#it’s a great sport but it’s unfortunately filled with a lot of control freaks and fun-suckers

[loptrcoptr]

Guess who has two thumbs and got kicked out of her barn? 👍👍

So two weeks ago I ran into this woman at the barn as she was taking her horses out of the arena and I was taking one in to ride. I know her, her barn is right across from a) the barn with the horse I currently ride and b) the barn just next to it, where I worked for seven months. Seven. And I still occasionally work at the barn where I currently ride. Following me?

Well. She completely forgot who I was and that we had met quite a few times, actually, over the past two years. I said hello as I passed her and she gave me that very specific look middle-aged white women give you that’s somewhere between “are you a criminal” and “you don’t even go here”. She said “are you Lena? [daughter of the people whose horse I ride]” I said “uh, nope”, weirded out by the fact I’m so easily forgotten. She then says “we’ll, are you related to [this horse’s owners]?” I again said no, and “I just ride this guy.” Gave the horse a pat, tried to keep walking. At this point she went full school marm and said “are you on file with the stable committee office??” As in… have u signed all the hold harmless paperwork that everyone has to sign in order to do anything with horses at any barn anywhere. Again… I have worked and ridden at this damn barn for two years right across from this woman’s barn.

So I said “yup, I’m on file, I’m totally legal! I’ve done all the paperwork”. She immediately changed tone and laughed and said “oh you know, I just have to check!” And I fake laughed and said “yep! Ok!” And told her to have a nice day. And it sat in my craw for days and I couldn’t shake the feeling she was going to contact the horse’s owner and “report me” or something.

Fast forward to yesterday morning. I get a text from the guy whose horse I ride and he says that this bitch (not how he referred to her, of course) has been made head of the stable committee. And she has decided that no one is allowed to ride a horse they don’t own, regardless of waiver status, unless the owner is present to supervise. in summary I, a non-wealthy young person, am not allowed to ride at the stables unless the horse’s owner agrees to come out and babysit me like I’m a child.

Also, I am definitely not a worse rider than most of the horse owners at this place (not the ones I ride for) who know nothing about horses and never ride, (which is why they hire me and people like me to take care of their horses for them)! But that’s not the point, the point is this woman has cited “insurance liability” as the reason for banning non-owners from barn activity. She has taken over from the previous committee head, who is an actual lawyer, and decided that the paperwork the actual lawyer prepared isn’t good enough to ensure the barn’s interests are protected… even though it has been doing exactly that for at least five years without incident. This is the same woman who used barn funds to put up a slew of cross country jumps all over the bridle path even though there’s only one (!) other eventer in the entire stables, so no one uses them. It’s utter nonsense.

The worst part is that because I’m not an owner I’m not privy to the stable committee meetings, so I don’t actually know that this is a real new policy, or if she simply told this specific horse owner it was for his, and my, benefit. If my name was somehow brought up at this month’s meeting, my former “friend” who hates my guts now would absolutely have started throwing shade and making up crazy shit. By now most people at the barn know she’s crazy, but too few know me well enough to have a dispute. So I can’t even say for certain, because horse people Are Like That, that this is even a riel now and not just something they brought up for me specifically, without having a better reason to boot me out. Less drama this way, you see. Knowing this woman loves control (turning the entire bridle path into her own personal playground!), I’d like to believe it’s just a whole rule now, but I don’t know for certain.

Anyway… as soon as I read that text message I was like *stares in Tired Horse Bitch*. I was lucky that these folks allowed me to ride their horse, and I had other people offer too, when the family I worked for retired their horses and I was out of options. And it chaps my entire ass that after all the work I’ve done and all the connections I’ve made, the owners didn’t even get the right to tell me when to stop. They can’t even make that decision now. And it has lit a fire under me to just stop lurking on horse boards and checking out boarding barns and commit to horse shopping, because I cannot deal with being beholden to the whims of random old crones any longer. I need a horse of my own that no one can tell me what to do with. Do I currently have the budget I was hoping I’d have? Nope. Am I going to start looking at horses anyway? Yep.

[bonniebird]

Stiles x Winchester!Reader

Requested by @supernerdycookietrashblr

You hated this. It’d been an easy hunt and the cop who had decided he wanted to help you hunt the monster messed up. He panicked and the ghost got away. Now you’d been possessed and it sucked. It was like being underwater. You could see everything, hear everything but you weren’t in control.

Unfortunately you hadn’t quite figured out why the ghost was possessing people and now you’d have to wait for your brothers to figure out something was wrong. Dean would take some convincing to let you go off on your own again after this. The ghost knew how to drive which meant it could either hear your thoughts and was ignoring you or it had been born during a time period that hard cars which didn’t help you at all. You still made a note of it. There wasn’t much else you could do.

The sign post for Beacon Hills blurred past the car. You’d planned on dropping by to see Stiles after your hunt. It wasn’t easy keeping the fact that you were a hunter secret. Or that fact that you were a Winchester quiet. Peter was easier to bribe into silence than Derek. Stiles and his friends weren’t exactly fond of hunters. Each time you planned on telling him he had to rush off to go and help his friends. Then, there was the flip side. How could you tell your brothers that your long distance boyfriend was hanging around with a crew of supernaturals. One of whom, Peter of course, had caused issues for Dean before.

Sam would freak out more about the supernatural bit than Dean, who would probably try and scare Stiles off. It was easier to keep everything separate. Until now. A shrill irritating sound filled the car. After a few minutes it cut off and started again. You hadn’t checked in with your brothers. Now they’d be looking for you. The car pulled up and you. Rather the ghost got out of the car and headed into a dinner where it sat and waited. It was on the outskirts of Beacon Hills, near the woods so few people came regularly. Of course this would be the moment when Stiles and his friend Scott walked in.

“(Y/N)!” Stiles said cheerfully when he spotted you. His eyes immediately narrowed when you didn’t move or even respond. “Hey, it’s me, Stiles! Your boyfriend?”

Again nothing happened, you strained as hard as you could to move something, anything. But the ghost just used your body to stare Stiles down and sit perfectly still. When something cold and thick trickled from your ear you wanted to shudder, wipe it away. But it just oozed down your earlobe. Being possessed by ghosts was officially more gross than that time Crowly needed to possess you.

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“Still can’t get through.” Dean grumbled as he sped up.

“Dean, maybe she just… went off somewhere.” Sam offered as he looked over the map in his hands. Dean didn’t say anything for a moment. Even when you needed a break you at least told them where you were heading.

“I say we start with that wolf town.”

“Dean… we don’t know that she hangs around with the werewolves there. Besides the last place she went was a couple towns over dealing with… I think she texted asking about spirit possession.”

Dean slammed on the brakes for a moment and glanced at Sam. “You’re sure?”

“Yes I’m sure and I think she’d be fine. Besides she’s seen us both get rid of ghosts and spirits so she knows what she’s doing.” Sam blabbered quickly. Dean started driving again and followed his brother’s directions to the motel you’d been at.

An irritable Sheriff was waiting outside your room. “You the ones that are crazy b…”

“Watch it.” Dean said gruffly.

“Sorry, she claimed she knew what she was doing then when I try and help she started hollering that I was in the way then took off without another word.” The sheriff complained.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other. Ghost possession they seemed to decide without another word. “You see where she took off too?” Dean asked as Sam went to fetch the spare key to your room.

“Yeah, drove off towards Beacon Hills.” The Sheriff said after some thought. Dean thanked him and waited as Sam jogged back over. They could see from the state of your room that you’d been mid hunt.

“Looks like she’d almost figured out who it was.” Sam observed as he looked at your notes.

“She protected herself… look at this.” Dean moved the duvet on the motel bed and they could see the salt ring around it. “Sheriff said he insisted on helping, and didn't think (Y/N) should be going around alone… Idiot probably got in the way.”

Sam hummed in agreement as he read over your notes. Your laptop was sat next to the notebook and after an hour of digging he’d found who was possessing you. “Now we just gotta find her.” Dean muttered as he packed up your things, putting them in the back of the Impala. They headed to the graveyard on the way out, salting and burning the bones for good measure, hoping they’d gotten it right before heading to Beacon Hills.

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Peter and Derek had found you in the woods. You’d screamed as the ghost practically burned it’s way out of you. Derek was only as kind as he needed to be while Peter hoisted you over his shoulder and lugged you to Stiles’ house. You’d fallen asleep when Peter left you. What he’d said to them you had no idea. But Stiles was nervously hopping one foot to the other in the Stilinski’s spare bedroom.

“Are you ok?” Stiles asked quietly when you sat up.

“Yeah, I’m so much better now.” You grumbled out in one huffed breath. He looked nervous and you realised you hadn’t meant your tone to sound quite so sarcastic. “You didn’t need to worry.”

“You were acting really weird.” Stiles murmured awkwardly. When you winced as you tried to get up Stiles rushed over to help.

“Peter said something attacked you. We can help find it…” Stiles offered as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say to you.

“That’s ok. I think my brothers got it.”

“Oh… I didn’t know they knew about that kind of stuff.”

As Stiles sat at the end of the bed there was a soft whooshing sound and Castiel appeared in front of you. Stiles squeaked and you were sure if he hadn’t sat beside you on the bed he might have fainted.

“Hey Cas, I’m fine.” You said with a sigh.

“Are you sure? Dean told me to heal you if you were hurt.” Cas said quickly. He gave Stiles a curious look for a moment.

“I’m fine. I’m guessing they’re on their way?”

“They’re interrogating the Hale wolf… the big one.” With that he vanished.

“That… what… Is he talking about Peter or Derek?” Stiles spluttered out and looked worried. He glanced at you then jumped up. “Did he just say Dean and you said Cas isn’t that the angel that the Winchester captured?”

“We didn’t capture him… he just sort of forgot to go home while keeping an eye on my brother.” You said nonchalantly.

“You! You’re a Winchester!” Stiles accused.

“Sure… I mean Sam and Dean are my half siblings but I’m a Winchester in the sense that my dad is John Winchester and I hunt bad things.”

“Bad things? The Winchesters hunt everything.”

“Well… I mean sure. It’s not like we hunt good things. You know like Scott, we leave your lot alone. Although Dean would like the chance to hunt Peter. Sam says not to ask about that.” You blabbered on, watching as Stiles backed away as if you’d strike at him any second. “I wanted to tell you but I wasn’t sure how.”

“Maybe ‘hey Stiles me and my brothers hunt things like your friends for sport wanna hang out?’” Stiles said quickly as he flailed.

“Hey!” You snapped and stood up, frowning at Stiles. “We’re not the Argents! My brothers have helped werewolves and other things. They once went into like limbo to help a reaper move a kid on.”

“What!” Stiles said as he tried to figure out what you’d said.

“You know if you needed help and I asked them they would help.” You said huffily. 

“Can we interrupt?” Dean asked from the doorway. Stiles eyed him nervously. Dean didn’t bother introducing himself to Stiles, he just headed straight to you to check on you. Sam made a big show of being friendly to Stiles who seemed to warm up to him.

“So… Cas said you were talking to…”

“Drop it.” Dean said quickly. Sam raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

“You know Peter might have saved me from being alone, passed out in the woods which are full of supernatural creatures.” You pointed out. Dean glared and shook his head.

“Peter is kind of a dick.” Stiles said quietly. Dean looked at him and nodded.

“I like that kid.” He said quickly.

“Of course you do. He hates Peter, likes dinner food and wears plaid.” You said quickly and Dean nodded, holding his hand out for Stiles to shake.

“Dean, (Y/N)’s bigger brother.” Dean said quickly. You could see Stiles glanced at Sam as he struggled to bury the urge to point out that he might be the oldest brother, but he was by no means the biggest.

“Would you like to stay for dinner? I’ve heard about you at a police convention from a cop… think she was from Minisota? It’d be helpful to have some… constructive advice on the supernatural.” Stiles’ dad said from the doorway. You gave Sam a pleading look and you both looked at Dean who nodded.

“Sure, happy to help.” Dean said with a smile that said if you and Sam make me stay here longer than I have too, I will be complaining!”

“Oh, I’ll summon Cas!” You said happily.

“The angel? We’re having an angel for dinner?” Stiles asked quickly, almost whispering as if he couldn’t believe it.

“He is family… If you’d prefer I could summon Crowley but he’d probably bring his hellhound.”

“Oh! We’ve got one of those, he works for my dad!” Stiles piped up a little as he led the way downstairs where some of the McCall pack had gathered nervously.

“They have hellhounds?” Dean hissed to you. You shrugged and went to great Lydia who seemed more than happy that you were back to normal.

[anubislover]

Welcome to the Heart Pirates, Nami-ya chapter 16: Salvage

As much as Nami would have loved to set out right away to get the antivenom, she knew there was no choice but to wait at least two hours until the tide was low enough to safely explore the shipwreck. From what she could observe through the binoculars, it was securely lodged into the rocks and reef that surrounded the island, but much of it was only really accessible when the tide was out.

So, with no other choice but to play the waiting game, she found herself perusing a zoology book to pass the time.

“Huh. Apparently, snow leopards can’t roar—however, their tails are super mobile and are often used to send ‘messages’ during social encounters. They’re ambush attackers who generally pounce down on their prey from above, which is easy since they’re excellent climbers and can jump up to seven times their body length. They’re also known as the ‘Ghosts of the Mountains’ in some places because they’re so shy and solitary,” she prattled, skimming over the description before looking up at Law, who huffed in annoyance as his tail irritably flicked back and forth.

Clearly, the transformed captain was antsy. He’d been told in no uncertain terms that he was not allowed to join his companions on their salvaging mission. Naturally, he’d thrown a fit, hissing and growling and making all sorts of angry sounds—including what she now assumed was his failed attempt to roar—but the pair of navigators stood firm. It was only when Nami pointed out that, Devil Fruit powers or not, he didn’t know how to swim in his current form which made him a potential liability, that he reluctantly acquiesced.

Of course, since he couldn’t help and would be forced to stay on the ship alone, he needed something to keep him occupied so he wouldn’t pace around the infirmary, speeding up the poison’s journey through his bloodstream. Unfortunately, he was having a harder time distracting himself than Nami, as his furry paws made it impossible enjoy a book past a couple pages. Reading aloud to him was the only real option and keeping him informed of his current form’s capabilities at least seemed useful. However, it appeared that there wasn’t a lot of information on snow leopards due to their reclusive nature.

As if human Law isn’t mysterious enough, she thought, skipping to another section. “Ok, what do you want to hear about next; pandas or binturongs? Or should we switch to birds?” she asked, indicating another book by Dr. Monroe. Bepo had been nice enough to lug over the man’s entire encyclopedia series, which ranged from reptiles to mammals to birds from all four Blues.

Yellow eyes rolled heavenwards as Law grumbled under his breath. Bepo wasn’t around at the moment to translate, but Nami could pretty easily deduce that he was displeased with both options.

“Well, sorry Law, but I already told you that I’m not reading any of your creepy-ass medical texts! If you don’t want me to read to you, we’ll find you a ball of yarn or something,” she snapped, slamming the book closed.

Spotted ears flattened back as he gave a brief flash of his fangs before calming down, looking away with a huff. Yet despite his haughty expression, she could see the tension in his shoulders and the way his claws flexed in and out.

He was trying to hide it, but Nami could tell Law was quietly freaking out.

She sighed as she reached out to stroke his brow soothingly. “Sorry. Guess we’re both a bit tense, huh?”

He grunted in affirmation but didn’t pull away, instead leaning into her touch.

Deciding that petting him would be a much better distraction than reading for both of them, she began scratching behind his ears with gusto as she said, “Look, I get that this must suck for you, especially considering how used to being in control you are. I’m sure I wouldn’t be much happier if I were turned into a cat. But I promise Bepo and I will be fine. It’s just a quick salvage mission; we get the antivenom, plus the supplies that guy needs, and then head straight back to the Tang. Easy-peasy. You’ll be back on your feet by dawn, and human again by breakfast.”

He gave her a disbelieving side-eye before arching his neck back, silently indicating that she should direct her attentions there.

Nami rolled her eyes but followed his instruction, fingers firmly scratching under his chin. After all, when else would she get the chance to cuddle a snow leopard like a friendly housecat? That, and he seemed less inclined to argue with her when he was getting so much physical attention. “You must know you’ve got a capable crew, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t have sailed this far with them. Sure, there are plenty of things that only you can do, but delegation of duties is an essential leadership skill. When this is all over, I want to you to start trusting your nakama more, got it?” she scolded, even as she carded her fingers along his broad chest, her hands practically disappearing into the luxuriously thick fur.

She had to admit, she did kind of like him like this. He was gloriously fluffy, she could ignore his snide comments and innuendos, and petting him was oddly enjoyable. Not that she wanted Law to stay like this forever, as she would miss their verbal sparring and occasional intelligent conversations, but she found herself wondering if, just maybe, when he turned back, he could…keep the ears and tail? He’d be so cute with them!

As she scratched his chin, a smug smirk curled her lips. “You know, maybe we should keep you like this for a little while longer. It’ll teach you to rely on your crew a bit more, and I gotta say, I wouldn’t mind having my own pet snow leopard,” she teased.

Law’s eyes narrowed at the statement before a wide smirk of his own spread across his muzzle, a hungry glint shining in the gold irises. It was an expression Nami could only describe as “deviously seductive” and she was certain that if he were in his human form, she’d be pinned to the nearest flat surface.

He gave a low, almost purring growl, and she immediately inferred it to mean “enjoy it while you can, because the second I’m me again, you are in so much trouble.” The message was further punctuated by the way he leaned in and inhaled against her neck, his whiskers tickling her chin.

Do not be aroused by a cat. Do not be aroused by a cat, Nami chanted in her head, blushing as her imagination was filled with Law in his human form, yet sporting those ears and tail she’d found so cute. Only, it wasn’t quite so adorable when paired with a feral smile and graceful, prowling movements as he caged her against a wall.

Realizing exactly where her thoughts were straying, she immediately sought to distract both Law and herself by reaching up to scratch behind his ears, earning her a series of very happy sounds from the big cat. It was hard to be seductive when you were getting petted like a big, fluffy kitty, after all.

Leaning hard into her touch, he let out a few deep meows, eyes shutting tightly in pleasure as she hit a particularly good spot.

“Umm, he just said ‘If the trade fails, your job for the rest of the year is doing this. Constantly’,” Bepo explained as he poked his head into the room. He carefully made his way to the bed, his hands occupied by a large bowl of water and a massive tray of raw meat while Kikoku was tucked awkwardly under his arm.

It hadn’t dawned on any of them until Law’s stomach had started growling that he hadn’t eaten anything since the pocky game, so the bear had offered to get him some food from the galley. Despite his captain’s current form, Nami had expected his order to be along the lines of onigiri, though she could now see that had been a bit optimistic.

“Are you sure this is what you’re hungry for, Law?” Bepo asked, looking down at the meat dubiously. “It’d really be no trouble to cook it up for you.”

Law’s eyes lit up at the sight of the bloody steaks and gave a few yowls in reply, pulling away from Nami’s hands to eagerly sit up.

The Mink blanched at his response. “Ew, Law! That’d technically be cannibalism!”

“What would?” Nami asked, horrified.

“Eating the boar that attacked us, since it used to be a human like him.” Bepo shuddered before handing him the food. “Here. They’re a little cold, but they were the only non-frozen meat I could find.”

The leopard didn’t seem to mind, literally tearing into one of the raw steaks with a barely-contained hunger. His table manners weren’t exactly great as a human, but Nami found watching him devour his dinner like this was far worse.

Any half-hearted plans of keeping him as a leopard were immediately scrapped. If this is what feeding time would look like, it was not worth it.

Averting her eyes for the sake of not emptying her own stomach, she turned her focus to Bepo, who had leaned Kikoku against the cot. “Why’d you get that? It’s not like he can use it,” she asked, wiggling her fingers meaningfully.

“He knows that, but I think it makes him feel better having it around,” he whispered in her ear.

“Like a security blanket?”

“Yeah.”

She stifled a giggle with her hand. “Got it. How’s the tide looking?”

“Almost fully out. I think it’s about time to go.”

“Sounds good. Think Law will be ok without us for a few hours?”

They turned to find Law on his back, batting at Kikoku’s dangling tassels. Feeling their amused gazes on him, he glared and let out a growl.

“Law says, ‘If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you’.”

This time, Nami didn’t bother to hide her laughter.

XXX

The trip over to the wreck had been fairly smooth—the weather was calm, the nearly-full moon provided plenty of light to see by, and their small motorboat managed to navigate the sharp rocks that poked out of the water. They’d grabbed a few empty backpacks to carry their loot, along with her lock picks and a lantern to light the way inside. Nami hoped they wouldn’t need much more than that; their boat was designed for speed and maneuverability, not weight, so they couldn’t afford to bring more than necessary.

As they pulled up alongside the ship, she was amazed at how well-preserved it was. Sure, it was definitely never going to sail again, but it was still in one piece; far better off than the ship that had fallen from Skypia that she’d made the boys salvage back what felt like a lifetime ago. Barnacles encased nearly every inch of the hull, and there were noticeable holes in the side that looked like damage from canon fire. If she had to guess, the pirates had been escaping a battle and gotten caught up in a storm, leading them to be shipwrecked on the cove. Her theory of a storm was confirmed when she got a good look at the mast—it was charred and splintered, clearly damaged by a lightning strike, and the sails were burned to black tatters.

From what she could tell, there were three levels, much like the Thousand Sunny. Given her experience infiltrating and robbing pirate ships in the past, she figured they’d find the galley, sick bay, and crew’s living quarters on the main deck level. The captain’s quarters and treasure room would take up most of the top level. Below deck would be additional living quarters, storage space, and brig.

She didn’t have high hopes for the lower level—it spent the most time underwater compared to the others, so it’d likely have little to offer. Still, her time as a thief had taught her not to completely rule out a secret treasure room or safe hidden deep in the bowls of the ship, as some of the smarter crews had learned not to keep the best stuff in the obvious places.

“Ok, here’s the plan,” she said to Bepo as they climbed up onto the deck. The wood was slippery with kelp and algae, and she could already see several large holes where the wood had rotted through. “We need to locate the antivenom first—the sick bay’s our best bet. Next, we’ll get the stuff we need for the trade. Depending on the shape the ship is in, though, you might need to hang back if the floors are too rotted.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

She carefully stepped over a broken railing—the whole ship listed slightly to the left, so keeping their balance was tricky. “We need to be careful; Law’s already all pissy because he couldn’t come with us. If we come back with so much as a scratch, he’s going to bitch about how he should have been there. This is your chance to prove to him that he can trust other people and that he doesn’t need to be such a control freak.”

“I’m sorry. We don’t want to rely on him so much,” Bepo said sadly as he reached out a paw for her to take, helping her climb over some debris, “but if we don’t let him get his way, he does it behind our backs, and sometimes he gets hurt because of it. At least when we let him be in charge, he’ll let us go along as backup.”

“Well, not this time,” she reaffirmed, eyes narrowed seriously. “You need to stand up for yourself more, just like you did back in the infirmary. Doing that probably saved his life!”

“I know,” he replied as they reached the entrance to the main deck. “It’s just…Shachi, Penguin and I have followed him since we were kids. The three of us were lost in a big world and desperate for a leader. And sure, we’re all grown up now, but he’s still the one with the plans and ambitions and power…”

“Yeah, he’s powerful,” she agreed, gingerly testing out the floor. When it proved solid enough, she motioned for Bepo to follow her inside. She knew they had to step lightly, though—even if the rooms only got halfway submerged at high tide, it was still enough to cause significant structural damage. “That doesn’t mean he’s all-powerful. You guys have your strengths, too. He can’t navigate, right?”

“Well, no…”

“Can he shoot a rifle like Shachi?”

“He can fire a gun, but he’s no sharpshooter.”

“Can he fix the engine like Ikkaku?”

“Absolutely not! Law specifically hired her because none of us could figure out the engine!”

“See? Everyone’s got their strengths and weaknesses. Yes, there are certain things only Law can do, but he can’t do it all. He’s already pulling double-duty as the captain and doctor; you guys need to step in when he starts making too much work for himself.”

“We stepped in on the beach,” he defended as he pointed out a room at the end of the hall with a little red cross over it.

Taking the hint, Nami carefully made her way towards it, indicting to him the spots that obviously couldn’t take the polar bear’s weight. “It shouldn’t have taken that long, though! He spent a week not sleeping, running himself into the ground—”

“Law only listens to us when things are really bad!” Bepo shouted, stamping his foot in frustration. Unfortunately, the force combined with the unstable wood sent his leg crashing through the floor.

“Whoa!” Nami cried, grabbing his arm to stabilize him while he pulled the limb out. Though that particular spot wasn’t rotted, it had been flanked by splintered sections that hadn’t offered much support. “Ok, you know what? Maybe this isn’t the best time to talk about this,” she said as nervous sweat dripped down her neck. She was so used to Bepo being meek and apologetic, she’d forgotten that he was a super-strong Mink. Him losing his temper was dangerous, especially here.

He nodded quickly, paws trembling the slightest bit. “Agreed,” he whimpered, his round ears drooping with shame. “I’m sorry.”

She immediately felt guilty. It was one thing to give a guy a much-needed lecture, but she’d been so far up on her high horse she hadn’t considered that they had significantly more important things to focus on. “It’s fine. I did say you needed more backbone, didn’t I?” Steadying herself, she helped him to his feet. “Let’s just hold off on the subject until we’re back on the Tang.”

“Ok,” he whimpered, head still hanging in contrition.

Nami made a mental note to keep an eye on the poor guy. He’d clearly been taking this whole fiasco harder than she’d thought. His captain was powerless and poisoned, his crew was missing, they had to trudge around a dangerous, rotting ship to appease a crazy old man, and Nami was basically telling him that it was his fault for not better controlling his stubborn captain.

Once this was over, she’d make it up to him. Maybe get him another giant salmon or something on the next island. Or more ear scratches. He’d seemed to like those, and it didn’t cost her money.

That in mind, she cautiously opened the door to the sick bay, wincing at the moaning creak the rusty hinges gave out. The room itself was fairly standard for a pirate ship—an examination table, sick bed, desk, skeleton display (which Nami hoped was fake and for reference purposes, and not some poor soul who’d been picked clean by the fishes), small cages for lab animals, and what were probably the sodden remains of the physician’s texts and notes. However, the state of the place would give Chopper a conniption fit; seaweed and algae clung to nearly every surface, the padding on the chair and cot had been ripped apart, glass from broken bottles was all over the floor, and the place reeked of decomposing wood and salt.

Of course, none of that mattered to Nami as her attention was quickly drawn to the large safe in the back of the room. It was made of stainless steel, so while barnacles and rockweed had attached themselves to the surface, there was blessedly minimal rust.

“Think that’s where we’ll find our antivenom?” she asked rhetorically, already examining the lock to see if it needed to be picked. It was a fairly simple one—it needed a key as opposed to a combination—and Nami immediately pulled out her lockpicks, carefully jimmying the tumblers into place.

The tiny click was easily heard by both navigators, who’d unconsciously held the breaths. They both exhaled a soft “whoa” as the door swung open, revealing stacks of trays filled with carefully labeled vials. Many of them were the antivenom they sought, but there were also shelves full of the venom itself; mostly coral snake, though there were notably a few others like king cobra, black mamba, and pit viper.

“That’s a lot of snake venom,” Nami said with a shudder, imagining the number of snakes it must have taken to get that much stock. And they’d kept them on the ship? That sounded like a recipe for disaster.

“The old man did say those pirates dealt in it.” Bepo peered at the assortment of antivenom before selecting a vial. “Here’s the coral snake. Should we take any of the others?”

“Hell, take it all. It’s not doing any good here, and I’m sure after this fiasco Law would want to have extra antivenom on hand just in case. Anything he doesn’t want, we can sell.”

“Law will like that. Antivenom goes for big money at hospitals, since it’s not always easy to get access to. But the venom itself we should dump—I don’t like the idea of anyone getting a hold of this much poison.”

Nami couldn’t agree more. There was only one reason she could think of for why anyone would want snake venom in large quantities—murder. And whether the Navy, pirates, or Revolutionaries were the buyers made no difference.

As Bepo carefully loaded up the backpack with the antivenom, she fished out the deadly vials and began flinging them out the broken window. She could hear some crash against the rocks while others plopped into the sea, hopefully lost forever. So long, and good riddance, she thought, taking a bit of pleasure in imagining she was flinging away the snake that had bitten Law. She wondered if coral snakes could swim, or if the snake had drowned when she’d blasted it away into the water. She hoped it was the latter.

When she was done, Nami assessed the rest of the room. “Should we take anything else?” There were syringes, a microscope, stethoscopes, scalpels, and several other assorted medical apparatuses, though none of it was in particularly great shape.

Glancing at the waterlogged infirmary, Bepo wrinkled his nose in disdain. “No way. This equipment’s nothing compared to the Tang’s, and I doubt the sanitation of most of it after months exposed to the elements. It’s not even worth selling.”

Mouth twisting in disgust as she found herself agreeing with his assessment, Nami eyed the knapsack on his back. He’d loaded the trays that kept the vials upright, but they didn’t completely protect them when he moved. “Are those going to be safe like that?”

“I’ve stacked them as best I could, but we should try to find cloth to wrap them in for extra protection so they’re not just banging against each other,” he replied, shifting nervously. Even with that small motion, Nami could swear she heard a gentle clink of glass hitting glass.

It was tempting to suggest they put the bag in the motorboat for safekeeping, but it was too risky; an errant wave could capsize the boat and dump their precious cargo into the ocean, and it all would have been for nothing. They’d just have to be careful.

“Maybe we can find some rags or something to use as padding,” Nami suggested, leading them back into the hallway. Until then, they’d absolutely have to watch their step; another crash through the floor like earlier, and they risked a backpack full of unusable liquid and broken test tubes.

Their next stop was the galley, and immediately they knew they’d find little of use there. The cooking utensils were rusted through, as were the pots and pans, and there was nothing that could convince them that opening the refrigerator would result in anything less than a biohazard. Nami braved a trip to the pantry; there was some tinned food that looked to still be in decent condition, though she decided to pass on the can opener—it was guaranteed to give someone tetanus.

I sure hope we have better luck with the rest of the ship, she thought gloomily as they decided to take a chance on the upper deck, otherwise we won’t have much to trade for the crew.

“Should we go upstairs to the captain’s quarters, or the other side of the ship for the crew’s?” Bepo asked, pointing at the ceiling.

After dropping the canned goods into her own sack, Nami considered the question. Given its position high above the ocean and rocks, it likely had sustained the least amount of damage, making it the safest to check out. It also likely had the most usable goods, meaning that if they could find what they needed there, they wouldn’t have to bother with the other rooms.

“Captain’s room. If anyone on this ship owned a pair of good, hearty boots, it’d be them.”

The stairs to the top deck creaked and groaned with every step, but thankfully they held together well enough, even under Bepo’s weight.

The top deck held only one door, which was probably ornate before the wreck—now, the red and gold paint was chipped and faded while the etched handle was rusted over. Nami carefully tested the knob, only to find it jammed. “Bepo, would you be a dear and get the door?” she asked sweetly, moving to the side.

The bear stepped forward, taking a minute to futilely try to turn the knob himself. Nami sighed and stopped him before miming what she meant for him to do.

“Oh. Sorry,” he replied before kicking in the door, the force of the blow sending it clear across the room.

“Guess you’re not used to breaking and entering, huh?” she joked. A thought came to her. “By the way, how’d you get into Law’s room earlier? You know, to get Kikoku? It was locked when I checked.”

Bepo’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why were you trying to get into his room?”

She froze. Shit. She needed a good explanation, or else he’d surely say something to Law, and any hope she’d have of getting in there would be ruined. “Oh! Uh, I wanted to see if he’d returned to the sub!” she lied, putting on an innocent smile. “You know, it would have been silly for us to search the island for him when he’d been in his room the whole time!”

He scratched his head guiltily. “Oh. That makes sense. Sorry I didn’t think of that.” Gingerly stepping into the room to ensure the floor was stable, he explained, “I have a key to his room for emergencies. I mean, he rarely has to worry about locking himself out, what with his powers and all, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

It felt wrong to take advantage of Bepo’s trust and innocence, but Nami knew this was her chance to get into Law’s room. “Do you carry it on you most of the time, or do you keep it in your room for safekeeping?”

“Oh, I usually leave it in my top desk drawer so it doesn’t get lost.”

“See? You’re responsible! Further proof that Law’s stupid for not trusting you more,” she chirped, lightly hopping over a hole in the floor. Standing in the center of the captain’s quarters, she took in what had probably been fairly luxurious accommodations before the wreck.

While the elements hadn’t too severely affected the room since it managed to stay above water, two months of rain, wind, and waves coming through the broken windows had clearly taken its toll. The velvet curtains were tattered and coated with a layer of salt and seaweed. There was a leather chair that had seen better days, a fancy wardrobe sporting clear water damage, and the decorative cutlass displayed over the bed looked like it could dissolve if touched, it was so rusted and tarnished. The cherrywood desk had become home to crabs and starfish, and there was a massive bird’s nest in the center of the king-sized bed. Oddly, though, there wasn’t much by way of bird crap over the floor. Yet something clearly lived there, as it looked like some kind of massive bird had decided to rip apart the mounted snow leopard head with its beak and talons.

It was the polar opposite of any room Luffy would ever want, even looking past the obvious deterioration. Her captain had always preferred sleeping with his crew, roughing it in a hammock or bunk bed. He’d never even mentioned a desire for his own cabin, despite a captain having every right to one. Heck, even back in the days of the Going Merry, the second room had been given to Nami and treated as the women’s quarters, despite them at the time not knowing if there would even be any other girls.

I wonder why? Nami thought to herself. Did he just not see any reason for having a room to himself, or did he genuinely dislike sleeping alone? Maybe he and Ace always shared a room, so he slept better with company?

It drove home just how little she really knew about Luffy’s past. When they were reunited, she’d have to sit him down and get his whole life story; why Shanks had given him his hat, whether Garp and the Revolutionary Dragon were his only living relatives, tales about growing up with Ace…

Shaking herself out of questions about the past and plans for the future, she focused on the present. “Check the wardrobe for the boots and blankets—I’ll see if the desk drawers are watertight enough to keep any books from getting destroyed.”

Bepo nodded, shuffling over to the far side of the room while Nami set to work picking the locks of the desk drawers. Most contained sodden papers, leaking pens, a few animal claws on a string, and a waterlogged pocket watch, but nothing of real value or use.

However, inside the top left drawer was a metal box. Nami’s eyes lit up with belli signs as she imagined this could be where the captain had stashed his spare cash or prized pieces of treasure. Nimbly picking the padlock, she was disappointed to find just a few belli notes and a leather-bound journal. She stuffed the money in her bra for safekeeping and cracked open the log, hoping that it would at least tell her where the crew might have kept their treasure.

Captain’s Log: February 22nd Just made lucrative a deal with a stinking-rick noblewoman who wants a whole coat made of snow leopard fur, plus a pet baby snow leopard she can show off, but it’s not exactly easy to find those damn cats, especially outside the North Blue. Luckily, there’s a winter island not far from here with some conservationists studying them; maybe if we make nice, they’ll lead us to a few.

Captain’s Log: April 4th We may have found our ultimate meal ticket. Why search the Grand Line for exotic animals when you have a Devil Fruit user who can MAKE them? One of the conservationists can actually turn people into animals—he’s been using it to transform his fellow scientists so they can get close to the animals they’re studying. He’s an older man. Weak. Idealistic. Shouldn’t be hard to break him in.

Captain’s Log: April 10th Doc says he can’t really choose what to turn people into, but I think it’s bullshit. Yesterday, he turned the cabin boy into a calf, probably so he’ll think he’s useless. Joke’s on him, though—that veal was damn tasty. Good to know we’ll always have a supply of meat on a long voyage. Hell, maybe we could open a butcher shop on the side.

Captain’s Log: April 18th You know, I used to just put a bullet in an animal’s brain to kill it before skinning, but that always was such a bitch to clean up, plus it risked damaging the rest of the coat. But then Akio came up with a great idea—kill them with snake venom! It’s a lot less messy, depending on what you use, and I can save my bullets.

On top of that, Doc’s still trying to rebel by turning prisoners into useless animals like mice and hamsters. Except now we’ve got ourselves some excellent lab rats for making antivenom. Lemons and lemonade, right?

Captain’s Log: June 12th Doc’s “training” is coming along nicely. Sure, he still begs and pleads for us not to make him use his powers, but it doesn’t take much for him to give up anymore, and he’s finally giving us the animals we want. It helps that Haru was able to rig up one of the pullies to his cage so if he doesn’t comply, he gets a nice long dunk in the ocean to cool his head. Devil Fruit, am I right? I used to want one myself, but I’m starting to think it’s not worth the price.

Captain’s Log: June 18th Had to retrain Doc today. Thought he could get one over on me by turning a prisoner into a cobra. Too bad for him I was quick enough to shield my arm with Armament Haki. I think a long seawater bath will set him straight. Maybe break his leg, too, as a long-term reminder.

Doc really should be more grateful; it’s a win-win situation. We’re not killing or selling wild animals anymore, so his conservation work continues. And with all the fur, meat, and product we get out of it, we’re quickly getting filthy rich!

Captain’s Log: August 3rd Today was a huge score! We came across a lifeboat full of refugees. They were just floating there, helpless, packed in like sardines. Apparently, they’d been out there for days after their ship was attacked by a Sea King. We brought them aboard and promised we’d take them to the next island and provide food and shelter. They were so fucking grateful to be rescued they didn’t even care that we were pirates. Of course, their tunes changed once we started shoving them in cages!

We set Doc to work right away. The weakling whimpered a bit, especially when it came to the kids, but hey, it’s not like we’re breaking our promise; they’ll get to the next island. Maybe not in one piece, and definitely not human, but hey, them’s the breaks, right? It’s not like anyone will miss them, anyway.

Stomach churning with disgust, Nami couldn’t bring herself to do more than skim the later entries. Going by the dates, the captain had been making a massive profit off of selling exotic animal pelts, meat, venom, and pets for nearly two years. And he’d been forcing a man who’d devoted himself to protecting animals to do it.

No wonder the old man hated pirates. Had instinctively turned the Hearts into animals; he’d probably been scared out of his mind that they’d be just like the rest, ready to abuse and exploit him again. She could certainly relate.

“Nami?” Bepo’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Are you ok? You’re whiter than I am!”

Shaking her head, she tried to give a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Any luck on the boots?”

He held up a pair of what were once very fancy snakeskin boots, except they were clearly falling apart in his paws. “Sorry; even if they were wearable, they’re a size eight. But that book’s in good shape! Think it’s something we can give the old man?” he asked excitedly.

Swallowing hard, Nami stared at the leather journal. “No. I don’t think he’d want to read this.” If Arlong had ever kept a journal detailing all the awful things he’d done to exploit her, she’d much rather see it burn.

The Mink’s ears drooped at her answer. “Nami, what are we going to do if we can’t get the supplies we need for the trade?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? They needed those things to free the crew and get them turned back into humans. But everything on board was garbage at best. They needed some kind of solution, otherwise Law and the rest of the Hearts could give up any dreams of sailing the Grand Line, much less finding the One Piece.

What would Luffy do in this kind of situation?

The answer was so obvious, she nearly laughed.

“We’ll give him supplies from the Tang.”

Bepo’s black, button-like eyes widened as his jaw dropped in disbelief. “What?!”

“He’s not asking much; just basic amenities. We can get some pots and pans from the galley. Law wears a size ten—we’ll give him a pair of his boots. There’s gotta be spare blankets, and the library has tons of books we can give him. Hell, according to this,” she said, holding up the journal, “he was a conservationist; maybe he’d like that encyclopedia set by Dr. Monroe.”

Twiddling his claws nervously, Bepo cautioned, “Law’s not going to like giving the guy who turned him into a leopard any of our stuff.”

“Well, if Law wants to be human again, he’ll have to deal with it. We’ve got plenty of cash to replace them. Hell, if antivenom goes for as much as you say, we’ll be making a profit from this trip, so it evens out. We’re not giving him anything we can’t easily replace on Atifakuto.”

He blinked, surprised at her determination. “You know, I always heard you were greedy and didn’t like spending even a single belli on anyone but yourself. But you’re being surprisingly generous.”

A deep, melancholy frown marred her beautiful face as she stared down at the journal. “That old man…he was a prisoner. His powers—his passion—was exploited by pirates for years. He was abused, tortured, forced to turn innocent people into animals to be sold or slaughtered…” A knot formed in her throat, but she stubbornly swallowed it down. “If all he wants is a few pots and pans and to live out his life alone, I’m willing to spend a few belli on that.”

A large paw gently patted her shoulder. “Ok. I understand,” Bepo replied sympathetically. “Should we go back to the ship?”

That would be a good idea, wouldn’t it? They didn’t need to linger. They could head right back to the Tang and start administering the antivenom.

Still, she didn’t want to risk anything happening to the glass vials if the ride back got bumpy. She didn’t want to use the blanket on the captain’s bed, though; it would disturb the bird’s nest, and enough animals had suffered aboard this ship. “We’ll check the crew’s quarters for those rags, then head back. But I think we can leave the lower level alone.”

“Ok, Nami,” Bepo said, giving a reassuring smile. “Should we leave the journal?”

She hadn’t realized she’d been holding the leather-bound book in a white-knuckled grip. She took a deep, steadying breath as she pried her fingers off the diary’s spine, tucking it into her knapsack. “No. We’ll give it to the old man—it’ll make good kindling.”

Knowing what kind of bastard lived in that room, Nami was more than happy to march out of the captain’s quarters onto the main deck. That man was a monster. She hoped he drowned in the storm, or got turned into something truly horrible, like a centipede, or dung beetle, or—

The sound of heavy flapping caught her attention, and Nami only just managed to duck out of the way as a pair of sharp talons attempted to rake across her face.

“Eeeek!” she cried, crossing her arms across her face defensively. She could feel heavy gusts of wind beat against her as the bird missed, swooping past to land on the deck with a heavy thump.

“Nami!” Bepo cried as he ran out, growling at the enormous black vulture that glared at them both. Its head was dark and bald, and the hazel eyes were so hatefully human there was no question that it was another transformed pirate.

“Stay out of our way,” Bepo said to it, taking a fighting stance. He wobbled slightly, the wood beneath him creaking and the slant not helping his balance, but his expression remained firm.

The vulture gave a drawn-out, hateful hissing sound as it spread its massive wings, indicating the ship.

“So you’re the captain, huh?” Bepo replied. “Well, your ship’s gross!”

Nami wanted to sigh at her friend’s terrible attempt at trash-talk, but she decided it was better to lead by example. “So, the old man turned you into a vulture, huh?” she asked, getting up and assembling her Clima-Tact. “Guess it’s fitting for a scavenger like you!”

The captain let out another hiss before taking off into the air, catching the wind and soaring above them, circling the ship as it formulated a plan.

Nami, however, wasn’t going to let that happen. “Cyclone Tempo!” she shouted, swinging her staff and launching a gust of wind at the bird. It did the trick of knocking it off-course, sending it further into the sky, but it also blasted Nami backwards with enough force to send her crashing through a rotten part of the deck floor.

She screamed as the wood splintered around her and she tumbled through the air. Luckily it wasn’t a long drop, and instead of landing on the floor she splashed into water, which was just deep enough to keep her from sustaining any major harm.

Sputtering, she stood up. The seawater reached her waist, and there were enough holes in the ceiling to let the moonlight in so she could see.

She wished she couldn’t.

Nami’s stomach turned as she took in the large room. There were cages everywhere. Many of them were broken and covered in barnacles after two months being submerged in salt water, but a few were still in decent enough shape that there was no doubt that the ship’s lower level had basically been a prison. To her left was a huge workbench covered in bone saws, knives for skinning, whips, chains, collars, and all sorts of other contraptions she didn’t care to identify.

Pirates like these reminded her why she didn’t believe people like Luffy existed for so long. They beat and tortured an old man, who just wanted to protect wildlife, for the sake of exploiting his powers. Then, they forced him to turn innocent people into animals so they could be sold as pets, skinned, or otherwise extorted.

This wasn’t right. Nami had no problem with animals being used for food or domesticated, but this was completely different, even if they hadn’t been humans first. Those pirates had gone out of their way to be cruel if the whips and chains on the wall were anything to go by.

“I’m beginning to think the old man’s inability to swim wasn’t the only reason he didn’t want to come back here,” she whispered to herself.

“Nami! Are you ok?!” Bepo called down, poking his head into the hole she’d fallen through. His eyes widened as he took in the cages, rusted saws, and chains. She could imagine that, even after two months being washed away by the brine, he could still smell lingering traces of blood and animal flesh.

When he bared his teeth in anger, Nami knew he’d managed to connect the dots of what exactly had occurred on the ship.

“I’m ok!” she assured, looking for the exit. “I’ll be right with you.”

“I’ll come down and get you!”

“Don’t risk it!” she cried, already wading towards the stairs. She could feel the rotten wood giving way beneath her with every step. “The floor can barely hold my weight, much less yours. Keep a lookout for that vulture, though!”

“Ok—” his response was cut off by a roar of pain, and through the gap between Bepo’s head and the edge of the hole Nami could see sharp talons grasping at his neck.

“Bepo!” she screamed, wading as fast as she could towards the stairs, stumbling over debris and holes and possibly even bones. She forced herself not to think about that—what mattered was getting upstairs and helping her friend!

Finally, she was able to pull herself out of the water, and the stairs cracked and broke beneath her feet as she ran up, but she didn’t care. When she got to the door at the top, she slammed her thin shoulder against it, fighting the rusty lock and hinges as they tried to keep her from the outside world. Not to be deterred, she braced herself against the corner of the stairway and unleashed another Cyclone Tempo to break them open.

The doors went flying, and Nami dashed outside in time to see the vulture take off, Bepo’s knapsack in its talons.

“No!” she screamed, futilely diving for the bird, but it was out of her reach. She was tempted to blast it down with a lightning bolt, but that would most certainly destroy the vials kept inside the bag. Another blast of wind would just push it further away, and her other attacks were useless.

As it flew towards the island, the vulture turned its bald head and gave a menacing hiss.

“What did it say?” Nami asked as she rushed to Bepo’s side. His neck and shoulders were scratched up, but his thick fur and skin had prevented them from going too deep.

“He said…he said ‘if you want the antivenom, bring us the doctor’,” he whimpered, looking confused. “But why would they want Law?”

“They don’t,” Nami replied sadly, staring at the island. “They want the old man.”

[edda-blattfe]

Twisted Wonderland: Movie based headcanons pt.2

(This list is comprised of headcanons for the main villains based off of skills/habits/& personalities of their movie counterparts. This means that characters such as Ace Trappola, Ortho Shroud, Jack Howl, and Sebek Zigvolt (characters without a clear counterpart) will not be included. Characters based off of ones with little personal info may also not be included. Admittedly, I mainly used the Disney wiki to gather this info. Btw, did y’all know Jafar has a twin sister who’s also a necromancer? He was also supposed to have grown up on the streets, like Aladdin, but it was cut from the final film; I wish it hadn’t been, that’s a fantastic parallel!)

Jamil Viper:

- I hope y’all like sadistic psychopaths, ‘cause that’s Jamil in a nut shell. He appears calm and collected most of the time, making sure to sport a somewhat friendly smile in order to appear somewhat approachable to other students; never assume this means he’ll allow anyone to all over him, Kalim not included. Crossing this boy is a great way to end up in an “unfortunate accident” during practice or chemistry. It’s frightening how easy it is for him to cause such things without feeling even a smidge of guilt, but certainly effective.

- He holds a lot of resentment for Kalim and his family for subjugating the Viper line, making it difficult, if not impossible, for them to ascend beyond their current social class. Jamil aims to change that reality. He hungers for power and has found that it is attainable through his relationship with Kalim. The young aristocratic depends on his aid so much now that Jamil could probably do just about anything he wanted...in exchange for having to babysit Kamil 24/7.

- Actually a pretty punny person! Jamil has a witty, dare I say puntastic, sense of humor; you can tell he’s in a good mood by the amount of them he slips into a conversation. During magic tests he’ll say things like ,I’m just getting fired up,” before launching a fire based attack or, “I’ll just have to blow you away,” for an air one. Kalim finds puns cringey, but laughs just to humor his friend.

Vil Schoenheit:

- Manipulative af. When Vil wants something, he will get it, and is brilliant at convincing others to help him do so. Sometimes it’s through flattery, others, blackmail, and, most often, good old fashioned peer pressure. It’s not always used for the wrong reasons, mind you. If you were able to get him to a farmers market or some establishment where bargaining is still useful, he’d be very influential in getting you a good deal on any item.

- This one isn’t surprising in the least, but he thoroughly enjoys admiring himself in the mirror. In fact, he loves it so much that the Pomefiore dormitory is filled with mirrors. Hopefully the dorm windows never face the sun, otherwise anyone will be blinded by the brightness of the rays reflecting off the reflective surfaces.

- Vil is obsessively meticulous, and a little bit of a control freak. If something has a place it needs to be returned there after its use, failure to do so...well, it’s not pretty. His chemistry measurements are always precise and he’s always sure to read the fine print.

Idia Shroud:

- Idia is pyrokinetic, not to the level of being op though. His abilities have limitations when he’s not using a wand. Definitely has a leg up in fire based spells.

- He’s actually has a bit of a temper, but never shows it in public. Maybe if you demolish a computer in front of him....yeah, that might bring it out.

- Has three aunts; one remembers everything since the moment she was born, another acts like she knows exactly what everyone should be doing with their lives, and the last swears she can kill people just by cutting a piece of thread. Idia thinks they're all nuts and need to be institutionalized.

Leona Kingscholar:

- He loaths the song "It's a Small World" with a firey passion; sing it to him if you're craving a knuckle sandwich.

- Other than marital arts, he's a talented actor. Dude can convincingly fake cry and quote Shakespeare! Too bad Night Raven doesn't have a drama department....or do they? (Does the cafe have poetry night? Cause Leona would love that!)

Maleus Draconia:

- Has a pet crow back home named Damian. He cares more about that bird than most everyone else in his life. (Yeah, yeah, I know Crowley is probably based off of Diablo, but the damn bird is one of the few things villain Maleficent canonically cares about. Let the boy have his bird, damnit!)

- Mal has a habit of referring to his underclassmen as his "pets" along with many other demeaning nicknames.

- Look, the man is a sadist at heart. Why no one is taking advantage of this fact, I have no clue!

[flameontheotherside]

"That Hoe Over There"

Jason told me there was a group of guys here on campus talking about my supposed "easy" nature. Ummm.... I'll take that as a compliment. 😂👏🏼👏🏼 They must be mad because they know I would rather hang out with Jason (Ares) as a friend so they look for every reason to make me out to be some dirty whore. 🙄 Salty much? He said that they stopped talking about me when he got close. He's a big guy, all muscle. He makes a great body guard for me.

I'm not easy... I'm way to awkward for that. It's just since allowing Vanessa, my higher self help me, I've been wearing make up and dressing more feminine. In appearance I . I just Jive well with guys than women. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of females here on campus I would trust to have a conversation with. Especially hearing all the gossip. If they talk about others the way they do, then I don't want them as friends. Guys aren't like that. They just talk about who they want to fuck, sports and video games. Then again I'm not really here to make friends with people.

First day "working" was easy.

I got stationed in the kitchen helping the "chef". May be as an assistant because she looked relieved in that I offered to do some of the cooking labor/prep work. Not everyone knows that I was somehow able to go through culinary school without a GED. I enjoy laid back kitchen work. Fast paced work is too intense for me. Even working in the bakery department of Fresh Market got to be too much. With anxiety and taking things too literally and being forgetful in a crazy setting is hard. Lite paced and prep work is easier and more fun.

Cooking at home is better obviously. I would love to bake and cook for parties and stuff.... Then of course eat. I gained weight when I worked in the kitchen. Stress and depression where there is food is what kills me. Now that I'm back to my tiny self I rather not be subject to that again. Where there are sweets I have almost no control.

Filling for disability today.

I'm waiting to schedule or perhaps see a caseworker for applying for disability and make sure I have my food stamp app reviewed. I'm hoping that it's true that I'm not on a limited time. Either way I want to be out asap. My worry is that I don't get disability in time for them to kick me out. Erik says I will get it but idk. Will have to just wait and see. I know I'll get food stamps and free public transportation passes.

When I get disability they will help me with housing options. My caseworker knows about Aspergers and Autism so it helps to have her ear. I have a feeling in the end I might have to live with my mom. 😕 I'm not that disabled but if little things freak me out and make me insane then idk. Yet at the same time I'm taking care of my priorities in baby steps without someone to hold my hand so that's something. Not let little things overwhelm me to the point I'm not as responsible as I want to be. I don't want to rely on too much.

😘💕💞❤️ I love you guys!

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧Don’t forget to take a look at Erik’s blog ran by his amazing mom Dr Elisa Medhus. Lots of stuff about his afterlife and 💩 at channelingerik.com.

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[goldenchildkatsuki]

Hi, could you make a drabble about enemies but secretly dating for Kacchako? Thank you very much!

I can’t write you a drabble but I can write you a 4.7k one shot instead, is that alright?

Summary: Uraraka, studies Pedagogy at Univeristy. For a big research report for one of her classes she decided to start an all girls soccer team. She managed to start up a team with 14 enthaustiastic and active young girls that love nothing more than to run around the field with her and learn from her. Uraraka had been really enjoying spending time and learning from the girls until an asshole with a tracksuit from her Uni arrived to the club, with a new all boys team, picking a fight with her by taking in her pitch.

Writers note: I asked on Tumblr to send a cliché fanfiction trope in my ask box and I would make a decent Kacchako drabble out of it. This is for the third ask I received. Someone requested for me to write them as enemies but secretely dating. It took me some time to think of something but I’m in love with what I eventuallu came up with. I didn’t manage to put the “secretely dating” part in YET. I say “YET” as I really want to write a next chapter (see the end for more notes).

Word count: 4.700

AO3 link: (x)

YOU PUSH & YOU PULL

“Now go give mommy a kiss, we’re starting soon!” Uraraka gently ushered the girl towards her mother. With a big smile the girl ran in the arms of her mother and placed a giant kiss on her cheek.

“Be good to Miss Uraraka, you hear Keiko?” The mother told her child as she was smothering her against her chest.

“Yes mommy!”

“And to the other girls too, no dirty tackles!”

“Well that’s something I can’t promise.” All three of them started laughing. The mother let go of her child who ran past Uraraka towards the canteen. Uraraka approached the mother as she watched the girl run to her friends and who happily greeted her.

“She sure is something.” Uraraka smiled.

The mother looked past her at the group of girls in the canteen and sighed. “She is. It’s this sport that brings out this side of her. Keiko finally has a place where she can be herself. Thanks again Miss Uraraka, for setting up the girls soccer team.” She bowed and Uraraka gestured for her to lift her head.

“Please Miss Nakahara, no need to thank me. I love teaching the girls and running around the pitch with them. It’s a nice to actually do something with kids instead of just reading about them in pedagogics books.”

Miss Nakahara’s eyebrows perked up. “Oh! That reminds me, have you run into-“

A hurdle of loudly chittering girls in soccer gear interrupted her and marched towards them, like the girls were readying for a demonstration they had their small fists raised and eyes filled with rage.”

“Coach Uraraka!” They all cried for her attention. Uraraka turned to them and tried to hush them as all the girls started to speak at once, every voice trying to get over the other voice.

“Girls. Girls! One person at a time please.” Uraraka had to raise her voice.

The girls gradually fell silent and looked at each other, their heads turned towards the pitches and pointed at the field. Another team in orange jersey’s were running laps around the field. Their field. The field Uraraka had requested for her to train her team on at exactly 6:30 PM. Uraraka rolled up the sleeve of her windbreaker and looked at her watch.

6:37 PM.

Of course he would go in and snatch the field in those 7 freaking minutes.

Uraraka excused herself from Keiko’s mother and lead her team to her pitch. She walked onto the pitch and saw the head turn of a couple of boys. Cheeky smiles appeared on their faces and they continued running as if they weren’t supposed to have a single foot on the field. The anger in her started building up, something she had promised herself to contain seeing as she clearly had influenced the kids with it. She adjusted, scoped around the field and spotted him.

The cockiest, most-arrogant and selfish brat on campus. Wearing his stupid school issued tracksuit to training, standing there if he owned the pitch, like he bough it himself. He seemed to be so far in his own butt that he didn’t even seem to properly pay attention to the kids. As typical as you can get a Sport and Exercise Science student.

Uraraka cupped her hands at her mouth. “Hey!”

The guy raised his wrist and tapped on this watch. As fast as he noticed her, he lost interest in her and turned towards his team, that had started to slow down anticipating a war about to go down. The girls hesitantly turned their heads towards Uraraka, who was gritting her teeth flat.

“Girls…” She growled as she tightened her ponytail.

“Oh no.” A girl whispered. “She tightened her ponytail, you know that that means.” The girl next to her sighed.

“Wait here for me.” Uraraka ignored them and jogged across the field, ready to confront the guy for what must’ve been the millionth time. It was as if he was really out to get her. She had been through hell to make a pitch available at a time that suited her, the team and the other professional coaches walking around at the club. It took her a lot of work to make sure the pitch was empty between 6:30 and 8 PM, seeing as the team before her often extended their trainings and the team after her took a lot of time warming up and therefore preferred to start earlier. And she was extremely proud when she was able to make the coaches sympathize with her, explaining how much the girls and she herself were enjoying learning from that hour and a half on the soccer field. As a result of that the pitch was made available for her.

Uraraka was late once. Once. And the pitch was already claimed by someone else. No one else other than Bakugou Katsuki, who had decided to start up a boys league as his project for one of his Sports Pedagogy classes, that evening. When she first saw him on the pitch she remembered him walking around campus once, with the notorious dark blue track suit, sunken into his collar and glaring at everyone he walked past. From that she could’ve guessed he wasn’t one of the few sympathetic people from that major. Carefully she had walked up to him and explained him that she was scheduled to have the pitch and kindly told him to get off of it.

“So uptight.” Was the first thing he said to her.

Uraraka couldn’t believe her eyes. She pardoned herself and tried to explain it to him again, trying not to beat around the bush that time.

“And also annoying, great.” Was the second thing he had said to her.

Bakugou had hushed her as she opened her mouth ready to verbally attack him.

“Listen Miss Stick Up Her Ass. You’re 11 minutes late alright? Rules says a reserved pitch becomes available again if the coach doesn’t inform the club of their absence at least five minutes ahead of scheduled time. So take your girls scouts elsewhere.”

Uraraka had never been that close to punching someone in the face, he had shut her up like it was nothing. She wasn’t able to express nothing else but anger, something she had never felt before. All she could do was guide her team to the canteen and ask the head of the club about the so said rules, and it turned out the guy was right. She couldn’t remember a time she had felt worse than when she had to the send the girls home, not being able to find another pitch as the champions league was getting close and almost every coach had scheduled in extra hours of training for their team.

Since that evening Uraraka had been running into Bakugou at the constantly, on campus and unfortunately on Mondays. Even when there were other pitches available he would cross out her name on the training schedule or even have one of the boys on his team stall her so they could take the field. It was one big joke to him. She couldn’t imagine him having an actual grudge against her, so the only thing she could think of to make sense of his behavior was that he genuinely enjoyed to ruin the fun of her and 14 little girls.

“Rules are rules.” Bakugou smirked at her.

“Give me a break! I was talking to a mother of one of the girls.”

“Rules are-“

Uraraka pointed a finger straight at him. “Don’t you dare say that again.”

Bakugou huffed and crossed his arms. “Or what? You’ll have a go at me again?”

She didn’t expect him to let that go any time soon. Almost a month ago, Uraraka had managed to set up a practice game with another all girls team. She was extremely excited as she had been thinking her team was the only girls team in the area. The coach of the other team had reached out to the club head and had mentioned Uraraka’s team, highly recommended her even. A week before the practice game Uraraka had managed to get new jersey’s for the girls to wear at the game. Before practice she had left the box containing them on the pitch and left her team to fill her water bottle in the restroom. When she came back she saw her girls yelling at Bakugou’s boys who had taken the new Jersey’s and had put them on her head, tied them around their neck and head. She was in complete and utter shock and tried her best to control the chaos as she walked on the pitch. Then she saw Bakugou, surrounded by a couple of boys, with a pink jersey on his head.

“Okay guess who I am.” He told the kids. “Blah, blah, blah, get off my pitch, nag nag nag.” He swiped the shirt over his shoulders, pretending to move hair out of  his face.

Uraraka didn’t know what came over her but before she could think rationally she ran at him and tackled him. She sat on his waist and repeatedly punched his chest. It caused hell to break loose, the girls let out their battle cries and followed their coach’s example by attacking the boys on the field. They started to chase the boys team, threw kicks and punches, tackled and pushed, until the head walked onto the pitch. He had sent both teams home and scolded the petty coaches, giving them one more chance to behave.

Uraraka rolled her eyes as far back as humanly possible at a Bakugou who was standing before her, ever so smug about his own nasty joke.

“Again, I thought it was funny.”

“Just leave, you jerk.” Uraraka groaned. She didn’t want to waste any more time on him, time was ticking away and the girls haven’t broke a single sweat. She could tell Bakugou was considering making it even more difficult for her, but after a few strokes on the chin he had decided the reaction he got out of her was enough for that day.

“Fine. Brats, pack your crap and head to field E, we’ll continue training there.” He shouted at his team. The boys hang their heads in disappointment, clearly ready for discourse between the two coaches. They picked up their bags and walked to their coach.

“Right, let’s move it, we’ve tortured her enough for today.” Bakugou told his boys. “Now tell Miss Stick Up Her Ass til’ next time.” He pointed his chin towards Uraraka. The boys did as they were told and followed Bakugou off the pitch.

Uraraka’s team hurried onto the field and glared along with Uraraka at the team that left to go two fields over. Uraraka became aware of her behavior and softened her face. She clapped her hands together and woke the team up from their trance.

“Right ladies. Let’s go warm-up! Let’s make this a quick one okay, we don’t have much time left.” She started running in her place, knees high, trying to enlighten the mood and get everyone motivated. But the girls weren’t been born yesterday and couldn’t train without making sure their coach was feeling alright.

“Don’t be discouraged coach, we’ll get him one day!” Tora took her hand.

Junko started rubbing Uraraka’s lower back. “We’ll kick his butt again.”

The girls started cheering and raising their fists, Uraraka couldn’t help but giggle. Even though it was quite a funny scene, this wasn’t what these girls were supposed to be thinking. She didn’t want them to grow up to believe that you could hurt anyone that makes you or others you like feel sad. It was embarrassing the way she acted a month ago, it’s still embarrassing the way she acted around him. He brought out that awful side of her but at the same time it was up to her how she dealt with it. Right now, she was doing a poor job of handling her emotions and now it’s reflecting onto the kids more and more.

“Kicking butts is not the answer ladies.” She pat Tora and Junko’s heads.

“But coach Bakugou is a big meanie. And we’ve kicked his butt for it before.” The poor kids sounded so confused as to why this was morally wrong.

Uraraka squatted down to the girls’ level and huddled them in closer.

“Listen. Coach Bakugou is a big meanie, yes, but you can’t kick people’s butts for it. That makes you a meanie too, do you all follow?” The girls nodded.

“But doesn’t that make you a meanie Miss Uraraka?” Keiko asked.

Uraraka took a deep breath. “I guess you can say that, but I’m the biggest meanie of us all for making you pumpkins think this behavior is okay. That’s why I’m going to have to talk to coach Bakugou, like a real grown up, so we can settle this once and for all.” It took her all might to purse that sentence over her lips. It was a really bold and ambitious statement to make considering the instant irritation she felt when only his name was mentioned. She had been meaning to have a real conversation with the guy for some time though. Uraraka had been too proud to apologize to him after attacking him. To clear her conscious and because she actually felt the slightest bit of guilt after socking him in the chin before getting dragged off him by the head, she had been meaning to apologize to him.

“When are you going to do the grown up talk?”

“I don’t know Emi, I don’t see coach Bakugou at school often. But you girls don’t have to worry about that. You guys have to think about the fun stuff! Like the parent day training, isn’t that going to be exciting?” She lied and managed to avoid going any deeper on that subject. Luckily, the girls picked up on the genuine excitement and let the subject go.

After letting the girls ask each other about what they were going to teach their parents at the parent training day, she sent them out to do a little warm up session and then work on what they wanted to teach their parents next week in teams of 2. Usually Uraraka would actively try to join in every team, giving more instructions but this evening she let the girls work independently, jumping in when she was called out to. For most part of the training she was on her phone, something she normally wouldn’t dare to take out of her bag and looked at the Sports and Exercise Science Major schedule. Their classes didn’t match up with hers in at all, making it so that she actually saw Bakugou more than she wanted. Often she would spot him at the end of the day, sitting on the steps of the library, which seemed to be his usual spot, reading coursebooks. He always managed to notice her, despite how small she tried to make herself and how fast she tried to walk past him. He would greet her with an insult and she would contain herself not to flip him off. At first she thought of seeing him with a bunch of books to be a coincidence, not being able to imagine a student of the Sports and Exercise Science other than passive, based off the reputation graduates and current students have left at the university. But every time she saw him on those steps he had his nose buried in a book, looking as invested as once could be in a course book and scribbled away in notebooks. It was kind of admirable but that made it even harder for her to wrap her head around the fact that for some reason he would rather risk ruining his practical assessment learning experience by essentially bullying her.

It didn’t make sense.

He could be a decent guy if he wanted to.

They could’ve even bonded over their shared interest in pedagogics.

But he had to be put himself up to be detestable, leaving it hard for her to see him in another way.

After looking at their schedules side by side for the longest time she had established there was no time she was guaranteed to see him for a long period of time and talk to him. Uraraka was starting to have her doubts, would there ever be an appropriate time where she could talk to him? Most likely not. And even if there was, would he even listen to her without interrupting, insulting her or taking it the wrong way? Hard to imagine.

When Uraraka saw the first mother of one of the kids walk into the canteen, she decided to shove her thoughts to the side and join the team with all her enthusiasm. She called the girls and told them they were going to play a quick game of ‘Dragon Tail Tag’ before cooling down. It made her feel much better when she was actually up and moving again and laughing with her team. By the time they were at the last exercise of the cooling down most of the parents were waiting in the canteen for their daughters.

Quickly Uraraka ran up and down the pitch to collect as much of the equipment on the pitch as she could whilst sending the girls to their parents, not wanting them to wait for too long.

“But Miss Uraraka, we can help!” a girl tugged at her windbreaker.

“That’s sweet of you Ayiko, but your daddy and little brother are waiting for you. I’ll clean up by myself this one time.” At this point she was buried under a pile of pilons, hoops and a single ball. The pitch lights shot on which gave her a better indication of time. Uraraka told the girls a hurried goodbye and rushed off the pitch to the equipment shed.

She looked at her feet trying to make sure she didn’t crash into anyone and right before reaching the equipment shed someone cut her off. The sneakers looked familiar and it made her whole face turn sour.

“Watch out will you?” Uraraka murmured.

“Keep giving me that attitude, see where that will get you.” Bakugou yelled from the shed.

Uraraka had enough of him for one evening. She was not about the ruin the last part of the evening which had been amazing. She loudly tapped her foot whilst he kept rummaging.

“Can you hurry up please?”

“Can you shut up please?”

Enough of his attitude Uraraka was ready to squeeze past the boy, dump her stuff and leave. She was about to set a single step forward as she felt tiny hands push into her back and legs, forcefully shoving her into the shed. Every item immediately fell to the floor, both Uraraka and Bakugou turned around and saw the big eyes of boys and girls in the slit of the closing door.

The two moved into action to late and their noses met a closed door. They heard the key turn and Bakugou instantly fired up, banging on the shed door.

“What are you doing little shits?! Let me out!” He yelled into the keyhole.

Commotion erupted on the other end of the door. Uraraka tried to push Bakugou aside. “Girls, this is not funny. I told you to go to your parents, not play pranks. Let us out.”

Uraraka put her ear against the door and listened to the commotion dying down.

“You can’t get out before you’ve had the grown up talk with coach Bakugou, miss!” Tora said.

Uraraka felt Bakugou staring at her and her face turned bright red. “Uh girls, I-I said I would do that at school, t-there’s no need to do that now!”

“But you said you don’t see coach Bakugou often, now he’s there with you, you can talk.” Emi yelled back.

Bakugou kicked the door. “If you brats don’t let me out I’m going to make sure you pass out at the next training!”

“Coach Bakugou, we had a grown up talk with the girls, now you have to do the same with Miss Stick Up Her Ass.”

“I don’t h-have to do anything! Kenji, I will-“

“You can get out after you two stop being meanies!” They heard the kids walk away from the shed.

Uraraka put her hands to her face and fell to her knees. As if the feud had any chance of being resolved in this time and space. She had seen and heard enough of him and the guy himself was probably too riled up to even have a trivial conversation with about the weather. If the kids really stuck to their word, they might as well make themselves comfy for staying overnight.

Bakugou kicked over a pilon and let out the most raged filled groan she had ever heard from him.

“Good fucking job on keep your kids in check. See, next time you overshare with people that are half your age, try to keep my name out of your mouth.”

Bakugou really knew how to make a bad situation worse, choosing the worst time to get under her skin. She had promised herself not to lash out again but he was making it extremely hard not to deck him to the ground right there and then. Uraraka simply bit her tongue.

“This sure is something only you would be able to cause. So typical.” Bakugou continued.

“Don’t act like you know me.” Uraraka let a small portion of her anger out but the intensity in her voice would have sent the biggest man shivers down his spine. She stood up and felt her anger levels rising along with her. Not being able to control the amount of anger she let out she raised her voice. “Don’t act like you know me, because you don’t know me at all. Your smug ass has no cl-“

“Let me tell you something, you act like you know everything about me, but you don’t! You just think you do.” He snapped back at her.

Uraraka shook her head, trying to get her head around what came out of his mouth. A quick thoughts of self-awareness and guilt shot through her mind, leaving her at a loss of words.

She diverted her eyes away from him. “That’s not…I”

“You just see what you want to see. I know exactly what you think of me. You think I’m some lazy goof who’s just here to pass. But I actually happen to tolerate these kids, I might even go as far to say that I like them and I think it’s fucking fun exercising with them. I’m learning a shitload from them and the fact that they somehow tolerate me too, makes me even more motivated to learn more. You act like you’re the only one on this god forsaken planet that cares about those kids and learning from them. Well, guess what princess…”

“Bakugou, I didn’t…” Uraraka didn’t have a single thing she could follow up with. Though what he said was genuine and reasonable, every fiber in her being wanted to stay angry at him. She wanted to curse at him, scream at him, something! But it refused to come out. Bakugou seemed to have noticed her tied up feelings, he looked like he was going to take his advantage as she was blown away by his words. Instead he was actually looking for words himself, hesitantly opening and closing his mouth.

“Ha? You didn’t what? Know that about me? Like I said, you see what you want to see.” He eventually decided to say. Part of his confidence had left his voice. “Just like you refuse to see that I…that I was just fucking with you to get your god damn attention. Fucking hell, how obvious could I have been!”

If Uraraka feelings weren’t tied up before, they definitely were now. She physically felt the knot in her stomach, getting tighter and tighter as she tried to process what Bakugou told her. Teasing her to get her attention? They weren’t 5-year old on a playground anymore? Uraraka though back to every insult and every rude comment she got thrown at her head. Finally being able to make somewhat sense of the situation, she could only feel offended and irked by his childish ways.

“Oh give me a break!” Uraraka sputtered. “Have you ever heard of just being nice? That’s kind of how flirting works you know?”

Bakugou face suddenly turned softer and his skin started to take a rosy shade of pink. “You’re cute when you’re angry though.” He said as if it completely validated his actions.

“Oh, I hate you!” Uraraka yelled at him.

Bakugou closed some distance between them. “Come on, you like me too!”

Uraraka copied him. She wasn’t stubborn but with Bakugou it was necessary to hold her own ground. She put a single finger on his chest and pressed down.

“I don’t, I hate your face, that’s way too handsome for your shitty personality. I hate how good that stupid tracksuit looks on you. I hate your smile when you make the children laugh at your stupid jokes that I totally haven’t found funny or laughed at, not even once, no. I hate how you’re smart, I hate how you’re actually earnest, interesting, passionate and motivated. I. Hate You!” Uraraka managed to say with a single breathe.

Bakugou smirked.

“You like me.” He took her finger of his chest and held on to it.

“I hate that I do.” Uraraka sighed.

“Can we stop yelling so I can kiss you already?”

“Do it before I hate you even more.”

It didn’t seem like she had to tell him twice. As he grabbed her face with both hands he pushed her against the racks, causing equipment to fall at their feet. A very fast paced kiss, with teeth clashing and no room to breathe. Desperation coming to the surface as their hands started to roam. Her hands went up his jacket and tugged at his shirt. His short nails digging in her jawline and neck. As if they could rip each other to shreds. Uraraka was the first to pull back, gasping for air. Their breathing falling in sync as they stared into each other’s eyes, like lions ready to bite into their prey.

“Miss?”

Uraraka pushed Bakugou an arms length away, almost causing him to trip over a pilon. Big eyes looked into the shed through a small creek.

“Let me through! Miss Uraraka, are you alright?” Keiko’s mother waded through the sea of children and opened the shed door wider. Confused she looked back and forth between the two red faced coaches.

“Miss Nakahara! I..uh. First of all, I-I’m sorry for, uh…” Uraraka put her hands over her mouth, her thumbs cleaning off the saliva left at the corners of her mouth.

The mother squinted into the darkness.

“Are you two…” she slowly started her sentence.

“No.” Uraraka cut her off.

Nakahara looked at Bakugou and frowned.

“I thought you two disliked each other. I didn’t think-“

“I hate him.” Uraraka blurted out.

She walked towards Nakahara and bowed. “Now if you excuse me.” She awkwardly smiled at the children, that for the first time ever were completely silent. Uraraka speed walked towards Field B and to get her bag and rush home from what might have been the most embarrassing moment in her whole life. She didn’t have a foot on the field yet or she felt a hand holding on to her wrist. She recognized the firm grip and stopped herself from turning around.

“I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

“What?! What makes you think I want to go out with you?”

She heard him laugh. “Because you like me.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you hate that you do.”

He let go of her wrist and walked away from her.

“See you tomorrow.”

“You won’t.”

Yet there she stood, the next evening, 15 minutes early, in front of the campus entrance, waiting on him to come and take her out.

Writers note: So are you tired of the “Bakugou teasing someone as a way of flirting” trope yet? BECAUSE I SURE AM NOT.

[jashindoesntloveshidan]

Hidan Bio- revamped

Hey lol. Sooo I talked about revamping Hidan a little bit and this was the result. I’m just posting it here so I have a hard copy of it right on the blog for myself. It got hella freaking long, so I’m putting it under a cut. Feel free to read if you really wanna (good luck tbh). But it touches on the most important parts of his life (childhood, family, religion, sexuality, etc.) anyway it here

Hidan was a wild child- as wild as they come. Always full of energy and ready to take on the world. He was an only child. His mother, a Japanese immigrant, always had him exposed to his heritage's traditions. His father, an American of Russian descent, wasn’t traditional in a cultural way; but rather, a religious way.

Hidan was raised with lots of religious influences. Christianity was taught from his father's side, and Shintoism from his mother's. The two religions conflicted, yet corresponded with each other. Going to church every single Sunday was important to the Taketori- Sorokin’s. Hidan had a pretty active school life. He played sports, and trained for MMA. He also got along fairly well with his classmates. At first, he would always start trouble with the other students who picked on him (mainly for his odd hair color, or slanted eyes). But, as time went on, he became known as the class clown. Never taking anything seriously, and constant rebellion was "in", it seemed. He wasn't the handsomest guy- and he sure as hell wasn't the smartest- but he had all the attention he craved. Unfortunately, the attention he wanted didn't last for long. It's hard to keep a curious Hidan under control. The day he decided to explore his sexuality, he was caught by his father. Normally, a parent who walked in on their kid indecent with someone else would react calmly, or embarrassingly. However, this was not the case. His parents were too strict with their religious beliefs, and kicked him out of the house for the grave sin he committed. He was not welcome back home until he formally apologizes for doing that in the house, and promising he'll never do it again. Needless to say, he never went back home. He spent some time hopping to and fro different friends houses until they all got sick of him. It was hard to keep up this living situation and begin the last year of high school, so the man ultimately dropped out. He was alone in the universe at just 17 years old. During this stage of his life, he grew attached to an old classmate. A girl named Konan, who eventually became his girlfriend, and helped massively with his living situation. They stayed together until after her high school graduation. She disappeared without a word, and left the man alone, once again. This was his lowest point. There was nowhere to go. He had already cut off ties from his old friends and family. He felt lost. Poor choices landed him to his very last resort. His powerful physique was granted to him due to long hours training for MMA. He had no other useful skill to apply in a work environment. The only thing he had was his body, his stamina, and the empty space in his mind where self-worth and dignity were no longer present. Sex work isn't easy; especially for a barely legal teenaged boy. It was long hours, few breaks, and so many damn demands. It was hell. But, at least it paid well. He was able to make enough money to live with a few other people he met through the business.

He had some things going for him. He was housed, he was fed, he got the attention he craved back again. Yet…. something was still missing. There was a hole in his heart that couldn’t be filled with hard work, varying substances, or other people. He was empty. He was hollowed from his lack of faith in anything.

He denounced his religion when he left his parents house. He didn’t believe in a god, or any gods in the universe who spoke of love, but show hatred toward their creation(s). It didn’t make any sense. He craved something like that to hold onto, but couldn’t bring himself to believe in an entity so cliche.

From the friends he made through the industry, he discovered a brand new religion. It was called ‘Jashinism’, praising the true god, Jashin. It’s platform revolved around human interaction- sharing and equating each other's hardships. You learn to become conscious of your mind, body, spirit, experiences, and your existence. It recognized that no two people are alike, and celebrated it. It encouraged self punishment, and celebrated those who can learn to appreciate the pain. Jashin promises eternal divinity to his greatest servants. Hidan was determined to be the best one there ever was.

~ One night, he was requested by an esteemed, high paying costumer. It was an older man, at least 30 years older than Hidan. He was stoic, but showed a huge interest in the brawny callboy. The guy liked Hidan. He came back for him again. And then, he came back again. And again. And again, until he gave Hidan an offer he couldn't refuse. What started out as a typical sugar daddy/baby relationship grew into something more... meaningful. The man caught genuine feelings for Hidan. As did Hidan with with man. This was the start of his remarkable long-term relationship with Kakuzu. Kakuzu gave Hidan the world. Anything and everything he wanted was his. You can say he was very spoiled. He taught the younger man so much about life, and people, and money, and how to rule the world without lifting a single pretty finger.  Kakuzu even helped him get an education; including a GED and classes at the local community college. This was the happiest Hidan had ever been. Happiness, however, doesn't last forever. After almost 2 years together, Kakuzu had enough of the silvery man. However, it wasn't a spiteful split. He chose to break things off with Hidan because he knew he was holding him back. Hidan had the potential to go on and do great things, without the help of a money hungry old man. He helped him transfer to a new college, and, as a final 'thank you', offered to take on whatever debt Hidan couldn't handle himself.

Hidan didn’t want to feel so depressed about losing Kakuzu. It was the first real love of his life. He was secure- he felt invincible. But now, it’s like he has to start his life all over again. He still had his religion, at least. If he couldn’t stay with Kakuzu, then he’d go back to his word of being the most devout follower Jashin has ever seen.

Now, he is at TTU. He felt alone once again upon attending. He's happy to have been accepted, but distraught to not have Kakuzu around. He didn't think anyone could light a spark as powerful as the one Kakuzu once had.

That is, until the sparks were literally projected into the sky above him.

From there, his friendship with a boy named Deidara had begun....

[kween-heather]

It was a series of rather unfortunate events that started with Chris insisting they fly over land as much as they possibly could when flying between destinations.

A hassle because they constantly had to take pit stops to make sure we had proper clearance, and considering the condition of the plane... the constant stopping and starting caused a malfunction, and we had to have an emergency water landing on a nearby lake.

A lake that just so happened to be the one I live on.

And since the Wilson household was so close, Chris decided to take us all there, and of course my mother so kindly agreed.

I hate that woman.

Regardless, there I was, with all my cast mates - who were all still extra rowdy from the drama that was Gwuncan hooking up - in my house.

But I suppose I was a bit more pleased when I found out I could sleep in my own bed for the first time in weeks. Less happy when I had to share it. The choice was mine at least, and I picked Courtney. One, because she’s not a boy, and two, she wasn’t Gwen or Sierra. And also a little bit because I felt bad for her.

I was making myself comfortable within my own room, showing Courtney the ensuite which she could use if needed. It was altogether pretty awkward, but it got infinitely worse. The time reached 4 o’clock. My brothers were home.

Jason, Kurt, Ram, Duke, Sawyer, and Chandler were home. Her 6 brothers, her 6 older brothers...

It was suddenly very loud, her brothers were immensely amused with the current situation, and it didn’t take it long for all of them to come crashing into where her and Courtney were residing.

Then proceeding to dog-pile on top of her, knocking all air from her lungs. Other cast mates poking their heads into the room. Laughter soon filled the air and luckily for her, the mountain she was under quickly lightened and she was being hugged by the seperate entities that were her family. And as nice as it was in that moment, it didn’t take them long to begin embarrassing her.

The family albums were out, her glitter glue collection exposed, and her bear Borris now well known to everyone. It sucked.

And like always, she was left behind in favour of her brothers. Something she didn’t often complain about because it’s a bit pathetic, but it’s true. Having 6 older brothers with the oldest still only being 5 years older... it’s hard on a girl, especially when they’re all competing for the same things.

She much preferred playing sports than being on the side cheering for them, but with the Wilson boys being so amazing, why would you want the girl? God that’s cringy.

When she went back to her room, slamming her door, she almost didn’t notice a sad Courtney was also there. She flopped down onto her bed.

“Hello,” she grumbled to Courtney, getting a small huff of acknowledgement, “I hate my family.”

“They seem nice.” Courtney tried compromising, though it seemed she didn’t see much of them as they didn’t stay in the room long. There’s more space for an audience downstairs, and embarrassing her was serious business for them.

“They’re just like me, they’re nice to people they like or when it advantages them... All other times, A grade Assholes.”

“That’s not a very nice way to talk about yourself, you were nice to me yesterday.” Which was true, I did comfort Courtney after all that had happened. But it was only by process of elimination. The same as mine when I picked her to share a bed with. Not a boy, not Gwen, and not Sierra. It’s nothing special.

So I rolled my eyes and told her that it didn’t count. “Of course it counts! I needed someone really bad yesterday, and you were a great shoulder cry on.”

“I was only a shoulder to cry on because I had no idea what I should say.” I counted again.

“Exactly! You’re not the friendliest girl in the world Heather, but you still made an effort to make me feel better!”

“I did the exact same thing Gwen did to you when I kissed Trent in season one. I’m not nice.”

“Presumptive Karma I’d say, fates final warning to show her how messed up cheating is and she bloody does it anyway. It clearly wasn’t too bad if she’s guilty of it herself.”

A point to Courtney. We bickered back in forth, I think Courtney managed to trick herself into thinking I’m a much better person than I am judging by the fact that she’s winning.

It wasn’t too bad though, all the talking. It had definitely stopped me from thinking about my siblings, and judging from Courtney’s smile, she wasn’t thinking about Duncan either.

In fact, topics changed and she was now fiddling with the stuff on my vanity. And we talked about everything we could think of: makeup, clothes, family, boys, girls, middle school, and finally, secrets.

“I have anger issues.”

“Courtney, sweetie, we’re telling secrets.”

“Hey! I’m being serious here!”.

“Ok! Sorry, I shouldn’t tease you about these things but I think everyone who watched last season was a bit clued into that fact.”

Courtney took a deep breath before continuing. She seemed a little annoyed I interrupted but not necessarily mad, I figured there was something more, but was surprised at how much more. “My anger issues used to be worse than Eva’s.”

Now that shocked me, Eva’s temper was basically tangible, imagining petite, prim, little princess, Courtney having a bigger temper? That didn’t make sense.

“My therapist had trouble with helping me for a really long time, finally finding a way for me to gain better emotional control over myself actually involved a lot of luck. We realised while I did freak out very easily, I was also very desperate for facts, and more than anything, I liked being right.”

“He ran me through scenarios, and began teaching me classes, or at least tutorials, they’d teach in law school. It helped me with my composure and my passion for arguing in general shifted into a passion for law. And that’s why I want to be a lawyer.”

Articulately, I replied with “Wow..” I truly didn’t know what to say, I’d always assumed Courtney had some stupid superficial reason she wanted to be a lawyer, my opinion of her hasn’t always been as high as it is this season. I was very impressed with her.

I was a bit embarrassed when it was my turn to tell a secret. It was no where near as moving, but it meant a lot to me and that meant a lot to her, so I’ll say it.

“I really don’t like Alejandro,”

Courtney rolled her eyes laughing, ready to fight me on this. I could tell by looking at her she was preening to tease me about my ‘crush’.

“Because I’m a lesbian.”