#but like....50 5o | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fandomassimilator · 16 days

Text

I know people hc that Fred II and Roxanne are the next generation of Weasley twins but I always imagine it as Molly and Lucy. Percy watched Fred die, so emotional damage, and identical or not, he would still know to raise his daughters like different people without as much pressure of ‘the Weasley twins’ on them. It follows the pattern of the sibling of the twins having the next generation.

Screw it, rant time. You can tell which gen people prefer by how they characterize the next gen. Rose isnt the next Hermionie, Hugo isnt just another Ron, Albus isnt Regulous, Scorbus isnt Drarry or Jegulous for that matter. Most importantly, kids named after dead people arent those people. The pressure of having to live up to James Potter, Sirius Black, and Fred Weasley isnt going to shape these kids into them.

Imagine it like this: Mcgonagall sees the names James Sirius, Fred II, Teddy Lupin, and thinks it’s all over. But James is a good kid, he likes being liked. He plays Quidditch, but isn’t obsessed with it. They pull the occasional prank, but it’s nothing ingenious. They grew up on stories of the mauaders, prewetts and Weasley how can you blame them. Teddy tutors younger-years, James makes non-magical maps for first-years, Fred’s fireworks are the silent type as to not wake anyone. All is well.

Then Lilly Luna Potter strolls in, followed closely by the next generation of twins. Lily’s in Slytherin, Molly in Gryphindor and Lucy in Ravenclaw, though Mcgonagall finds herself questioning it twice a week. They have access to three common rooms, the RoR, Lilly nicks the Mauaders map from James three weeks in, Albus lets them borrow the invisibility cloak. Gravity is reversed in the great hall, everyone’s dragonhide gloves are filled with itching powder, thornless roses block corridors, hundreds of marbles are released down the staircases. Mcgonagall writes to Percy twice to confirm he only has two children because Argus keeps swearing there are four, one in each house.

It’s a miracle to see any of them wearing the correct tie, Huffelpuff tries to stay out of it, a ‘war’ starts between the entire house of Ravenclaw and Slytherin that ends with a school-wide assembly because oh my gods its all the geniuses of the school going to war the Gryphindors and Huffelpuffs need to actually learn. Molly plays Beater for Ravenclaw, Lily takes Teddys job of commentator. In third year Iily and Alice Longobottom take polyjuice so there actually are four of them during Christmas dinner, Rose has never looked so afraid.

Molly gets every detention, though probably split them 50/5o with Lucy. Lucy’s record is perfect as a Result, she makes prefect. A mistake. She catches a group of muggleborns trying to set up Wi-Fi and actively helps them. Lily finds out she inherited Parseltounge from her dad in fifth year, they of course turn the Chamber of Secrets into a lounge (their parents had the baskalisk cleared out) Most letters send home say: ‘Something has happened, we cant prove it was your daughter, but who else could train two hundred garden snakes to follow Albus around so kids stop picking on him’

#Molly Lucy and Lilly are the menaces #Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk #harry potter #harry potter fandom #hp #molly weasley ii #Lucy Weasley #lilly luna potter #hp next gen #harry potter next generation #minerva mcgonagall

8 notes · View notes

ox7g3n-th13f-001 · 8 months

Text

kk so for breakfast i had

toast 110 (dont ask i hate this bread so much) and jam 50

coffee 35

total 195

7yhhhhhhh for lunch i should have half an apple i think a whole peach half a mango and some blueberries #ilovefruit ill update if anything goes wrong 😔

OK SO EVERYTHING WENT WELL I HAD RICE AND EGG AFTER SCHOOL

😇😇😇😇😇

lookinf 5o have a v light dinner mqybe just like rice and sm lentils ???

#tw ana diary #ana rant #th1n$po #b0n3sp0 #tw ed descussion #ed meals #pro for myself #st4rv3 #tw m1a #b0nespo #mealspo

28 notes · View notes

chistyledeepdishranger · 2 months

Text

log: [2.25.2024, 11:44Am (shift 8am-4pm)]

work report:

genuinely baffling the amount of non communication here. my coworkers disappear for 5 to 20 minutes at a time without warning. the assigned jobs hold no real outline or substance so everyone simply goes on "vibes." i asked if I could go 5o the bathroom during a slow down, always get told "sure do whatever you want." perplexed by how unprofessional the communication is, & it seems to be old heads & management.

the boss also had refused several ways to get labels for our line of 20+ pastries & 20+ breads. a student offered to print them for the store so they'd be engraved since they get free access to uchi's creation lab. they refused buying simple tags that are semi disposable. instead we use paper bags, write the name on the bag, cut it out, tape it so its like its laminated, then tape a tooth pick on the bag. apparently thats better than free engraved plates or real bakery labels. in total we deal with over 50 baked goods that look pretty similar to each other.

there is also zero kitchen etiquette in which no one says behind, corner, hands, fly, ect. this leaves me quiet overstimulated knocking into each other.

signing out: ranger

#this place sucks but the co workers are cool #gonna write these deports like star trwk for funnies #coffee #Chicago #chicago illinois #Illinois #barista #chi; places #chi; ranger report #chi; text #text #text post #work

3 notes · View notes

comvi · 2 months

Note

Fuckin finished but tumblr over here wont let me send longer files (FUCKING MY LAsT THING WAs 50 sECONDs AND NOW YOU DONT LIKE ME sEDNING 5O sECOND ONEs?! GRAHGHAHG)

EAA WOOHOO!!! thank you so much again !!! genuinely, this was so sweet of u <3

i cant quite put my finger on what it reminds me of… like i said the last time, it gives me the vibes of some pixel games like UT & yume nikki. BUT now that its finished, it reminds me of something else, aswell? im kinda getting comfy/cozy vibes, but the type that would almost be mixed with like, “darker” themes (but specifically in the way you would be friends & just chilling with the monster under your bed)

NOT sure if this even makes any sense, just my brain thoughts <:03 REGARDLESS HUG HUG THIS IS SO SO NICE!!!!!!

#asks #myposts

2 notes · View notes

forgivenpunishment · 9 months

Note

50 & 51 - "The Promise" by When in Rome (from Vash)

⩥ @wolfsmuses (Vash) || nonverbal prompts [OPEN]

5o﹕ sender rests their forehead against receiver’s .

51﹕ sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : "The Promise" by When in Rome.

The sand steamer deck was completely empty as the pair of chronic insomniacs stood below the overhead lamps, dingy with years of dusty cruises. Vash had pulled Wolfwood out of bed at about three in the morning when he noticed that he couldn't sleep either; he dragged him by the wrist, and for some reason the undertaker let him.

He still wasn't used to this—the gentle touches that Vash began throwing into their daily routine. He wasn't sure what they meant, why he did them, or what his angle was, but he wasn't about to stop the man.

Standing below the lamp, he hands Wolfwood an ear piece—some kind of space-faring tech. He doesn't question it when music begins to play and...

Those glossy cyan eyes are sparkling at him expectantly while he pays attention to the lyrics. He could get lost in them like this—which was... dangerous. But the way he was looking...

Nicholas couldn't stop his heart rate from rising, a light dusting of blush coating his cheekbones. He was vulnerable like this; they both left their glasses in a locker with their other belongings, just like every other passenger aboard the ship.

I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of the right words to say I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be But if you wait around a while I'll make you fall for me I promise, I promise you

This... wasn't a feeling he was used to. Someone... promising to be there through danger, through his anger, his failures... It wasn't right but—

Vash never released his wrists. The only reason Wolfwood notices is because suddenly the blond's forehead is resting against his. He's comfortable, his eyes are shut as he breathes in the warm air between them.

Wolfwood, on the other hand, has no idea what to do. It wasn't correct or right to give into these feelings, but—

—his hands move on their own as he relaxes his head against Vash's. Now he has his arms wrapped around the other man's waist, and he's confused, he doesn't know what this means, but he does know that he enjoys it.

#wolfsmuses #[prying eyes; asks]#[who will you save; canon]#🥺💜

3 notes · View notes

nsfwhiphop · 16 days

Text

Incoming Text for Daphne Joy:

Hey, Daphne!

I didn't want to speak to you because you're 5O Cent's baby-momma and I don't want to disrespect my brother 50 Cent, he is a good dude.

But then something happened, you paid Tumblr to appear on my Tumblr feed and now all I see is Daphne Joy pictures all over my Tumblr feed, I'm kind of speechless because I really didn't want to acknowledge you and I wanted to ignore you but when you appear on my Tumblr feed I have no choice, I have to say something or else you will think I'm a douchbag and I don't care about you, but I do, you are my brother 50 Cent's baby-momma, so I have to show some respect, it's good manners.

Listen, Daphne Joy, I encourage you to call Christina Milian, she will take good care of you, she is my sister, she will help you find a solution.

Okay, now don't post your pictures on my Tumblr feed again because you are very hot and I don't want to look at your sexy pictures, don't tempt a brother like that, it's just wrong, man! So wrong. I'm trying to think about something else, don't show me your hot pictures again thanks.

Also, I gotta admit that I never had a crush on you, I swear, I'm serious, I think you're very beautiful and attractive but all the drama between 50 Cent and Diddy made me not want to look at your pictures again, it's like watching two dogs fight for one girl. When I saw all that drama on the news, I was like: "Nah, son! I don't need this type of drama in my life!'

I have to be honest with you but you have to promise that you won't get mad, my dear Daphne, believe me when I tell you that I never had a crush on you but I have to admit that I use to have a crush on Cuban Link, that girl is so hot, I respect 50 Cent for having such a breathtaking beauty in his life, Cuban Link is Drop Dead Gorgeous

Everytime I looked at Cuban Link, I used to be so happy for 50 Cent, that man is blessed, God blessed him with a rare beauty, Cuban Link is one of a kind, she is a heart-stealer.

Now slow down, I didn't say she stole my heart, okay? That is something that she will struggle to get, I never give my heart to women that easy, I wait many years before I can give her my heart, I never let my guard down, I ain't no punk.

But all I'm sayin' is that Cuban Link is a heart-stealer, she can steal any man's heart with ease but not mine, I protect mine.

That was very important to share because I never had a crush on you, never, I think you're very beautiful but not my type, no hard feelings.

Cuban Link is my type but I will never talk to 50 Cent's women because I respect my brother, okay? There's plenty of women in this world, so why would I look at his women? It's what stupid men do, and I'm not stupid. I'm happy that 50 Cent is blessed with beautiful women.

Also, you should know that for a long time, I used to have a crush on Sarah Chapman, she is Diddy's baby-momma, I never chased her, not once, I ignore her, I just keep it movin' because she is Diddy's baby-momma. I don't like stealing baby-mommas, it's just bad manners. I don't like stealing baby-mommas, it's just evil.

Sarah Chapman has never seen me in her life, she doesn't know what I look like, just like you Daphne, I never met you and you don't know what I look like because I have good manners, I don't chase baby-mommas of Diddy and 50 Cent, period.

I have so many other women in my life, I can't count, so many. Not bragging, I swear, I forget where they live sometimes when they call me on the phone, I have memory problems.

T.M.I means too much information.

Okay, this chat was fun.

Take care Daphne Joy, big hug for you.

0 notes

primowishes · 4 months

Note

2o and 5o for the nonverbal prompts meme, you know from who to who lol

20: sender lifts receiver's chin, invoking eye contact. 50: sender rests their forehead against receiver’s.

Bennett's fingers curled under her chin, and tilted her head so that their eyes met, before his forehead against Barbara's. The closeness brought warmth to her cheeks, flustered for the intimate proximity and antsy for it, though not to the point where she wanted to pull away.

Oh! How shy she got from simple actions like this. Her eyes flickered away, before once again returning onto his--something about the contact, the proximity between them, made her giggle.

Her laughter quickly bubbled out to a pleased hum. She wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand curled just so to play with a piece of his hair--reaching, bringing him closer. How soft and warm he made her feel, in the physical sense through shared body heat from this closeness, and in an emotional sense too, with her chest brimming over with the warmth that filled her quick-beating heart.

@captivemuses

#m: barbara #captivemuses #these two are always so cute man!!!! ;o;

1 note · View note

labtechkarin · 8 months

Text

Too drunk 5o find the post and/or op right now but to the person who made the gaara/naruto/Sasuke jolene video: thank you so fucking much I love you and like 50% of the time I watch it I get teared up

0 notes

ocenitram · 2 years

Note

“ Thanks Mom” Henry said, starting to clean up the mess. “ She’s been in a bad mood today. And she says she’s big. She wants to feed or change herself. But she’s definitely a baby. “

Based on the sound, Henry was pretty sure he knew what Regina had done. “ It’s okay Emma” he said, carrying her. “Let’s get you clean. Do you want your Frozen pajama’s or the Little mermaid ones?”

"No problem son you just have to show her who's in charge and shell fall in line and be a dear and get her ready for nap time and as I said you can have 5o bucks and go out and do something fun," Regina reminded the young boy as she hands him the 50 bucks.

"Little mermaid ones please Uncle Henry," the blonde baby sniffed as she replied her little tushie still hurts"I now like owies uncky Hnery I sorry I was bad I be guuds no more owies please uncky Henry," Emma said as she was carried, she was allowing Henry to baby her because she did not want to get another spanking.

1 note · View note

duckulamoved · 3 years

Text

thinks about the ending to disenchantment 3 and im like mmmmmmmm spoilers in tags

#when they killed elfo i was like well that happened #im like so indifferent to elfo because i just feel like they dont know what they want his character to be hes a confusiong character #so i cant decide if i like him or not #but then they kill luci and im like >:(#luci is. love him #people joke like thats my emotional support demon but its the other way around beans his emotional support human #honestly im not even sure i actually like disenchantment all that much i just like luci and bean #and sometimes elfo #but like....50 5o

1 note · View note

captainshyguy · 6 years

Text

gjksdgndsjg lmao do you ever just pull an ultimte scumbag move in a game gkjdhnkdf

#ok like.....in pokemon go when a raid starts you cant change the gym to a different team #and i was checking on one of my pokemno in a gym and i saw someone was fighting it #and that there was a raid 9n one minute #so i golden razz barried every pokemno up to full so it wouldnt change from mystic JBKDHNDFHJDF #listen......they were changing it befire they raid JUST so they'd get an extra 2 balls afterwards #im a player who DOESNT spend any money on the game so i rely on getting coins from gyms #and!! i need to get 50 more coins so i can afford ONE incubator #like its the only way i can get incubators just to ease the egg load on me y;know???#but i already got my 50 coins today at midnights so i need that pokemon in that gym to last another 5 hours #if the person who tried to change the gym live near it they might...change it afterwards but im hoping they'll do the raid then leave #tbh they could be spite fueled and stay JUST to change it back bc mood but lets hope not hfnhkf #bc i cant get anymore coins until a minute after midnight and i REALLY need those extra 5o coins #like im sorry but me replying on that pokemno for a LITERAL EXTRA INCUBATOR is more important #than just that person making the gym their colour JUST so they could get an extra pokeball lmao #*extra 2 pokeballs

2 notes · View notes

sasorikigai · 2 years

Note

45 + 50 ( for modern fire hubby plz )

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . || @sonxflight || accepting

∗ 45﹕ sender kisses receiver’s [ forehead / cheek ] .

∗ 5o﹕ sender rests their forehead against receiver’s .

💥 || There is nothing more sacred and holy than be cradled in the serenading radiance of his beloved’s sunshine in his waning heartbeat, after having decided to relinquish the very air that he needed to breathe in order to revivify his deflating lungs. How rose petals of his spilling sanguine intertwine with iridescent stars of his gaze, embedded as his mind flows to the frantic beat of Ryou Sakai’s heart; thorns in constellations that prick his beloved’s thumb can render him as equally as incapacitated and motionless as hardening copper upon the scorching galaxies that erupted with blinding aura of white flowers of detonation. Time may be tangible; but Hanzo Hasashi knows the truth.

Time is a needle; a sewing needle so often touched by the immortals’ hands, in and out of the fabric of their eternal, everburning tapestry. For they have endured and will continue to endure more physical and emotional afflictions than all the mortals, for its quiet silver of the raining bullets and shrapnel that perforate and pierce through even their hardened, adamantine bones and musculature. The hourglass is their hearts, but they would never fathom to perceive that precise moment when the last drop of sand would fall, thus it would be their destined time to be erased from this world, in any circumstances possible.

How to describe this, loss... Hanzo Hasashi remembers each shape of Harumi and Satoshi’s body constructed in countless manifestations of his daydreams and nightmares; made over him, also made him over. How he had been unmoored for eons of time, tethered to torture and suffering and annihilation and brutal violent death all wrapped up into pretty little packages for his bruised, unhealed heart. Punishment and judgement and condemnation and horrors and the monsters under the bed, all worded beautifully and sweetly like a love song tied together by ribbons of carefully placed euphemisms of his damned immortal life wrought by vengeance and indomitable will to serve righteousness.

How his obstinate gaze manifests itself as endlessly decaying shimmer of light. For Hanzo Hasashi’s dissevered soul from his reconstructed form, without any blemishes will unadulterate him; cleansing him of a filthy mixture of mud and clay and blood, dripping with acid rain, and stinking crud. No longer the living dead, being filled without utter fear, nor an ultimate sense of dread he experienced in Edo Japan when initial mortal Hanzo Hasashi met his supposed death.

Hanzo, the roundness of the sound of his name, echoes through the nonexistent space between their being. There was something in the shape of Ryou Sakai’s mouth, in his mirror eyes, and while he may struggle to name it a softness, or a recognition, he could only look up at his beloved, rapt, all radiant and unshadowed of distress and despair. With a tempered abandon, as impression of tangible warmth paints his fevered hot cheeks, how his sinew repairs, and his once severed heartstrings strengthen. New fibers woven into his being as unbidden, intensive, and gossamer affection colors him from deathly pallid back to rubicund and magnificent.

“Every time I experience rebirth, I find myself imbued with strength and life. Enriched with more experiences and more torn sails, and find myself continually dreaming of the better future, lest such fervent terror of criminality will continue to rampantly degrade humanity, I know that future reincarnations of ourselves will continue to overcome and overwhelm the gift of our tiny deaths.” The proverbial raging fire within his being burns its beauteous, magnanimous embers, as his tightened embrace cradles Ryou closer, until their hearts merge into one. 💥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ ugly syllables of conjured vindictive crimson (modern au)#✗ undaunted intensity of solar flare (old guard au)#✗ epitome of sunlight (ryou sakai || sonxflight)#(hanryou)#(heliac flames)#sonxflight

3 notes · View notes

tobswrites · 3 years

Text

Pillar

An actual Hero fic idea, incomplete, and a theme I loveeeee, because Kirishima’s quirk is perfect for it. oh and its incomplete

Okay, so a terrorist group blows up a district, causing lots of buildings to collapse. Bakugou was just done fighting one of the villains, leaving to show up in the middle of it. He’s breathing heavily, not just because of the recent fight, because of the call for help.

Kirishima’s mic signal had went silent with static after a loud crash. Another building had fallen, and Bakugou is pretty sure Kirishima was near enough to get stuck in it.

He knows his best friend is fine, he’s unbreakable, but he’s still worried for the idiot, he always is. As soon as he arrives he sees Uraraka screaming orders left and right, people picking up blocks of cement and shit, wood and steel, trying to dig into the collapse to find civilians.

“We can’t locate Red Riot, let me know if you have any infromation on him!” Uraraka speaks to her own mic, Bakugou can hear her clearly from his own mic.

“Where the fuck was he before the fucking building fell?” Bakugou comes up behind her, Uraraka only shakes her head, no one knows exactly where.

Bakugou doesn’t know how to help, his quirk can only make it worse, and his patience isn’t strong enough for him to start digging and hoping for the best.

Uraraka is doing her best to manage everyone, it’s her forte, but she looks so stressed and scared too. Like she’s not enough, like her decisions won’t save enough lives. and Bakugou is too fucking stressed to handle that right now. He needs to find his best friend.

Then out of no where there’s a static, and just a bit, Bakugou can hear his voice. It’s low, and barely audible, but he knows his best friend voice, he knows how it sounds when he’s sleepy, and when he just woke up. He knows how low Kirishima’s voice gets when he’s eating his favorite food.

“Kirishima!” He responds back, quick and ready to hear for any response...but all he get’s in response is more static. “Shit!”

“How long as he been under?” he knows that before he got into the villain fight that building was still up. What he doesn’t know is when it went down, and how long it’s been down.

“Almost an hour at this point.” Uraraka responds, a little nervous now. There has been smog and dust clouds everywhere that hasn’t been down for at least half an hour, they found civilians covered in grime and dust, they will definitely have lung problems after all this shit.

Anxiety starts to raise in Bakugou, he needs to see Kirishima, he needs to find him. He needs to do something to find Kirishima if he doesn’t find him...If he doesn’t...

Static starts up again, and Bakugou knows it’s Kirishima, it has to be Kirishima. “Shitty technology.” When will they finally have technology that won’t be shit.

“He’s been trying to contact us for an hour, we have to assume he’s okay.” Uraraka says, “So we need to focus in getting citizens out of this mess.”

Bakugou doesn’t like that idea, and selfishly says, “If he’s trying to contact us, it’s for a reason, he could be trapped down there with someone.” and he definitely shouldn’t be feeling jealous about that.

“Otherwise he could have gotten himself out.” There’s literally nothing Kirishima can’t get through. Uraraka immediately nods her head in agreement. It made sense, and when she agrees with Bakugou that Kirishima is also a priority.

Bakugou presses into his ear, just about ready to send a message to Kirishima, there’s a chance the idiot can hear him right?

But as soon as he does, static pops up again, but then a small, nervous noise picks up.

“Hello?” A little girl says, afraid. And Bakugou should be relieved that there’s some sort of a reply, but it’s not Kirishima’s, and that could mean so many horrible things.

Bakugou is frozen, he’s unsure what to say, so Uraraka picks up after him, answering the little girl from her own mic. “Hey hi! is red riot with you?”

He tries to think rationally, maybe Kirishima gave the girl his mic to reach a signal he couldn’t reach, maybe Kirishima gave the little girl his mic because he get through the smaller holes. But Fuck, why does he feel like...why does he feel like that maybe Kirishima is...

“No.” This girl responded, sounding a little more relieved than before, but Bakugou wants to cry. Why wasn’t Kirishima there, where was he, was he okay, he can’t, shit, stupid building, stupid people, stupid villains.

He wasn’t fast enough, he should have taken down that villain faster, he should have beenfaster, he would have figured out how to get rid of all that smog and smoke, if only he was faster, faster....

“He’s stuck with mommy and daddy.” she responds soon after, and Bakugou is breathing again, the fog in his own mind is gone, and that constricted feeling in his chest has loosens.

“Okay, okay, and where are you?” Uraraka’s voice is soft and sweet, it’s no wonder the girl was no longer freaking out, or at the verge of a breakdown. The little girl hums, and Bakugou is silently annoyed, a little irrational he knows, the girl is trying her best, but his best friend needs him.

“I don’t know...but Mr. Red Riot said I needed to go up, and when I hear a voice to say we were....umm, we were in the north? North Wing before we fell.”

Bakugou is already on his way.

“Can you hear anything?” Uraraka is following right behind him using her anti-gravity quirk to avoid any wrong step. They hope she can hear anything, the ambulance, the sirens, the yellowing, the speakers.

“mmm, no.” the girls responds, and Bakugou is a little pissed off that no god is willing to give him a fucking break today.

“That’s okay sweetie? Is it safe where you are? If you’re scared, or feel unsafe, please go back to Mr. Red Riot.”

“mm’kay.” is the last thing the girl says, and Bakugou isn’t sure if it was the right decision, there’s a change the girl found herself completely separated from her family, and they’ll find the family first before her, or maybe where she was now was unstable, so it made sense to go back, so Bakugou hopes she makes it back safety.

Half an hour passes before they get their hands on some blueprints, trying to make sense of what they were seeing and how things were. One hero, a sidekick from an agency Bakugou has never heard of shows up and his quirk is a lot like Edgeshot.

They got him in there, and so they wait some more before moving anything to major. They only started to scrap off the top shit.

The sidekick comes back up, looked scared and rushed, “We need as little bodies off this area now!” He screams out, trying to get everyone’s attention. Everyone was quick to stop moving which pissed off Bakugou more. Kirishima has been under a whole lot of shit for about two hours now, they needed him out.

“What’s going on?” Uraraka responds, not all moving from her spot, cautious like one signal movement can set off a bomb.

“Red Riot is holding up this entire sector!”

Holy shit, wait what?

“There’s about 50 civilans down there with him, there’s a broken pillar, still intact with the cement it was placed in, holding at least 100 meters of the collapse! If we put any more weight on it, it’ll fall and crush everyone down there!”

“What do you mean he’s fucking it up?”

“The pillar, he grabbed hold of it while it was falling. If he lets it drop it could cause the cement above them to crack and fall apart over them. If he even moves, it could disturb anything over their head, then the only thing protecting them could call.”

“5o fucking people.” Bakugou sneers, turning away as he signals everyone out of the fucking zone, to step away from the center of destruction, “Then he’s directly below us?”

“Yes.”

“How long can he last?”

“Did you ask in front of all the extras?”

“...yes sir.”

Fucking shit, he’s trying to keep the civilians calm and hopeful. He’s already been down there for almost two hours now, he probably can’t hold all that shit for any much longer.

They devised a plan in a matter of seconds, agreeing to build a tunnel from the safest point.

Bakugou is starting to fucking grow even more impatient with the fact he can’t do shit. Sighing he tries to calm himself down, trying not worry about the stupid shit head who fucking thinks he can carry tons of concrete, and metal, and all the other fucking shit he’s carrying right now.

In another thirty minutes both tunnels finally found the civilians but before anyone even comes up from where they are down underground of pile of shit, he drops himself down there. Ready to find Kirishima and aid the idiot how ever he needs.

there’s praises left and right, he ignores them until he finds Kirishima through the little light he does have. and true to the sidekick, Kirishima was carrying the fucking ceiling and everything over it.

The pillar he’s holding is a steel structure, heavy and wow that’s sort of hot, but he’s. not. here. for. this. “Fucking shit, shitty hair.”

“Hey man.” Kirishima chuckles, but he looks so pale and tired, his muscles don’t look like their straining but he’s in a tense position, and his in his harden state.

Bakugou is sure there was no one else who could hold this the way Kirishima is. Super strength can get you so far, but with Kirishima’s harden, the idiot was a pillar himself.

“Who told you can carry tons of weight?”

Kirishima doesn’t even shrug, he’s sure Kirishima hasn’t even turned his head. “I dont know, my body sort of just moved.”

“Yeah I know the fucking feeling.” Bakugou says as he looks over to the amount of people down here, kids and woman are getting out of here first. Once everyone was out, and definitely far from this disaster, he’ll give this whole shit a big blast and boom, Kirishima is free.

There’s a stench of iron in the air, which he shouldn’t be surprised, there’s a literal steel pillar Kirishima is carrying, and there’s metal scraps here and there, and fuck why is it so strong around.

Turning to give Kirishima a better look, especially since his eyes are now adjusting to the darkness, and there he sees it. The pillar was broken, the end Kirishima was carrying was spiked, piercing into Kirishima’s body.

“I thought you harden...”

“Aw man, you weren’t supposed to know.”

“Why the fuck...is there a fucking pillar in you.”

Kirishima dryly laughs, not sure what to tell Bakugou. “I don’t move so fast in my harden state.”

“Fucking no, no, no, Fucking shit Kirishima!” he yells, but Kirishima only shushes him. Letting him know there’s still a lot of people within hearing shot.

“When everyone is out...”

“No.”

“Bakugou.”

And thats all I have because I’m sleepy, open ending, just make it happy. Thank you hahaha.

#I don't know how to tag this #but let me say this #kirishima can tots carry a building #kiribaku fic idea #kiribaku #Kirishima Eijirou #bakugou x kirishima #Hero Kirishima #um #blood #terrorism #umm #I'm trying to tag trigger warnings #but I don't how

8 notes · View notes