants negros not, but when i ran away from them, they tried to connect me with the same and my refusal made me come home. What i hate u come with lazy men around me saying i can have many kids they monitor me and i talk of gps bracelet and Dna to even annoy them most and any tribe aint important, if i wanna sleep with that women and the above placed u cant say as in social medi Kebi with Minaj as we got like escort agency kind of business with cab. Am left puzzled each day, streaming or stretching my face muscle to cool me and i hope u Know that and when i do the same i see Arabs tied and i wanted to untie the same by telling UAE the same as i told Nigeria, Kenya, Uganda, Cameroon and more how to make gadgets to set me free but not yet, instead wanted all to kill me but the beauty i have told every nation in many ways the same to flatten the trail dude. I was sick with leech i knew not, got to hospital, they brought white women around me to monitor my steps where am coming from instead of treating me of the same dude and if they want me not dwell in big house i can understand and 1 helps me to secure mini house in the rural maybe with E bikes and bicycles to settle the dispute or they give me the same to pay on credit which they want not, not they behave like they want but not, meaning they wanna force their silly and stupid shit on ya that Kikuyu good people yet bad and its final u should marry such. Go to hell dude, you motherfuckers, imbecile and cutthroat dogs. Wanting free as from the invoice which if i tell many u change name, waiting to make much many have made as above to be on-top dude, u got it off base and to scratch out from the net writings and books to make yours after along time fight, that also off base i have stopped dude as much as exhuming caskets as in the link below and confirm, factory made and cheap not crafted others buys the same from their via a drone back to USA, CANADA, AUSTRALIA, NIGERIA, EU and many nations back selling to their lands as from abroad like 3x the price to alter that altogether dude at night as they organize dude, saying now Wichita caskets are cheap to be two fold the above and to alter such individual pursuits as above to make huge profits to fall the local industry as i told the Arab that part alone as each sphere i was giving 1 with a promise if they send me money in the USA to buy a house i will tell them more and sure i meant it as water falls down the slop. Done via fissures underneath the 16 KM EARTH HOLE which should be blocked as i said earlier with boom made concrete to bar such practices as advanced nations get below and identify such. With a wire rope hag like grass and hay heap on gunia or polythene bags, then on ya drones from below step on paw paw peel on hole made on bulb onion on metallic plate b4 chopping hay and banana on wood soaked in pineapple juice, hot water or mud cotton soil water as Russia has the contours of land mass to the empty fall along Kendu bay homa bay road to drill the same from below and place WiFi bombs using the heat generator and cold as above and block the below of the hole so not identified dude and at Asembo bay as well, when u think u can fight and rude blow it up and the water on ya upto ukambani and Kilifi as well dude. Ya food, medical and power supply disrupted to make you go without food and die lest u locate help which u need from people whom have done the same they want u dead dude

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-e&q=kisumu%20casket%20shops&tbs=lf:1,lf_ui:2&tbm=lcl&sxsrf=ALeKk03vZirsN_X2cYZbRL-rI2EddSL7Og:1608975348322&rflfq=1&num=10&rldimm=6406173682622430946&lqi=ChNraXN1bXUgY2Fza2V0IHNob3BzWiMKDGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcyITa2lzdW11IGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcw&ved=2ahUKEwip4dqgrOvtAhUIx4UKHdALAmMQvS4wAHoECAMQKw&rlst=f#rlfi=hd:;si:6406173682622430946,l,ChNraXN1bXUgY2Fza2V0IHNob3BzWiMKDGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcyITa2lzdW11IGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcw;mv:[[0.0031165999999999998,34.8881387],[-0.17482480000000003,34.580922]];tbs:lrf:!1m4!1u3!2m2!3m1!1e1!1m4!1u2!2m2!2m1!1e1!2m1!1e2!2m1!1e3!3sIAE,lf:1,lf_ui:2

U can connect both hot touch or cold touch heat panel thermostats in a parallel connection 4 each to supersede one in cold and hot days dude b4 channeling to step up or an inverter dude, now kinda, respect u and signal u of what u know not that Negros pride themselves so their genes should be mutilated and they got my Instagram password and email to check how much i have sent the same to such people. What u want dude, live ya life bro and ya longtime dream destroyed by me even if u abuse me and u will never see it even if i die get it dude, who is the boss or great, 1 who abuses ya and no harm but wants ya food or 1 who destroy ya longtime dream 4 good. Stop playing bubu dude, answer me you silly bastard. No in my condition i can help ya, rather give me money and i tell u 2 or 3 inventions, wants to use me as a ladder to ya destiny, no no no find another or the explained above with me and if u wanna or like ambush me with snakes or machete now u got my keys, stolen them Mr police.

Excuse of NEGROS coming here, is they fear Chinese men, so wants them in the USA to learn how to make original products b4 i show other nations as above to make the same. Staying somewhere makes u not make original a thing many Kenyan tribes and of many nations i have told the same think b4 i settle the puzzle dude. Fuck u Mr Chinese b4 u resort to organizing hooliganism, go ya way, u silly animals of lies and cheats support Mr white-man lies on Kikuyu. Good how, their women pussy sweet or their teethes different with others, answer me dude, don't play dummy or fool. U sick sin eater. NENE NGANI

Talking maps the step on can be on holes on the floor to step on with curved upwards or downwards floor and on the heap on water pool method make sure the heap not on water maybe using ropes dude 4 better results bro

As a man with heart if i see as in the link below 1 too grown and suffered, i kinda, wants to shade tears but something cross my mind to drift me back, maybe they were rude when young but when a nation gets better give them juices and food to make them fat bro

The rich-man even made tomb as the talking 1 with recorded Eulogy yet was alive in another far nation dude and his soul was wanted when the time 4 his actual death reached as many even in heaven and judgement rooms heard of the above he died but not yet as in the link below and the casket dronecade casket was above the drone from below like in a bier while others casket held from bellow, yet the corpse of his brother was exhumed and made much in the boom process and another 1 taken back and even after exhumation is was crystal clear he is not his brother as the 2 were in their graves as they did not know of the boom process and lies as explained above. Now with me but in no time starting saying these inventions theirs bro

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-4537552/DIGITAL-tombstone-unveiled-Slovenia-world-first.html

https://grabcad.com/library/drone-cargo-1

https://www.vox.com/2017/5/22/15666446/jd-china-drone-delivery-two-thousand-2000-pounds

https://www.alamy.com/unmanned-drone-carrying-cargo-box-3d-illustration-image227436005.html?p=257263&srch=foo%3dbar%26st%3d0%26pn%3d1%26ps%3d100%26sortby%3d2%26resultview%3dsortbyPopular%26npgs%3d0%26qt%3dcargo%2520by%2520drone%26qt_raw%3dcargo%2520by%2520drone%26lic%3d3%26mr%3d0%26pr%3d0%26ot%3d0%26creative%3d%26ag%3d0%26hc%3d0%26pc%3d%26blackwhite%3d%26cutout%3d%26tbar%3d1%26et%3d0x000000000000000000000%26vp%3d0%26loc%3d0%26imgt%3d0%26dtfr%3d%26dtto%3d%26size%3d0xFF%26archive%3d1%26groupid%3d%26pseudoid%3d%26a%3d%26cdid%3d%26cdsrt%3d%26name%3d%26qn%3d%26apalib%3d%26apalic%3d%26lightbox%3d%26gname%3d%26gtype%3d%26xstx%3d0%26simid%3d%26saveQry%3d%26editorial%3d1%26nu%3d%26t%3d%26edoptin%3d%26customgeoip%3d%26cap%3d1%26cbstore%3d1%26vd%3d0%26lb%3d%26fi%3d2%26edrf%3d%26ispremium%3d1%26flip%3d0%26pl%3d

[sirjustice1242]

Kenyan made decoder tv in the links below

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Signet,_Kenya

https://web.facebook.com/pg/SignetKenya/posts/

https://www.kenyans.co.ke/featured/54879-goods-news-dstv-slashes-subscription-costs

Dstv must trim down dude and with any other such pay TV to reduce their subscription to match competition but happy is them they have managed to make locally what they imported previously to save their Forex and that's it dude. Police gay dude, if they meet ya at night, kinda, wants to grab ya manhood, locating people with cash and liaising with crooks to ambush ya and Tv decoder can be improved to radio station when like the box with WiFi is placed within each stereo but not payable, so such station takes heed of the same opportunity as in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=decoders+tv+with+wifi+antennae&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjQrJXtnOvtAhXC04UKHeJXCbAQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=decoders+tv+with+wifi+antennae&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoCCAA6BggAEAUQHjoGCAAQCBAeOgQIABAYUN6QAlia4wJg8-YCaABwAHgAgAHAB4gB-TCSAQ4wLjMuMTIuMi4wLjEuMpgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1nwAEB&sclient=img&ei=zfPmX5CSKsKnlwTir6WACw&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-e

Rwanda made decoder Tv in the links below bro

https://isokonow.com/electronics/tv-dvd-equipment/32-inches-shalp-flat-screen-tv-and-decoder-215k-rwf_i2839

https://web.facebook.com/pg/Radiotv10Rwanda/reviews/?referrer=page_recommendations_see_all

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BeTV_(Burundi)

https://web.facebook.com/boxtvangola/?_rdc=1&_rdr

Internet Tv in the links below from new Zealand once u got WIFI u connect your phone to ya TV Big screen and enjoy dude not must have decoder Tv and Namibia NBC decoder

https://futurefive.co.nz/story/isky-online-tv-set-to-come-to-new-zealand-computer-screens

https://techtalk.currys.co.uk/tv-gaming/tv/3-easy-ways-to-connect-your-smart-tv-to-the-internet/

https://www.namibian.com.na/144227/archive-read/Decoder-Dreams

https://gh.loozap.com/digital-satellite-tv-decoder-mallam-accra/2942530.html

If u want to make such landscape suitable 4 making those buses made in Egypt and most military weapons and including space-shuttle, u can locate a flat land with bare rocks and placed red soil and with bars demarcate as in the link below and when dry makes such machines, some places risen and some going down in dry spell or slight rainfall not to destroy the pattern or rhythm dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWIW0etKNbY

Kiwinjo Tiap tiap, u just buy the pussy if u got cash no hardworking in seducing rude but lazy women of big mouth attributes who knows shit dude.

U claim as u tell folks i have hurt ya long time dream of wanting to surpass NY but i told u how to make shoes and with that u could have brought me close, give me a house and i tell u all alone as i have told every tom, hurry and dick nation in the following tumblrs of this a/c. Dude u insane, if u quit dude then good chance, good luck and if time permit if i have money i can buy a motel there after long dude, long after all ya wounds heal bro, carry ya own burden dude as a results of mentioned all blockages to ya dirty business deals with hyper-loop on continents edges and supersonic cargo drones and jet

Got me off Campus after my struggle and with ya promising communications to lure me to be there and as i reported not knowing the reason why am out was rounds of arrests and i say sawa sawa, i cant go back home immediately as i will be a laughing stock, nothing to tell the people to direct them or encourage them and i had spent much cash but it was green card, i said as above though hidden it they will give me after some months which they did but when i started working sending money to my pals got jealous and indicted me with crime and ever claim am sick after testing me and be in hospital and got to my old habits at home in Africa annoying me much liaising with my enemies who could not help me and getting even to women whom i pursued that i migrate on women and monitoring me i want to be their president which i said i don't want to annoy them as their was gold in my yard i told them how artificially such is made my home boyz made such buying big SUV 4 Taxi and even the 1 i hurled they got and sold dude. They say they wants negros not, but when i ran away from them, they tried to connect me with the same and my refusal made me come home. What i hate u come with lazy men around me saying i can have many kids they monitor me and i talk of gps bracelet and Dna to even annoy them most and any tribe aint important, if i wanna sleep with that women and the above placed u cant say as in social medi Kebi with Minaj as we got like escort agency kind of business with cab. Am left puzzled each day, streaming or stretching my face muscle to cool me and i hope u Know that and when i do the same i see Arabs tied and i wanted to untie the same by telling UAE the same as i told Nigeria, Kenya, Uganda, Cameroon and more how to make gadgets to set me free but not yet, instead wanted all to kill me but the beauty i have told every nation in many ways the same to flatten the trail dude. I was sick with leech i knew not, got to hospital, they brought white women around me to monitor my steps where am coming from instead of treating me of the same dude and if they want me not dwell in big house i can understand and 1 helps me to secure mini house in the rural maybe with E bikes and bicycles to settle the dispute or they give me the same to pay on credit which they want not, not they behave like they want but not, meaning they wanna force their silly and stupid shit on ya that Kikuyu good people yet bad and its final u should marry such. Go to hell dude, you motherfuckers, imbecile and cutthroat dogs. Wanting free as from the invoice which if i tell many u change name, waiting to make much many have made as above to be on-top dude, u got it off base and to scratch out from the net writings and books to make yours after along time fight, that also off base i have stopped dude as much as exhuming caskets as in the link below and confirm, factory made and cheap not crafted others buys the same from their via a drone back to USA, CANADA, AUSTRALIA, NIGERIA, EU and many nations back selling to their lands as from abroad like 3x the price to alter that altogether dude at night as they organize dude, saying now Wichita caskets are cheap to be two fold the above and to alter such individual pursuits as above to make huge profits to fall the local industry as i told the Arab that part alone as each sphere i was giving 1 with a promise if they send me money in the USA to buy a house i will tell them more and sure i meant it as water falls down the slop. Done via fissures underneath the 16 KM EARTH HOLE which should be blocked as i said earlier with boom made concrete to bar such practices as advanced nations get below and identify such. With a wire rope hag like grass and hay heap on gunia or polythene bags, then on ya drones from below step on paw paw peel on hole made on bulb onion on metallic plate b4 chopping hay and banana on wood soaked in pineapple juice, hot water or mud cotton soil water as Russia has the contours of land mass to the empty fall along Kendu bay homa bay road to drill the same from below and place WiFi bombs using the heat generator and cold as above and block the below of the hole so not identified dude and at Asembo bay as well, when u think u can fight and rude blow it up and the water on ya upto ukambani and Kilifi as well dude. Ya food, medical and power supply disrupted to make you go without food and die lest u locate help which u need from people whom have done the same they want u dead dude

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-e&q=kisumu%20casket%20shops&tbs=lf:1,lf_ui:2&tbm=lcl&sxsrf=ALeKk03vZirsN_X2cYZbRL-rI2EddSL7Og:1608975348322&rflfq=1&num=10&rldimm=6406173682622430946&lqi=ChNraXN1bXUgY2Fza2V0IHNob3BzWiMKDGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcyITa2lzdW11IGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcw&ved=2ahUKEwip4dqgrOvtAhUIx4UKHdALAmMQvS4wAHoECAMQKw&rlst=f#rlfi=hd:;si:6406173682622430946,l,ChNraXN1bXUgY2Fza2V0IHNob3BzWiMKDGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcyITa2lzdW11IGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcw;mv:[[0.0031165999999999998,34.8881387],[-0.17482480000000003,34.580922]];tbs:lrf:!1m4!1u3!2m2!3m1!1e1!1m4!1u2!2m2!2m1!1e1!2m1!1e2!2m1!1e3!3sIAE,lf:1,lf_ui:2

U can connect both hot touch or cold touch heat panel thermostats in a parallel connection 4 each to supersede one in cold and hot days dude b4 channeling to step up or an inverter dude, now kinda, respect u and signal u of what u know not that Negros pride themselves so their genes should be mutilated and they got my Instagram password and email to check how much i have sent the same to such people. What u want dude, live ya life bro and ya longtime dream destroyed by me even if u abuse me and u will never see it even if i die get it dude, who is the boss or great, 1 who abuses ya and no harm but wants ya food or 1 who destroy ya longtime dream 4 good. Stop playing bubu dude, answer me you silly bastard. No in my condition i can help ya, rather give me money and i tell u 2 or 3 inventions, wants to use me as a ladder to ya destiny, no no no find another or the explained above with me and if u wanna or like ambush me with snakes or machete now u got my keys, stolen them Mr police.

Excuse of NEGROS coming here, is they fear Chinese men, so wants them in the USA to learn how to make original products b4 i show other nations as above to make the same. Staying somewhere makes u not make original a thing many Kenyan tribes and of many nations i have told the same think b4 i settle the puzzle dude. Fuck u Mr Chinese b4 u resort to organizing hooliganism, go ya way, u silly animals of lies and cheats support Mr white-man lies on Kikuyu. Good how, their women pussy sweet or their teethes different with others, answer me dude, dont play dummy or fool. U sick sin eater. NENE NGANI

Talking maps the step on can be on holes on the floor to step on with curved upwards or downwards floor

[sirjustice1241]

Kenyan made decoder tv in the links below

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Signet,_Kenya

https://web.facebook.com/pg/SignetKenya/posts/

https://www.kenyans.co.ke/featured/54879-goods-news-dstv-slashes-subscription-costs

Dstv must trim down dude and with any other such pay TV to reduce their subscription to match competition but happy is them they have managed to make locally what they imported previously to save their Forex and that's it dude. Police gay dude, if they meet ya at night, kinda, wants to grab ya manhood, locating people with cash and liaising with crooks to ambush ya and Tv decoder can be improved to radio station when like the box with WiFi is placed within each stereo but not payable, so such station takes heed of the same opportunity as in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=decoders+tv+with+wifi+antennae&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjQrJXtnOvtAhXC04UKHeJXCbAQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=decoders+tv+with+wifi+antennae&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoCCAA6BggAEAUQHjoGCAAQCBAeOgQIABAYUN6QAlia4wJg8-YCaABwAHgAgAHAB4gB-TCSAQ4wLjMuMTIuMi4wLjEuMpgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1nwAEB&sclient=img&ei=zfPmX5CSKsKnlwTir6WACw&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-e

Rwanda made decoder Tv in the links below bro

https://isokonow.com/electronics/tv-dvd-equipment/32-inches-shalp-flat-screen-tv-and-decoder-215k-rwf_i2839

https://web.facebook.com/pg/Radiotv10Rwanda/reviews/?referrer=page_recommendations_see_all

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BeTV_(Burundi)

https://web.facebook.com/boxtvangola/?_rdc=1&_rdr

Internet Tv in the links below from new Zealand once u got WIFI u connect your phone to ya TV Big screen and enjoy dude not must have decoder Tv and Namibia NBC decoder

https://futurefive.co.nz/story/isky-online-tv-set-to-come-to-new-zealand-computer-screens

https://techtalk.currys.co.uk/tv-gaming/tv/3-easy-ways-to-connect-your-smart-tv-to-the-internet/

https://www.namibian.com.na/144227/archive-read/Decoder-Dreams

https://gh.loozap.com/digital-satellite-tv-decoder-mallam-accra/2942530.html

If u want to make such landscape suitable 4 making those buses made in Egypt and most military weapons and including space-shuttle, u can locate a flat land with bare rocks and placed red soil and with bars demarcate as in the link below and when dry makes such machines, some places risen and some going down in dry spell or slight rainfall not to destroy the pattern or rhythm dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWIW0etKNbY

Kiwinjo Tiap tiap, u just buy the pussy if u got cash no hardworking in seducing rude but lazy women of big mouth attributes who knows shit dude.

U claim as u tell folks i have hurt ya long time dream of wanting to surpass NY but i told u how to make shoes and with that u could have brought me close, give me a house and i tell u all alone as i have told every tom, hurry and dick nation in the following tumblrs of this a/c. Dude u insane, if u quit dude then good chance, good luck and if time permit if i have money i can buy a motel there after long dude, long after all ya wounds heal bro, carry ya own burden dude as a results of mentioned all blockages to ya dirty business deals with hyper-loop on continents edges and supersonic cargo drones and jet

Got me off Campus after my struggle and with ya promising communications to lure me to be there and as i reported not knowing the reason why am out was rounds of arrests and i say sawa sawa, i cant go back home immediately as i will be a laughing stock, nothing to tell the people to direct them or encourage them and i had spent much cash but it was green card, i said as above though hidden it they will give me after some months which they did but when i started working sending money to my pals got jealous and indicted me with crime and ever claim am sick after testing me and be in hospital and got to my old habits at home in Africa annoying me much liaising with my enemies who could not help me and getting even to women whom i pursued that i migrate on women and monitoring me i want to be their president which i said i don't want to annoy them as their was gold in my yard i told them how artificially such is made my home boyz made such buying big SUV 4 Taxi and even the 1 i hurled they got and sold dude. They say they wants negros not, but when i ran away from them, they tried to connect me with the same and my refusal made me come home. What i hate u come with lazy men around me saying i can have many kids they monitor me and i talk of gps bracelet and Dna to even annoy them most and any tribe aint important, if i wanna sleep with that women and the above placed u cant say as in social medi Kebi with Minaj as we got like escort agency kind of business with cab. Am left puzzled each day, streaming or stretching my face muscle to cool me and i hope u Know that and when i do the same i see Arabs tied and i wanted to untie the same by telling UAE the same as i told Nigeria, Kenya, Uganda, Cameroon and more how to make gadgets to set me free but not yet, instead wanted all to kill me but the beauty i have told every nation in many ways the same to flatten the trail dude. I was sick with leech i knew not, got to hospital, they brought white women around me to monitor my steps where am coming from instead of treating me of the same dude and if they want me not dwell in big house i can understand and 1 helps me to secure mini house in the rural maybe with E bikes and bicycles to settle the dispute or they give me the same to pay on credit which they want not, not they behave like they want but not, meaning they wanna force their silly and stupid shit on ya that Kikuyu good people yet bad and its final u should marry such. Go to hell dude, you motherfuckers, imbecile and cutthroat dogs. Wanting free as from the invoice which if i tell many u change name, waiting to make much many have made as above to be on-top dude, u got it off base and to scratch out from the net writings and books to make yours after along time fight, that also off base i have stopped dude as much as exhuming caskets as in the link below and confirm, factory made and cheap not crafted others buys the same from their via a drone back to USA, CANADA, AUSTRALIA, NIGERIA, EU and many nations back selling to their lands as from abroad like 3x the price to alter that altogether dude at night as they organize dude, saying now Wichita caskets are cheap to be two fold the above and to alter such individual pursuits as above to make huge profits to fall the local industry as i told the Arab that part alone as each sphere i was giving 1 with a promise if they send me money in the USA to buy a house i will tell them more and sure i meant it as water falls down the slop. Done via fissures underneath the 16 KM EARTH HOLE which should be blocked as i said earlier with boom made concrete to bar such practices as advanced nations get below and identify such. With a wire rope hag like grass and hay heap on gunia or polythene bags, then on ya drones from below step on paw paw peel on hole made on bulb onion on metallic plate b4 chopping hay and banana on wood soaked in pineapple juice, hot water or mud cotton soil water as Russia has the contours of land mass to the empty fall along Kendu bay homa bay road to drill the same from below and place WiFi bombs using the heat generator and cold as above and block the below of the hole so not identified dude and at Asembo bay as well, when u think u can fight and rude blow it up and the water on ya upto ukambani and Kilifi as well dude. Ya food, medical and power supply disrupted to make you go without food and die lest u locate help which u need from people whom have done the same they want u dead dude

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-e&q=kisumu%20casket%20shops&tbs=lf:1,lf_ui:2&tbm=lcl&sxsrf=ALeKk03vZirsN_X2cYZbRL-rI2EddSL7Og:1608975348322&rflfq=1&num=10&rldimm=6406173682622430946&lqi=ChNraXN1bXUgY2Fza2V0IHNob3BzWiMKDGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcyITa2lzdW11IGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcw&ved=2ahUKEwip4dqgrOvtAhUIx4UKHdALAmMQvS4wAHoECAMQKw&rlst=f#rlfi=hd:;si:6406173682622430946,l,ChNraXN1bXUgY2Fza2V0IHNob3BzWiMKDGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcyITa2lzdW11IGNhc2tldCBzaG9wcw;mv:[[0.0031165999999999998,34.8881387],[-0.17482480000000003,34.580922]];tbs:lrf:!1m4!1u3!2m2!3m1!1e1!1m4!1u2!2m2!2m1!1e1!2m1!1e2!2m1!1e3!3sIAE,lf:1,lf_ui:2

U can connect both hot touch or cold touch heat panel thermostats in a parallel connection 4 each to supersede one in cold and hot days dude b4 channeling to step up or an inverter dude, now kinda, respect u and signal u of what u know not that Negros pride themselves so their genes should be mutilated and they got my Instagram password and email to check how much i have sent the same to such people. What u want dude, live ya life bro and ya longtime dream destroyed by me even if u abuse me and u will never see it even if i die get it dude, who is the boss or great, 1 who abuses ya and no harm but wants ya food or 1 who destroy ya longtime dream 4 good. Stop playing bubu dude, answer me you silly bastard. No in my condition i can help ya, rather give me money and i tell u 2 or 3 inventions, wants to use me as a ladder to ya destiny, no no no find another or the explained above with me and if u wanna or like ambush me with snakes or machete now u got my keys, stolen them Mr police.

Excuse of NEGROS coming here, is they fear Chinese men, so wants them in the USA to learn how to make original products b4 i show other nations as above to make the same. Staying somewhere makes u not make original a thing many Kenyan tribes and of many nations i have told the same think b4 i settle the puzzle dude. Fuck u Mr Chinese b4 u resort to organizing hooliganism, go ya way, u silly animals of lies and cheats support Mr white-man lies on Kikuyu. Good how, their women pussy sweet or their teethes different with others, answer me dude, dont play dummy or fool. U sick sin eater. NENE NGANI

[winryofresembool]

EdWin one-shot: Laundry day

Summary: Doing your laundry can lead to unexpected confessions.

A/N: my part of the fic trade with @edxwin-elric! I used the fluff prompt “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” for this fic. (I guess I could have taken this to an entirely different direction but didn’t :-D). And, since this is (another) confession fic, I also used @kittykatz009‘s prompt  “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.” because I really don’t think you’d want to read 23526436 confession fics from me. I hope you don’t mind me combining them, since this is kinda long-ish (for a one-shot). Please enjoy and review!!

Words: 2340+

Genre: ultra fluff (aka cotton candy, named by @kilmartin85). 

Warnings: swearing (Pinako ♥)

“Edward Elric! Where the hell are you? We are supposed to do laundry today!”

Up in his room, Ed closed the book he was reading dramatically and let out a deep sigh. He had beaten the god himself and saved the entire country, yet that didn’t give him free pass on boring things like household chores. To be fair, though, Ed hated being useless, so he didn’t actually mind helping around. He just found bickering with Winry too enjoyable.

“Didn’t we just do the laundry last week? Why do we have to do it again?” he yelled back, preparing for an explosion.

“DO YOU ENJOY USING DIRTY CLOTHES? I am NOT touching your underwear, you jerk!”

“Alright, alright! No need to yell. Just give me a second!” He started piling all the clothes he had thrown around the room onto his bed hastily, not wanting to make Winry any angrier. For some reason, he had become a bit more careful about that lately.

Al peeked inside Ed’s room and snickered.

“I recommend you hurry, brother. There might still be someone in Resembool who didn’t hear about Fullmetal Alchemist, the hero of the people, having to wash his dirty boxers himself.”

Ed threw the closest piece of clothing (lucky for Al, only a T-shirt) at his brother and fumed of anger.

“Laugh ahead, Al. There will be a day when Winry and the old hag will decide you are strong enough to be their slave as well.”

“You know I would help them already if they let me. Unlike some people, I don’t feel the need to complain about every chore I’m supposed to do.”

“Har de har.”

Ed picked up the pile of clothes from the bed and made Al a face when he handed him the T-shirt he had thrown but left from the room without saying another word.

When he sauntered into the laundry room (earning a pointed look for his purposefully lazy appearance), Winry was already washing her own clothes in a huge bucket filled with water and soap. Some richer families already had machines to do this job, and Ed had suggested the Rockbells get one too since he had money to buy them one. However, Pinako refused, saying that they were still perfectly capable of doing this with their own hands so there was no need to waste money on such unnecessary devices.

“Finally. I was about to come and drag you here,” Winry noted, not lifting her gaze from the overalls she was currently trying to scrub clean. There was no way she’d ever get the oil stains off it, but that didn’t stop her from trying.

“Why is it so important to you that I wash my clothes? It’s not like you have to wear them or anything…” Ed grunted as he filled his own bucket with warm water. Then he pulled his hoodie off to avoid getting it wet, giving Winry a nice view to his strong, bare arms, and put the rubber gloves on.

“Yes, but I have to smell you,” she pointed out, trying to not get too distracted by Ed’s appearance. “Clothes start smelling, Ed, especially when you sweat a lot, and trust me, no one in this house wants to deal with your stink.”

“I do not smell that bad!”

“Then what’s that weird stench that comes through your door every time I walk past it?”

“I… it’s… I don’t know! It’s probably Al!”

“Right.” Winry sighed.

“How about we just stay quiet for a while and finish this?” Ed pointed towards the mountain of laundry, and for once both of them agreed on something.

Soon enough, they had more clean than dirty clothes in their hands and Ed decided it was safe to speak again.

“How’s your apprenticeship going? Are you done with it soon?”

Winry was genuinely pleased that Ed seemed interested in her work. Before Al and his return, he had never asked about it.

“It’s going nicely. I think I’ll be done within the next few months!” she exclaimed happily. “Did I mention I’m gonna go to Rush Valley next week again? Garfiel wants to see how I’ve progressed, and you guys don’t really need me here anymore…”

“Don’t say that!” Ed said unexpectedly. “Who will make me do my laundry when you’re not around? Who will make me cook and clean and fix the broken roof and so on?”

Winry frowned at him. “I know you would do those things either way, you’re just pretending to be a tough guy whose job is to complain a bit first. And Granny is always here to keep you guys in line if you suddenly forget how to function.”

“I… We just like to, you know, have you around here,” Ed said sheepishly.

“Even though I should probably be honored, I need to remind you that I’m only going to be away for a couple of weeks. You guys were gone for years. How do you think I was feeling when I never even heard anything from you?”

“Sorry, Winry!” Ed squeaked before she had a chance to throw something at him. “We needed to focus on getting Al’s body back 100 per cent, and besides, I thought you’d understand. It was to protect you… and to avoid getting distracted.

“What do you mean by ‘getting distracted’? I don’t understand you, Ed.”

“I’m really bad at explaining this stuff, but… this place was the only home we had left, and had we come back, it would have been so easy to forget our mission and get too relaxed. Do you think we’d be here if we had slacked off?”

“No! But you guys never called, never let me know if you were OK… Would it really have ruined everything if you had talked with us two minutes on the phone?”

“You don’t understand!”

“What do I not understand?” Winry was practically yelling now. Here they went again, she groaned in her mind. Why could they not have a civil conversation anymore?

Ed had already passed the point in which he cared about what kind of consequences his next words might have.

“Have you ever considered that perhaps one of the reasons why I didn’t want to contact you was that I cared about you too damn much? That when I heard your voice or saw your face I was afraid I’d forget what I was supposed to do?! What if someone had found out how important you are to us? What if someone had tried to find out about our plans through you? They could have hurt you!”

“What?” Winry stared at him with wide eyes. Was he really saying what she thought he was?

“Don’t make me repeat it.” Ed said coldly and turned away from her.

“You are making me even more confused than I was before! Give me an honest answer to one question: does what you just said mean that you have been in love with me all this time?”

“I don’t… they all say… YES.” He nearly yelled the final word.

“You idiot,” Winry sighed and put the shirt she was washing back into the bucket, getting up and sitting down next to Ed. “How long were you going to keep that inside you?”

“I was going to tell you eventually.” He still couldn’t look at her. “This wasn’t really how I planned to do it…”

Winry set her hand on Ed’s knee and said: “It’s OK. I don’t care. I… have been keeping things from you too. I was scared you’d freak out if I told you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Edward Elric, the youngest state alchemist ever, yet still so dense… Hey, could you help me hang this sheet?” She suddenly suggested.

“Huh? What…”

Before Ed had time to react, Winry threw the damp sheet on them and pulled Ed up, setting her hands on his shoulders. Ed couldn’t see much, but soon he felt something moist that definitely wasn’t the sheet against his lips. It was warm and soft, making Ed shiver a bit. The sensation was over too soon, but Winry’s voice said: “Sorry… I just found it easier to do this way.” She took a deep breath and continued: “I love you too, you weirdo. Have loved for a long time now.”

“Why haven’t you told me earlier?”

“I think I could ask you the same question,” Winry snorted and pushed some of Ed’s hair aside so she could see his face slightly better under the damb sheet.

“Fair enough. But, um, why are we still under this thing? It’s wet and cold!”

“This may sound ridiculous, but in so many stories that I read as a child the prince and princess or whatever kissed in the rain… and I wanted to try that. Well, it’s not raining now so I had to improvise a bit.” Despite the cool cover, Winry felt her cheeks warm.

“OK, but we’re not kissing, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Jerk. We can always fix that!”

“OK.”

Lips met lips again, this time more eagerly, and since he was now prepared for the kiss, Ed took the lead. He snuck his hands into her hair and tilted his head to get a better access to her lips. Just when he thought he had gotten the hang of it, the door opened.

“Why is it so quiet here? Are you two slacking off? OH!”

Pinako spotted the feet under the sheet in the middle of the room and grinned at the sight.

“I was starting to wonder when you’d make the move, pipsqueak. You guys have been frustrating me ever since the boys came back, so it’s about time. Just make sure you’re not having sex under my roof when I’m nearby! And for fuck’s sake, don’t mess that sheet or you’ll get an earful.”

“Granny!” both youngsters screamed and threw the sheet off them, rushing to hang it on the clothes line.

The couple continued doing their laundry in an awkward silence as Pinako kept observing them. When they were finally done, Ed, who had noticed Winry seemed a bit cold after getting her clothes wet, handed her the white hoodie he had worn earlier.

“Here. You probably need it more than I do,” he said awkwardly, and Winry took the hoodie happily, enjoying the softness against her skin.

“Thanks.” Winry smiled and sighed of relief when she saw her granny finally leaving them alone.

“About that earlier…” she said quietly. “I think we should do that again sometime.” “Yeah, when the old hag isn’t nearby.” Ed stated. It was the second time that day they agreed on something.

…

Five days later, Ed, Al and Winry were waiting for Winry’s train to arrive to the Resembool station. Ed had secretly wished Al would let him walk Winry there alone, but unfortunately the younger Elric had been bored and wanted to take the opportunity to tease him mercilessly about his new relationship. Pinako had of course told him about the events of the laundry room, and after that Ed’s life had been a “living hell” (a couple of times Ed had thought fighting a Homunculus was easier than facing both Al and Pinako who always had those knowing smirks on their faces when they saw him, looking ready to taunt him). To Winry, Al had told that he was happy for them, and that he had been wishing his brother would finally admit the inevitable.

As they were standing at the platform, Winry noticed that Ed was staring at her with a weird look on his face.

“What?” she raised her eyebrow.

“What what?” Ed asked.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Is something wrong?”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“Oh.”

Winry was wearing the very same hoodie Ed had given her in the laundry room, not even realizing there was anything weird about it. When she had picked her outfit for that day, she had been pretty nervous about the upcoming evaluation with Garfiel (although Ed had claimed she was already better than anyone in Rush Valley), and the hoodie had seemed comforting in that moment. Maybe it made her feel that way because it was Ed’s, she had concluded in her mind.

“It suits you.” Ed said when Al ran a little farther to pet a cat that was walking by.

“Huh?”

She wasn’t used to Ed giving her such direct compliments, but she definitely wasn’t going to complain about this change.

“Do you mind if I keep it?” she asked then.

“Naah, I have plenty of them in my wardrobe…” Ed rubbed the back of his neck in a way that had become familiar to Winry during the years they had known each other.

“Good. Oh, I guess this is it,” she noted when she saw the train approaching the station. “Hey, Al, I gotta go!” she yelled at her friend who was now holding the cat in his arms and waved at Winry with its paw. “I’ll see you later! Please don’t traumatize that cat!”

“You know I wouldn’t!” Al yelled back and set the poor feline that had been meowing loudly back down.

“See you, Winry,” Ed said and snuck a kiss on Winry’s cheek when he saw Al wasn’t watching. When Winry was lifting her luggage into the train, he took a deep breath and added: “And don’t forget: I-I lo-love you.”

“What?” Winry genuinely didn’t hear what he said because the train was whistling loudly, signing the passengers it was about to leave.

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering… but clearly, that failed.” He said much louder, not noticing Al was now in the hearing distance.

“Silly. Love you too,” Winry said before stepping inside the train and waving the brothers through the window.

“Aww, brother, I didn’t know you were so sweet!” Al said when the train disappeared from their view.

“Fuck off, Alphonse.” Ed growled, his face almost the color of burgundy.

[write-this-way-please]

Problem Solved II

Problem Solved II [It seemed your little solution may have complicated your problem │Christian Yu │DPR Live]

◇ Problem Solved I 

You’ve really only made two promises to yourself your entire life. And you lived your life by these promises. No matter what. And as childish as it may seemed, you carried them in your heart.

Promise number one, you’d never give up on a dream.

Promise number two, Christian Yu was your best friend for life.

And right now, any chance of being clingy immediately jeopardizes promise number two. How were you going to not be clingy to your own best friend? Anything that you deemed normal, now seemed too much.

When you weren’t at work your days were filled, at his apartment, or his office. He was the first person you called in the morning, first person you called before bed

Pacing back and forth you groaned. Christian was right, your first time wasn’t all that bad. If anything it was…tiring. How did people do that on a regular? Sure it felt good. But so did sleep. You just kinda felt sticky and heavy. But there was a lot of it that was… You bit your lip thinking about how Christian’s lips, ghost against your body. A warm blush creeping on your lips. “No! No. It was just a favor. A favor between friends. Amigos. Homies.” you sighed. “Yup…friends…like fixing a spare tire.” you flopped onto your couch and groaned. “What the hell have I done….”

He’d always been a first for you. 

When you were kids he was your first kiss. He was probably five or six when he just pecked your cheek in the middle of your play date. When you were in middle school and no one asked you to the dance Christian was the first one to take your hand and lead you to the dance floor. And when you were in high school he was the one who consoled you after a bad date and taught you how to kiss. He was always there and nothing ever got awkward so why was this any different? Why did this change anything?

Every magazine and website recommended cutting ties with a one night. No calls, no second chances, no nothing just move on. Most of the suggested finding a new partner immediately.

And if you could find a partner a partner in the first place, then you wouldn’t have had to hook up with Christian. Covering your face with your arm you groaned yet again. It was like every time you closed your eyes you were met with the memory of Christian between your leg, and honestly, you weren’t that mad about it.

Squirming you clenched your legs together as your hand drifted down your thigh. “Asshole…”

Seriously what has he done to you?

It wasn’t like you didn’t have sexual fantasies before, they just weren’t of Christian. Well- that’s not necessarily true….They just usually weren’t of Christian.

Hearing your front door swing open, you yelped sitting up. Trying to play off any proof of wandering thoughts. Although you did find it kinda odd that you were more focused on playing off your fantasies then worried that someone just entered your apartment.

“What up~” Scott chimed, making a bee line straight to your kitchen.

“Scott, ya know. This is called breaking and entry.”

“Nu uh.” he poked his head out of the door way, offended by the accusation. “I have a key.”

“Where the hell did you get a key?!”

“Oh, I told your landlady I was your brother and was locked out, when you were at work.”

“Note to self, I can’t trust that Old Hag with shit.” you rolled your eyes, watching him rummage your kitchen. “Can I help you?”

Grabbing a bag of chips and a beer he flopped on your couch. “Nah, I just came to grab a snack- Oh and Christian said he left his lens here so he sent me to grab it.”

“…oh…. So…Christian…didn’t want to come over?” yup. You knew it. Things were weird between you two, why else would he be avoiding you. “Was he busy or something?”

“Not really. I thought he was just being a lazy ass. Not that you even lived far, but whatever I was bored at the studio so I didn’t mind grabbing it. Where is it anyway?”

“I mean- Why didn’t he just ask me to drop it off? He always does that.”

“I dunno man. Something happen between you two or something?” he shoved a handful of chips in his mouth.

“No! Why did he say something?”

“Chill man, I’m just here to get a lens.” he raised a brow “But you’re both being kinda weird. Trouble in paradise?”

“What does that mean?”

“I dunno you two are like the crew’s mom and dad. We all feel it when you two get weird. So whatever it is just deal” he chuckled.

And very rarely could you say that Scott was right. But he had a point. You two could just deal Christian had been your best friend from the beginning and nothing was going to change that. If anything you two should be closer.

“You are absolutely right Scott!” you stood up “We’ll deal”

One week.

One whole goddamn week.

You did everything in your power to just deal and make sure things went back to normal. You tried texting him, calling him, dropping by his apartment. But suddenly Christian went ghost. It’d been a whole week and you hadn’t heard a single word from him.  

He was actually ignoring you.

You knew when Christian would freeze someone out, and he was doing it to you. Christian was the type of guy that no matter where you were he’d always make time for you. If he didn’t answer your call it was because he didn’t want you to.

And you’d be damned if you let him sleep with you and ignore you.

Knock

Knock

Knock

You practically kicked at the DPR office to get his attention. “Christian Yu! You better open this damn door!” you huffed. “You have some nerve ignor-”

As the door swung open you were surprised to see Dabin smiling at you “Hey- you alright?”

That damn charming smile distracted you enough to make you forget about Christian. “I…Um…Hey” you smiled tucking your hair behind your ear. “Is Christian here?”

He chuckled. “You don’t actually sound like you want to see him.” You stammered with your words, trying to get out a clear thought but he opened the door more, ushering you inside. His hand going to the small of your back, until you took a seat on the couch. “I’m not Christian-Hyung, but you can try talking to me” he gave you this shy smile, cocking his head to the side.

“Dabin…you’re sweet. It’s just…Personal and stupid honestly.”

“If you’re upset, I don’t think it’s stupid…But if you don’t wanna talk to me about it then I hope you’ll let me distract you” he gently placed his hand on your knee and you remembered just exactly why you were so smitten with him.

“And how were you planning on doing that?” you smiled softly.

“How about lunch annnnnd the arcade?”

“Why the arcade?”

“To be honest you look kinda pissed and there is that punching game they have”

“It almost sounds like you’re asking me on a date”

“Well I mean- If the answer is yes then I am asking you on a date, but if the word date makes you uncomfortable and I’m just embarrassing myself then maybe we can just say it’s two friends getting lunch and we ignore the whole-”

“Date is fine” you laughed as he rambled on it. It was such a cute nervous habit and you loved every second of it.

“Really!?”

His reaction was so genuine and sweet it made your heart flutter. “Of course”

“You busy now?” he gave you that charming smile.

“I usually dress up nicer on a date Dabin” you laughed “I wouldn’t want you to miss out on the full experience.”

“I wouldn’t want that either” he laughed. “How about this, I’ll pick you up at 6 We can make it a dinner date?”

Looking at your watch you raised a brow. “That’s really soon.”

“Let’s just say I’m eager to see you again”

“Then I should probably get ready” you laughed as he walked you to the door.

“You’re really cute when you smile like that.”

You couldn’t help to get all bashful. He made you feel like a teenage girl. “Thank you.” you couldn’t even look at him, it was so embarrassing. “See you tonight.” you mumbled, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I’ll see you tonight.” he opened the door, letting you out making you bump right into a very familiar hard chest. “Christian?”

He looked just as confused to see you “What are you doing?” Perhaps confused wasn’t the right expression, annoyed? Inconvenienced?

What are you doing here? He’s ignored you for a whole week and that was all he could say. And for some reason it made you livid. Whatever reason he had for ignoring you wasn’t going to be good enough. Looking over your shoulder you grabbed Dabin’s hand. “Never mind, let’s just go now.”

“Now?” he couldn’t help but look between you two, confused, but followed you nonetheless.

To Be Continued~

Dun dun dun~ If you liked it lemme know~

[sirjustice1240]

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[rnainframe]

Too Bright - Alan Wake AU Drabble

Mild American Nightmare ending spoilers, for anyone who cares about that!

The familiar hum of distant static is gone. He feels off. Power once surging through him at all times ebbs away, weakening with each breath. Shadows wreathing his form sizzle and dissipate with the rising sun.

…the sun. He needs to get somewhere dark — a hotel room, the woods, somewhere. At least he seems to be close to the woods, judging by the very nearby sound of the breeze disturbing leaves.

He feels heavy and groggy; his head is stopped up with metaphorical cotton, the dull ringing of what humans call a migraine making him unwilling to do much but futily try to will himself to move away from the growing amount of uncomfortable light.

He presses the heels of his hands into the dirt, clammy fists balling grass between his fingers for some leverage as he tries to push off the ground. His ears ring and vision blurs as a direct ray of sun dazzles him at the new angle he's sat himself at, a painful motivator to force himself up quicker.

Now sitting up and resting wearily on his knees, he silently thanks a thick tree branch for casting a shadow over his head, cooling the painful heat buzzing around in his temples after waking up face-down on the edge of the woods. He looks down at himself, lip curling ever so slightly in distaste at dirt and grass stains rubbed into his rather expensive outfit, sticking out like fresh bruises. Sure, he's experienced with getting tough stains out of clothing, but they're annoying.

Memories he recognizes to be not his own (did someone in this hick-infested hovel pop his name in something? That's the only explanation he can think of for that.) interfere with ones he's grown used to, only worsening what he can only describe as the sensation of a terrible hangover. That is, implying as if he's ever had to experience that type of thing before.

And he hasn't.

Fuzzy images linger in his mind: some sort of hand-waved reasons as to why he's waking up here, why he's here at all, where he's been. Who wrote this crap? It's just lazy. Rushed. He's seen writing like this in him before, when that old hag had him under her spell, but that couldn't possibly be it.

He's not comfortable with how human these fleeting memories make him out to be.

The only thing human about him is the fact he's sentient and looks like —

…he should be dead right now. He got torn apart by fake sunlight blasting from a movie reel. In Night Springs. A fictional town that only existed for one night three times in a row. Yet here he is, in the outskirts of Bright Falls, a very real town that exists every night and every day.

A sly smile curls up the corners of his mouth. Right. He should be dead. But he isn't.

He grabs onto a low-hanging branch, rising to his wobbly feet by clinging to it and pulling, using an arm to shield his eyes from the sun. Isn't there something he can use to help that? Sunglasses, is that the word? Not that he can find any without having to figure out which direction the town is in.

Oh well. Might as well attempt to get there.

He pushes off the tree, going deeper into the trees, giving an exaggerated sigh of relief as he can feel energy returning to him, thanks to a sheath of darkness. It's not nighttime level shadow, but enough to make him almost forget about the fatigue from minutes before.

In no time at all, he's stepping out of the trees once more, the shadow of a delivery truck protecting him from the unpleasant morning light. It isn't as intense, now that he's more awake, but it still makes him feel wrong standing in it. But it isn't killing him. That's new. He can get used to that.

Before him stands a small diner. He's been there before, wearing the same face but different clothes. Laying low. Giving old “friends” a taste of having their missing author buddy back, only to relish in their second-guessing, their assumptions that they were seeing things.

A hand shielding his eyes from the sun, he tries to eyeball who's in there from afar. No one too familiar, as far as he can tell, but something in his gut makes him question whether he should go in at all. That's a new emotion. Anxiety? Nervousness? Ugh.

He approaches and steps inside, internally recoiling at the loud chattering already going on inside. The sun is barely up, yet…

Someone notices him. He puts on a grin. Oh, boy. Back to the old antics, shall we?

“Oh my God! Is that really you?” A fan. Excellent.

“I sure am! What, do you want an autograph or something?”

The eager fan nods, pulling out a pen and — Alan doesn't do TV anymore.

“...wait, what are you making me sign?”

“You… are him, right? I can't remember your name— embarrassing, right? It's on the tip of my tongue— but aren't you the twin of that author that's in town? I'm a big fan of Night Springs. Never expected to meet an actor from it, though..!”

His blood turns to ice. He fights the impulse to grab this kid by the neck and squeeze. Keep up the act, he thinks to himself. Act like it's just another day in the life. Figure out what the hell is going on later. Attention is attention.

“You got me! Just call me Scratch, kid.” He takes the pen, clicking it. Huh. So that's what “Scratch” actually sounds like.

“I can't believe I got to see both the Wake brothers in person!”

This better not be permanent.