raw-law · 4 months ago
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Pride months over (unfortunately), and ill be back in school by the end of july.. I HATE HIGH SCHOOL T-T
Im a smart kid according to what my other classmates say and they think i just get by easily (I DONT). I hate our school system so much i even considered my career in the department of education ^_^
Every single day i wake up at around 4 ish, i dont even set an alarm anymore because my eyes just automatically open around those times since i got used to doing all the time. My house is pretty far from school and bc the road is kind of narrow, traffic jams happen alllll the time so i had to leave early too. Did i mention how HOT it in our country, like regardless if its summer or not it feels as if you're a rotisserie chicken in a microwave. There were at least 13 or 15 students who fainted due to heat stroke and im one of them. One of the guys in my class were playing basketball and fainted during a match bc of heat stroke, when he woke up they still made him play :// we have to arrive at school before 6:40am, the gate closes after.. no, we dont have school buses for some reason. Everyday the teachers expect us to know every lesson so we would get to do quizzes right after the lecture. We have 10 subjects in total and everyday we have homework. Every two weeks we have exams. After those exams we get back to the lectures but we have projects that are due right before exams, we have 1 project per subject but nc we have to finish it before exams, that'll be 2 weeks. So 10 projects done in 2 weeks, along with homework. School ends at around 4pm but since i live a bit far + traffic, i arrive home at 6. I do chores for an hour and i have to eat dinner so i finish at 8 ish. I have to do my projects and homework for 4 hours which is barely enough time (i make up for it during lunch break so i tend to forget to eat which leads to me not understanding the very short lessons the teachers give). For 1 hour i study my current lessons and if i have time i advance study future lessons. I go to sleep at 1am. Once a month, our class gets an earful by teachers because we dont finish our tasks and we'll eventually fail. Aughshhhhhhhh Ill have to repeat this cycle for a couple more years but i genuinely hope theres a better school out there that ill like that wont treat me like garbage.
Anyways, Light, L, if you guys put yourselves in my shoes, do you think you would survive a whole year studying in my school?
L:
honestly, that sounds a lot like the experiences i've had with the educational system, save for the part about heatstrokes. (that sounds... highly concerning...)
i ended up attending a college preparatory school after passing the qualifications needed to get in. seems very similar to the circumstances you seem to be facing. waking up at 4 a.m., getting home two hours late because of traffic, taking quizzes right after lectures and overall just being expected to stay at the top of everything. very hellish overall, and that's only school. that's not even taking account the rest of life's cruelty.
i was lucky to make it out with a 4.0 last year, but it came at the cost of.. well. revolving life around academia and nothing else.
so, to answer your question, i do think i'd survive since i know what it's like to be in your shoes. you're definitely not alone in this suffering. however, since i understand said suffering, i would never willingly go through another version of it unless i was gaining something incredibly worthwhile, and i'm also deeply sorry that you have to experience such a horrid system at all.. good luck, soldier.
Light:
Well, actually, our school system here is rather notorious for producing gifted burnout kids, though we did score first for Math, Science and English in some standardised test whose name I can't remember.
It's hard, honestly. We're expected to plan school events and study and organise things among our classes and participate in school clubs and take third language classes. And since our school is the top school in my country we're learning things that normally we'd only learn 2 years later. At least, that's been my experience. And I know classmates who can't take the stress and have breakdowns one day, or who go to the toilet and cry because their A1 grade isn't a 'high enough A1). This is my second year in this school, and for the first I've been lucky enough to maintain the highest grades for all my subjects, but this year it's getting harder and the only way I'm getting through it is by studying.
You're definitely not alone. Hopefully it'll come as more of a comfort if you know we're all in this together. You can do it! And good luck, we're always here for you if you need it.
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i woke up, went on tumblr.com like one does, and the first thing i see is “to you, with love” reblogged for me. 
so i closed the app. screamed a bit into a pillow. and came back to write this.
THE THING IS.. i read that work, im pretty sure i even left an ask but it was more shy, timid (?)in a sense - “thank u, this was beautiful ,i cried.”cuz i was overwhelmed lol <- the lol is to make is seem more causal as if my heart didnt feel like it was punched ^^
but i remember vividly going through heeseung hashtag and seeing this for the first time.. and the title was cute, i was like “oh fluff”. i had not read the genre or warnings notes before diving into it….
so u can imagine my reaction to this sentence…
“however, heeseung’s death changed that for you.” BTW  ofc the best time to read angst its dead into the night with taylor swift playing on my headphones :>
if i remember correctly, you deleted it (?) and then posted it again? i read it the very first time it was uploaded. this might have been a changing point cuz i didn't read angst.. not in it full potential like that before this and know im knees deep 
i finished reading it. and time kinda froze. the concept of hearing the voice of the love of your life. when things were good, were fine. i wept. BUT hearing them talk about what future could hold for both of u? knowing what u know now? literally curled with my phone in my hand and bawled my eyes out
promises… the forever heartbreaking factor of life.. what are they? meant to be broken or kept.. maybe neither.. i hate them… they give false hope for those who long and yearn to be reassure and make u believe that a single person could hold such a power over the universe… well, heeseung certainly couldn't.. no matter how genuinely his heart was beating while he said “forever”
wow, im in my feels again, i just loved it, truly loved it and cherished it for so long, in my own little world with spiraling thoughts about this, 
thank u thank u thank u  thank u!!!!!!!!!!! ur works mean the world to me
im sorry for making u sad with my ask, but i cant help it :] u made me feel too much !!!!!!!!!!
i loved the poem. the flashbacks from the fic hit me like a truck. whats ur favorite poem? ^^ i would love to read some if u have a recommendation
thanks for the little career stuff note, i appreciate it a lot truly
thank u in general, ure the coolest writer,  love u too 
ps. hee angst ?? i might die tho
                                               - > swift anonie ♡♡♡
ANON MAY I INTEREST YOU IN ANOTHER THOUGHT I HAD . about 'to you, my love' being set after 'if lovesick was a person' 😁😁 IT FITS SO WELL im so devastated actually . and that's why they tell u to read the warnings but who am i to say bc i straight up jump to the content ( i like surprises ) also i didn't delete it, my brother deleted my whole acc before i remade under the same user and reposted it 😭 oh but im so honoured that was the beginning of your angst reading arc, you should not be missing out on such a genre
and ur thoughts on promises, umm i can't say you're all wrong but i think they can serve as a driving force to do something? like some sort of motivation, or a reason idk . obvs, not saying that empty promises should be made. actually i dont have any opinion here, head empty. please never apologise for sending sad asks or wtv, i enjoy reading ur thought processes ure really really cool 🫵💗 as for poem recs hmm; i wandered lonely as a cloud by willian wordsworth, cadabianca by felicia dorothea hemans, la belle dame sams merci by john keats, rain before dawn, on a play twice seen and marching streets by fitzgerlad ( anything by him and emily dickinson is worth reading ) that's all i have on the top of my head
and no, thank u for taking ur time to write these asks, you're even cooler than me fr ☝️
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pinkopalina · 2 years ago
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stone being in a bad mood and robotnik noticing and wanting to cheer him up, even if it's hard for him to access any of his sappier, stupid human feelings. so he starts by making some smartass comments about other people being dumb, throwing out puns and insulting them the way stone likes. nudging in a compliment if he can help it; that he really couldn't be upset with the idiots they were surrounded with because truly nobody could help being far stupider than they were. and stone does smile, briefly, but it fades away just as fast, and robotnik has to be like hm 🤔
so robotnik sends him out on a fool's errand (for one, to get him out of the lab for a bit. maybe he just needs some fresh air and to listen to some tunes he likes while driving around? always makes robotnik feel better as he's cussing out blind old farts to go back to their horses and carriages) and stone returns and sees a cup of coffee on his desk made the way he likes it (black! just like lee ;p) and a sticky note with a scribble on it that says "cheer up!!!! D:<" on it. the expression he draws is god awful, exaggerated and quite silly, and anyone else would think it was a warning, but because stone likes his coffee without foam, and the doctor can't draw quite like stone can...
so stone smiles again at the gesture, inspecting the sticky note and tucking it into an inner pocket in his jacket; his eyes soft as he touches the lip of the coffee cup with coffee just the way he likes in it. but he's still in a bad mood so his face quickly goes back to its blank, dead expression before he takes a sip and then robotnik really has to be like hmmm 🧐
so it's getting late and stone is winding down at the end of his shift/the night, because it's easier to just always be around the doctor anyways. he could go home? but he doesn't keep anything important at his apartment anymore, it's all in a room robotnik lets him use, and even the electricity has been turned off for weeks with how often he's stayed over with the doctor. robotnik had made a deal with his complex and paid off his rent in advance for a whole year, just so stone could focus on work. (he claims.) stone is lost in thought when he feels a familiar hand punt against his side and tear him out of it, so he coughs, the doctor standing innocently beside him as if he hadn't just whacked his assistant in the ribs. and then the doctor's like "you only smiled twice today. what's the deal."
stone just kind of looks at him and searches his eyes for a second. he thinks about talking about it, it's not like the doctor can't guess already. but he decides against it and returns his gaze to whatever dumb task he was doing and says "nothing at all, doctor."
"do I look like I'm interested in farming, stone?" he pauses. "because I'm not buying your bullshit."
stone's eyes squint and his lips curl upwards; he can't help but smile. he loves when robotnik makes jokes like that. everything robotnik does makes him smile.
in turn, robotnik smiles widely and brightly in triumph; and he bites his tongue between his teeth, pointing at stone in a wildly victorious pose. "there it is! doesn't evil feel better when you can be happy about it?" robotnik wraps an arm around stone's shoulder without giving him time to react, and he tugs him close, his free hand adjusting stone's lapel between his finger and his thumb. stone is silent as he looks forward, squished against the doctor and his arm, always too afraid to ruin the moment, always blissed out just by existing as part of whatever the doctor throws at him. "y'know maybe the suit's squeezing all the joy out of you. this shirt's a little tight, isn't it?" he pinches and prods at stone, then, somewhere between a jab and a tickle, and stone can't help but bark out a laugh. he didn't mean to ... but robotnik elbows him playfully, smirking as he lamentably lets stone go. "there's my agent. needs a tune-up every now and then to work properly," -- because sure, that's what this is all about, -- "because he's just a feeble little human after all 🙄, but," and robotnik puts his hand on the side of stone's face, catching him off guard for a moment. robotnik's thumb presses up into the corner of his mouth just a little bit, the white of stone's teeth poking out just beneath the softness of his upper lip. "I've determined I like it better when you smile." robotnik lingers for only a second, and stone's heart doesn't have time to thud even once in his chest before the doctor pulls away again and turns to leave. he speaks as he's walking, knowing stone will catch every word. "be in a better mood when you come to work tomorrow. maybe wear something comfortable!" he shrugs in the doorway and then grips the doorframe, looking over his shoulder as he says one last thing. "you need to lighten up. and if it takes casual Fridays for you to do it, then so be it."
the doctor turns and the door shuts before stone can answer, and when stone is sure he won't see, he touches disbelieving fingers to his cheek. and he smiles.
"yes, doctor. of course."
this time it doesn't fade away.
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azenkii · 4 years ago
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Sokka/Suki/Zuko Brotp Headcanons
These three are a god-tier brotp and i'm here to prove it
100% that one friend group who does the stupidest, most impulsive shit but they’re also super nerdy at the same time?
Like they'll be left alone together and you can guarantee that by morning they'll have broken into several heavily guarded government buildings. But like,,they didn't even steal anything important? they just wanted to see if they could find bosco's birth records and figure out why he's a regular bear
The last time they got drunk together they woke up on the Beifongs' roof in librarian's robes with a fully labelled diagram of a nonbending submarine in front of them
Suki and zuko braid each other's hair and sokka got jealous that he couldn't join in so he grew out his hair until it was long enough to braid
Suki teaches zuko how to fight with kyoshi warrior fans and he's absolute shit at it
In return, he teaches her how to fight with dual broadswords and she is not shit at it, which zuko thinks is unfair
all three of them spar together, all the time
sokka’s the unofficial leader of the group
he’s almost always the one who suggests the dumb/smart ideas
suki and zuko are pretty much on the same wavelength as him when it comes to plans so whenever he suggests something it goes like
sokka: so you guys know the new ozai society? well i was thinking about the pipes under the city-
suki: that’s a great plan. dibs on scouting the eastern block, zuko can you-?
zuko, nodding: the night market? on it
no one else can ever eavesdrop on their conversations because they just don’t make sense
the story of their escape from the boiling rock becomes legendary and they make a game out of retelling it. every time someone asks about it they’ll add something new. eventually the story ends up involving a platypus bear named Mai II, Chit Sang’s identical twin, a rope made out of bedsheets and three separate riots
sokka and zuko thought for a solid year that suki didn’t really like drinking because she always ended up relatively sober whenever they went out. turns out she drinks more than both of them combined and she’s just really, really good at holding her liquor
the amount of decrees they’ve passed while drunk is honestly ridiculous. only half of these decrees were cancelled afterwards because the other half actually made sense
suki once genuinely threatened to throw hands with one of zuko’s ministers. her reasoning was ‘he kept making weird faces whenever sokka suggested anything’
sokka and suki once ganged up against zuko. they called it ‘nonbenders solidarity’
zuko retaliated by creating a super-secret best-buds-only handshake with toph and they did it in front of sokka and suki whenever they could. sokka and suki eventually went ‘okay OKAY we GET IT also can you please...teach us the handshake it looks really cool’ and zuko was like ‘hm. no i dont think i will’
he then proceeded to drive them insane by immediately teaching the handshake to everyone he knew. aang? knew it. katara? knew it. mai and ty lee? knew it. every single one of his ministers knew it. the kyoshi warriors knew it (and wouldn’t tell suki). hakoda knew it. iroh knew it. that random regular visitor to iroh’s tea shop knew it.
sokka and suki gave up on ever learning the handshake. exactly one (1) day later zuko and sokka were playing their own modified version of pai sho with suki watching them and then zuko just casually went ‘so now that you’ve given up do you want to learn the handshake’
sokka and suki went FERAL and suki flipped the board
sokka: HOW DID YOU KNOW WE GAVE UP
also sokka, exactly 0.02 seconds later: also yes please teach us the handshake sifu hotman
the handshake is the stupidest most needlessly-complicated thing in the world but they learn it anyway and they don’t stop using it for approximately a month
and oh did i not mention that they made their own version of pai sho? they call it die sho and it features 16 homemade tiles and a set of rules that only suki understands. one game can last anywhere from 2 minutes to 2 days
they once wrote a book together under the pseudonym Wang Kyo-Lee. The book was a 500-page rant about plant husbandry. it became a bestseller in the earth kingdom.
they also once did a role swap for a day. zuko dressed up as a kyoshi warrior/the fire lord’s elite guard (complete with makeup to hide his scar), sokka was acting fire lord, and suki was his water tribe ambassador. that was how they discovered that they worked together so much that their jobs were literally interchangeable
there are rumours that the three of them are involved in a poly relationship. when asked, none of them will give a definitive answer
sometimes they’ll just go on holiday to some random obscure place without telling anyone and come back four days later with a frog, three new swords, a crate of theatre props and a valuable compilation of historical accounts that’s been lost for over a century
the most memorable thing they ever brought back was druk, aka a literal dragon
out of the three of them, suki makes the best tea. however, she’s also the worst cook
sokka learnt how to knit and promptly made them matching scarves. the scarves were ugly af but suki and zuko wore them anyway
when zuko overworks himself sokka and suki will literally manhandle him away from his desk and into his chambers, all while lecturing him as he nods sleepily and dozes on his feet
when suki overworks herself sokka and zuko will bring her tea and wrap her in blankets until she eventually falls asleep
when sokka overworks himself suki and zuko will drag him out somewhere under the open air and just sit with him until he relaxes and falls asleep on one or both of them
they have a running joke where suki and zuko will, in the middle of a discussion, go ‘GODS you remind me of this one guy i met while i was travelling’ and then proceed to describe sokka until he realises they’re talking about him
they all have a very dark sarcastic sense of humour that can honestly be alarming to anyone who doesn’t know them. mai thinks it’s hilarious
suki knows how to juggle. she tries to teach sokka and zuko and they both fail miserably
sokka takes them ice-dodging. sokka (once again) earns the mark of the wise. suki earns the mark of the brave. zuko earns the mark of the trusted. 
(does zuko earning the mark of the trusted make him cry? perhaps)
hakoda takes one look at suki and zuko and immediately goes ‘oh ok youre my children now’
zuko can handle himself pretty well in the cold (breath of fire, remember?) but that doesn’t mean he likes it. sokka and suki constantly tease him about it whenever they visit the south pole
zuko once startled suki while she was sleeping and she accidentally chi blocked him. sokka laughed until he cried
they 100% have heated debates about super niche topics
anyway they’re all bffs who may or may not be dating each other send tweet
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ynsimagines · 4 years ago
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Supergirl “Die From A Broken Heart”
This is another oneshot about singer/songwriter B!D. This oneshot is based of a song from artists Maddie and Tae called “Die from a Broken Heart.” I dont any of these lyrics. 
Easter was supposed to be a happy time. A time to celebrate with friends and family, eat a lot of good food and of course chocolate. It was also a time to spend with your s/o. Unless of course you both got into a massive argument a couple days before resulting in him spilling red wine all over your favorite dress and storming out of your Nashville apartment. Apparently you didn’t spend enough time with him you were always too focused on your music or your friends and sisters. 
As if it couldn’t get any worse this morning you woke up to a text that said “we’re done.” You laid back down on your bed and immediately started to cry. Kara must’ve heard you because after a few minutes she was knocking on your door.
“Little one, whats wrong? Can I come in?” Asked your older sister.
“Yes,” you chocked. Forget trying to be tough or putting up a front you just wanted your big sister.
The superhero walked in looking extremely concerned. She knew about the fight you had a couple days ago, and probably was able to guess what happened. She sat down on your bed and took you in her arms as you continued to sob.
“Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry.” She said rubbing your back. Kara wished she could take all your pain away, but unfortunately that was something Supergirl couldn’t do.
“He broke up with me with a text. How does he sleep at night?” You asked.
Kara looked at you sadly, “I dont know babe, but he’s got some nerve breaking up with you that way especially since your big sister is Supergirl.”
This actually caused you to laugh, but then pretty soon you started crying again. Kara looked at you sympathetically moving some hair out of your face.
“How do you get red wine out of a dress?” you asked causing Kara to have a confused look on her face. 
“I dont know baby girl, Eliza will probably,” with that you nodded.
“I’ll call Alex, and we’ll have a sisters day at home.”
You shook your head, “it’s Easter we’re all going to brunch with everyone, you cant just cancel.”
“Our friends will understand, sweetheart.”
“They shouldn’t have to it’s okay, I’ll be fine” you insisted. 
Kara seemed to think about this for a second before letting out a breath she was holding. “Alright little one.”
You both got up and as you went to the bathroom to wash your face Kara went to text Alex and let her know the current situation. When you walked out into the kitchen you saw her making both of you Coffee.
“I have a headache,” you said sitting down at the counter. 
Kara walked over with a glass of water and some aspirin almost as if she predicted what you just said. 
“That’ll be the dehydration,” she responded kissing the top of your head. 
After drinking your coffee you went back to your room and tried making yourself look presentable you looked over at your bed, and noticed your pillow had mascara stains on it. You’d have to ask your mom how to get those out. 
As you got ready for the day you started thinking about your relationship. Sure you’d been pretty busy, but you made an effort to spend time with him, but you also had to make sure you spent time with your friends and sisters. It was difficult to balance work with your personal life especially since you were in Nashville anywhere from once to three times a month, but you always made time for him.
Once you finished getting ready you and Kara headed over to the restaurant where you met Alex, Lena, and Your mom. You would have to wait up for your other friends to arrive.
You hugged all three of them they’d probably heard through the grape vine what happened. “Hey mom, how do you get a red wine stain out of a dress?” The other four women looked at you sympathetically and Eliza seems to think it over for a minute. 
“Boiling water, if that doesn’t work try vinegar,” answered Lena surprising you all. 
“How’d you know that, Lena” asked Kara surprised she was pretty sure Lena had never done laundry before. 
“I’ve had to get out a few red wine stains before” Lena said looking at you sadly.
“What about black mascara off a pillowcase?” Alex reached her hand out and began to rub your shoulder comfortingly.
“The same thing Lena said, Boiling water of vinegar,” answered your mom at this you nodded. 
“Mom, can I come and maybe stay a few days? This weekend or next?” you asked something about being home always comforted you. Your mom grabbed your hand, “you can come anytime sweetheart, I’m always here for you.”
At that the rest of the super friends begun arriving. 
You had managed to mostly put up a front that day. many of your friends knew what happened but you didn't want to be a bummer so you decided not to talk about it. You did however ask J’onn if he could come look at the front door of your apartment in Nashville since it got slammed and doesn’t close right to which he readily agreed, and also subtly let you know you could talk to him about anything. “What are space dads for?”
He also asked if you wanted him to take care of anything and you immediately knew what he was hinting at. You told him no and to keep his pistol in the drawer as mad as you were at your ex you didn't want anything bad to happen to him. You’d have to remember to tell Alex the same thing...
That night you were completely exhausted emotionally and physically. You laid on yours and Kara’s couch with your head on Alex’s lap who decided to spend the night in order to make sure you were ok and your feet on Kara’s.
“Alex?” you asked trying not to cry for the umpteenth time today. 
“Yeah, baby girl?” 
“Can your knees give out from praying so hard?”
Alex sighed sadly seeming to think about it for a minute while she gently rubbed your shoulder. “I dont think so sweetheart.”
“Can you go blind from crying in the dark?” at this your voice cracked. “Was it ever real if he doesn't feel the way I feel?” you sat up now and were full on sobbing Alex sat next to you and wrapped her arms around you from behind. And Kara got in front of you looking into your eyes.
“It was real,” she tells you firmly. “The way you felt was real and that’s all that matters.” 
“I wanna kick myself for falling so hard, can you die from a Broken Heart?”
Kara shook her head and kissed her forehead, “you’re not gonna die sweetheart, you’re gonna be alright.” 
“And were gonna help you get through this,” Alex said also kissing the top of your head. And you continued like that crying in your sisters arms until you fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up from text messages from many of your friends. Nia and Lena both told you they were always there to talk with Nia offering to take you for some retail therapy. Lena offered to take you to lunch to get your mind off things, and Winn said you should get together and have a video game marathon. It made you feel a little better knowing you had so many people there to help you. But you felt like your heart was broken all over again when you checked your FB and saw that your ex had changed his relationship status to single. How could he leave you and move on so easily. 
You went out to the living room where your sisters were making breakfast and handed them the phone not wanting to verbally communicate what happened. 
“Oh sweetheart,” said Alex coming to give you a hug along with Kara. “I promise one day you’ll be able to look back on this,” you cut her off.
“Alex, please dont say I’m gonna laugh about this someday you didn’t see the way he drove away,” Alex looked at you sadly and nodded.
“Okay, baby girl why dont you eat something Kara and I made breakfast you’ll feel better.”
Later that day you went back into your room after rejecting Alex and Kara’s offer to go out on a walk and thought about everything you’d been through this past week. Every conversation and bit of advice you’d gotten and all of your feelings and despite what Kara said all you could keep thinking was “Can you Die From a Broken Heart?” You thought to yourself that it was a great idea for a song, and it made you laugh. You always used music throughout your life as a way of dealing with situations. You grabbed your songbook, a pen, your guitar and got to work
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It was months later your new single “Die from a Broken Heart” had been released by your label not before playing it for your sisters who loved it. The other super friends had now heard it as well and thought it was brilliant. The song was now climbing the charts. You were currently back in Nashville getting ready to film the music video for your song when your manager called.
“Hey Liz, whats up?” You said from the hair and makeup chair.
“Have you looked at the charts recently” said the older women. 
“Not in the last week, why?” You asked curiously.
“I think you should see for yourself” she said excitedly. So you did just that to see your song was now number one on the Billboard country charts, “Oh my god, we did it.”
“No you did it,” said Liz. You’d had songs go number one before, but honestly it never got old. “Liz I gotta go I need to tell my sisters and friends, we’ll celebrate tonight.” 
You facetimed your sisters and they were of course ecstatic and so proud of promising to also celebrate with you when you got back home and you soon got a bunch more congratulations texts from the rest of your friends. 
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It had been a few more months the music video came out and was amazing as well. Everyone loved it and you even made Kara and your mom cry. 
You had just received your platinum record in the mail and your older sisters couldn’t be more proud of you as you were currently getting ready to go out and celebrate at karaoke night with the Super friends.
.
And one year later you won a Song writers award for the lyrics which was a first for your career, and so amazing to be noticed in that way.
“I really have you guys to thank you guys” you said to your sisters and friends before you were going to perform at the award ceremony they had come too. “With all the conversations we had and the advice you gave me you practically co wrote it,” you said making everyone laugh. You cheersed with them before getting ready to go on stage.
“I never did actually get the red wine out of my dress” you said to your sisters afterwards. “But maybe having my heart broken wasn’t such a bad thing.”
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This just hit me while rewatching episode 5 about how Neku and Joshua had to open a wall to get to Udagawa but somehow all these players were already there.
Thanks to @ gramoturtle too for pushing this thought process!
Major Spoilers for the game are under the cut!!
The game makes it clear that where you wake up isn't consistent. The anime kinda makes it clear but not quite as much since they usually wake up in Scramble Crossing or by Hachiko.
However I always assumed all the players would wake up in the same spot. That... doesn't seem to be the case, even in the game.
Firstly I think Minamimoto, for obvious game spoilery reasons pf wanting to be Composer, is singling out Neku and Joshua. Particularly Joshua. But at the same time, needs to get rid of the other players.
If the Game Master has control over where players wake up, I can imagine that's exactly why Neku and Joshua woke up far from Udagawa with a level three wall separating their path to that part of the city while also putting every other player within that area prone to taboo noise attacks.
Its basically an execution of players. He doesn't care about them, just his own goal of getting to Joshua.
The game also implies the reapers have some semblance of control over where the players wake up so this doesn't seem like an 'anime only' thing.
Two points I can think off the bat. Week 1, Day 3 I think, Neku and Shiki wake up in the dark concert hall. There are still players besides them, notably Beat and Rhyme but they don't seem to have woken up in the same spot, implying not all players awake in the same parts of the city.
Second, in week 3 with Beat, when they wake up in the Underpass by Miyashita park, this was an intentional awakening point by Kariya to intentionally stir up memories of Beat's death. Its where Beat is forced to remember his motives and how he failed to protect Rhyme. As for the reason other than plot? I'm not sure why Kariya wanted to do that. He doesn't seem clear in his motives either though and that's another can of worms.
TL;DR. My guess is that Minamimoto intentionally isolated Joshua and Neku from the other players so that he can erase all of them but those two.
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13 Sentinels and their Love Languages
This is really just my take on how each of these characters most strongly express their love platonically and otherwise! ^^ I’ll put explanations in a reblog once I actually finish!
Acts of service:
Megumi Yakushiji
Ei Sekigahara
Ryoko Shinonome Gift giving:
Nenji Ogata
Tsukasa Okino
Tamao Kurabe Quality time:
Iori Fuyusaka
Tomi Kisaragi
Yuki Takamiya Words of affirmation:
Takatoshi Hijiyama
Keitaro Miura
Shu Amiguchi Physical touch:
Juro Kurabe
Natsuno Minami
Renya Gouto
This may change over time as I’m still working on the explanations! 
20 notes • Posted 2021-03-29 02:41:34 GMT
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OMORI KH AU MASTERPOST
This will be updated overtime but here here is the Masterpost for everything related to the AU!
I don't write it in order but I will probably try to make it as cohesive as possible!
General gist of the Story (Intro post to the AU)
The Characters + Designs:
Sunny and Mari
Character Details (no designs) (Hero, Aubrey, Kel, Basil)
Aubrey
Basil
Kel
Hero
Prequel
Sunny acquiring the Keyblade + First meeting with everyone
The Accident:
The Accident and aftermath (+ art of The Accident)
Basil's reaction (also general comments + Mari and Sunny's beta designs)
Post Accident Adventure:
Basil and Omori
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Happy White Day 03/14!  READ RIGHT TO LEFT!
 Here’s an idea I had yesterday! I thought it was a cute idea to have the guys ask Megumi help in making chocolate gifts, esp since her cooking is known to be really good! ^^
Bonus Hijiyama and Okino:
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TWEWY EPISODE 5 in a nutshell
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"If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself" -Me, while writing RiDe fluff until 3am
Richtofen gazed upon the castle that he grew to enjoy over the past few months. At first he was a little hesitant about being here, but as time went by, he actually had ended up enjoying it- well, as much as he could, anyway. Other than the typical zombie hoards and the constant gnawing of hunger in his stomach, the trip to Austria hadn’t been so bad overall. Though, the cold nights were also a pain in the-
“Hey, Doc?”
Richtofen spun around to the sound of the familiar voice of his American friend.
“What is it, Dempsey?”
“Did I interrupt you muttering to yourself?”
Richtofen crossed his arms.
“I may have a couple loose screws, but I definitely don’t talk to myself!”
Tank rolled his eyes, a slight smile on his face.
“I don’t!”
The Marine ignored him. “Anyways, Doc. You told me we could talk later, so…” Tank raised his eyebrows. “...Now’s a good time?”
Damn it. That’s right. 
Dempsey’s been asking to talk to the German for close to a week now, and every effort has been in vain. Richtofen was terrified of the Marine, however, it never used to be like this. Ever since, back in Germany,  he’d catch himself starring for a second too long, or his stomach turning when he walked past and was able to get a subtle whiff of the American man’s unique scent. And he hoped to God he didn’t remember when Tank had kissed him on the cheek that one time they all got a tad intoxicated… 
He didn’t want Dempsey to notice how he has been acting, though he probably already did. This ‘talk’ is probably Dempsey telling Richtofen to back off. To not be so creepy. He didn’t know what suddenly had gotten a hold of him. It was not like the German to grow feelings for someone, especially so soon. After all, this isn’t highschool. There’s no time or place for puny little crushes.
“Nein, Dempsey. I’m an extremely busy man. Please, go bother Takeo.”
Richtofen made a shooing motion with his hand and proceeded to walk in the opposite direction. 
“Oh, come the hell on, Richtofen!”
Tank picked up a wad of snow before packing it into a ball and throwing it towards the Germans back. Without even a flinch after hitting him spot on, Richtofen’s figure slowly faded into the distance, while Tank stood there with his arms crossed, kicking the snow on the ground. 
“He can be such a little bastard. Who does he think he is, acting all high and mighty when…” Tank cupped his hands around his mouth. “EVERYBODY HERE HATES HIM!” he yelled. 
*Later That Night*
The fire felt so warm against the pale skin of the doctor…
This was always the most peaceful time, when they’d all gather around the fire and eat together, clean their guns, and sometimes talk over the events of the day. Nikolai and Dempsey would always have something to say, whether it was them complaining about the meal or arguing about who killed more zombies. Once you looked past the annoyance of the two, Richtofen and Takeo found themselves, more often than not, chuckling at their behavior. 
“...and then there came out big Russian bear-  at least nine feet tall, with razor sharp claws.”
“What’d you do, Nik? Climb up his back and slit his throat?” Dempsey questioned, sarcasm in his voice as if he didn’t believe the story to begin with.
“Not even close! I kept him as pet.” Nikolai said, matter-of-factly. 
The three chuckled.
“I don’t know why you laugh, this is true story. I had him for three years.”
“Okay, Nik. Whatever you say.”
They continued eating among the warmth of the fire, sprouting comments here and there.
Dempsey sat up and stretched, overexaggerating his groan. 
“Well, friends, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.” He said, walking away from the group. “If you need me, don’t.”
After some more time by the fire, the other three men decided to rest as well. Richtofen cleaned all of the cans up while Nikolai and Takeo put out the fire and made sure everything was back in place. 
“I’ll talk to you two tomorrow,” Richtofen said, waving goodnight.
“Goodnight, doctor.” Takeo waved.
*
Richtofen stood by his door, hands on his hips. 
“Do you think it’s funny, American? Do you think it’s funny to annoy me?”
Tank sat there, at the doctors own desk, leaning back in his chair and looking up at him with raised eyebrows and his right leg casually crossed over his left. 
“Do you think it’s funny to constantly blow me off?”
Richtofen let out a single and exaggerated ‘ha’.
“Blow you off? Americans can be so daft! I told you I was busy. Why don’t you run off to bed like you said you were going to, hm? Or does the big bad Marine need to be tucked in?”
“I ain’t going anywhere until you talk to me.”
“Get out before you really piss me off!”
Tank sat up and began to raise his voice. “Talk to me before you piss me off!”
Richtofen kicked the desk. 
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” he practically screamed, his voice echoing throughout the stone walls. 
Tank sat there, looking up at the German’s bulging veins and red face. 
“Why are you so angry?” Tank questioned, almost in a whisper. “I just wanted to talk to you.” the American stood up, moving so fast the chair behind him fell backwards. “No wonder nobody here trusts you.” and with that, Tank walks past the German while purposely shoving him with the side of his body. 
**
Richtofen sighed. He’d been tossing and turning for hours. Though struggling with insomnia is a normal occurrence for the doctor, this time was different. He genuinely felt bad for the American. He slowly sat up and began putting on his boots. He knew where Tank normally slept, so he decided to take a walk and ‘accidentally’ run into his sleeping quarters, (with the subtle hopes of him being asleep so he didn’t have to face the man.)
But sure enough, as he walked by the small cell that Dempsey made his cozy living space, he was wide awake, leaned back against the wall with a freshly lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
Richtofen laughed awkwardly. “Couldn’t sleep either?”
Dempsey slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I slept fine. Just woke up outta nowhere.”
Richtofen started walking closer, eventually stopping about five feet away from his comrade and taking a seat. He sighed, “Look, Demps-”
“I get it, Doc.”
Richtofen looked up at him, puzzled.
“Excuse me?”
“I get it. You’re stressed, you’re confused. You’re under a lot of pressure, and I get it.” Tank took another slow inhale of the cigarette, then proceeded to blow out the smoke. Richtofen’s eyes lit up. “De-”
“But don’t you dare take that frustration out on me for wanting to talk to you.”
Richtofen sighed and looked down at his legs. He was truly ashamed for the way he’d been acting, but he could never in a million years tell Tank why.
Dempsey gestured at the cigarette. “Need a puff?”
“No, thank you.” Richtofen said, twiddling with his thumbs. “I am… truly sorry.” He looked up at the American and met eyes with him. “Truly, truly sorry, Dempsey.”
 
The Marine smirked and stuck the cigarette into the concrete, tossing the butt to the side. 
“I’m free now, if you’d like to talk,” he said, chuckling awkwardly again.
Tank exhaled.
“I just wanted to tell you…”
Richtofen clenched. Here we go. The American’s bright blue eyes met Richtofen's soft green ones, as he met him with a delicate smile.
“I’ve seen how hard you’re working to keep us all on the right track. We’ve all noticed. Whether we trust you or not, that’s another thing. But don’t think we don’t see how much you try…” Tank crossed his arms. “But don’t think I’ve gone soft on ya. I just dont want me to be the one you murder when you turn your back on us.” He winked, and Richtofen chuckled.
“If I were to murder anyone, it’d be that damned Nikolai.”
“Is that a promise, Doc?”
“Oh, it’s a swear.”
They both chuckled, and Richtofen began to feel uneasy, remembering the whole reason he was scared to communicate with Dempsey in the beginning. The feelings were inappropriate… and they were beginning to creep up on the German again. Richtofen hastily got up and began to dust himself off, “Well, nice talk, thank you for your words, but I should really get to bed.”
Tank got up too. “I don’t think you’ll have much time to sleep.” he yawned.
“Ah, it’s always like this.”
Tank slowly stepped in and wrapped his arms around the tired German’s neck, squeezing him almost too hard and practically forcing Richtofen forward. The German, at that moment, was flooded with more emotions than he ever had felt before. What is going on with Dempsey?
Now that Richtofen thought about it, ever since he’d taken the other Dempsey’s soul, he had started acting strange. After the initial cold shoulder towards the German, he almost began acting as if he cares less about what happens to him… like he’d already accepted this was his fate. No- this was not their fate. They would live to see a better tomorrow. Richtofen finally hugged Tank back, even tighter. He ignored the voices in his head telling him he was making a mistake. He needed this, and Dempsey needed this too. He practically felt tears forming in the corner of his eyes. “We will make it out of here, Dempsey. You just have to…” Richtofen choked back the tears that needed so desperately to flow. “...trust me.”
Tank squeezed tighter. 
“I’ll trust you.”
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bakugous-abs · 4 years ago
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Day 5 of Halloween 2020
~Brought to you today by Admin Bomb!
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October First
Halloween. God, Bakugou couldn't tell if it was his favorite or least favorite time of the year. 
No, he definitely wasn't one to wear a costume and go out trick or treating. That time was way past him and he couldn't remember why and how the hell he was able to trust getting candy from strangers. Frankly that whole aspect of Halloween seemed so hypocritical!
Every other time of the year we’re told to not take candy from strangers. Never ever once were we allowed to take candy from them. But on this specific day? Sure! Go right ahead. Infact, take candy from MULTIPLE strangers!! Nothing could go wrong with that.
The countless reports of needles being stuck in licorice and suckers already being sucked in told a different story.
And the fucking  k i d s. They were so annoying. Screaming and running after each other. Throwing a fit when they didn't get the kind of candy they want or when their siblings got one extra piece. The snot and tears. It was so gross.
That part of Halloween, Bakugou said fuck off to.
However the scaring? And the terrified faces? That's something he could look forward to. 
Seeing the look of horror Pikachu got when he prayed on one of his fears was so exciting. The heightened anxiety in the Yuuei hallways made for some easy targets to make scream and run away.
That, is why Bakugou liked Halloween. 
“Yo Bakubro, we’re gonna head out and get our costumes. You wanna come with?” Kirishima barged into his room, flicking on the light.
“Fuck no.” Bakugou cursed. The sudden brightness was stinging his eyes, the red irises struggling to adjust to sudden change. “I already told you last week you dumbass, I don’t do trick or treating.”
Kirishima's shoulders visibly went limp, a pout occupying his lips. “Come on man, it’ll be fun. You even get to scare some little kids.”
“I can do that without the help of a costume. Now get out.”
He huffed. “If you say so, man. We’ll be back later! See ya.” And with that Bakugou's door shut with a click, the lights left on.
The blond cursed the redhead under his breath. Why was it so hard to shut off the light when they leave! He has it off every single time they open the door, so why not shut it off again when they leave!?
Bakugou got up to shut the light off, but stopped in his tracks when he noticed a letter on his neat floor. When did that get there? Did shitty-hair leave it there when he left?
It was a pretty white envelope with a splotch of red to the left of the center. As he got closer he read his name in very intricate cursive. Had it not been for the date in a nice fine print, and the fact that he didn't like anyone and fully expected no one to like him back, in the upper corner he would have assumed this was an old valentines letter.
He picked it up. What the fuck was this doing here? The handwriting was very obviously not Shittyhairs. His was too rough and sharp to ever resemble something like this. 
“10-1-xxxx <3 Bakugou”
Hesitantly, he turned it around and found a wax seal on the back. A simple circle, nothing more.
The letter was ripped open, the wax seal completely forgotten. If the letter inside got ripped, that wasn’t his problem. Unfortunately, the letter went completely unscathed.
He took it out and unfolded it, careful to hold it horizontally in case this was a prank gift from one of the dunces that called him his friend, but there was no such thing. Infact, the letter seemed virtually empty except for right smack dab in the middle. A small word written in what seemed to be a font designed to replicate human writing.
“Hi”
Bakugou's eyebrows crinkled. That's it? He turned the paper over, flipped it back, then turned it over once more. Nothing.
“Such a waste of fucking paper.” He muttered, crushing the note within his palm and lit off his explosions, a caramel scent wafting through the air and black smoke trailing along with it.
He threw what was left of it into his trash, dusted it off his hands, and flicked the lights back off.
Whoever wrote that letter had a pretty terrible sense of humor
~~~~~
October Second
Bakugou woke up the next morning like usual. Stretch, pop his joints and spark a few explosions, then sit up and get ready for school. The letter from yesterday lingered in the back of his mind, still annoyed that someone thought something like that would even be considered funny.
How the hell just writes a tiny Hi on a whole sheet of paper. Its such a fucking waste! It was irritating him more than anything.
That's why when he got a second letter this morning, also slid underneath his door, he just threw it on his bed to be dealt with later. He didn’t need to get any more pissed off about something before going to school and getting pissed off even more. No, that can wait till after he got his homework done.
And it did wait. During the day he completely forgot about the existence of the letter. Going to classes, almost blowing Dekus face off in training, shouting at the group that seemed to be stuck to his thighs, going to more classes. Completely normal.
But when he got home and locked himself in his room to do homework and calm down, he saw the letter on his bed and immediately became pissed again.
He marched on over to it and picked it, opening it in the same fashion he did yesterday and again, the letter managed to come out unscathed.
He opened the paper, preparing to see another waste of paper. Unfortunately the universe was granting his wishes, but not to the extent he was thinking.
This time, there was a sentence, a sentence that made his heart stop for a second. 
“You have lovely skin.”
What. The actual. Fuck.
Who the hell is this? Why are they talking about his skin? How do they know anything about his skin?
Subconsciously his eyes darted around him. Everything looked the exact same. He looked behind him, no one was there. But there was a nagging feeling in the middle of his back, like someone was staring there no matter where he turned.
Fuck this.
His eyes glided toward the balcony. The curtain were wide open. But they were facing the 1-B building. No one could be watching him…
The curtains were closed in a matter of seconds.
~~~~~
October Seventh
The letters kept coming. Every day they got creepier. Complimenting a feature about him and details this person would only know if they got close to him.
He was losing sleep. His eight hour nights shortening rapidly to only around four hours and it wasn't consecutive. 
Yesterday he became so sick of it he grabbed the five letters he had received, first still burnt in his trash can, and stomped down to the lounge room, confronting them of the letters asking whoever it was that was sending them to step the fuck up.
No one had any idea what he was talking about. 
He attacked all the girls first, not physically no, but yelling at them to confess who done it. No dude in their class would have this good of handwriting other than that belly button laser guy.
But he had no idea later, saying Bakugou was not exactly his type, which he got a yelling for as well.
Todays letter… wasnt any better than the last.
"This is almost as much fun as watching you sleep."
He held the latter in his hand, not noticing the grip slowly getting tighter and tighter, and suddenly the ends were crinkled and charred, the only thing left was a single word.
Fun.
~~~~~
October Fifteenth
Bakugou finally cracked and told the teachers about the letters. To say they overreacted was,,, actually just about right.
There were now teachers stationed on top of the buildings, around the perimeter, and on Bakugous floor.
He hated to admit it but having a few pro heroes there eased his edge a little. A felt safer. Safer than he had in the last two weeks.
But unfortunately, that wasnt enough.
For in the middle of the night, to his absolute horror, the rustling of paper was heard across his room.
His body went cold. Eyes wide as all hell. He used his feet to curl all his blanket away from the edges of his bed and under his legs and over his body. 
'Please,' his mind pleaded. 'Please fucking tell me thats not another letter.'
And to his absolute horror, when he sat up, just a little bit… there, visible in the light shining under the crack of his door, was a letter, with the same red heart and perfect cursive handwriting that spelled out his name.
"Please dont scream, they'll hear you"
~~~~~
October Twenty-sixth
Its been a few days since hes gone out of his room. The pros thought hed feel safer in his room where they could keep an eye on him but in reality.
Bakugou didnt feel safe at all.
Everywhere he went his anxiety told him someone was there. With beady eyes that went unblinking just… staring at him. Like he was a slab of meat for a hungry starving lion.
But he wasnt allowed to complain, even though he did, and was expected to remain still. 
He was expected to wait.
Wait.
And wait.
He didn't want to wait. He didn't want to be here anymore.
He was behind on his classes, but he couldn't focus long enough on the work to get it done anyway.
He had nothing else to distract him. Hes read through all his books, played all his games, watched all his movies. There was nothing else to do other than wait like a sitting duck.
So what the hell was he supposed to do?
And while he had his door shut, he finally broke down, tears streaming down his face and fear coursing through his veins as he knew, by the sound of paper sliding under his door, that he wasnt safe anywhere anymore.
"Dont struggle, I hate when they struggle"
~~~~~
October 31st. Halloween Night
Halloween...
Halloween. Bakugou hated Halloween.
He hated Halloween. He hated being scared. Scared all the time. 
He couldnt handle the sound of paper anymore. Not the sound of it wrinkling, folding, unfolding, ripping, he hated paper.
All kinds of paper.
Wrappers, notebook, printer.
It was all terrible.
And now… he can't even handle unwrapping his own candy.
Bakugou hated Halloween.
And has another letter slid under his door, now in direct daylight, and got up and looked at it.
The cursive was now just scratches. The heart too dark to be artificial. 
He opened it, slipping the paper out and reading the note. One word. Tiny in the middle of the paper, resembling the first ever note he got. One word.
'Bye…'
However, this time, when he turned the note over, he found something else. Another word- no, a sentence.
'Till next year… Bakugou Katsuki.'
And just like that, his body ran cold, and his vision went dark.
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sparrowofsong · 5 years ago
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The Water Damage After The Storm
What a Nightmare! - Prologue
Summary:  Ethan (Deceit) has been rather reclusive after recent events, the details of which are a mystery to the other sides. Worried for his well-being, Patton attempts to talk to him and find out what’s going on. He does get a few hints, but they’re really really not great.
Characters: Deceit and Patton. All sides are sympathetic for the whole story.
Warnings: Vague-ish flashbacks with mentions of violence, blood, abuse, and general Bad Things of that nature. Refusal to eat (lmk if i should tag as eating disorder, not sure). Let me know if there’s anything else I should add!
Word Count: 1k-ish
Author’s Note: GUYS. I DID IT. I FINALLY STARTED THE AU I’VE BEEN GOING ON ABOUT FOR  T W O  M O N T H S
For those who haven’t been putting up with my sporadic concept art and constant excited rambling – What a Nightmare! is an AU where Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts never happened. Deceit and Remus came up with a different plan that,,,, worked! Let’s see how this goes!
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Ethan kept his eyes down as he begrudgingly followed Patton into his room, taking a seat at his table. He stared at the small plate of cookies in the center, able to watch Patton sit across from him in his peripheral vision, but refusing to look directly at him.  
Why couldn’t they just leave him be? He’d been just fine with spending the last week alone, savoring the silence he’d gone so long without. If he had it his way, he’d still be doing exactly that. It was better than having to face them. 
“Would you like one, kiddo?” Patton sounded tentatively hopeful. “I made them just for you.“ 
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to glance up at him for a second, hoping he could manage to scan his face for any signs of underhanded trickery without- 
please no fake evil not real not real beat stab push bruise blood break pain lies lies lies anger fear danger please dont hurt huRT HURT HURT 
-regretting it. 
Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, his heart racing as he tried to maintain his composure. He couldn’t stomach a cookie if he tried.
Eventually, he found it in him to respond.
“I’ll pass.“ 
There was a pause. Silence was more unnerving when he wasn’t alone. 
“You… you haven’t eaten in months, kiddo. Not even after you woke up. You didn’t touch anything we sent to your room this whole week.“  
Or rather, the spare room they’d created. Everyone had agreed to leave Ethan’s room be after they found him, and he didn’t exactly protest after coming to. 
“I understand that you don’t want to talk to us, or see us, and that’s okay. I’m sure you have a good reason.” He took a deep breath to steady his voice. “But I can’t just let you starve to death in there. You’ve gotta regain energy somehow.“ 
“Is that so?” Ethan scoffed, back to staring at the table. “Pray tell, Patton, when did you suddenly start caring?“ 
Taken aback by how easily his resentful words slipped out, there was a moment’s pause before his eyes widened in alarm. 
dont you fucking dare please youve done enough sorry sorry pain pain blood too much let me go please no no no sorry sorry ill be better ill be better please no please please nO HURT HURT HURT HURT 
He immediately snapped his head towards Patton, watching with learned vigilance for annoyance, anger, malice, spite – any potential sign of dangerous intentions.
Decidedly ignoring the sting of regret, Patton sat perfectly still as Ethan observed him. He didn’t dare risk heightening his fear, though he had no clue where it came from. That was why they were there, after all. No one knew what had happened, and with each day Ethan refused to see them, refused to eat, refused to do anything but sit alone in the spare room, their concern grew. Together, they came up with a plan that would, hopefully, get him to open up. Even if only a bit. They just needed something to work with so they could figure out what to do.
So, they brought him to Patton’s room and let the two chat for a bit. Among other things, his room caused them to think and talk about the past, and they’d hoped it would help Ethan do just that. It almost seemed to be working, too; that was the most in-character he’d sounded since the court hearing! However, as Patton watched his fear steadily increase, he was starting to wonder if this was such a good idea.
After a few tense minutes, Ethan realized that, at least for now, no harm would come to him. It wouldn’t have taken this long before. He didn’t completely let his guard down, of course, but he let himself relax a bit, dropping his gaze and continuing to watch Patton from the corner of his eye.
Just to be safe, Patton waited a few more minutes before he broke the silence, answering the question ever so softly.
“I started caring when you helped me remember that I should.”
no no no no knife dead body blood accident cant move get help my fault my fault weak useless murderer monster punish pain sORRY SORRY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NO HURT HURT HURT HURT HU RT
“Oh, by all means, let’s discuss exactly what I did to you that day.” Ethan gritted his teeth, trembling hands clenched into fists as he desperately tried to control his rapid, shallow breaths. “It isn’t like I’ve been forced to dwell on it every single day for… how long did you say it was? Seven months?“ 
Patton winced. This was the most he’d told them about the ordeal, sure, but it was obviously a sore subject. It looked like their plan had a few flaws. "Sorry, kiddo. We don’t have to talk about it. If nothing else, though, I do wanna make sure you know it wasn’t your fault. And I’m not angry, or upset, or anything like that. I know it was an accident.”
Ethan opened his mouth to protest, but stopped dead in his tracks once he fully processed the statement. “…How? How can you possibly be that sure? How much do you even… What do you think you know about any of this?" 
"If I’m being honest, not much. We know next to nothing about what happened after we’d forgotten. There’s a few scraps of information about before that, a few details we’d noticed, but…” Without thinking, he reached for the cookies in the center of the table, unintentionally extending his hand towards– 
danger danger grab shove beat stab trapped pain lies lies lies break sharp broken broken gold blood hELP PLEASE STOP STOP PLEASE SORRY SORRY SORRY HURT HURT HURT HURT HU RT H U R T
“NO!”
Ethan cried out in alarm, recoiling with enough force to fall out of his chair. Patton jerked his hand back as he rebuked himself for his carelessness, stubbornly gripping his chair to refrain from helping Ethan up. It was now abundantly clear that it would do more harm than good.
His broken facade of composure now thoroughly shattered, Ethan kept his eyes locked on Patton as he picked himself up and backed away. Every step of his retreat was agonizingly slow; despite knowing he could actually escape this time, he still refused to risk further aggravating the perceived threat.
Patton, however, was not aggravated in the slightest. He was horrified.
"I don’t think we’ve got the whole picture at all." 
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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago
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Congrats on 200+ followers!!! You deserve it!!!!!!!! Can you please do a bakugo or todoroki angst and smut where it’s a villain au and the reader finds out??? Idk I had a dream about it and I immediately thought of you because I know that you’re the perfect person!!! Sorry if it’s not detailed enough Also ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
villain!todoroki shouto x reader
warnings: angst, smut, cursing, villain shouto
word count: 4,437
a/n: oh man, this was supposed to come out with a bakugou part as well because i have no self control and wrote them both. i haven’t quite finished bakugou because i am still adjusting to this new life schedule I have (and my roommate has me sleeping before my crackhead hours so i’ve been writing a lot less, but it will come out i promise!!!) anyways this is kinky public sex. like 100% straight up. i’m a bit nervous if you guys don’t like the smut but it’s the best i can do LMAO enjoy!!! also i dont really know if there was an actual villain au so i made it my own...with inspiration from horikoshi
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Life was hard as a normal civilian.
To be quite honest you were mad that you weren’t blessed with some amazing quirk so you could be a hero. Instead, you had to be successful elsewhere. So you were a second-year university student with a quirk that allowed you to see probability in everything. Which, don’t get it wrong, helped you with multiple-choice tests, but besides the occasional better route to places, it wasn’t that extraordinary. 
Your boyfriend, however, was a hero, and a massively successful hero at that too! With only his hero debut two years ago he was currently the number three hero on the Hero Billboard Charts, it was insane. To be quite honest, you had met him during his debut when you had nearly died because of a villain. It had traumatized you.
You had already despised villains with all your being before that incident.
You had been in an eerily similar situation when you were younger when a villain swept you off the street and held you hostage on the tallest building of Japan. Since that moment, you were sincerely against every and all villains, none of them could be excused in your eyes. Nothing they did in the act of violence was justifiable.
But again, you guessed that the entire morality of people truly changed when people could suddenly do things that normally should not be possible. For instance, one of your classmates could physically remove his eyeballs from his eyesockets as part of his quirk and it made zero sense to you. It was a great party trick, but a terrible quirk.
You felt your hands shake slightly, a wave of dizziness hitting you as you finished walking up the hill. A few years ago, you had started suffering from anemia, your red blood count had taken a deficit hit and no one could explain why. Doctors had seen you countless amounts of times, but no one could explain to you why your blood had suddenly taken a hit. They had run tests, even going as far as culturing your cells in a lab in an attempt to find a solution, but everything was normal. So it left both the scientists and you stumped. Reaching into your backpack, you removed your daily pills to alleviate most of your symptoms and swallowed them before continuing on your way.
You walked up the stairs to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, a simple three-bedroom, with a two-bath apartment that he paid for with his earnings. “I’m home.” You call out, brushing your hair out of your eyes as you dropped your books onto the ground, trading your shoes for some slippers before walking into the common space where Shouto sat in his casual clothes.
“Hi, there,” Shouto greeted you as you groaned softly, trudging over to where he lay, and collapsed onto his lap, “Long day?” He asked, his fingers massaging your scalp softly.
“I had to sit throughout the worst lecture of all lectures because in my philosophy class we were discussing if ‘villains deserved to have second chances after inflicting damage on civilians.’“ You mutter into your boyfriend’s neck as he holds you gently in his arms.
“And your position?” Shouto asked, although already knowing your answer.
“They don’t, if heroes can’t get away with hurting other people without licenses, why in the world would I expect any less for criminals.” You say in a defeated voice as you remember most people in your class hadn’t agreed with your viewpoint. 
“What about if they’re inflicting damage because they got caught and didn’t see any other way out?” Shouto asked, picking away at your thought and you groaned again.
“Instead of being my incredible stupid smart boyfriend, can you just agree with me? Everyone already said everything you could think of and I’m sad.” You pout trying your best to disappear within your boyfriend’s arms. A small chuckle vibrates through your boyfriend’s chest and you can’t help the smile on your face as he places a kiss on your head. He was the best.
You found yourself later that night collapsed onto your shared bed, your face buried in the pillow as you longed for the next day to come. You had no classes the following day, and with Shouto having–at least so far–an open day, the two of you planned on making it a 24 hour date day. You trailed your tired gaze over to Shouto who was standing by the doorframe, his eyes concentrated on his phone, a very stiff and angry look on his face.
“Everything okay?” You ask, your voice muffled with the pillows as you watched Shouto typing away, his attention not on you in the slightest.
“Yeah…” Shouto trailed off, his face set in a small scowl as he turned off his phone screen and walked over to the bed, “The office called in, they made a stupid mistake that I need to… fix.”
You sighed softly, his office was always messing things up and you thought it was very unprofessional of them.
“Hopefully they’ll be able to work it out tonight without you, come on and sleep Shoucchan,” You yawn as your boyfriend comes to lay in your arms. “Just sleep.” You encourage.
“Okay…” Shouto nods his head as he wraps his arms around you as well, and you feel warm as sleep takes over you in the best of ways.
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You woke up to an empty bed, your eyes looking over at the clock on Shouto’s bed-side that read four in the morning, and you were confused. Where was he?
You sat up and quietly walked to the bathroom, but found it empty and it made you even more disoriented, where was he?
There was a low growl, almost a snarl like snap coming from the living room, and you walked over quietly to see Shouto sitting down on your couch, surrounded by villains. Villains you recognized as the ones on Shouto’s debut.
His back was to you, the villains not even the slightest bit aware of your presence as Shouto spoke.
“How the hell, could you mess this up? Again?!” His voice is low, angry, a whole new tone to it, and it was something you had never imagined you could ever hear from your boyfriend. “I supply you with so much blood, and you can’t even produce what I need you to achieve?”
Your breathing slightly quickened as you stilled in the hallway, disappearing back into the shadows.
“I have been taking y/n’s blood for years, and you’re still unable to come up with a resolution. It’s making it seem unusual to me, you aren’t deluding me, are you?” Shouto’s voice echoes through your mind as a choking breath escapes your lips, and you panic as the pleading voices of your boyfriend’s company subsides.
You turn on your heel, running back into the room, slamming the door. 
Your breathing was staggered, your fingers trembling as you heard footsteps in the hallway. “I’ll deal with you later,” Shouto’s voice speaks, “Get out before you can’t.”
You didn’t know who he was talking to at this point, and despite being in only your sleepwear, you ran to the fire-escape of your room and left the house. The sound of the doorknob opening almost screaming through your ears.
You climbed down the ladder as fast as you could, uncaring of the shooting pain going through your feet. Your heart clenching at the revelation of what was being kept from you.
You ran.
And ran.
And ran.
Eventually, you found yourself collapsing in the middle of the street as tears fell down your cheeks, what the hell was happening?
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Your head rose up from your childhood bed weeks later, it had been three weeks since you had last seen Shouto. Three weeks later and your anemic symptoms had all disappeared. Three weeks later and Pro-Hero: Shouto was still a name people loved. Three weeks later and not a single word or encounter with villains or your boyfriend and you weren’t really sure what you were expecting.
Everything just felt entirely wrong.
You still had feelings for Shouto.
Your feelings towards villains hadn’t changed though.
You now hated Shouto.
But you still loved him.
You missed him.
You resented him.
He had violated your body, for your blood, something you couldn’t comprehend as to why. Was everything between the two of you fake? Something created to obtain your blood?
Was everything a deception?
You walked aimlessly to university, your usual friendly personality had been scuffed to death at the moment, and you ignored the hello’s that still came your way. You sat down in your philosophy class later that day staring out the window, uncaring of the lecture that was taking place on the ethical and moral dilemmas that had resurfaced with the introduction of quirks and how even today it was in place. 
Your eyebrows scrunched as you saw a figure in the alley behind the building move into the sunlight, and your face muscles tightened as you saw Shouto standing there. Wearing casual clothing, staring right back at you as if he knew it was you looking at him.
You watched in slight horror as he picked up his phone as if he was signaling something to you, and a small buzz alarmed you of a text notification.
shouto: come here
You felt your blood chill slightly at those words. Why was he finally reaching out towards you? You knew that he knew that you remembered his dark secret. Despite having this information you weren’t going to be telling anyone, especially not anytime soon.
Your hands shook as if you were suddenly anemic again as you quickly grabbed your backpack and left the classroom, ignoring the curious gazes on your figure as the door closed behind you.
What the hell were you thinking? Why were you listening to him? He didn’t deserve to speak to you, and what if it was going to be a threat? You couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen if it was a threat. You would cry for sure, but god, you craved seeing him.
Without even fully realizing it, you found yourself stepping into the alleyway where Shouto was hidden in the shadows by himself. Your fingers tingled with uneasiness as you subconsciously moved your arms to shield yourself from him.
Shouto watched you from his position against the wall, his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulder leaning against the bricks.
God why did you meet him in this alleyway, it was a secluded area on campus already, and if he decided to kill you no one would find your body for weeks.
You begin to mentally panic as you tried to figure out a way to get out of the trap you just walked into. 
“What do you want?” You whisper softly, refusing to look at him directly and you watched as Shouto’s feet shifted as he readjusted his stance.
“I think that’s what I am supposed to be asking,” Shouto’s voice speaks to you, but it seems sharper, so foreign to you, not the man you love.
You moved your gaze to look directly at Shouto who was staring at you, almost curiously, as if you were a subject he was analyzing.
“I have nothing to say to you.” You defiantly assert your facial features set in stone as you refused to let him read any emotion that was racing through your mind.
“Hm, well,” Shouto smirks softly as he takes a step closer to you, and you automatically take a step backward. “You wanna know why I lied about my profession.” His tone suggests that he’s guessing, but you knew he could read you like a book.
A noise struggles in your throat as you refuse to acknowledge his questions.
“Simple. Being a hero is bullshit, what’s the point in being a savior to undeserving people who merited the actions of the everyday villains. It seems wrong, you would never understand, y/n, but that’s okay. Besides, there’s something so liberating doing things that aren’t… expected of you.” Shouto’s voice almost taunts you as your eyes narrow slightly as he takes another step towards you, and instinctually, you step back.
“What else would the opinionated y/n have?” Shouto says as he brushes his shaggy hair out of his eyes, their piercing colors drilling holes into your soul. “Your blood, huh? Now that is something you’ll just love. You see, your probability quirk is amazingly powerful, did you know that? The number of scenarios you can use it is unlimited with the ability to be correct ninety-nine out of a hundred times. Your quirk is good luck, and you were an idiot for never noticing it.”
Now that hit a nerve, and your lip trembled the ever so slightest as an aloof chuckle leaves Shouto’s mouth, another step forward for him, and another step backward for you.
“Did I hurt your feelings?” Shouto smirks again then a sigh leaves his lips, “You had amazing potential, my love, but your anxiety just kept you from achieving everything. So yes, I did seek you out intentionally for your quirk, but you had this fear that I could never get you over, so I had to get your blood in an… artistic way, you can say.” 
You felt like you were suffocating when your back hits the wall, but you don’t react to the feeling of the harsh brick against your back as you concentrate on the man you don’t recognize in front of you. “But of course, why did I need it?” Shouto clicks his tongue as a hand comes to press against the wall next to you, trapping you. “It will act as the ultimate judgment for every person in the world, and we needed a lot, but it turns out I had a vermin in my midst, that’s why it took so long.”
He traces a finger against your face and everything he says slams into you. Maybe you didn’t know Shouto as well as you thought you did, you were in love with a villain after all, but there was something so artificial in his words that after months of feeling numb anger flared within you. You can feel nothing but anger and hatred seeping through you towards this man before you.
“You can’t possibly think you’re superior enough to enact judgment on everyone, because of what? You save a few bad civilians?!” You spat at him finally feeling emotions and energy run through your body as your hands come up to shove Shouto’s shoulders with unknown strength and he staggers back. “Are you fucking kidding me, Shouto?!”
Your face scrunches as he takes a step backward, and now you’re on the attack. “Are you some fucking idiot? You think you can act like my boyfriend for two years and expect me not to pick up personality traits of your own? I can practically smell the anxiety from your body, you dick!” You storm as you shove Shouto again. “Your words are too pretty, too fucking rehearsed, dumbass, you’re a leader by action, you idiot, not by words! God, is someone fucking feeding you that little speech?! You’re a fucking villain, not some martyr, so you can shut the fuck up, and go feed your feeble-minded words to assholes who believe that they are the ones to shape the world! Go tell this sob story to the world, how about to your mom, let’s see how many people fucking agree with you then, Todoroki.”
You feel as if your blood is on fire as you have Shouto up onto the wall, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly opened in shock. Your breathing is harsh, fast, panting, as your eyes glare into Shouto’s eyes that are quickly turning from shock to anger to lust. You don’t even know what’s happening to you until you feel your hands grab the collar of his shirt and slam your lips against his own.
Your lips connect with his lips at every touch in a hard fashion. Your fingers fisted into his shirt as you slam your taller boyfriend–was he even your boyfriend–into the wall. You’re intensely aware of his fingers gripping your hips as your bodies came to be mangled onto each other, leaving no room between your two bodies as you continued this angry kiss.
You felt as Shouto let out a low growl, his weight shifting and he shoved you against the wall. His hands moving from your hips to cup the bottom of you ass, roughly grinding his crotch against yours, and fury went through your body. 
Why did he have to fuck this all up for the two of you?
The kiss was getting sloppy, your teeth clashing too often, breathless heaves panted into each other’s mouths as your tongue slipped into Shouto’s mouth. You defiantly press your tongue against him, not allowing him the victory of entering your mouth as your hands leave your grip from his shirt to grasp onto his hair, tugging on it sharply that makes Shouto let out a tantalizing moan. This wasn’t fair to Shouto, you knew that’s how he saw it, and just as you guessed, he moves his hands to better grasp your ass as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist immediately. His hands removing yours from his hair to slam them up against the wall.
A pained but lustful moan escapes your lips from this action, and you rock your hips painfully slow against Shouto’s crotch and sigh in victory as Shouto removes his lips from yours, “F-Fuck,” Shouto curses, his grip on your hands lessening slightly, and your eyes crack open to see Shouto’s head thrown back, and a mewl leaves your lips at the sight of your man stuttering because of you.
It doesn’t last long as suddenly, Shouto’s lips are back on you, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses trailing down your neck, his teeth biting down almost animalistically with every other kiss, but fuck does it make your toes curl. “Yes,” you praise the man between your legs as you roll your hips against Shouto’s in a way of retribution, and the lust and fury of Shouto’s eyes are connected with yours.
You gasp breathlessly as Shouto’s hot tongue licks slowly between the cleavage of your breasts, combined with the harsh tug of your hair sends your head snapping back, “Fuck you,” You spat, angry with yourself that he knew exactly how to please you in the best way.
“I plan on making you do that for me,” Shouto growls lowly, as you slam your lips back onto his own. 
A muffled cry leaves your lips as you feel his hands go under your shirt and massages your breast harshly through your bra, “Don’t you dare fucking think that this is going to make things okay.” You snap as you grab Shouto’s hands increasing the strength on his already harsh grip on your breasts.
“I didn’t.” Shouto laughs as his head goes under your shirt, and you can only wait helplessly as you feel your bra unclasp and a harsh roll of your nipples between his fingers sends you through another moan. You feel anger resurge through your body as you can feel the victorious smirk on his lips as he bites the sensitive underside of your breast.
With your hips still rolling away on his own crotch, you don’t hesitate as you blindly unbuckle the belt on Shouto’s pants and slip your hand through the waistline, your hand seizing the base of his cock. You hear a hiss from Shouto, and you almost laugh in manically glee of making the man you shouldn’t want tremble. 
“You’re a bitch.” Shouto gasps as he removes himself from your breasts, and goes to press wild, uncontrolled kisses onto your lips. And the coil in your stomach is tightening as he jerks against your pumping hand and rolling hips.
“And you’re a coward.” You hiss as Shouto drops you to the ground, your legs wobbly from the uncontrollable emotions you had long submitted to, the pool of heat in your underwear only seeming to intensify as Shouto slams your stomach into the wall.
“Now, are you going to behave correctly to the big bad villain who has you trapped?” Shouto whispers into your ear, his teeth biting softly onto your earlobe, shoots of tingles resonating through your body as you feel his hand move from your waist to your inner thighs, too close for comfort, not close enough for the relief you desperately sought. 
“You’d be a bigger idiot if you thought I would simply submit.” You breathlessly reply as his fingers trailed up higher, and your hips rolled slightly as his fingers touched between your legs deliciously soft, and you fought another mewl leaving your mouth.
“Ah, don’t stop yourself from making sound,” Shouto grinned against your neck, “Tell the world how much you hate me.”
You could only pant as Shouto’s hand unbuttoned your shorts and let them drop to the ground as his fingers went inside your panties, and brushed against the hood of your clit, “Fuck off,” You repeat as soundless moans leave your lips, your head thrown back again as his fingers slip into your opening, slowly moving as his other hand goes to tease your clit in a way that causes you to bite onto your tongue to contain the pleasure-filled scream ready to leave your mouth.
“Do you want me?” Shouto breathes harshly against your neck as he ground his hard pelvis into your ass, and you could only nod your head as his fingers pumped into you. The heat in your stomach only grow as the coil in you felt tighter as both the pumping and teasing intensified, “Fuck, love, aren’t you just fucking wet as always.”
You let out an exasperated cry as his fingers leave your dripping sex, and you can only watch with hooded eyes as Shouto brings his fingers to his mouth, slowly licking your juices off his fingers. “Fuck me with the same passion you have in hating me,” Shouto whispers as he twists your neck to kiss you in this twisted position, and you moan as you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue, and before you can even savor the feeling of his tongue on yours, his jeans are bunched by his knees, and you’re completely bent over, your underwear joining your shorts on the floor.
“You want this, you want me?” Shout asks again his voice almost a growl, his facial features intense as he drops his own underwear and is stroking his already pre-cum leaking cock. 
“I swear to god, Todoroki,” You hiss staring at the man who had your heart seem almost unsure of what was the right thing to do, “If you don’t finish what I started, I will never forgive you.”
That’s all it takes, and the uncertainty in Shouto’s mind is made up and all you could do is let out strings of curses as he slams into you from behind in one quick movement. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” Shouto groans as you pant, your hands shake against the wall, god did his dick in you send you to another planet.
“Fucking move already, pussy.” You snarl and smirk as Shouto takes it as a challenge as starts thrusting his hips, ready to kill any doubt you had in your mind.
And then you could do nothing but scream out encouragement as Shouto’s hips slam into yours, harshly, at speeds you never envisioned the two of you reaching before.
Every thrust sent you grasping for support on the brick wall as he continued thrusting into you, his fingers gripping you waist as curses leave his lips.
Your jaw drops and a shrill gasp leaves your mouth as the coil in you tightens significantly at a certain angle he comes in, “Like that?” Shouto laughs although you could hear no humor in his voice as he comes in at that angle again, and you can barely control the sob of pleasure that rips out of your mouth.
“Sh-Shouto!” You arch your back and despite the position, Shouto is edging, you can feel the tremble in his thighs, his tell when he was almost over the edge. “Fuck me, faster!”
Shouto doesn’t disappoint you as you feel his hands grasp your hair and he snakes a hand back to your clit, and you find yourself clenching your eyes in concentration, trying not to satisfy him with cumming first.
You smiled in victory as shuddering gasps left Shouto’s lips as you felt his thrusts progressively missing his usual targets, and with a drawn-out groan from him, you felt him cum in you, and you couldn’t help yourself as you looked over your shoulder and saw Shouto’s face filled with relief.
His hips stilled for moments, but your own hips didn’t stop, and another string of curses left Shouto’s mouth as he focused distractedly on your own orgasm. His body rocked into yours, and your hips met him in every motion, your lip trembling as his fingers danced against your clit.
The coil in your heat tightened and tightened, and when he pressed a kiss on the back of your neck, his fingers pinching your clit, the coil snapped and you could only see white as an immeasurable amount of pleasure ripped through you, and a scream sagged through your body as you came undone.
You whined as you felt him exit you, and you slowly straightened back up, you felt uncomfortably sore. Quietness filled the alleyway as the two of your straightened out your outfits turning towards each other, then you locked eyes, and it finally hit you. This was goodbye.
Your breathing staggered as Shouto’s lips were on yours again, and you feel overwhelmed. Your fists are clenched on his chest, his fingers hooked onto your belt loops. Your brows are brought together, and you can tell both of your jaws are clenched. It almost felt like a magnetic pull between you two, but you had to deny it. So you shift so that your foreheads press together, your lips just brushing, just barely, so faintly touching until you pull away completely with a shaking exhale, your forehead dropping into Shouto’s neck.
“I am in love with you, but I can’t love you knowing what you are.” You whisper as you break away, grabbing your bag and leaving Shouto alone in the alley, wiping tears that inevitably fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry.”
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pogaytosalad · 3 years ago
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Heres a wip of a sequel.
Dmviolence, by jade
Hello, if youre hearing this, it probably means im dead. Either that, or im alive and just got tired of keeping this hidden. You might remember my voice from a previous recording about a takeover in sector ⬽:➻, in which id helped prevent total annihilation of the sector. At the time i was unnamed, however now you may call me Kalton. After the takeover i resigned and moved to a job at a dmv. This planet was, for some reason, in one of the most tactically advantageous locations in the galaxy. And for some reason the higher ups dedicated the whole damn planet to dmvs. Dont ask why. Now, onto the story.
I woke up, and i put on my emerald green contact lenses. Just like any other day. I put on a basic white t-shirt and a leather bomber jacket along with a pair of jean shorts. If you cant tell by now, im gay.
I live in a small apartment. By small apartment i mean a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen all crammed into 2 rooms. I hopped out the bedroom window onto my motorcycle. It was a diamond white motorcycle with deep red stripes along the sides and the handlebars. My pride and joy. I put on my jet black helmet and took off towards my job at the, you guessed it, dmv.
Chapter 2
I pulled up in the parking lot and took off my helmet, my blue hair a total rats nest. The doors were push doors, yet i somehow ALWAYS pulled first. I entered the dmv and went to my station. A few hours passed by and no one had come in yet, which was unusual. So naturally i decided to sit down on the floor, put in my earbuds, and enjoyed some heavy metal. A few more hours passed by, and usually by now i wouldve been yelled at by my boss. This struck me as odd so i stood up. I really wish i hadnt stood up. The place had been completely destroyed. There were drop pods crashed in through the roof and they all had the ERGON logo on them. Ergon was a multi trillion dollar pencil manufacturing company with its own military. They had previously tried to take over sector ⬽:➻ when i had been working there. I was not looking forwards to what was about to happen.
Quickly, i ducked back onto the floor before anyone saw me. There were 4 riot soldiers holding this building. This was gonna be fun. The riot soldiers are your stereotypical riot gear and police baton soldiers. But these guys had laser batons and the riot gear gave them heightened strength and speed. They also had some, dare I say, shitty energy pistols. I crawled over to one of the soldiers who wasnt being watched and broke their neck. Carefully I took the baton and the pistol. Slowly crawled my way back to my station and checked the shot count in the pistol. I had 6 shots, just enough to take care of the remaining three soldiers. I stood up quickly and shot each soldier twice in the head. First shot to open the riot helmet, second shot to kill. I vaulted over the counter and grabbed the three pistols. These things were so stupid. You couldnt even remove the clips. Once you ran out of shots, the pistol was useless. Nonetheless, i didnt have any choice. I had a laser baton and 18 total shots in 3 pistols.
Upon leaving the building, my motorcycle was one of the few things to survive. It had alot of scratches and damage, but it still worked. The helmet was shattered however. I mounted the motorcycle and took off towards the next closest dmv. Maybe id find some better gear there.
Chapter 3
Pulling up next to the second dmv i immediately noticed 3 things. 1: there was blood everywhere. 2: there were 25 soldiers here. And 3: they all had energy weapons. The reason these things are relevant is because energy weapons dont cause bloodshed. This was the result of something else. Something new i hadnt dealt with yet.
I drove up and ran over 5 of the soldiers. This was probably an incredibly bad idea, seeing as i had 18 shots, enough for 9 kills, and there were 20 soldiers left. Every single soldier turned to me and i, being the absolute genius that i am, welded the front of one of the pistols shut with the laser baton, shot it off, and threw it into thei crowd of soldiers. It exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy and disabling the soldiers. I then used the baton to cut through the riot gear and kill the soldiers. I felt like a badass. That is until a mechanical looking wolf jumped at me and started trying to rip my face off.
The wolf was a frostwolf, except it had been placed into a mechanical frame and its teeth and claws had been replaced with lasers. I tried to bash it off of me with the baton but it just bit it in two. This gave me just enough time to grab an energy pistol and shoot the wolf. It kept trying to kill me amd i wasted a whole clip on it until suddenly, the dog started to levitate in the air and got thrown aside into a wall. I got up and was instantly frozen in place. Thats when.. she walked up.
Chapter 4
The she i am reffering to is ebony. A goth/punk wannabe with light blue tear shaped eyes and black hair with purple streaks. Shes a bitch whos mind got too powerful and now she can move things without touching them. Shes been chasing me for months. Not in a murderous way. Shes just obsessed with me. Ive tried to tell her im gay but she wont listen. And now im at her mercy.
She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I hated it. She looked as if she was contemplating whether or not to free me when a pod came down from the sky and crushed her. Thank god. But i honestly wouldve rathered suffered at her hand than deal with what i had to deal with next...
Out of the pod came the warden. The goddamn warden from sector ⬽:➻. Last id seen him hed been in the same situation as ebony. Crushed to death under a pod. But this time, instead of being on my side, he was here to kill me. He was huge. Like seriously huge. He was at least 8 feet tall and shaped like gaston. Whos gaston? Nobody knows these days. But its basically a way to say "extremely buff and wide". Back to the story. The warden wasnt looking very good, considering the rotten skin, obviously quickly patched together face, and muscles hanging loose out of his skin. His rotting ruined body was held together by an exoskeleton of chromium-tungsten alloy. Nothing i had was gonna cut through that. I was gonna have to get creative here..
The warden had 2 weapons, both of them were his fists. Huge gauntlets that were each about the size of a cow. Definitely bigger than his previous set. They were a golden green metal i couldnt identify. But i didnt want to get hit with one to try and find out. I ran. I ran as fast i could run into the dmv and hid. I could hear the wardens footsteps. It was as if a small earthquake happened each time he took a step.
I peeked over the desk i was hiding behind and saw him punch through the 2 desks opposite to me. It took no effort and i couldve sworn i saw him smile. Obviously i didnt. Cause he didnt have a mouth anymore. But if he did, he definitely wouldve smiled. I took a shot to get his attention and ran off towards the wall. The warden was definitely faster than i expected.
Luckily i managed to dodge the blow by a centimeter. The metal smelled of decaying flesh and popcorn. The wardens blow punched a huge hole in the wall. I hope you see where im going with this.
I ran off to another wall and we repeated this same process a number of times until the building was barely still up. I ran out the doors and threw the baton at the last of the supports, cutting through it and causing the building to collapse in on the warden. He wasnt getting out of that. I decided to search the rubble to see if i could find anything worth taking. I found a new baton, a flame rifle and a few more energy pistols.
The flame rifle was a very interesting design. The sides were painted jet black with flame decals scattered about. You could feel the heat on the inside and it made the gun warm to the touch. Comfortable to hold. Other than that though, it looked like an old fashioned 8.59mm sniper rifle. It had 4 shots remaining, so id have to use it sparingly.
I grabbed some scrap materials out of the rubble to make a holster for it and put it on my back.
The energy pistols just dangled from a keychain. The baton was simply turned off and placed through a hole in the back pockets of my shorts. I ran to my motorcycle and drove off, i needed to find out more. I had questions, and i had a sneaking suspicion that i knew where to find the answers.
I drove off again, i was dirty and there was blood on me and my bike. I probably looked like a serial killer. But i knew that if anyone was still alive, itd be jayden. They were.. well. They were a vampire. They lived in a swampland area and wore sparkly rainbow shirts and a huge sunhat. The sunhat allowed them to go outside in the sun, and they only drank coconut water. They also had a crazy amount of weaponry and used to work at ergon, before being fired for stealing weaponry. By the way, if you havent noticed by now, im using they/them to refer to jayden. Jayden doesnt have a gender. Jayden.. is kind of my crush. It probably has something to do with the fact that theyre the only person on this planet who talks to me. Other than ebony.. but ebony is... not my type i guess. Anyways, back to jayden. Jayden was on the roof of their swamp shack drinking coconut water out of a wine glass. I yelled up at them and they fell off the roof onto my back. I guess i cushioned their fall. Jayden immediately said "What do you need dear" without waiting for me to stand up, and shattered the wine glass. I informed them of the situation and asked the questions i had. Things like "what are the ergon soldiers defences like on their ships" and "how did they reanimate the warden" they had answers.
Jayden told me about the new security measures that had been put in place since id last been on an ergon ship. There was now a code for each teleportation pod and the gaurds had doubled. As for the warden, it turns out jayden was actually the first test run in reanimation sciences, and couldnt answer me because they had been unconcious in a lab when the warden was reanimated. That explained the vampire undead thing. Jayden invited me into the shack where they pulled a nail out of the floorboards and it turned into a ramp to the basement. Down in the basement? Thats where jayden kept their weapons they stole. And boy oh boy were there some interesting ones.
One that immediately caught my attention was the big rocket launcher. It had 3 barrels and each was a different colour, indicating a different effect. One was red, one was yellow, and one was green. The red barrel fired a normal explosive rocket, the yellow barrel fired an electromagnetic pulse rocket, and the green barrel fired an acidic explosive. And the launcher shrunk down to the size of an energy pistol when a button was pressed. It gathered up dirt and dust and garbage around it from the back to quickly convert into ammo but the only downside is that it would be difficult to use more than once in an area.
Jayden picked out an old shotgun. At first i didnt understand why, but then they loaded the clip. The clip was a huge drum that loaded in the bottom of the barrel. The drum was see through and inside you could see sawblades lined up side by side. When they pumped the shotgun a blade got lifted into a slot between the 2 shotgun barrels and started glowing red. When the trigger was pulled, the blade spun at high speeds and fired out of the slot, spinning along the ground like a wheel. It could cut through anything a baton could cut through and seemed to almost follow its target. The gun itself looked like an DP-12, except behind the pump, a large clear drum full of sawblades was in place. The blade sat between the barrels in place of the iron sights and got heated up by an electrical circut.
I also took a laser sword instead of my baton, it was just like the one that [3825968] had, except this one was about an inch longer. The final weapon i took was an acid thrower. It was basically just a watergun with acid in it. Ive always been partial to acidic weapons. If youve heard my other story, youd know why..
Jayden also took a submachine gun that fired freezing rounds. The rounds were essentially glorified waterballoons with liquid nitrogen in them. Though the rounds were bullet sized, enough shots from it would certainly freeze you in place. The freeze gun was about the size of the average human head, and was painted navy blue with blue saphire stripes placed along it. We both left the shack, me with my sword and jayden with a wine glass. We were ready to kick ass and put a stop to this.
We left and immediately both got flung into some trees. Guess who it was. It was ebony. Her body had been found and reanimated. I was starting to see a pattern. And now we had to fight the telekinetic who could kill us with a wave of her hand.
She was levitating. Her eyes were glowing red and her hair was floating in the air. She had a smile of someone about to rip your arms off and beat you with them. I tried to take a shot at her but my hand got knocked aside by an invisible force. So i tried the next best thing. Seduction. Fake seduction. Hopefully the whole dying and coming back from the dead thing didnt make her stop being weirdly obsessed with me.
While i faked surrender and complimented ebony and attempted to seduce her, jayden took aim of their ice gun and shot a burst at ebonys right arm. The arm froze in place and shattered. Hopefully that would lower the strength of her telekinetic abilities. It did. But only by about half. Which meant jayden got thrown into the air as i tried to discreetly unholster my acid gun. It wasnt discreet enough and the gun was knocked from my hand.
The gun flew forwards and the impact of hitting the ground set it off for a second, just enough to spray an acidic burn through her arm. Incapacitating her. Jayden ended up sneaking up behind her and impaling her through the skull with the shattered end of their wine glass. Finally ebony was dead for good.
The acid gun was busted, so we had to leave it behind. We got onto my motorcycle and took off towards my apartment building. We would need food if we were going to be traveling. An apartment complex would probably be full of foods, and alot of dead people who wouldnt care if we took some stuff.
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bookersebastien · 4 years ago
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an embarrassing story 😈
i do embarrassing shit on the regular, however i have a horrible memory tbh however i do still remember this, its not the most embarrassing by far but eh. in middle school, 7th grade i think i had this geography teacher (i think the class was geography, i dont actually remember) who absolutely hated me. like for one my class was his worst, and me and two other kids were on his shit list. i never liked answering his questions and never listened to him in class and he knew this and made a fucking point to call on me every. single. day. but one day we went on a trip to a play and he gave us this whole ass speech on how to clap properly and how to be respectful. so cut to the next day we’re at the play, im with my friends and we’re talking through like the whole thing, and i fell asleep during the play. i’m not sure for how long, but i woke up to people clapping so like most of it and i look up to the seats on the wide and my teacher is staring dead at me while i tried to play it off and clap. it didn’t work. the next day he gave a whole other speech about how some of us were disrespectful, and was looking at me the entire time because this man had no secret about his dislike for me. then he calls on me to answer questions about the play, and keeps asking and i just keep telling him i don’t know. then he asks why i don’t remember, i was there right? i don’t say anything then he goes on a tangent about how rude it is to sleep during plays and whatever. i also want to add this man had the most fucking deadpan face you’ll ever see on someone, and he also had a twin brother who taught 8th grade and whose room was next door and no less than 5 times did i walk in and sit down in the wrong classroom
sleepover asks!
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shireviews · 4 years ago
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“back to school” (복학생)
by oryu
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“Chiwoo’s got issues. Upon returning to school after the “incident” last year, he vows to keep to himself and stay out of trouble until graduation. Easier said than done: his bad boy reputation has made him the talk of the school, and Kyujin - class president and model student - won’t stop being friendly. Trouble arrives soon enough in the shape of Jihyun, a tattooed hunk from Chiwoo’s dark past. It’s gonna be a tough year…”
status: completed
warnings⚠️: abuse, slight sexual assault
i wish st*yv***nt was as interesting as this high school damn
tldr
✨the plot✨
cha chiwoo returns to high school after a gap year and scares off everyone in his class bc hes OLD! however, class rep kyujin is constantly making an effort to involve him activities and to spend time with him howevER
chiwoo rejects these advances because of his shitty experience with an obsessive dood named jihyun; and when jihyun transfers into their school, in their class, all hell breaks loose
kyujin starts to get jealous of chiwoo and jihyuns past together and jihyun starts to get jealous because chiwoo is making new boyfriends 
this basically keeps going back and forth and gets VIOLENT until chiwoo goes off on jihyuns ass for thinking that he can get away with everything because chiwoos always forgiven him in the past
kyujin + chiwoo endgame 
this was a really shitty explanation i promise the story is much more interesting and developed lol 
✨the character development✨
cha chiwoo
your classic tsundere
you grow to like how unresponsive he is lmao
ki kyujin
idk if its some bad boy complex or if yaoi has just conditioned me into liking abusive tops but i did not like him at first lmao but when compared to jihyun, kyujin is objectively a much better person
he basically annoyed chiwoo into liking him back if thats not preserverance idk what is
song jihyun
hes like a modern day seungho lmfao eh bad analogy
he has daddys money so he does whatever the fock he wants since chiwoo has ALWAYS forgiven him even for attempted second degree murder
jihyun is like the constant in a science experiment. constantly does shitty things and expects the same outcome
✨the porn✨
censoring system: light sabers
first smut scene: chapter 1
favorite smut scene: chapter 6 + 7
least favorite smut scene: theres literally like 3 smut scenes
i will now proceed to summarize my analysis of every single smut scene in this yaoi
if i remember correctly, the back to school manhwa itself has NO smut scenes
however, its 10 chapter sequel (”back to school: all grown up”) is JUST smut scenes so here we go back to school 5 years later THE REVIEW
chapter 1 + 2:
chiwoo is still TSUNDERE
kyujin be slurping chiwoos dick and asshole like a 7/11 SLURPEE GOD
squelch gloop twitch tremble fwop
he keeps saying stop but like ???????
ohmygod kyujin has seunghos horse schlong
chapter 6 + 7:
im telling you smut HITS DIFFERENT WHEN THEY LOVE EACH OTHER
kyujins slurping again
sorry theres fingering too
why is he blushing so much
multiple positions
is chiwoo in pain i still dont know ?????????
THIS IS PAINTER OF THE NIGHT LEVEL SMASHING BUT THEYRE SAYING I LOVE YOU LMFAOAOOAO
theyre getting promise rings im ugly crying this is so cute
chapter 8 + 9:
CHAPTER 8 GOT ME FUCKED UP BRO ITS AN AU WHERE CHIWOO AND JIHYUN ENDED UP TOGETHER AND KYUJIN+CHIWOO WAS JUST A BAD DREAM THAT JIHYUN WOKE UP FROM 
they smash afterward pretty standard
fin.
✨the v✨
the manhwa itself is actually pretty wholesome like the entire time i was waiting for a smut scene that never came thats what she said but then i read the sequel and they were just smashing every other chapter like damn ma 
back to schools art style is also probably in my top 3 i WISH seniors in high school looked that good tf 
i was listening to more&more - twice while writing this lmfaooo sorry v**a
🦋 make your puthy throb percentage: 95%
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chatnoirismycinnamonroll · 5 years ago
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Do Faeries exist?
Marinette was dreading this day: the start of another school year. The start of yet another year with Chloe Bourgeois bullying her, and getting away with it, her teachers turning the other cheek or telling her to be better. To not retaliate with violence. Another year where classmates ignored her and refused to become friends with her in order to keep Chloe from targetting them, too.
Another year where her parents neglected to help her. They never listened to her complaints about Chloe's actions. Only told her that "things will get better." But things only seemed to get worse. Chloe started off with sneers and glares, upgraded to mean and hurtful comments that evolved to threats and comments of superiority. She was the mayor's daughter, and Marinette just a little Baker girl. She could have her bakery shut down with a single word.
Her parents seemed to know this, but ignored it, and told her to ignore it, too. They always told her to be nice to Chloe, because people change with kindness. They told her to be kind and helpful, but whenever she tried to be kind and help another student in class, Marinette was the one punished for it.
"You shouldn't have pushed Chloe, Marinette."
"She was saying mean things to Mylene and she push-"
"That doesnt mean you can push her, Marinette. You must never resort to violence. You should have talked to Chloe. Set a good example for Chloe to follow. If she saw you being nice, then she would be nice too."
Her parents were so naive. They never really listened to her. She may have been their only child, but they had had the bakery first. They had always been so busy with orders, building the bakery up, and making the bread to keep everything in stock. She had learned from a young age to take care of herself. Her mother sometimes was too busy to remember to make lunch or dinner for her. It had been almost 15 years since they left the bakery. Day in and day out, they worked. They woke up early to mix the ingredients, knead the dough, and bake it into bread. They spent mornings mixing icing flavors and decorating the pastries, and then spent the day tending the line of customers. She would have been lucky to have a morning with them.
Lunch would be made by Marinette, and her parents had hardly had the time to react the first time she presented them with a homemade lunch. They thanked her, but didnt acknowledge that it was her first time cooking for them.
Outside of school, Marinette was the one often reaching out to them. She was the one who asked them to teach her how to help out in the bakery. That was one of the only times they listened. And the last time she actually asked them for anything.
Working with them in the bakery, however, let her gain an allowance. And with that allowance, Marinette bought herself a sewing machine. She had watched a show on sewing every Sunday morning, and absolutely loved the clothes you could make with a piece of fabric. She started to really get into fashion, and would watch videos and tutorials for many different things. She learned to knit so that she could make scarfs and hats and mittens for winter. Her parents often forgot to buy her some, but after a while, she could just make her own. And after more time, she was making her own clothes for herself.
She loved her parents, dont get her wrong, she really did. But, she learned that she couldnt exactly trust them to always be there for her. She learned that some things, she had to deal with herself. That didnt necessarily mean she wanted to.
She didnt want to go to a school where her bully had free reign of the place. She didnt want to go to a school where half of her classmates refused to acknowledge she was even there. She didnt want to go to a home where her parents were too busy to help her with crucial things. Making sure your daughter felt safe at school should be important, right?
But sometimes, she did want things. She wanted Chloe to leave her alone. She wanted her classmates to grow backbones and become her friends. She wanted her teachers to actually do their job for once and stop letting Chloe run wild.
She wanted her parents to make more time for her, and to put her first for a change.
But most of all, what she sometimes found herself unable to sleep at night for thinking about this, what she wanted, deep down in her soul, was to never exist.
And like the clever planner that she was, she couldnt help but more than think about how she could do that. She hadnt really thought it would happen one day, but after what happened on that first day of school, she knew she had no other choice.
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So! This is part 1 of my side of this bunch of ideas I and @ozmav were bouncing around earlier. I hope you all like it, and the second part should be coming together soon.
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tojikomerareta · 5 years ago
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Vega
(Henry x Summoner) Fire Emblem Heroes
I've written this last year and I'm now comfortable to share it!! I used the name Sachiko as a placeholder so I hope you dont mind!!
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Sachiko hasn't spoken to him from the moment he woke up.
The atmosphere was heavy, and not once did she looked at him in the eye. Henry was sitting up on his bed at the medical wing of the Askr castle, after sustaining grave injuries during their last battle. He was sporting his usual unnerving smile, but if one looked closely, they could feel his uneasiness.
Sachiko was seated on the chair beside his bed, previously reading a book. She would occasionally stop and look towards his direction, but avoided his gaze entirely.
It's been 7 hours since he woke up. And a week has passed from the now-won battle.
Every 2 hours, Lissa or Veronica came in to check on him and his status. They would exchange a few sentences with Sachiko who, from Henry's perspective, looked like she hadn't eaten for a few days. Her eyes, once shining with life, holds an absent and unsteady gaze. Eyebags were a bit noticeable and the skin around them were slightly puffy.
Henry sheds his smile a few notches. Has she been crying?
To his left bedside was a plate of untouched dinner, slightly warm. Sachiko was the one who placed it there a few minutes earlier.
Sachiko looks tired, evident from the slump of her back and the way she lazily leans her left elbow to the chair's arm. Her book was now forgotten, neatly placed at the feet of Henry's bed. She still hasn't looked at him. And that fact alone made it harder on Henry's part to initiate a conversation.
But he'll try anyway.
"Sachi..." he quietly calls, hoping they'll have some semblance of a conversation. The heavy atmosphere is slightly suffocating him to be honest.
Sachiko looks over, sitting upright, but she still doesn't meet his eyes. "Do we need to call a healer?" She was about to stand when he told her no, I'm fine.
"Perhaps you need help with eating? Your hands are still weak from your injuries, hold on–" she quickly walks over the bedside to get his food but he interrupts her spiel. "Sachi..." his voice was quiet, but it firm.
She turns her head away.
"Sachi... what's wrong?" he reaches for her nearest hand and weakly pulls her to sit on his bed. Sachiko sighs and complies but tried to focus her gaze at remotely anything besides Henry.
Henry then reaches for her cheek and Sachiko slowly leans towards it, closing her eyes as if she might suddenly cry. But she tries to speak.
"I'm so sorry," it was barely a whisper and Henry almost missed it. It broke his heart when he noticed that her voice was hoarse and tiny. When she finally looked at him, tears were threatening to spill and her eyes are glassy, "I'm so sorry Henry."
Unsure of the reason of her apology and tears, he took the back of her head, rested her forehead against his shoulder and let her cry for a few minutes, his hands stroking her back to calm her down. She eventually did, after a while.
His face now fully painted with concern, he brushed away the remaining tears on her face when she sat up. His hands found hers and held them tenderly. "Would you mind telling me what's wrong?" His tone was surprisingly gentle, moreso as he was cautious of her crying once more.
"Please worry more about yourself, Henry. You almost died," she replied, eyebrows knitted with slight frustration as he addressed her problems before his own.
"These are just minor injuries Sachi!" he smiled to ease her worries.
"Henry, you were in a coma for a week! Don't play down the gravity of your injuries!" Raising her voice, she continued, "The healers told me that you refused any healing during the battle and continued fighting without any concern for your life! And the fact that this happened after I was forced back to my world feels like this is all my fault!"
New tears started to form but she held them back, "And when we found a way to come back I suddenly found out that you were basically on your deathbed and I–" Sachiko loses her voice and just held Henry's hands for dear life.
Henry was patient throughout Sachiko's outburst. "And you?"
"I thought I was gonna lose you and it's all my fault."
Henry stilled, seeming to forgot how to function.
Henry could see that the guilt on Sachiko's face was slowly tearing her apart. The way she desperately held his hand like a lifeline, the pained stare she gave him as tears threatened to spill anew, the way the rest of her body shook. All of this was new on Henry's plate. He had never seen her this distraught. He was used to her usual bashfulness during their strolls, her lips fighting back a smile as he cracks another joke. He was used to her focused eyes and her terrifying skill with weapons during battle, never letting any enemy faze her the slightest. He was used to intense training with her siblings, her small sounds of triumph when she outsmarted them.
And seeing her like this, all vulnerable, left a bad taste in his mouth.
Henry slowly removed their entwined hands and held her in an embrace that was overdue. He caught whiffs on pine and cedar, scents that remind him of home, as he held her close. And the fact that he's feeling pain all-over suddenly makes him realize why she was so worried. He did almost die.
Back then he had no complaints if he met a bloody and untimely death. In fact, he'd probably welcome it with open arms. But now, something (or someone) pulls him back from those thoughts and dying was suddenly not the best of ideas.
"I'm here, Sachi. Please don't cry."
Minutes of silence washes over them and was greatly appreciated. Sachiko was still distraught and Henry observed that she still wanted to say something but couldn't. I'm sure it could wait for tomorrow or until her voice comes back. Despite this, there was a sinking feeling that he couldn't pinpoint for some reason.
He directed Sachiko to sleep next to him. She made no objections due to her exhaustion and just laid next to him, a wave of sleep following quickly. When Henry was sure that Sachiko was indeed asleep, he tried to stretch his bandaged body and eat his dinner portion. After that, he continued to sit on the bed, stroking Sachiko's hair.
It was at this time when a plethora of thoughts occupied his mind, seemingly to have found the most obvious of reasons for both his and Sachiko's actions beforehand.
There was an unspoken thing between them and to Henry, a young man with a troubled past, friendships were a scarcity. It was obvious that both of them cared for the other, even the other heroes could tell. Henry hadn't formed any fulfilling relationships with the rest of the Shepherds, so he doesn't have any point of comparison with his relationship with Sachiko.
But Henry is not stupid, sure, he may say jarring things and laugh at inappropriate times, but he wasn't stupid. He wasn't that stupid. Probably. The amount of time it took him to realize everything made him doubtful. But now, everything is slowly unraveling to clarity.
He now realizes the reasons why he likes inviting her to strolls in the afternoons, why he's willing to drink tea with her in the gardens, why he makes sure she's within his line of sight when they're in the same unit, why he keeps on making jokes at her presence despite it not being that funny.
It becomes clear to him why he was willing to throw away his life that day. The same day when he learned that a portal to her world opened briefly; she and her siblings nowhere to be found. It felt like a bucket of cold water was thrown at him. There was no goodbye, nor any previous indication that she was planning to go back. He thought they would continue their usual routine. So the moment the Askr royals were informing the heroes about the sudden AWOL of the siblings, he actually felt betrayed (like he had the audacity to feel so). Abandoned, once again. And suddenly, life wasn't really worth anything anymore.
He remembered not giving a damn when his body kept taking hits from Emblan mages and soldiers. He remembered ignoring the healers pleas and kept firing spell after spell after spell. He remembered being angry and proceeded to channel that in his final spell before his body decided to shutdown. But he also remembered her before he lost consciousness.
So imagine his disbelief when he found her on his bedside, looking ultimately distraught and vulnerable. He actually thought his mind was playing tricks on him. But when the healers, Lissa and the Emblan princess, addressed her regarding his state solidified his notions that yes, she was here with him, in this very room, at this very moment.
At first he wanted nothing to do with her. However, as the hours passed by, he soon regrets these negative musings. He saw her eyes, unwilling to meet his gaze, and cheeks clearly stained with tears. It left a sour taste in his mouth and he didn't like it at all. He carefully observed her, who never once spoke a single word, but attended to his wounds when it was time to change his bandages. Henry is fairly confident that he was a patient person. Especially when it comes to her. It took her 7 hours, as he learned, to finally look at him and speak to him. And Henry, despite the hostility that initially consumed his opinion of her, never showed her any indication of his negative emotions and was, on the contrary, very patient and forgiving. Anything for her.
Henry thinks that he is somewhat a sensible person. So he didn't really think much of their routine as anything more than good friendship. But the moment she was baring her vulnerability a few moments earlier, made Henry uncertain of his own initial conclusions. Maybe, just maybe, does she actually?
Does she actually what?
He cuts off his own musings and rested his gaze with the young woman sleeping soundly by his side. He suddenly feels uneasy continuing his self-reflection, but since when did he back down, even to his own thoughts?
Does she actually what, Henry?
His eyes find its way to her hands and the thought of buying her a ring that she deserves finally leads him to his long-awaited answer. He feels unusually at peace, glad to be clear of his own questions. He slowly eases himself onto the bed, careful not to wake Sachiko and allowed himself to be lulled by the silent thumping of their heartbeats.
Would you walk beside me for the rest of your life?
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angrylizardjacket · 6 years ago
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morning light {John Deacon}
Anon asked: do you think you can write more fluff for deacy like a lil “morning after”ish bc i’m sad and i love him
A/N: 1877 words. I’m in sever pain and my ankle Hurt. I just want BoRhap’s Another One Bites The Dust!Deaky to tell me it’s going to be okay so picture him, and also just pretend he’s not married please and thank. Not exactly what the prompt asked for but God i’m a sap.
It’s... it’s weird waking up in the morning, and he’s still there, sprawled out beneath the duvet, morning light peaking through the curtains. Not weird bad, just weird. You didn’t really think you’d get this far; you’d been working as an assistant for the company that produced a majority of their music videos, and somewhere along the way, they’d started remembering you. Well, actually, John started remembering you.
It had started with ‘We Are The Champions’, in which you had the tedious job of being more or less an usher for the audience, though it was just a small crowd. While you were seating a particularly excited bunch close to the front, you look up for a moment to see the band warming up, and John Deacon smiling fondly at the excited audience members, before he looks to you. For just a moment, you share a look, and he gives a single nod of solidarity, which you return, before you both go back to your jobs.
When you show up to the filming of ‘We Will Rock You’, practically freezing your ass off in Roger’s backyard, you debate ever getting in to the music industry, and offer to go get coffee and tea for everyone as something to keep you moving.
“I remember you.” You’re so focused on the warmth of the drinks in your hands that you’re surprised when someone says more than ‘thank you’ when you give them theirs. It’s John, smiling at you, shivering, and holding the styrofoam mug so tightly you’re a little afraid it might burst.
“You do?” You answer, and his smile turns amused, before your brain kicks into gear. “I- yeah, I was there for the last shoot.” You agree. “I’m Y/N. I’d shake your hand but-” You gesture helplessly, both hands holding trays of drinks.
“Well it’s lovely to meet you, Y/N, I’m John.” He says, as if you don’t know, and you have to bite back a giggle. It’s then, when he sees the way you smile, and can feel his answering smile brighten, that he decides he likes you.
“Well, it’s lovely to meet you too.” You nod at him and he thanks you for his tea before you move on to the others, only preening a little bit when they praise you for bringing them warmth on the cold, winter day. ‘I remember you’ plays in your head on repeat; you can’t stop thinking about it, about the way he grinned at you like he’d know you his whole life, and you realise a few days later, when you’re still dwelling on it, you don’t even remember how cold it had been, just his smile.
“We really have to stop meeting like this.” On the set of ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ you’re the one everyone turns to as the go-between for the band and the crew, seeing as how you’d been working with them for over a year at this point. Now, you’re holding out a water bottle to John, pulse a little quick when he fixes you with a surprisingly affectionate grin of thanks, “I was asked to give you guys these.” 
“Is that the water I asked for? That was quick; Y/N you’re a bloody legend.” You hear Roger call from behind you, bounding down from behind the drums to snag one of the other three bottles from your arms. John stays quiet as he takes the drink from you, watching Roger with an amused smile. 
“I’m parched, thank you, dear.” Freddie takes the second, and after you and John share a look, an endeared smile at the grabby but thankful nature of the others, you turn, raising the final water bottle above your head.
“Brian?” You call, and he looks up from where he’s been tuning his guitar.
“Is that for me?” He asks, and you nod with a smile. He comes to collect the drink, and they all disperse back to their original places.
“We really do have to stop meeting like this; it’s what, the fifth time?” John finally agrees once they’re out of earshot, and you turn back to him, grinning.
“Sixth, actually.” You say, and he nods, making a face like he’s cataloguing the information in the back of his mind.
“Six, wow,” and after a beat, his gaze returns to yours, “six videos and I’ve never seen you at a wrap party?” At that you duck your head with a chuckle.
“I work during the week.” It’s easy to admit; it’s not that you dislike parties, persay, but you’re also not fond of turning up to your day job hungover. John hums, low and thoughtful.
“You should come to tonight’s.” He says, and you hesitate for a moment, looking up in confusion. “You don’t have to drink or anything - ignore whatever Freddie and Roger say - but it’d be nice to have you.” After a beat, he shrugged with a small smile. “But only if you want to, of course.” And you can’t help the small, pleased smile that makes it’s way onto your face as you head back to your station.
You do attend the party, squirrel yourself away on a sofa in the corner of the room, nursing your drink and talking to a revolving door of people who are getting progressively drunker as the night goes on. It’s getting close to midnight, however, when John finally joins you. The two of you had had a few conversations during the night, but he was inevitably pulled away by someone else, and you didn’t like to admit to the sinking sensation in your chest. 
He asks you if you’re enjoying it, but your answering smile and nod is unconvincing. Truth be told, you were feeling a little lonely, a little out of place, and a little Cinderella having to still get up tomorrow at a reasonable hour. As soon as you admit you’re thinking of heading home, he offers to join you, to make sure you’re safe, telling you it’s no trouble when you try to wave off his kindness.
Your home is within walking distance, and you’re thankful for the breezy Spring air as you walk through the streets talking about everything and nothing with John by your side. He’s got his hands tucked in his pockets, and at one point you tuck your arm into his; he doesn’t comment on it, but you can see him smiling.
You’re an adult enough to admit to yourself that you’d developed a crush on him, observant enough to know he liked you well enough too, unsubtle enough that Roger had told you to get a move on, though he had been quite drunk at the time. As you walk, you’re not sure what’s holding you back, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything.
It turns out, you don’t have to, at your doorstep, he hesitates after saying goodbye, before quickly leaning in and kissing you on the cheek.
“Sleep well.” He says fondly, turning to leave. You reach out, grabbing his hand and he turns back in surprise, and you step forward to press your lips to his, soft and chaste. He’s actually blushing a little when you move back, seems a little surprised.
“You too.” You tell him, voice gentle and fond, and you head inside, catching his flustered smile as you look back over your shoulder.
He gets your number during the next video shoot, or rather, after.
“I should have your number.” Is what he actually says, voice serious like he’s been musing about it for a long time, despite the fact that he’s naked in your bed, a little out of breath, fingers linked with yours as you both take a moment. You’re heart’s still racing and you’re still in quite a heady state, and all you can do is laugh, warm and bright into the darkness of the bedroom.
You wake up the next morning and he’s still there, one arm around you where you’ve got your head on his chest. There’s an anxiety, an uncertainty in your chest, tension creeping into your muscles due to this change, this development in your relationship. But then he wakes up, voice rough with sleep, giving you an easy grin in the morning light as he greets you. 
He’s warm and secure, he always has been, but it’s strange to have such solid confirmation, to feel his arms around you and feel like nothing could move you from that spot if you didn’t want it to.
He calls you, actually follows through and asks you out, and the next thing you know, the two of you are sitting in a fancy restaurant on an actual date. He’s so unwavering genuine, in his smile, his words, in the warmth he gives off; when you talk, you knows he’s actually listening to what you’re saying. 
You learn he’s an engineer; he sort of fell into music, but he’s always had a passion for electronics, and after a few weeks, he shows you the amp he built (and then the false one he built for his mini fridge, which delights you). And then he’s plugging in his record player into the amp, puts on some old jazz single you didn’t really think he’d own, and he’s offering you his hand.
Taking it, you do actually giggle at the whole situation, a little bit flustered by the sweetness of it all. You’ve seen him dance on stage, of course, in videos, but here he wraps an arm around you, swaying gently in his studio, the carpet soft beneath your bare feet. As the music picks up a little, he gently prompts you to twirl, and when you’re back in his arms, there’s nothing but adoration in his eyes. You can’t help but kiss him. 
The music keeps playing, but it’s like the two of you are frozen in time, the world falling away around you as you kiss him. Still holding each other like you’re dancing, his grip tightens just a little on your waist, his thumb brushes yours where your hands are linked before he lets go, moving to hold steady on your other hip while you wind your arms around his neck. 
The song comes to an end, but neither of you break apart. The world feels right, here.
So even now, almost a year later, it’s weird to wake up in the morning, sometimes, and see him there, after everything he’s done in his life, all the places he’s been, and he’s still by your side. He takes your breath away sometimes, when he doesn’t even mean to, like now he’s not even awake but he’s so serene and you woke up holding his hand and you felt like your heart might burst. 
“Good morning, darling.” Voice scratchy, he yawns, and you press an affectionate smile against his shoulder, a little embarrassed for still being so sappy after all this time. His free hand is gentle when he coaxes you up, pressing a kiss to your lips, amused and endeared. “What’s gotten you all smiley?” He asked, and you kiss him again.
“I just love you is all.” You tell him, and his smile brightens in the early morning light.
“I love you too.”
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