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h2bakugou · 4 years

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Hey! I was wondering if you could write something about Bakugo having a sweet platonic relationship with a girl that tends to sleep a lot due to her quirk using so much of her energy. Her most comfy spot is Bakugo and he just kinda lets her. She sleeps so deeply that even if he moves or yells at someone it doesn’t wake her up. Eventually or somehow things become more romantic and not as platonic. I have the ideas but I’m not creative enough to put anything together really or add anything to it.

a/n: hiya!! of course love! i really like this idea, it’s so cute, i really wanna do enemies to lovers bc i’m a sucker for that shit.

summary: due to your quirk using so much of your energy, you find yourself dozing off a lot. your most comfy resting spot tends to be on bakugou, whether it be on his shoulder or in his lap. you’re just friends at first, but things seem to be getting much more than that.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.3k

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Bakugou flipped the page in his notebook, his eyes glancing down to his lap. Your head rested on his leg as you slept peacefully. Bakugou was just doing some homework, finishing up an assignment that was due the next day.

You’d just come back from some training with the girls, and you were worn out. As per usual, you marched right up to Bakugou’s dorm and slumped beside him, making small talk before dozing off and sleeping for a bit.

Bakugou didn’t mind. The two of you were friends. Which sounded about as crazy as it was. Everyone was mindblown when Bakugou started hanging out with you, tolerating you, etc.

Denki was confused as to why he never yelled at you. If he said anything that you said it’d be an ‘oi get out of my face idiot.’

You were Bakugou’s calm. Whenever he was feeling upset or angry, despite wanting to handle things by himself, he always found you conveniently when he needed you.

He didn’t open up right away which was to be expected, but over time the two of you earned each other’s trust, going to one another when something happened.

That’s why Bakugou tolerated you so much. He could trust you. You trusted him. It was mutual, and those feelings were strong too. However, Bakugou was beginning to feel other things for you.

Like now, how when he looked down at your sleeping face, he admired how your lips were parted ever so slightly, your breathing slowed, and your eyelashes resting on the tops of your cheeks.

You looked beautiful.

At ease.

There had been so many times he’d seen your eyelashes wet with tears, or your lips bruised from taking a few hits to the face.

Bakugou returned his focus back to his homework, struggling to stay on topic. His eyes danced back and forth between looking at you and his homework. He was almost done, just a few more questions.

“Dammit.” He cursed quietly. But it was enough to stir you awake.

“Is everything okay?” You asked softly, your eyes barely open, just enough to stare at the design on his shirt.

“Just got confused about a problem is all.” Bakugou muttered, his eyes flicked back to look at your face. Your eyes opened a little more and you looked up, meeting with his crimson eyes.

You smiled and let out a sleepy laugh.

“What?” He narrowed his brows as he looked at you.

“Nothing.” You admired his face from your position, falling more and more for the way his spikey blonde locks fell on his face, or the way his vermillion eyes could fill with such emotion.

“You’re weird.” The corner of his lips perked upward, daring to form a smile. You wouldn’t tell him you noticed because he’d just deny it, but when Bakugou smiled, you could feel your heart melt.

You fell back asleep within minutes, Bakugou returning to his homework, trying to stay focused until he’d finished.

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The class itself was worn out from training in the gym. But class was over finally. As everyone piled into the common room after showers and changing, you found yourself seated beside Bakugou, your head resting on his shoulder as Kirishima talked to him.

You closed your eyes, your eyelids feeling heavier than they were before. And just like that, you were out. Bakugou didn’t notice, he’d gotten so used to it.

As time ticked away, Bakugou played a few rounds of Mario Kart with Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero.

“Bastard!” Bakugou yelled, taking back first place from Sero.

“Dude, aren’t you gonna wake her up? Quit yelling!” Kaminari whispered to Bakugou who was visibly angry. He moved his arm, your head moving with it. Bakugou shook his head and growled.

“Don’t tell me what to do dunceface!” He yelled again, tossing down a banana behind him which caught Kirishima.

“Awe come on! What did I do?!” Kirishima cried out, gripping onto the controller like it was about to be yanked from his hands.

Bakugou crossed the finish line for the last race and finished in 1st place. Bakugou cheered loudly, watching as everyone watching you.

You were sound asleep still, even with Bakugou moving around. They were shocked. You’d slept through one of the loudest things in the world, which could also be compared to a toilet flush at 3 in the morning.

Bakugou glanced down at you, his own thoughts telling him to make sure he hadn’t woke you up, even though he knew he hadn't. You were bundled up in one of his sweaters which looked cute.

Cute.

She looks really cute in my sweater. Hah, MY sweater.

Bakugou smirked to himself.

“That is the face of a man in love.” Kaminari joked, nudging Sero. Bakugou’s ears turned red, his face creeping upward to glare at Kaminari.

“What did you just say?” Bakugou’s voice was dark. Kaminari was overcome by fear but he repeated himself.

“I said it looks like you’re in love.” Kaminari mumbled, his body trembling.

“I’m gonna kill you!” Bakugou hopped up, immediately regretting his decision. As he darted up to go chase Kaminari around for saying that he was in love, your head fell and landed on the couch cushion.

You groaned softly and lifted your head up to see what had happened.

“She can sleep through Bakugou playing Mario Kart but not falling onto a couch cushion?” Kirishima spoke to himself, earning a chuckle from Sero.

“Katsuki?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“They’re on first-name basis!?” Sero looked back to Kaminari who was smirking but running away from Bakugou.

“Get back here dipshit!” Bakugou charged after him, his hands popping from his quirk.

“He’s so in love.” Kirishima laughed. Your cheeks turned red as you turned to see Bakugou chasing Kaminari.

“Katsuki.” You spoke again, earning his attention. Bakugou froze and turned toward you. He’d woke you up by moving.

Damn.

As much as Bakugou wanted to fight Kaminari, he headed back over to you and leaned against the couch.

“What?” He questioned, facing away from you, his cheeks red from being called his first name in front of his friends.

“Leave Kaminari alone, he’s just being himself.” You stood up and stretched, glancing back at Kaminari who was thanking you silently. You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Come on, let’s go do homework.” You tugged at his sleeve, your hand falling down into his. Bakugou nodded and pulled you up to his dorm.

“Everything alright? You’re being all quiet.” You stood by his bed. You turned back to look at him and he was standing in front of you.

Without responding, Bakugou’s hands darted to your shoulders, pulling you into a kiss. You kissed him back without hesitation, your heart fluttering with each passing second.

He pulled away and looked at you, a blush residing on your face and his.

“I can’t believe that fucking idiot was right.” Bakugou groaned, his head hanging down to rest on your shoulder.

“What?” You question, confused about what he was talking about.

“I’m in love with you, and Kaminari was the one who pointed it out.” He mumbled. You let out a small laugh and run your fingers through his hair.

“I’m in love with you too.” You reply. Bakugou leans his head back, his red eyes meeting with your (e/c) ones.

He presses his lips to yours again, kissing you passionately. You could do this forever, you didn’t want to stop, no matter how much your lungs yelled at you for air.

You took small breaks for air, but continued kissing Bakugou. The two of you migrated to his bed, forgetting all about why you came up to his room in the first place.

“You’re finally my girlfriend.” Bakugou whispered against your lips.

“Well, technically I’ve always been your girl friend.” You giggle. Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Bakugou doesn’t hesitate to kiss you again, and again.

Homework gets pushed back a while.

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Don’t Apologize (Request)

Sebastian Stan x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Anthony Mackie x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: Hi🖐 Can I please request a cast x teen reader and there in an interview and she's quite shy and doesnt talk much and the interviewer knows that so they ask her all the questions but she cant and she starts to cry so the cast get angry or something. I love your writing♥️

Warnings: language, anxiety

(A/N): so sorry i didnt do this like i usually do my cast x readers, i only chose seb and anthony for this. i hope its still alright. and im back to requests again, although it’s been fun doing some of my own work (and also work with loz, that beautiful bastard) for a while :)

“See you later, Bryan.. If you know what I mean!” Anthony yelled after the last interviewer, as he shuffled out the room with his list of unanswered. You and Sebastian were cackling, wiping your tears. You’d lost track of how many interviews you’d had to sit through of Anthony talking about his ‘round brown’.

“Oh my god, how many of these do we have left?” Sebastian asked, calming down finally, and running a hand through his hair.

“Why? You have something you want to tell me?” Anthony joked accusingly, looking from Sebastian to you. You shook your head silently, hoping to not be dragged into one of their never ending discussions.

“Don’t- Don’t drag me into your shit, Mackie,” you mumbled. A wheeze escaped Anthony at your shy mumble. “Why couldn’t they just have paired me with Elizabeth again?”

Before Anthony could begin joking and making you and Sebastian laugh again, another interviewer walked in. She looked uptight and collected, wearing professional clothing and holding rather official looking papers.

“Hello, I’m Yolanda,” she greeted Sebastian with a toothpaste-smile, and shook his hand firmly, before doing the same to you and Anthony. She was intimidating, not casual or approachable, but someone who had their shit together.

She seemed interested in you right from the start. In her first few questions, she’d always look directly at you while asking. Her sharp gaze was anxiety inducing, even more so than all the other interviewers. Sebastian and Anthony ended up answering for you though, knowing that you were shy and uncomfortable with people. Yolanda didn’t seem satisfied with this though.

“Y/n,” now she was addressing you directly, spitting your name from her mouth like poison, “would you say that this movie is in line with you and your coworkers’ character arcs?”

You were sure you could answer it. Well, if you were at home, talking to your pillow. Right there you could feel your heart beating painfully against your ribcage. Both of the men on either side of you definitely heard the way your breathing picked up.

“Uh. Well. Yeah, to a- to a degree. Some of them,” you choked out. Pathetically, you realized you were blinking away tears. No one had noticed yet, thank goodness. What a stupid thing to cry about, you thought.

“Do you think it aligns with the comics’ character arcs? Do you think it’s good to diverge from the original story?” She asked intensely, eyes still boring into yours. You kept your gaze at the floor sheepishly, picking at your nails.

Sebastian looked down at your hands in your lap, and quickly grabbed one in his hold, preventing you from picking your fingers.

“Um.. Well, I think- I think that there are a lot of, you know, um, storylines and arcs in the, uh, the comics, so staying canon could mean a- a lot of things,” when you finished your sentence, you breathed out in relief. Your entire torso seemed inhabited by a wild, unresting anxiety, tingling and aching.

A single tear slid down your face, and you quickly rushed the hand that was not in Sebastian’s to wipe it away. This definitely did not go unnoticed. You immediately felt Sebastian squeeze your hand and Anthony putting his arm around you protectively.

“What the damn hell, lady? You’re stressing them out!” Anthony boomed, gesturing wildly with his free hand. You looked up and saw Sebastian’s jaw clenched and brows furrowed. Anthony had a similar expression, you discovered when you turned to him, a frown prominent on his features, and intense eyes.

“What’s your problem?” Sebastian yelled. The woman seemed taken aback, mouth agape and on her chest like she couldn’t believe that they thought this was her fault.

“It’s not my fault they started crying!” she said. Her voice shook quietly, clenching her hands around the bottom of the chair she sat on.

“Yeah, it is your fault!” Anthony said. Meanwhile, you sat there uncomfortably, shaking. She was right, you thought, it was your fault for being such a baby, she was just doing her job.

“I’m- I’m sorry, it’s not your fault-” you begun, finally raising your head to meet the woman’s eyes. Her gaze made you tremble. She was bristling.

“No, Y/n, don’t apologize. It is her fault.” Sebastian cut you off, squeezing your hand once more, encasing it in his two. Anthony nodded angrily.

“Alright, I think it’s best if you leave.” Another woman, whom you recognized as Anthony’s publicist, came racing into the interview. She put her hands on her hips, and nodded towards the door sassily.

The interviewer huffed, and gave you another furious look. “You’ll hear of this on my blog. The world will know!” Then she got up and away, stomping all the way out. You breathed a sigh of relief, the moment the door closed behind her.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian immediately turned to you, searching your eyes again. His heart broke at the way you trembled. You nodded.

“Man, that woman was an asshole!” Anthony, too, could feel the way you shook under his arm on your shoulders. “That was not your fault, she was just a dick!”

“Agreed!” Sebastian scoffed, hands still holding yours.

Anthony’s publicist studied you three for a moment, furrowing her brows and chewing her lips. Then she looked at the filming crew, and the back at you three. “How about we say we’re done for today?”

You all looked up, “Really?”

“I’ll handle the marvel dudes. You guys just take the rest of the day off,” she smiled warmly at you, a caring look in her eyes. A grin stretched on your face. Anthony and Sebastian exchanged glances when they saw your face, smiling.

“Back to the hotel then!” Sebastian grunted as you all stood up. You left and drove back to the hotel, and when you got there you ate sandwiches and chips. After that the three of you played Mario Kart together (something you’d taught them, and they’d absolutely fallen in love with it).

“Fuck you, Stan!” Anthony spat, doing a flip over Sebastian’s kart and getting into 3rd place. You giggled from your place on 1st.

“Oh fuck, don’t do this, Mackie, don’t do this!”

“Adios, Amigo!” Anthony cackled, disappearing far in front of Sebastian. The latter threw his head back in defeat. The round ended, you crossing the finish line on first, Anthony on second and Sebastian on fourth.

“That was a shitty round, I demand a rematch,” he said, sipping his water. Anthony scoffed and shook his head. You did too.

“Hey, by the way, N/n?” Anthony was looking at you from his place beside you on the couch. You nodded questioningly. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right? What happened back there with that lady?”

You grew quiet, heat rising to your cheeks. Sebastian had a look on his face. You guessed they had talked together, that they would bring it up with you again.

“Because it wasn’t. It’s not your fault you feel this way. It was that lady who should have been more mindful of you and how you feel. She was clearly trying to take advantage of your timidness to make you spoil something,” Sebastian continued. He still seemed angry, actually, clenching his hand.

“So don’t apologize for that stuff, alright? That ain’t on you,” Anthony patted your back. You looked at him and then Sebastian with a smile, and then nodded sheepishly.

“Alright, yeah. I guess you’re right,” you said softly.

“Of course we’re right!” Anthony was (unsurprisingly) immediately back to normal, “now back to the game, kiddos. Sebastian wants a rematch, he’ll get one.”

And then you played Mario Kart together for an unspecified number of hours, the thought of that asshole interviewer long gone. You felt right at home, at number one in Mario Kart and number one in their hearts.

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anime-weeb-bnha · 4 years

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Red with Bakugou?? 👀

Yes of course!

Art not mine! Found it on Pinterest

He didn’t mean to. He couldn’t control his quirk. He was to mad to realize what he was doing. He would never want to hurt you on purpose, the one thing he swore to protect.

You were cooking your boyfriend some of his favorite spicy ramen. You guys have been dating for a few years and lived in a little apartment. The bakusquad lives in the same complex because they love annoying bakugou when they can. Bakugou was the number 2 hero with todoroki as 3rd and deku as 1st. He takes down more villains then deku but because of his harsh nature, people don’t really like him. You feel like he deserves that number 1 spot but, what are you gonna do.

You saw on the news how the akuma gang got away from bakugou for the 5th time this week, and he isn’t very happy about that. Yes he took down most of the gang but the leader was still out there and it made him pissed. But later that day that made him furious was that deku took down the leader even tho bakugou found and did a great deal of damage to him. Of course deku got the credit.

You jump at the apartment door being slammed shut and your boyfriend stomping his way to your shared bedroom. ‘I’ll go see if he’s ok’ you think as you put bakugou’s ramen in a bowl for later.

“Katsu, are you ok?” You ask worryingly. “I’m fine shitty woman leave the fuck alone.” He said harshly as he was changing his shirt into his black tank top. “You know you can talk to me katsuki, I want to help you.” You told bakugou as you put your hand on his shoulder. “Help me. HELP ME!?! You can’t fucking help me beat shitty deku! You couldn’t help me take down that villain! You can’t help me!!” Bakugou yelled as he spun around, shaking off your hand. “I want to help you stay calm! I want to make you feel better! That’s what a girlfriend does, to make their boyfriend feel better and happier!” You exclaimed loudly since you knew yelling louder than him won’t do any good. “Shut up! You don’t know what it’s like to train for your whole life, to work towards one goal and not being able to reach it! How could you? Your quirk tells you a person ‘feelings’ and can project them! You’ve never been good enough or strong to be a hero so how the fuck would you know!”

“You don’t mean that. Surly you don’t mean that?” You ask sounding hurt. It’s true you can feel other people emotion and project your own and he knew how much it hurt you not being able to save people, so surly he wouldn’t say something that mean after you just wanting to help him. “Of course I mean it, you might be even worse than de- him!” Bakugou yells at you while small Sparks shoot from his hands.

The bakusquad lives right next to you and is wondering what the hell is happening in there. They listen for a while longer before kirishima is making his way to his best friends door, going to ask if things were alright.

You were so mad and so hurt you couldn’t think of what you were gonna say until you said it. Something that was gonna push bakugou over the edge.

Kirishima started knocking on the door but the couple couldn’t hear it over the sounds of bakugou’s hands.

“Oh yeah! How’s it feel to know that midoryia didn’t have to train and still made it to the top before you!” You yelled, knowing it would piss him off even more than before. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” Bakugou screamed as he shot an explosion at you without realizing what he was doing. By then kirishima had practically knocked down the door after hearing the explosion.

You were on the ground, slammed against the lower part of the wall. Your couldn’t hear that well because of the explosion. There were burn marks and blood dripping down from your ears and nose. As the smoke clears bakugou has seen what he had done to you. He hurt the only person that he cared about. He tried to get close but kirishima stopped him, as the rest of the squad likes in trying to see what happened.They saw you. Burned, and bruised and about to lose consciousness.

All that bakugou could feel was the guilt from hurting you. Kirishima made sure bakugou didn’t get close to you since he didn’t want anymore damage to be done. The last thing you heard before you were out was bakugou say, “Kirishima please, I didn’t mean to hurt y/n, I-I didn’t think I-” “dude, not right now, you’ve caused a lot already.”

Then you blacked out as the squad brought you to the hospital to get help.

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tsukoyomi-fumikage · 4 years

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Quirk Sicknesses (Mul-Ships)

Please, PLEASE can someone make these random-ass small drabbles into real fanfictions - then tell me - I wanna read em!

Ships - BakuKiri, MiriTama, EraserMic, ShoToko, ShigaDabi, Mineta.

--- 1st BakuKiri ---

Bakugou slid into a fighting stance, narrowing his eyes at his sparring partner, who's arms automatically hardened into the quirk-enabled mode. "You ready, Shitty Hair?" He growled out, impatient to start and punch away at his anger of the day.

Kirishima nodded, determined. "Yeah, bring it on, Kacchan!"

"Don't call me that!" He yelled, charging forward, preparing an attack in his right hand, slamming said hand into his opponents head, smashing the rock-hard male to the side. "You know I hate it."

Red Riot stumbled slightly, reaching a hand to awkwardly rub along the spikes. "That..." He stopped dead, bringing his hand away to find blood and flaked skin coming off of his face. "Hurt...?"

Confused, his vision blurred as pain tore through his face, and at his stomach as Katsuki hit him again, unaware of the searing pain his friend was feeling. Gasping out, he lost all control of his quirk, reaching his maximum strength so suddenly and irrationally he cut the blond right across the cheek with his skin. "Shit." Swore the older boy, and he quickly stopped his attack, reaching up his fingers to press on the wound before looking down at Kirishima. "Fuck, dude! Your face!"

Kirishima Ejiro was barely hearing anything anymore, too busy trying to focus on his erratic breathing. He felt a hand touch his now slouching, soft shoulder and he flinched against it, making more skin fall off and more blood to appear. "What's happening?" He asked aloud to no one in particular, moving slowly to his knees to quell the shaking in his legs. Bakugou was in front of him, eyes wide and full shock, yet the rest of him held an expression that screamed calm... For once.

"It's a quirk thing." He said simply. The hurt man didn't understand, quirking a brow before hissing at the tug on his skin at the action. "For example my quirk thing is that I sweat more in my hands, meaning yes, bigger explosions, but more damage for me." He poked at his friends skin, watching it fall away. "Yours is... I'm not sure, actually."

Ejiro snorted sarcastically. "That's obvious."

Katsuki smiled, leaning back on his heels, swinging a little to keep his balance going. "Wanna head back to the dorms and get takeout? On me."

The sick student's eyes lit up. "Free takeout from you?" His mouth watered. "So many possibilities - man do I hope you have a lot of money!"

They ended up curled in Bakugou's room, watching netflix and eating takeout Takoyaki and clams. It made Kirishima think of Amajiki as he curled next to his friend, being held securely so his quirk wouldn't hurt as much as it had earlier.

Kirishima could say he was mad, but he pretty sure he was dying at being pressed into his crushes side. Luckily the lights were off, otherwise Katsuki might have caught his red complexion and killed him for real.

--- 2nd MiriTama ---

"Wo-woah!" Mirio steadied himself, balancing on his two feet, eyes squinted in concentration as he fought to keep his balance. "This is ridiculous." He spoke out loud, despite his big smile at the stupidity of his quirk.

Amajiki was sitting on the sofa in the far corner, curled up with his knees tucked against his front. "You need assistance there?" He offered, though there wasn't much he could do for someone who's quirk was for him to phase through things. That had already made itself known when Togata had shattered a glass while drinking juice, the liquid and cup going everywhere before he himself phased through the floor and landed in their neighbors apartment, completely naked and smiling awkwardly at their shocked faces. "Should I get Mr. Aizawa on the phone? Maybe he can come over?"

"No." Mirio bit his lip tightly, keeping his arms out to balance himself incase he phased again. "I've got this - they only last a few hours like your bellyaches, it's fine."

Tamaki clearly wasn't impressed, coming over to land a palm on his boyfriends cheek, surprised at the heat and the face his hand didn't just phase through the man's skull. "You should rest." He said quite obviously. "But.. like that probably isn't a good idea."

The indigo man was at a loss of what to do for the blond, so he sighed, slowly sitting himself on the couch until Togata joined him, sitting on his legs, which were the only points of his body he was able to control at the minute; his arms phasing through the other student as he tried to wrap a arm around his shoulders. "Uh..."

"It's alright." The smaller man chuckled, switching on the TV and opening Netflix. Mirio smiled in embarrassment. "What do you wanna watch?"

--- 3rd EraserMic ---

"This is so shit."

Eraser dropped several doses of his dry-eye medication, then tied a bandanna to his eyes, pressing down on sore swollen skin, trying his best to completely block out the light. It wasn't the best solution to his quirk-illness, but it did quell some of the pain. Aizawa relied completely on his vision, so he obviously called work to say he was sick before beginning all of this 'treatment'. Now he just had to suffer alone for a few days before his eyes would return to normal. Until then, pure darkness it was. Gosh, he sounded like Tokoyami - he'd been talking too much with that emo-bird student of his.

Shota let out a squeak when a hand landed on his shoulder. "Hizashi?" He asked out loud, but heard so response. His skin tightened and burned at his eyes moved under his eyelids, wanting to look and gouge who was in front of him. His boyfriend always talked even if he wasn't being asked questions - unless... "Are you sick too?"

A hand tapped once on his forehead: Eraser smiled. That was their sign of a 'yes'. When Present Mic got his quirk-illness, it makes his voice go completely - he can't even mutter quietly under his breath: It's the one time where the house is filled with the quieter man's voice only. "I'll call in for you." He offered, but realized he couldn't see where he'd put the phone down. "Could you - uh..."

Something metal touched his arm and he grabbed it, feeling over the bumps and pressing the correct numbers for the schools teacher line. After a few years of getting to know his quirk, he knew it would be best if he could read braille, and like him, Hizashi had also found a way to combat his quirks problems by learning sign language - though that sign language couldn't exactly help him communicate now.

After making the call, he sighed, sitting himself on the sofa, feeling the silent adult slump next to him. "We're ridiculous." He supplied a conversation, knowing his boyfriend hated silence. "I become your mouth when your sick and you become my eyes vise versa."

A weird noise made Aizawa know he'd made Yamada laugh - it was a wheezing huff of a laugh, barely as loud as a whisper. "You sound like a dying cockatoo."

He could only imagine the reply: "You look like a recycled character on BirdBox."

--- 4th ShouToko ---

Tokoyami couldn't believe his eyes as he walked into his boyfriends room after school, coming face to face with a bin full of tentacles, some with eyes, mouths and ears, and some with none at all. If his face could pale, it would. "Shoji?" He called out, feeling sick as his eyes refused to look away from the bin.

"Yeah I'm just in the bathroom, give me a second!"

Right. Right. He remembered that they all had bathrooms in these new dorms. Fumikage tried not to throw up and look at the dead limbs, forcing his head away from it, staring at the wall opposite instead.

"You okay, Fumi'?" Came the concerned voice from none other than Mezo as he stepped out the bathroom, doing up his mask from brushing his teeth. "You aren't looking too well."

His thoughts went back to the arms, and he imagined them slowly decaying - how was he supposed to be okay looking at his boyfriends ripped off arms? Duple or not? "I think I'm going to be sick." He muttered, pushing past Mezo and sprinting into his own-suite, getting to the toilet just in time to throw up, curling up over the object, shivering violently.

A hand found itself on his back, and he flinched, mind going back to the Camp Incident, the blood, the missing hand on the floor, the pained expression etched into Shoji's face as his other limbs curled around the hurt one. "Hey." Came a soft voice right by his ear. "It's alright."

Wiping his beak, he coughed, looking up at the taller. "How is it okay?" He croaked out, eyeing the teen with an almost furious look. "Your arms are coming off! That's not normal!"

"Oh, that's why? I thought you were really ill!" Shoji was obviously smiling behind his mask. Kneeling down to be on the birds level, he pressed a kiss through the mask onto his feathers. "Like with your feathers, my arms 'molt'" He explained, scooping the smaller up, he brought him back into his room. The emo boy squeezed his eyes shut as they passed the limbs. "It's perfectly normal."

They both sat on the bed, and Shoji leaned over, grabbing one of the arms with nothing on and wiggling it around. Fumikage gave him 'the look' and he chuckled. "Wiggle wiggle wiggle"

--- 5th ShigaDabi ---

Shigaraki exhaled slowly, breath misting in the cold air as he trudged towards the bars opening, hands covered by special gloves that quelled quirks tucked carefully in his pockets. Shouldering the door open, he was met with Toga and Twice, who were both fretting over a kneeling Dabi, who was clenching his hands and tucking them into a bucket of water. "Oh sweet Jesus-" He muttered under his breath. Everyone turned at the sound of his footsteps etching closer. "What happened this time?"

"Quirk-Illness." Twice explained happily, then his mind switched, and his mouth clenched. "Bad, bad, bad!" He scolded no one in particular, waving his arms around.

Toga gave a smirk at all the boys' personalities. She was probably wondering how they ever became what was considered a 'family'; "Honestly Dabi, you could just take a quirk suppressant." She offered.

The black-haired, scarred male looked at her - any normal person would see calmness, but they all knew he was irritated. "They don't work." He said simply, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm basically just like Shigaraki in this situation right now."

Although the multiple-handed male could argue that was a bit offensive at the hint of how his quirk was uncontrollable, he shrugged. "Yeah yeah, scar-face." He drawled out, coming to sit in front of the man and his bucket. "I take it your quirk-illness is that your hands become actual fiery magnets?"

A nod came from the taller. Shigaraki smirked under the hand over his face. Taking his own hand out, he removed his 'father' and placed him on his shoulder instead so the man could see his face. "I don't know if this'll work, but they work for me and hey-" He smiled; he knew he shouldn't, he knew it was terrifying when he did, but he smiled. "-My quirk is much more erosive than those large hands of yours."

"Yeah yeah." He took his hands out the water, watching as they lit up in dimmed blue flames. He hissed. "Fucking hurry then."

Taking both hands out of his pockets he pulled the gloves off, feeling his own quirk come back full throttle. Taking his ring finger and pinkie off of the cloth to avoid destroying the outer later, which was not quirk-suppressant, he handed them over to the man. "Here."

"oH mY gOd ShIgArAkI iS bEiNg KiNd." Twice fangirled over in the corner, probably grinning like an idiot as Dabi pulled the gloves on. "I'm So PrOuD."

"Shut it Two-faced dickhead!" Snarled the blue-haired boy, standing up and trying to grab him, but being stopped by the blue-fire quirk user. "Let me at him!"

Toga giggled, sitting up on one of the chairs, swinging her legs as she adjusted her scarf. "Boys."

--- EXTRA - MINETA ---

"Guys...?" Mineta asked, kicking his legs out as he fought to free himself. He was alone in the classroom way past school times. The grape-haired boy realized he probably fell asleep at his desk again and had tried to move, only to find his hair was attached to the desk. "Help?"

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madamsixx · 4 years

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Beyond The Leather Chapter 6: Trouble After Paradise

Warnings: Drug use I was scared in fact I was terrified. She was pacing the room using all kinds of profanity that I have never heard before. I didn't even swear so it was shocking hearing her swear. Theresa was in the room sleeping she was out of it.

"This is unacceptable I cant.... I can't believe you Iman." She stared at me. "Your just beginning your career, and your going to let some crush with a junkie ruin it all for you!" She yelled waving her hands in the air.

"Tamara I'm-"

"Do not interrupt me when I am talking. Your mom trusted me to take care of you and I am trying my best. What on Gods earth made you go out. Especially with Nikki fucking Sixx! What do you think your doing by going to the Rainbow! Do you know what that place really is?"

I shook my head no. By this point I knew I messed up.

"That boy dosen't give two shits about you, your a game to him. That boy only cares about himself and drugs ok drugs nothing else. He can never love you or any one else."

Tears started coming down my cheeks and I started to cry because I knew she was right.

"Iman listen." Tamara sighed and walked towards me. She sat down on the couch." He can never love you ok. He's a junkie just like all the other guys he parties with. He will ruin you. None of those guys are worth your career." She whispered.

"I'm sorry." I hugged her and cried even more.

She rubbed my back and kissed my head. "Your better than he is. You need a decent guy a respectable guy. Not Nikki Sixx. But all that will come to you when your older. Right now you need to focus on you and your career. And also your schooling, cause your mom will kill me if you dont." She chuckled

"My mom must be really angry." I sniffed

"I didn't tell her, but you are going home for the rest of this month." She said with a stern voice.

"Ok." I wiped my tears.

"I'll deal with Theresa tomorrow, you go get some sleep. Your leaving tomorrow." She got and walked towards Theresa's bedroom.

I sat there staring at the walls. Tamara was right. I heard the way they talked about woman and saw the amount of alcohol they drank. But she was wrong about something.... the drugs. I haven't seen Nikki or any of his band members actually doing it. But who knows, people do things behind closed doors so that know one can see them for what they really are.

Next Morning

"I'm heading over to management I think I can get you into a big magazine shoot. And I got an audition for you for an up coming movie next year December."

"Ok" I sighed

Tamara walked out of my room and headed towards the door. But stopped and turned to Theresa who was nursing her hang over.

"I hope you learned your lesson." She spoke sternly.

"Uhhhh my head hurts and yes I did."

"If you want to go out get drunk and do drugs do it by yourself. Do not take my creation with you. I've worked to hard on her." She whispered down to Theresa.

"Shes a human being Tamara, also dont forget that shes a teen wanting to have fun. Not everything should be about work." Theresa responded back with an angled voice.

"Like I said I've worked hard on her. Do not fuck this up for me or your ass will be on the street." She snapped.

Tamara walked out the door slamming it shut.

"Hey you ok?" I asked coming out of the room.

"I'm alright hun, I had fun last night." She smiled.

"Oh I know."

I headed back to the room to finish packing.

Ring Ring Ring Ring

"Hey Theresa can you get the phone please!" I called out to her.

I continued packing trying to get all my stuff together. I heard the front door open and close and heard Theresa talking to somone. It sounded like a guys voice.

"Hey princess."

I look up to see Nikki standing by my door way. The nerve of this guy. To come over to my place and call me princess after what he did last night. If I was somone who swore there would be a lot of things I would call him.

"Why are you packing your suit case princess, where you going?" He asked with a confused look.

"I'm going home Nikki, so get out!"

This is where my temper starts to come in.

"Wait why I thought you said you were staying till the end of December?" He asked coming closer and sitting on my bed.

"Well I'm not so get out!" I yelled at him.

"No I'm not leaving till you tell me what's going on!" He shouted back at me.

"Ok what's going on is that I decided out of my better judgement to go out to the Rainbow with an alcoholic junkie." I sneered standing up.

Nikki's eyes went wide. He got up from my bed and walked towards me.

"Dont you ever fucking speak to me like that Iman.!" He pointed and shouted in my face.

"Whatever Nikki!" I pushed him and went down to zip and pick up my suitcase.

"Dont fucking touch me Iman!" Nikki yelled.

"Just get out Nikki what the hell do you want from me!?" I snapped pushing him again.

"I want you to fucking calm down and talk to me like a normal person not a fucking psycho bitch!!" He yelled grabbing on to my hands.

"Look Nikki, Tamara thinks it's best that I don't associate my self with somone like you ok. Our life styles are different. You drink, smoke, and treat woman as if there nothing. And you probably do drugs. I'm better than that, I'm better than you." I say pulling my hands away from him.

"Your better than me." He scoffs pointing at his chest.

"Yes I am." I say crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't want someone like you in my life. My career is taking off and I don't want to be dragged down by your decadent and excessive ways."

Nikki just stared at me putting his one hand on his hip and the other in his hair.

"Look let's just talk ok." He says with a lower voice. "If this is about last night I'm sorry I got fucked up ok. It won't happen again I swear to you." He says walking closer to me.

I felt bad but at the same time Tamara was right he will just ruin me. I'm a respectable good girl who needs to surround my self with people who are just like me. Not Nikki Sixx.

"I'm done talking to you, I said what ever I needed to say. Now get out Nikki. I'm going home."

"Fine run home to your mommy." He scoffs turning to leave.

Oh so he wants to start bringing mommy's and daddys into this argument ok.

"Well at least I have a mom. A mom and family to go home to. What do you have Nikki?" I smirk.

Nikki was seething with anger. He told me these things because he trusted me and I used them against him.

"Fuck you and fuck your family you fucking whore!" He yelled and I punched him in the jaw.

He turned to me in shock. His once calm expression turned into something I can't even describe. Maybe the hulk.

"You cunt!" He yelled shoving me back.

I tripped over my suitcase and fell on the ground. Theresa came running in the room as Nikki towered over me.

"Nikki stop!" She yelled.

Nikki held one hand to his jaw and the other reaching down to take my hand to lift me back.

"Dont touch me." I snapped slapping his hand away. "Just get out Nikki." I said with a shaky voice.

Nikki turned away with a clenched jaw and left my room.

"Nikki I'm very sorry shes just-"

"Listen you, her, and that stuck up bitch Tamara can all go fuck your selves." Nikki turned around and interrupted Theresa.

"Nikki plea-

"I SAID FUCK OOOOFF!" He shouted right in front of Theresa's face. He turned on his heel and walked out the door slamming it hard. Theresa was really scared almost shaking by his outburst.

Theresa came back in the room and sat by me. She placed her arms around me and hugged me tightly. I just wanted to go home at this point. I needed my family and to get away for a bit.

Nikki's POV

"Fuck her, fuck that fucking bitch and her cunt friends." I barged through my apartment door slamming it shut.

"Woah Sixx calm down, what's eating you up?" Robbin looked up from snorting coke.

"Fucking Iman is what's up. I tried fucking talking to her and she went all psycho on me."

"Hmm wow." Robbin responds laying his head back on the couch.

"Dude you save some for me?" I furrowed my brows.

"Yeah, oh by the way Neil called, he asked if you wanted to go on a club Med holiday with him to the french own island of Martinique in the Caribbean."

"Mmmmm yeah sounds good. Its not like I have a house, or friends, or a girlfriend here. You gonna come to?"

"Yeah bro I think I will." Robbin shifted over and made room for me to sit on the couch.

"Great I'll call him back, after I have some blow." I made a line on the table and snorted it up. ____

Saturday, December 1st, 1984

Nikki's POV

I came to the Caribbean Island of Martinique with Robbin Crosby and Neil Zlozower. I couldn't remember how I even got here because I was too drugged out.

"Wow this Island is beautiful. I stated as I was sipping a margarita.

"Shit sure is. So what do you got planned for us Neil?" Robbin asked.

"Well we should go on a hike later on in the day. I hired a tourist to take us around." Neil says while opening up a map. "He's going to take us up on a water hike.

"Why do we need to hike when there are topless woman to look at every where." I lifted my head while bringing down my sunglasses to look at women.

"Cause were on vacation Nik. Site seeing places is better than site seeing woman you dont really want." Neil stated.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I scoffed.

"Iman." Neil raised his eyebows.

I glared at Robbin.

"Look I only told him so that he could plan a good trip for us to take your mind off of her." Robbin waved his hands.

"I dont want to talk about her anymore. Let's just fucking go site seeing."

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December 9th, 1984, Tornto, Canada

Iman's POV

I had been home for a couple of weeks now and I was very happy. I went shopping with my sisters, went to the movies, went to church, and had a chance to catch up with my school work. Some of my friends even visited me and we went out to eat. The only thing I didn't miss about being home was the winter. LA was hot all year round.

"Wow the tree is looking nice girls, let maya put the star up when you guys are done." My mom stated

"Yayyyyyy!!!" Maya jumped up.

"Bet you miss the LA heat huh." My sister Felicia nudged me.

"Oh man I do, but I rather be here in the cold with you guys than in the heat in LA alone." I smiled.

"So Tamara tells me you have an audition in February for a movie in December next year. That's good." My mom says as she sits down on the couch.

"Yeah I'm excited. I'm also excited too because I have some interview coming up next year. So that will be great."

"As long as you continue with your school work with the home school teacher." My mom says with a stern voice.

"Ughhh mommy whyyyyyy." I whine.

"Iman, you need something to fall back on in case acting doesn't work out. You getting a high school Diploma will benefit you, and also make me happy.

And that's something I always wanted for my mom to be happy.

"Sorry off topic but when's the last time you talked to Ola?" My older sister Selena asks walking into the living room

"Oh it's been a while. I should call her one of-"

I was interrupted as the phone began to ring.

"Hello." My mom answers the phone.

"Oh hi Tamara it's good to hear from you. Hope everything is alright?"

It was Tamara calling. My mom continues talking on the phone with her until she calls me over to talk with her.

"Hey Tammy how are you?"

"Hi honey listen dont freak out or anything, but I need to yell you something important. Vince from Motley Crue was involved in a car crash.

"Oh my God is he alright?"

"He is, but he had a friend in the car with him named Razzle and he didnt make it."

"Oh no."

"Vince and that guy Razzle were driving drunk. They also hurt three other innocent people. You see why I said these guys were bad news and to stay away from them. I hope you understand what im trying to tell you now."

"Yeah I... I do."

"Alright honey well I'll let you go. I'll send Theresa down to get you when it comes closer to your audition day ok."

"Alright thanks Tammy, bye." I walked over and put the phone down.

Wow this was shocking. I couldn't believe Vince would drink and drive. Well actually I feel like I could, words like responsibility and consequences meant nothing to those guys. They didnt care about anyone but themselves. Now three innocent people were hurt, due to two drunk drivers. I will definitely stay far away from them.

#80s #crue #glam metal #hair metal #mick mars #motley #motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil

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Do you like playing tic-tac-toe? Uh not in particular, but if someone invited me to a round or two and I wasn’t really doing anything, I wouldn’t say no. What about hangman? As a kid we played it a lot in different classes - and now that I think about it we really shouldn’t have been taught games like that as kids :// I don’t really encounter hangman these days, though. Do you like biting styrofoam cups? Maybe as a kid I did, but I avoid styrofoam now. Are you dangerously in love with someone? Nice Beyoncé reference HAHAHAHA. I hate corny phrases like that but I am in a relationship with someone I love a lot, yeah. Did you play hopscotch when you were younger? Yeah, over here we call it piko. I used to steal chalk from my classroom so I can draw out the court for me and my friends to play on. Funnily, when I came back to my old school to visit a month ago I found that they already put a permanent hopscotch court in place near my old Grade 1 classroom. Wish stuff like that had been around when I was a kid.

Are you a momma's girl/boy? Far from it; I’ve never gotten to be close with my mom. Are you cute or sexy? ...I dunno. This is the type of question you usually leave to other people to answer lol. If you could only save your mother or your BFF who would you save? My mom, but only because the childhood abuse/trauma has always made me follow what she would have wanted me to do so I can be spared from getting yelled at or hurt or feeling guilty. Didn’t expect that to go so dark, did you? Hahahahaha that’s why you should never ask questions like this. Did you ever play double dutch? No, I never learned how to. The movie Jump In inspired me for a bit to learn it, but in the end I was just content playing with one jump rope. What about chinese jump rope? You mean Chinese garter? Yeah, we played it alongside piko in grade school. I never knew how to do a cartwheel though, so I never made it to the higher levels. There’s a variation to Chinese garter that we called 10-20, and that one I was much better at. What is favorite dance to do? Egh, I hate dancing. I do the choregraphy for Beyoncé’s songs in my head, but that’s about all the dancing I do. What is your favorite song to sing? There’s a ton of songs I love to sing, but I don’t really have a favorite at the moment. Is English your 1st language? No, Filipino is. I learned English from reading, watching TV, and school. While I mainly speak English now, Filipino was definitely my base language. Did you ever perform in front of your entire school? Sure. My old school does annual theatre productions that require every batch to participate and sing/dance a certain number, and the thing is that every batch is allowed to be a part of the audience to watch the other batches before and after their performance, so yeah I’ve technically performed in front of the entire school. Did you or do you have a disease? I’ve never had a serious disease before. Did your older sibling ever tell you freaky stories that you believed? I’m the eldest sibling and no, I didn’t tell my younger siblings any stories like that because they get scared easily. Where is the biggest scar on your body? My scars aren’t big but the most noticeable one is probably the one on my eyebrow. What is better gel pens or regular pens? Regular. I hate gel pens. Permanent or washable markers? I don’t make preferences about these things lmao but uh I guess permanent? They write more solidly compared to whiteboard markers. Do you have a yahoo account? I have a very old email account somewhere in there but I haven’t used it in like a decade now probs. Where would you just love to work? As detached and blind-eye as it sounds, BGC. Gotta look out for yourself, dude. Is your mom prettier than you? She definitely looks very youthful and young for someone about to turn 50, but I’m not about to start comparing haha. Are you single and proud? Not single. Are you in a Spanish class? No, never been in a Spanish class except for Duolingo, if it counts lmao. Are you more happy when you're with people or alone? It really depends on my mood. I can be very happy in either situation. Do you like the opposite sex with dark or light hair? I don’t really have a choice, all Filipinos just have dark hair. Do you have a burning desire to slap someone right now? Nope but I do have an urge to go crazy because I’M SO BORED from this semi-vacation. What do you think about guys shaving their legs? I think anybody shaving their legs is a normal thing. Are you a violent person? I was a violent kid because my alcoholic relatives used violence as a response to everything. When my family finally moved out of our duplex, I was able to calm down and I stopped being violent. Do you know a guy named Travis? I don’t think I do. What was the last horror film you saw? Not sure. I think it was Scream from when my sister’s boyfriend (or ex? I don’t really know what they are these days) came over a couple of months ago. Do you wear lipstick? No. Do you like word searches and cross word puzzles? I love word searches, but I don’t consider myself smart enough for crosswords hahahahaha. Have you ever gone to a private school? I went to a private school for kinder, elementary, and high school, but you have to keep in mind that the education system here is a bit different and so the meaning of private school here doesn’t necessarily equate to the snobby, rich-kid, million-dollar tuition fee private schools that I always hear of from the US.

#survey #surveys

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MIROH: Pt. 1/ Preview

MIROH: A Stray Kids MazeRunner! AU

Reader-insert: Female (1st person) Pairing: Changbin x Reader (ot9 x reader friendships) Genre: Dystopian, MazeRunner!au, Romance Warning: none for this chapter Word Count: 1.3k

Disclaimer: I do not own the Maze Runner. It is a fantastic series written by James Dashner which I highly recommend!

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Bang.

I immediately shot awake, my sudden movements knocking me off balance and straight into the hard surface behind me. I gasped for breath, the sudden fall knocking the air out of my lungs. Peeling an eye open, I took in my surroundings. The four cold, metal walls of a box rose up around me. Wooden boxes and old-fashioned crates were stacked in the corner. It was dark – so dark – with the exception of an eerie red light somewhere far above me. I didn’t have time to observe much else about my current confinement before it suddenly shot upwards. I yelped in surprise as inertia pushed me flat against the floor of the box. Loud clangs reverberated around me, making any logical thought process impossible. Beginning to hyperventilate, I couldn’t contain the scream that echoed off of the walls, only serving to disorient myself further. Suddenly, after what seemed like ages, the upward motion suddenly halted, throwing me back against the floor again. I let out a groan, rubbing my head to ease the throbbing. Peering upwards, I could barely make out what seemed to be the top of the elevator shaft, or whatever you would call the thing I was in. The crates in the corner began to rattle, fear suddenly settled deep in my bones and I began to shout while banging my fist against the side of the metal box.

“Hey! Let me out! Help!” I was so consumed in my plea for assistance, that I didn’t notice the giant iron doors above me slide open until I was blinded by the sunlight. Cowering away from the burning in my eyes, I finally blinked them open.

“Ay, it’s a greenie.”

“Ah, look at him, he’s a puny one, he is.”

The sudden presence of voices didn’t comfort me like you would think. I was terrified, barely able to understand the words they were saying. All until that one sentence.

“Uh, I don’t think the greenie’s a dude.”

I finally looked up.

“No, that ain’t no shucking boy.”

Faces loomed over the opening, causing me to squeak and shuffle backward.

“Alright, everyone, move back. You’re scaring her.”

Surprisingly, though not without grumbles, most of the faces did disappear.

“Aight’, don’t freak out, greenie. I’m going to come down there and get you out, ok?”

I flinched as the floor shuddered as a boy jumped down into the box. With pitch-black hair and a short but sturdy stature, his expression was neutral, but there was no hostility.

“Come on, greenie. My name is Changbin, and I’m gonna help you get out of here. Come on, now. Stand up.”

With apprehension, I gingerly took his hand. He deftly pulled me to my feet, leading me to the side of the cage.

“Ay, shanks! Stop your staring and let the rope down!”

A rope was thrown down. The boy, Changbin, who was actually about my height, tied a loop at the end before motioning me to put my foot in it. I just stared at it. He must have sensed my nervousness because he immediately shoved me (albeit gently) towards the rope.

“Come on, you can’t stay here forever.”

The rope was suddenly jerked upwards and I was pulled to the top. Hands grabbed my arms pulled me over the ledge until I was standing in the middle of a group of boys. I flinched as jeers erupted around me.

“That ain’t a regular shank, that’s for sure.”

“Wow, she’s hot.”

“I call dibs on the girl-shank!”

“What?”

“No way!”

“Dude, she’s mine.”

Suddenly, a voice from below us rang out.

“She’s no one’s. And I’m still down here, by the way, so stop staring at the girl and get me up.”

After Changbin was pulled up from the box, a voice from my left spoke up.

“Welcome to the glade, greenie.” A boy with dark curly hair was speaking. He had a commanding aura about him, but he flashed a bright smile. There was an accent to his voice, one I couldn’t name, but somehow could recognize.

It was then that I first looked past the group of boys. I looked to be standing in the middle of a giant field. There was a garden in one corner, a forest in another, sheep and cows grazing, small shacks and hammocks. It all would have been rather comforting if it weren’t for the huge stone walls that surrounded and boxed us in. I looked around, noticing a giant gap in each of the four sides.

“Wha-t“ My voice broke with unuse. Snickers echoed around as the boy shot a glare at the offenders.

“What’s your name, greenie?”

“It’s-“ I suddenly realized I didn’t know. Eye’s widening, I began to panic, racking my brain for the answer. Suddenly, my eye caught again on something in the far corner of the field. The gaps. Seeing an escape, I began to make my way there, slowly

“Hey, Hey, it’s ok, greenie. This is normal, it’ll come to you eventually.” The boy said, trying to calm me down, but my mind was now elsewhere. As if suddenly noticing my distracted state, he looked to where my attention seemed to be. “Oh, uh, that’s- Hey! Come back, it’s not safe!” He yelled after me as I pushed my way through the crowd, ignoring the looks I was getting.

I immediately broke out into a dead sprint towards the gap in the wall. The more the group behind me yelled for me to stop, the faster I ran. I had almost made it to the gap when I made out what they were saying behind me.

“Jisung, get her!”

A movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention, but before I could look, he was already on me.

“I’m so sorry!” A voice exclaimed, right before I was tackled to the ground. My head slammed into the dirt and I groaned as the weight on top of me quickly rolled off.

“Shuck, are you okay?”

My eyes fluttered open to see a concerned face hovering above me.

“Sorry, I was just trying to save you.”

My head pounded and I shut my eyes again as I felt the footfalls of others through the ground.

“Alright, take her to the slammer, I guess. I feel bad, I’d take her to the homestead, but she’d be safer in the slammer.” The boy who’d talked to me in front of the group was speaking now.

Changbin, the boy who’d gotten me up from the freaky elevator, grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

My head throbbed once more, and I stumbled dizzily. Seeing that I obviously was in no shape to walk, the boy sighed and effortlessly scooped me up. Despite my struggling, he carried me easily, and I eventually just slumped in his hold. It felt like only a second, but soon he was setting me down on a packed earth floor. I was barely conscious as I saw him look at me for a long second, before turning and shutting the barred door behind him. Glancing around, I saw that he had taken me to what seemed to be a small room dug into the ground, the top covered with a cage-like structure made from what looked like bamboo.

“Hey,” a soft voice was at the door.

Immediately, my head snapped over, eyes clenching shut at the sudden throbbing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Chan, the leader of this glade. I know that you’re scared and that you have no idea where you are, but I promise those questions will be answered soon. Don’t worry about being here, you’re not in trouble and we don’t hate you. We do this for every greenie. We’re just making sure that you can calm down, and we’re trying to keep you safe. Okay? Whatever you do, don’t go into that maze. We’re trying to help you, okay?”

His gaze is earnest, and when I don’t respond he asks “Okay?” again.

I nod, and he smiles.

“Okay, good. I’ll see you when you get out. Woojin, our cook, will be here sometime soon with some food.” He gives me one more parting smile and then jogged off.

With all that had happened since I’d woken up in the box, I couldn’t keep my eyes open and I fell asleep almost immediately.

A/N: Despite writing for myself often, this will be the first fic I’ve ever posted on Tumblr! I am excited and nervous since I think that there are plenty of writers on this platform who are better than me. But, I loved this concept, so I want to share it with all of you! I have about 20k words of this first part written, and it’s still not completely done, but I will go ahead and start posting. As a heads up, I leave for college in about a month, so if there is a big gap between part 1 and part 2, I apologize. Hopefully, I will have time to write, but I really do not know how my schedule will look. I’ll update you more when the time comes, but enjoy this for now!

With love,

~ Ash

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gayforoctaviablake · 5 years

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Hope ya like this nonsense. Y/N= your name Y/F/D = Your favorite drink

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Description: high school AU where you're in a bit of an abusive relationship, and when you're lifelong bestfriend and crush finds out, all hell breaks lose.

Warnings: this could be triggering to someone who has experienced abuse, Language

You woke up to a chilly fall morning. The air was crisp and the leaves on the trees had fallen basically overnight. Fall was always your favorite. You loved the colors and the way the leaves sounded when you'd step on them.

You mumbled to yourself as you got ready, "should I bike or take the bus today? Is it even that cold?" You pulled out your phone to see it was going to be a tad chilly but not enough for you to take the bus. You finished brushing your teeth, grabbed your hoodie and left your house and headed down the street on your bike.

*pop ding*

A text from your boyfriend popped up, it read:

Babe: do you want coffee? Im stopping by the café by my house.

You had to pull over with your bike to respond.

Me: sure! Can you get me a Y/F/D please?

Babe: yeah I gotchu 👌

"Everything seemed so normal. He's either perfect or a nightmare, either kissing or yelling. Either happy or angry" you think to yourself as you continue biking to school.

You got to school at just about the same time as your boyfriend. He gave you your drink and wrapped his arm around you as you walked into the building. Class didn't start for another 5 minutes so you chilled in the hallway for a while.

"Hey Bellamy!" You shouted to your best friend

"Yes princess" he responded. He's called you that since you were little. Your boyfriend didn't like it too much but as if that would stop him.

"Want a sip?" You offered your drink with a cheesy smile

He stared for a second "what did you do to it?" He asked

"Bitch. Nothing I'm just being nice like you would know what that is" you smirked

"Very funny" he took a few sips and sat down with you and your boyfriend.

"So how was everyones weekend?" You asked hoping to break the tension between the two. Bellamy has always been protective of you and your boyfriend was easily jealous. Which makes sense since you've secretly had a thing for Bellamy since 1st grade.

"It was alright. I went skateboarding with the guys, had a few beers" your boyfriend seemed to not give a shit about when you two went to the movies.

"And Bell?"

"What do you mean Y/N we were either texting or hanging out all weekend you were basicslly there" you both laughed

"That is true" you responded

Your boyfriend didn't find it very funny

Class started and you went your separate ways, after of course your boyfriend walked you to your first class. Before you went in he pulled you aside

"Babe, I don't really like you hanging out with Bellamy" he said

"Wha- why?" You were confused. You've known Bell your entire life, why is it such an issue?

"I just don't fucking like it okay!" He shouted!

"Babe I-"

"Hes no good for you! He's a dick!" He just kept yelling. Hes never done this at school before. Sure He's gotten agitated with you but never to this extent.

"Calm down!" You tried your best to keep your cool

"Don't tell me to calm down! I'll calm down when you stop talking to him!"

You were speechless. How could he just flip a switch like this? Bellamy was with you maybe 4 minutes tops this morning. How is he this angry?

You tried to free yourself from his grip but he grabbed on tighter. You were surprised nobody came out of class to see what all the commotion was. You could feel your arms bruising under his hands

"Let go of me!" You screamed at him and tugged with all your strength. Finally. A teacher came out to see what was going on.

"Woah woah break it up right now!" He yelled

Your boyfriend didn't even seem human. It was like he was a whole new being

He didn't let go.

The teacher stepped in and physically forced his arms off of you. At this point the whole class was watching.

Your boyfriend was still. Not seeming to comprehend what he had done.

You were now hiding behind your good friend Murphy, and he was comforting you and wiping your tears away, shielding you from other students wandering eyes.

"Come on, it's ok, come on" he led you downstairs to an empty part of the hallway before teachers could even notice, then again they weren't too worried since they know how good of friends you and John were. You couldn't stop shaking.

John just held you in a tight hug and softly talked to you.

"It's ok, it's over now, Murphy's gotcha"

After maybe 15 minutes you calmed down enough to speak

"Wha- what do I do?" Your voice cracked

"Tell me exactly what happened, you don't have to keep going if you get anxious" he rubbed your back

"He. He just kept yelling. He doesn't want me to talk to Bell anymore. I. I don't know why that made him so angry. I always knew he was the jealous type but I would've never thought he would go this far."

"He won't touch you again" he sounded aggressive but in a soft way. You knew he would protect you to the ends of the earth.

You both sat in silence for another 20 minutes. A door slammed open and someone stated storming down the stairs.

"Y/N!!! Y/N I'm sorry!!" Your boyfriend yelled through the stairwell

Murphy grabbed you and you hid behind the solid side of the staircase, basically holding your breath.

He came to the bottom and looked through the window near where you were. He didn't see you and kept walking.

You counted his steps in your head.

"One..... Two.... Three... Four.... Fi-" he stopped. And turned around. What was he doing? He couldn't have seen you! Right?

He looked through that window again, and stood there for a few minutes. It felt like hours. Murphy was holding you so tight he could feel your ribs.

He turned around very slow, and spotted you both.

Murphy practically jumped up with you and hid you behind him.

"Y/N I'm so sorry. I. I didn't mean to do that ok. I just. I'm so scared you're only with me to make him jealous!" He was almost crying. But. It didn't seem real to you.

"Look man, the damage was done now lets say we don't create anymore and go our separate ways for now ok?" Murphy stated shakily while walking you to the stairs backwards to keep his eyes on this asshole.

"I wasn't talking to you Murphy. I don't want you here. Neither does she." He began to shout. You squeezed Murphy's hand in fear.

"Seriously dude just go the other way, this isn't worth it, you already ruined your only chance." John was not afraid of your boyfriend. In fact he never really liked him in the first place.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE MURPHY" he shouted so loud you both flinched.

Murphy was going through all the scenarios in his head. He managed to back you both up to the staircase. He let go of your hand.

"Murphy?" You asked perplexed on what he was planning.

"Go get Bellamy Y/N" he whispered

"Murphy he'll beat the shit out of you!" You whispered back with a shake

"You underestimate me princess." He winked "Go get Bellamy and security. I'll keep him here. Go!"

You sprinted up the stairs with tears in your eyes. You could hear them whailing on each other.

You reached room 306, bursted through the door and yelled for Bellamy. He leaped out of his seat to get to you.

"Y/N whats going on?" He practically caught you from falling.

"Murphy! He's in danger! Downstairs. He told me to come get you!" You were out of breath. But you managed to pass the information quickly.

Bellamy's teacher noticed the bruises on your arms and asked you to come inside the class and wait for security to arrive. You sat down and felt everyone's eyes on you.

"Let me get you some water" Mrs. Williams said

As soon as she walked away you booked it out the door. You knew you couldn't sit there while your two best friends were in a fight.

You rached the first floor where everything took place. You saw Murphy on the floor bleeding and Bellamy and your now ex throwing punches left and right.

Without thinking you ran in to stop them.

Bellamy would never hurt you causing him to immediately stop swinging. Your ex however saw it as an opprotunity and punched you right in the jaw. However you were lucky enough to not have it crack into a million peices. It sure felt like it.

You hit the ground. Hard. Nobody knew how the hell you got back up but you did. And not only did you get back up but you were swingin too.

You must've hit him about 5 times before he got one in. Your tiny fists didn't do enough damage unfortunately.

Bellamy was trying to get between you both but you accidentally nailed him with your elbow as you threw another punch.

Your Ex managed to get another bad hit in. Little higher than the first one. You went down again, and you definitely didn't get back up.

The entire time this happened where was security? You hit the ground as soon as that main floor door opened up to the stairwell. Security grabbed your ex and Murphy managed to gain enough strength to carry you to his car. He didn't want you to have to wake up and talk to police. God knows how he talked security into letting him take you away.

About an hour later you woke up in Bellamy's bed. Nice dim lighting for the headache he knew you would have, and a glass of water on the nightstand.

You didn't know where your phone was and you knew getting up would hurt like a bitch so you continued to lay there. Maybe 5 minutes have passed when Bell walked in.

"Good to see you're awake" he spoke so soft

"Good to see you're alive" you responded.

He sat next to you and helped you sit up and drink some water.

"I guess I owe you an explanation" you sighed

"Don't worry about it, Murphy already told me everything." He rubbed your leg

Silence filled the room for a good few minutes before Bellamy finally worked up the courage to ask.

"But. Did he really have a reason to be jealous?"

You stared at him. "Not that I tried to make obvious" you chuckled a bit

"In all seriousness, do you feel anything. For me?" He asked

"Bellamy Blake. I have since the first grade" he couldn't see that you were shaking in fear of him not feeling the same

"Really?" He asked

You began to worry, eyes tearing up

"Because I have since kindergarten." He smiled.

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boom-boom-boyx2 · 4 years

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Bakugous Bar•

Bakugou finally graduates from college w/ as an Official Chef. This is amazing! He can move back home and get his own apartment and work at a nice restaurant and get money.....was what everyone thought was going to happen.

He moved back home, and everything was going great! He got a nice job and worked hard- only issue, he doesn’t work well with others. You see Bakugou has always been very independent but when he cooks he becomes more calm- when people around him aren’t stupid. He ‘Quidts’ after his 2nd week bc he can’t do his ‘own’ thing.

He decides that he is gonna own his own business. He looks around for old places restaurants that got shut down and cheap apartments.

He finally finds a building! “It looks abandoned and I barely even call it a building...” his mother said as she stretched. “Hey! Look, it’s beaten up but the contracted said it was only 2,000 bucks so all I gott do now is clean it out, re-vamp it a little, and BOOM! I got my own apartment, And- bar!” He stated with a huge smirk on his face. His mother look at him with uncertainty, “Katsuki....are you sure you got this? You’re gonna need help, like- a lot of help..Me and your father will help! We just have jobs and can’t devote all are times to this for how ever long this will take.” She sighs loudly.

“I got this.” He says with....strength, if that’s what you wanna call it. “Mom. I’m going to fix this up and it’s gonna be mine.” Bakugou stares at the run down place as if it’s gold. His mom looks worried, “sweaty- when does school get out?”

“Uh- idk, Tape-fuck & Shitty-hair said they where coming back to Shizuoka after school so I’ll have to ask them... why?”

“Ah! That’s good!” She smiles, “they can come and help you! Maybe- you capfuls even pay them back by giving them a job” she looks at him with a side smirk. “Mom.” She pauses, he never calls her by that name... “I love you. Thank you for supporting me and helping me fix my life up a little bit..” she smiles a soft and caring smile. “I will be here through this entire rollercoaster, I know what you struggle with because I strongly with it. I will be here and I will stay with you.” Bakugou hugs her and cries, but only a little, when they finish the hug they go down the road to meet the other owners around them.

They meet this nice family that owns a new café down the street. “Hi! We aren’t open, but we open sometime in a few months!” The lady standing at the front of the door says with a smile. “Ah, no- my son just bought the place down the road! We just wanted to introduce our selves! My names is Mitsuki Bakugou, and tbis is my son Katsuki Bakugou.” She said with a bright smile. “Oh my! I’m so sorry!! Sweety, why don’t you come over here and meet the people that bought the place down the street!!” She yells to the back of their shop. “Yeah yeah- I’m coming mom! *frog noises* hi! My name *frog noises* is Tsuyu but please just call me Tsu!” She smiles and goes to shake Bakugous hand, “uh- hey, my names Bakugou..” she shakes her hand with the look of ‘I’m questioning my sanity’ written all over his face. “So...what are you planing on turning that old place into? It’s kinda been sitting there for a while.” Her mother says as she try’s to start convosation. “I’m turning it to a nice bar, it’s kinda big & has 2 story’s so I’m gonna have a place for food by the bar and have a stage up stairs for comedy & music.” Bakugou gets jittery thinking about it. “Well, what about you guys?”, she grabs one of the pamphlets from the desk, “a café?”. Tsu speaks, “A forest Café! We actually bought this place because of the weird forest around the back, we already have this od tree in the middle of the shop so..” she points at the tree in the middle of the so to be Café. Mitsuki replies, “Well then, when they get drunk at the bar they can come here to sober up a bit” the girls laugh and Bakugou and his mom start to leave after a bit of chatting.

In the car on the way home.

“They where nice!” His mom breaks the silince. “Yeah...uh hey- mom?”

“Yes?”

“Uhm...it has 3 stories, which means I can have a story for my room. Like my own apartment and-”

Mitsuki interrupts her son with a loud sigh, “Katsuki, if u wanna live there, I’m fine with that.. but, you have to be safe... And please remember that’s its a Bar and your house.”

Katsuki releavingly exhaled, “I know.”

“I was hoping that u got somewhere close bc you know it is a 30 minute drive from our house” they both crack a little laugh to the lightened mood.

Bakugou gets home and calls his ‘friends’, he hated referring to them as friends but, that was what they where, there was no way going past it.

•The call•

-“Bro! You actually called first I something wrong?”

-“no.” Bakugou sighs at the red heads remark

-“look- dude, are you sure you okay? You like nEVER call first?”

-“SEE IM WAS RIGHT! Wait- did someone die!?” The red-head fell of his bed.

-“Ouch- kirishima, dude You okay? That sounded like it hurt..”

-“I’m fine!”

-“Bakugou! You need to speak up me and Kiri are the only ones talking right now.”

-“ yeah, yeah- no ones dead, for g0ds sake- I just wanted to ask if u dumbasses where still coming back after you graduated. I’ve got some work I wanted to put you up to..”

-“Hell Yeah!! What we doing?”

-“Yeah bro!! Wait- Sero is he gonna ask to help him kill someone..”

-“I’m honestly down for what ever” the black haired boy grabbed his phone and brought it to his kitchen

-“no. Where not killing any one”, he rolled his eyes, “look, I bought this run down place- I’m re-vamping it to a bar and it’s three stories so I’m sleeping on the 3rd floor, 2nd floor is going to have a little stage for comic’s and singers 1st floor Is food and drinks.”

Both boys looked at Bakugou with surprised faces.

-“Bakugou....You look, exited for once..” Sero

-“Dude- we are sO helping you with this! You like Actually look happy and not like you wanna kill someone” kirishima

-“okay- we’ll hurry up and finish school so you can get your ass’s down here.” Bakugou stated before leaving the call

-“Sero, we have to help him with this... He sounded so ready”

-“I’m with you, we Have to help him, okay- dude I have to finish my homework I gotta go”

-“aight! See ya bro!!”

-both left call-

Bakugou’s pov:

I’ve been sweeping and cleaning the building out and helping the Tsuyu family with their cafe as well... I have been looking for parts and furniture for the Bar... And I know the perfect name.

Bakugous Bar

Its gonna be a fun chill place where you can meet your friends....where you go to cry and find your friends and people to help you...

A place you never feel Alone.

All I need to do now is wait for the guys to get here and to find other workers. That should be easy once they get here, their both good with people..unlike me.

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shakespearean-tc · 5 years

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Teacher Crush Background

Originally posted March 29th, 2019 Some background on me and A.

I know that like, I haven’t known him for 2 or 3 years like others in the community, but… I dunno I really needed to get my story out because keeping this in is so hard

He started teaching at my high school around late January. He’s small for a guy, like 5′ 5-6″. I’m almost 5′ 10″ so??? theres an issue haha but hes adorable. We’re 6 years apart? Does this even matter? Who knows.

Anyway, he began as our student teacher and I seriously thought that he was such a dork at the beginning. It was an endearing thought, but he seemed so quirky? Which isn’t a bad thing but he had sO MuCH ENERGy. hes a millenial so like he knows all of the memes and vines and omg i just- Yeah. He’s a good teacher and he’s gone through some rough stuff, but he’s just??? Such a wonderful guy.

Eventually, I found out he was a huge nerd? i was just talking about Legend of Zelda with my friend and he just literally like I swear to god, his ears perked up and he was like “Yo were you just talking about Majora’s Mask?” And i was like “Uh wow, yeah i was how tf did you-” “OMG I LITERALLY LOVE THAT GAME SO MUCH ITS MY FAVORITE”

But I guess??? I’ll just like share some times when I really was like “omg i think i have a crush” because why tf not i dunno what the heck im doing

1- This is like 2 weeks in since he’s been teaching us. We were doing an exercise so that we could work on our natural reactions, yeah? You would say a word and the other people in your group would answer with the first word that came to mind. Because in theatre, it’s really difficult to fake a genuine reaction to something and also because improvisation my dudes

But anyhow, I was bored and I just kinda was like “Trauma.” And my friend, E, goes, “PTSD” and then my other friend just yells “TYLER” and A just leaped up and was like “CONCERN?!??!?!” and so he just walked over and we were laughing so hard i could hardly breathe, but he just looked at us, slightly concerned, and my friend made some stupid comment, I cant even remember what it was but i started laughing even harder that i snORTED and he looked at me and I just went bright red and he started laughing SO HARD THAT HE WAS ALMOST CRYING and we finally calmed down and i just kinda mumbled “omg i hate my laugh that was awful” and he just smiled at me and was like “Hey, don’t. it’s real and it’s an awesome laugh. i love it.”

2- This was probably about a month in or so. Middle of February. He started out coming to class dressed like?? Really nice, and hes got long hair so he always wore it in a ponytail. He was in like slacks and dress shirt, tie, etc, etc. I always thought it was kinda cute, but then one day, out of the blue- He shows up to class with his hair down, jeans, sneakers, a zelda shirt and this really nice leather jacket- i swear to god he walked into class and i like glanced up from my sketchbook and had to do a friggin double take??? He looked like a different man??? but he looked so much more comfortable like jeez wow he looked so nice, and now he dresses like this all the time

3- One day after class, i was packing up my stuff, and it was just me and him in the classroom. out of the blue he started coughing really hard and really bad and i like dropped everything and was like “OmG ARE YOU OKAY DO YOU NEED HELP” and he just kinda shook his head, and drank some water. after a minute he turned to me, and was like “No, im ok, im okay” and i was like “okay, but??? are you sure??? that scared me” and he sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and said “listen, idk if ill tell the rest of the class, but… you cant tell anyone about this because its embarrassing.” and i was here thinking “wtf is it??” and he says “I have Cystic fibrosis (ill refer to this as CF later on in my blog posts at some points).” and i looked at him all weird and was like “what is that” and he tells me “its hard to explain but basically my lungs dont work right and its hard for me to breathe a lot of the time.” and i just “how come ive never heard of it?” He says “Its really rare. its a life threatening disease, and i dont like to tell many people about it because i feel like they treat me like im delicate and fragile, and i dont want to be treated like that. please don’t tell anyone else.” and i smiled softly and nodded. “Okay I won’t. Just… let me know if you need help.” He smiled at me. “Thanks M. Will do. Have a good day.”

4- In late February. We were working on memorising our scenes that we had written and one of the other groups had just finished theirs. it was a very sad scene and he was like “Ouch, right in my feels. good job guys.” And he started walking out of the room, when one of the girls was talking to me and said “yeah, were gonna have her die in the end” and by now, A is out of the room, but i hear like a very soft thumpthumpthumpthump and he runs back into the room and yells “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’VE DONE THIS” and runs out, leaving the rest of us dying of laughter. (another time me and my friend were quoting vines and she goes “say colorado!” and he runs up behind up and just “IM A GIRAFFE”)

We’re really good friends, always talking after class and sharing jokes. He sometimes rants with me after school.

I guess this last one is when I realised I was… almost falling in love with him. I know it sounds so silly, but idk its nice to finally be able to say it.

This was the 1st of March. It was the night we were performing our scenes, and there was like 100-150 people in the audience. I have bad stage fright, but what you need to know is that I had a boyfriend a few years back who killed himself, and sometimes I see people that look like him, and i almost get… triggered?? Idk how to explain it but i break down. Anyway, we were backstage and I was helping one of the groups carry off their props when, for some reason, I looked out into the audience and I froze. Because in my eyes, there was a man sitting there that looked identical to my dead boyfriend. I started to shake, and I dropped the prop I was holding. Luckily the lights were almost completely out, so the audience could hardly see anything. My friend grabbed me and the prop and dragged me off stage. I got out into the hall next to the theatre and i just stood there, like a deer in headlights. the hall was almost completely empty, and my friend was like “are you alright?” i told her i was fine, and that I just needed a minute. she went back into the theatre to watch the other groups perform. i was alone in the hall now, and everything hit me like a brick. i began to get really dizzy and i started to lean against the wall. every time i closed my eyes, all i saw was that man, and i started to sob. i was shaking and i felt like i was going to die. i was already really anxious about our scene, and i was hitting the wall with my fist because i was kinda mad at myself. my boyfriend had been dead for about a year, and i got so upset with myself when i thought about it because i blamed myself for everything and i felt stupid because he’d been gone for so long. my knuckles started to bleed and thats when I heard the backstage door shut and I whipped my head around to see A there. I quickly tried to wipe away my tears and pretend like I was fine. He looked at me, and the rest went as such:

A: “M? What’s the matter? Why are you crying? Are you okay?” Me: “Yeah, I’m fine. Totally fine. Peachy. I’m great.”

I laughed and I wiped more tears from my eyes, but the salt started to sting my bleeding knuckles. I hissed in pain, and his eyes widened. He grabbed my hand.

A: “M? What… Why are your knuckles bleeding? You’re- You’re crying. You’re obviously not alright.”

I laughed again, shaking my head.

Me: “No. I’m fine.” A: “Your knuckles are bleeding. You are NOT fine. Please. Tell me. What’s going on?”

I took a deep breath, and I heard the other door open. The other group must’ve been finished with their scene. Some of the other kids began filing out and I tried to make it look like I hadn’t been crying.

“Excuse me?” I heard someone ask.

A and I both turned around. And lo, and behold. That man. was right there. I dont know his name. i know nothing about him. but he was a spitting image of my boyfriend. “Do you know when (name of my classmate) is performing her scene? She’s my younger sister, and I’ve got to get home soon, but I don’t want to miss it.” He informed us.

I turned around again, trying not to freak out while A told him that they would be on stage soon. The man went back into the theatre, along with my classmates. I was choking back tears and A must’ve noticed. A: “M? Are you sure you’re okay? You look like a deer in headlights.” Me: “Who is he? I- I don’t want to see him again, he looks like- like-” At this point in time, I couldn’t hold much back. I began to cry all over again and A sat me down against the wall. I told him everything. I told him about my boyfriend, the suicide, my anxiety, how I was so scared to get on stage, and that I couldn’t handle seeing that man. I told him all of it. When I was done, he reached for his shirt collar and pulled out a locket. He opened it, showing it to me. A: “Do you see her?” There was a young woman in the photo with A, and they were both laughing.

Me: “She’s pretty. Who is she?” A: “My sister. She passed away from CF when I was 16. I wear this locket to remind me of her and how she was one of the only people who believed in me, especially when no one else did. Everyday, it keeps me strong, and reminds me that I can go through hard things and make it out alright in the end. Now, I want you to listen closely. First of all, your boyfriend’s suicide was NOT your fault, okay? No matter what. It was his decision, and I know that he wouldn’t want you to spend your entire life blaming yourself for something he chose. Second, you have no reason to be scared on stage. I’ve seen you trying so hard to get your lines memorised and become this character. You’re such an amazing actress and you’ve no reason to feel uneasy. Stage fright is hard. It really is.” He grabbed my hands at this point. “But you are AMAZING. And you are going to be so wonderful up there on stage. I have faith in you M.”

I swallowed, and nodded, wiping my eyes. He stood up, and helped me stand up. A: “Now c’mon. Let’s go see if we can find some bandaids for your hands.” We both went to the classroom, found some bandaids and cleaned off my hands. When it came time for our scene, he wished me good luck. For once, I felt confident. I felt like I was alright. After the entire show was over, we were cleaning up the stage. My friends were waiting outside for me by my car and I went over to A. He set down the prop he was holding and turned to me, smiling. A: “You were great! I told you that you could do it!” Me: “Thanks A. I just wanted to let you know that tonight meant a lot to me. I was really upset and anxious, but you made me feel a lot better. You’re a great teacher, and I’m so glad that you’re with us.” He smiled really big. A: “Thanks M. That means a lot to me. You have a lot of potential, and I love talking with you. Have a good night.” I bid him farewell, and since then? Things have been different. We’re… friends, I suppose. We talk after class more often, we have intellectual discussions over email, we share an emotional bond. I guess that’s when I really realised I was basically in love with him. He’s one of the only people in my life who I can feel completely comfortable around, someone that I trust with basically everything. He makes me feel special and of worth, and I know it all sounds so silly, but I really adore him. Thanks for reading this whole big long post, i guess

i really like the tcc community to be honest, even though im remotely new to it. a lot of people seem really cool if you ever want to rant to me or just talk, im here to listen!

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actualbird · 7 years

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(wc: 1.5k. sorta sequel to this. michael teaches jeremy more filipino, listens to music, and has a bad day but it’s okay. sappy fluff. pining. oh god pining. bye.)

Michael doesn’t really have a taste music so much as erratic collection of songs and albums he just so happened to get obsessed with. His phone on shuffle has been described as an experience. There was the one week where only soundtracks of 1st gen and 2nd gen Pokemon blasted from his headphones. For three days he only listened Dreams by Fleetwood Mac over and over again. There was Electroswing Saturday, which lasted for a solid month. Last time he and Jeremy got stoned, Michael cried to the lyrics of MacArthur Park.

(“He left the cake out in the rain, dude,” Michael says, high off his bat and overcome with so many emotions he can’t name a single one. “It took so long to make it, Jeremy.”

“I know, it’s okay,” Jeremy pats his head, giggling. Richard Harris croons in the background on tinny speakers. “Shit happens.”

“It took so long the bake it, Jeremy.”

“So long.”

“And he’ll never get that recipe again!” He says over Jeremy’s cackles.)

Today, he finds himself in music limbo, clicking aimlessly on Spotify like a desert wanderer looking for an oasis of kicking jams. After maybe an twenty minutes of impatiently skipping past every random song that didn’t catch his attention, he finally stops on a song.

The first thing that gets him is that the lyrics are in Filipino. Lahat ng hassle ay nawawala. Then the beat comes on, his foot tapping along to it. By the time the chorus hits, Michael knows he’s got another Dreams by Fleetwood Mac situation on his hands. He sets the song on repeat, puts his headphones on, and goes to school.

It takes maybe three more listens for his bilingual ass to actually parse out the lyrics, and by that point, he’s humming along to it in the hallway. By the time it’s lunch, Michael’s singing to it and dance-walking through crowds of students who wordlessly part for Anti-Social Headphones Kid.

“Wala na tayong, mga problema,” he sings, skidding into the cafetorium, eyes scanning around for his favorite lanky boy. Michael finds him sitting at their table eating a fruit cup. “Tanggal lahat ng ating tinik sa dibdib.”

“Michael!” Jeremy greets. Michael doesn’t remove his headphones or stop the song, but he does crank the volume lower so he can hear his best friend. “You look happy. Is it a Marley day?”

“Nah, man, but I did find a great song which I’m gonna listen to on repeat until I get tired of how awesome it is,” Michael says. He slings an arm around Jeremy and sings the soft lyrics still playing “At sa mali mo’y, may liquid paper. Sa—” Oh fuck, wait. “—love life mong panis, control alt delete.”

“Oh, cool, it’s in Filipino.” Jeremy says, no doubt recounting the tangina incident. “What’d those lyrics mean?”

“’For your mistakes, there’s liquid paper. For your, uh, spoiled love life, control alt delete.’” He translates, ruffling Jeremy’s hair. “It’s a great song. Ayuz by Rico Blanco.”

“Awesome, I’ll listen to it later. Speaking of, do you wanna come over after school?” Jeremy asks.

“Don’t you have like, this big trig test tomorrow?” Michael grabs Jeremy’s wrist, stealing a spoonful of fruit.

Jeremy shoves him away, Michael happily snickering. “Yeah, I do but it’s not like studying for one night will actually help. Thought I’d just kick back instead. Is that a yes?”

“When have I ever said no?” he says, met with Jeremy’s stupid dumb gentle smile.

God.

Lunch passes uneventfully, mostly with Michael just rattling off the cool shit he watched on Discovery last night, Jeremy nodding along, asking questions here and there. They part when the bell rings, off to their last few periods.

That’s when Michael’s day goes not so great.

Something is up with his usual chair in class so that it creaks awfully with every move. This wouldn’t have been a problem if he sat still, but Michael hasn’t been still since he was an egg cell. He’s pretty sure it’s physically impossible for somebody to sit and not bounce their leg up and down, but with every move, the chair creaks obnoxiously. With every sound, he gets dirty looks from other students, which just makes Michael more anxious, which makes him bounce his leg more. It’s an ouroboros cycle of nervousness that feels like it lasts forever.

It’s stupid, it’s so stupid, but the whole thing gets him so on edge he can’t focus on anything for the rest of his classes. Every sound is a screech, every voice a yell. Michael can’t put his headphones on during class, so he settles for wearing his hood, but there’s only so much that can do. When class lets out, he scrambles to get his headphones on and lets Rico Blanco tune everything out. Wala na tayong mga problema. We don’t have any more problems, god, if only.

By the time he meets Jeremy over where he parked his car, he’s pretty sure he looks like shit.

“Whoa, dude, you look like shit,” Jeremy says. Sensory overload be damned, he lowers the volume of his music. Jeremy’s voice never feels like too much for Michael. “What happened?”

“Noisy chair. It’s whatever,” he waves it off, pasting a smile on his face. “Come on.”

He and Jeremy get into his car and Michael tries his best to shake off the uneasiness crawling inside him. Ayus na, ayus na, ayus na, plays in his ears softly. Everything is fine. Deep breaths. Everything is fine. Start the goddamn car and drive. Just—

“Michael,” Jeremy says, hand hovering over Michael’s arm, unsure to reach out.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m just zoning out—”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just a little dangerous to drive with headphones on, right?” Jeremy says. He’s holding out the aux cord. “Why don’t you just play your music here?”

“Right,” he pulls his headphones down and plugs his phone in. “It’s only going to be this one song over and over again for the whole drive, so I hope you don’t mind.”

“Dude, if I didn’t mind Dreams for three days I don’t think I’ll mind this for a drive,” he laughs, the song begins to play, The combination of familiarity calms him down enough to actually start driving.

Michael hums along, and out of the corner of his eye, he can see Jeremy nodding his head along to the beat adorably.

Wala na tayong mga problema. Tanggal lahat ng ating tinik sa dibdib—

“What did that mean?” Jeremy asks.

“Uhhhh,” Michael rifles through rough equivalents. “’We don’t have anymore problems. The thorns in our chest have been removed.’ Or something like that.”

“Cool,” Jeremy smiles. Then he puts the windows down.

“What’re you doing?” He asks.

“Letting everybody else hear the song,” Jeremy shrugs. “It’s nice.”

Finally realizing that Jeremy is trying his awkward best to try and make Michael feel better, whatever uneasiness in left inside him fades away, replaced instead with a big, awful, mushy love for his best friend.

“Jeremy,” Michael says.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“No problem, dude.” Jeremy says before clumsily mumbling along to lyrics Michael is sure he’s butchering under his breath.

“I can’t even hear you but I know you’re saying it wrong,” Michael laughs.

“Well I’m a better singer, at least!”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffs. Michael belts out the chorus along with the speakers, “Basta’t kasama kita, ayus na, ayus na, ayus naaaa.” Why the fuck is this song so damn fitting, Michael thinks. That big, mushy love bleeds into that other type of love he likes shoving all the way to the back of his mind. “Lahat ng hassle ay mawawala, basta’t kasama kita.”

“Booooooo!” Jeremy heckles.

“Oh, you are so dead when we reach a stoplight.”

“You can’t kill me, we’re going to my house,” he says. “What does the chorus say?”

Michael reaches out to swat at Jeremy, but he expertly dodges. “If you think you can distract me that easily—”

“No, no, seriously. I just wanna know.” And there’s the stoplight.

“Well, it just repeats a lot but it’s basically just,” Michael takes a deep breath. “‘As long as I’m with you, everything’s okay. All the hassles disappear, as long as I’m with you.’”

“Is it?”

“Is what?”

“Is everything okay now?” Jeremy looks at him.

Michael’s had a bad day caused seemingly by nothing, and it’s probably going to bug him later. He went through a few classes without listening to a word, so that’ll also come to bite him in the ass. But he’s in his car listening to a song he’s been listening to on repeat with his best friend who he maybe likes a little bit more than just big, mushy friend love.

— Basta’t kasama kita, ayus na, ayus, na, ayus na.

“Yeah,” Michael says. “It’s all good now.”

(Later, when Michael gets home, he’ll accidentally press the shuffle button on his Spotify and it’ll play him another song. Your Universe by Rico Blanco. It’s in English and he’ll listen to it alone in his bedroom, and think shit. He’ll think fuck.

The song goes: Tell me something, when I'm feelin' tired and afraid, how do you know just what to say to make everything alright?

It goes: I don't think that you even realize the joy you make me feel when I'm inside your universe.

It goes: I’ll always be the lucky one.

Tangina, Michael thinks. Tangina.)

(now an ongoing fic. part 2. part 3. part 4. or read everything on ao3 here.)

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Notes taken during Super Bowl XXXVIII

PREGAME

This is a CBS broadcast. Looks like this recording includes the entire pregame show.

Greg Gumbel and Phil Simms in the booth for CBS. Sounds like the audio from the pregame show is being pumped into the stadium. It's weirdly echoey.

Simms: I hate the cliche about big game players, but (New England DB) Ty Law is a big game player.

Simms: If Bill Belichick is in a tight game in the fourth quarter, he'll hand the ball to Tom Brady and tell him to go win the Super Bowl.

Simms: Panthers look like the Patriots two years ago.

Gumbel: This is just career start #21 for Carolina quarterback Jake Delhomme, who wasn't even drafted out of college.

CBS runs a Panthers season highlight package. Carolina went 1-15 two years ago. Punishing defense, unknown quarterback.

Panthers DE Mike Rucker: Patriots are clicking on all cylinders. Their offense is entirely based on timing. We need to disrupt that timing.

Patriots season highlights. "No stars, just one team." Well...okay. Whatever. If that's really the narrative you want to use.

Patriots WR Troy Brown: It's gonna take our best effort. We're playing a very good football team. We need to put points on the board and not turn it over. It was calm in the locker room. We could feel the energy, but we were calm, said the Lord's Prayer, and came out ready to go.

In honor of the one year anniversary of the loss of the Space Shuttle Columbia, Josh Groban performs his new song "You Lift Me Up". The Columbia incident was particularly traumatic in Houston, where this game is being played.

Groban is wearing a scarf. Indoors. In Gulf Coast Texas. Dude.

I don't think this is lip synched. The guy has a great voice, so the fact that he's nailing it doesn't mean much. If he's lip synching, he's the best ever at it.

Vice Chairman Peter Pace of the Joint Chiefs of Staff escorts Beyonce Knowles to the microphone for the Star Spangled Banner. Notice the surname.

Simms: [Panthers coach] "John Fox, hey, this is not nothing he was ready for." I know those are words and I know they're English, but I have no clue what those words mean in that combination.

Coin toss: Earl Campbell, Ollie Matson, Don Maynard, Mike Singletary, Gene Upshaw, Y.A. Tittle. Six of the 24 Texans in the Hall of Fame. Tittle will actually toss the coin.

Panthers call tails, it's tails. Carolina will receive.

FIRST QUARTER

HE HATE ME! Rod Smart is back to return for the Panthers. YES. Decent enough return, out to the 23.

Gumbel: Delhomme is the second undrafted QB to start a Super Bowl. (Kurt Warner.)

First play is a toss to Stephen Davis for a yard.

Panthers go three and out when Delhomme overthrows Steve Smith on third and short. He had all day to throw but nobody was open.

Great return from Troy Brown. 45 yard kick, 28 yard return into Panthers territory.

First Patriots play, Brady to Branch for 15 or so. After one play, New England is already in field goal range.

Brady to Troy Brown to the Carolina 15. This is easy for him, at least so far.

It stopped being easy. Two incomplete passes and a stuffed draw play later, Adam Vinatieri comes out for what Simms calls a "long" field goal attempt. It's a 36 yarder, Phil. Maybe that's long for a kid in high school. Not for one of the best kickers in the league.

Welp. Wide right. Vinatieri just missed it. Snap and hold looked okay.

This is the first time in six games the Patriots didn't score a touchdown on their first drive.

Another three-and-out for Carolina. Mike Vrabel sacks Delhomme on third down. Todd Sauerbrun to punt.

Another good punt return to midfield. But there's a flag. Holding, receiving team.

Brady looks downfield on first down. The pass hits safety Deon Grant in the hands but falls incomplete.

Armen Keteyian: Troy Brown took a shot to the face and had a bloody nose, but the doctors shoved some cotton in his nostril. A replay shows he took a knee to the nose through his facemask.

Simms: Tom Brady says this is the most complicated defense he's ever faced. The Patriots punt.

Gumbel: Not too long ago, Jake Delhomme was the backup quarterback for Amsterdam in NFL Europe. Simms: Yeah, but who was the starter? Kurt Warner.

Three and out for the Panthers. Delhomme uses some sort of black magic to avoid a 10+ yard sack inside the five. Here's Sauerbrun to punt for the third time in the quarter.

Brown drops a fair catch at midfield. He recovers - crisis averted.

Simms: Patriots' first goal on offense is to stop Panthers' Chris Jenkins.

Third and 3, Patriots run a reverse. Nada. Will Witherspoon gets to the backfield untouched. Troy Brown loses a bunch of yardage. Knocks them out of field goal range and Ken Walter will punt.

The snap bounces to Walter, who gets a good bounce, grabs it, and boots it away. Panthers get it at their 7.

Both teams are 0-for-3 on third down conversions. Delhomme throws incomplete on his fourth third down, but there's a flag on the play. Defensive holding on Ty Law. That's Carolina's first first down of the game.

Simms: You cannot run screen passes against the Patriots. You won't fool them. They recognize screen passes.

Passing yards: New England 43, Carolina -8. Negative eight.

Panthers will punt, with their only first down of the day coming via penalty.

Simms: What are they going to talk about at halftime? "Watch this form tackle!"

An extremely uneventful first quarter ends. No score.

SECOND QUARTER

Third and 1. Mike Vrabel and Richard Seymour, both defensive big guys, line up in New England's jumbo package. Vrabel as a tight end, Seymour as a fullback. Run is stuffed and Walter will punt. Panthers get the ball at their own 37.

Delhomme goes deep on first down and hits Steve Smith in the hands. Missed it by that much. It's just an exciting incomplete pass.

Stop me if you've heard this before: Panthers go three and out. They'll punt.

Patriots complete a pass on third and 2. This is the first third down conversion by either team. There's a flag on the play. It's on the defense and accepted, so I guess technically there still hasn't been a third down conversion.

Total Yards: New England 66, Carolina 0.

Patriots finally putting together a solid drive. Brady to Troy Brown inside the 40. Looked like a first down, but is not. Third and inches.

Quarterback sneak. Did he make it? It'll be close. He did not.

Simms essentially says the Panthers defense is good against third down conversions because they're good at football. He's not the best analyst in the league for nothing, folks.

Antowain Smith stuffed on fourth down. Great, great defensive stand from the Panthers. Wow. Smith got a very generous spot. There is no way he got to the line of scrimmage. Was replay a thing this season? This should be challenged. I guess it is a thing and they are challenging. This seems super-obvious.

Oh, wow, they confirmed the ruling on the field. Carolina got boned.

No idea what the officials saw here. Smith’s body is nowhere near the line and the ball is in his right (back) hand.

Patriots slowly but surely moving down the field. Antowain Smith to the 21 for a first down. Simms talks about the fact that nobody was talking about the Patriots' running game all week, but their best plays have been power runs.

Total yards: New England 103, Carolina 0.

Patriots stall right at the 20. Vinatieri gets another shot to put his team on top. 36 yard field goal attempt. Blocked! Wow! Shane Burton got his big ol' paw to the ball. We're still scoreless.

Gumbel: This is the longest we're ever gone into a Super Bowl scoreless. 5:15 left in the second.

Third down, Mike Vrabel with a strip sack on Delhomme and the Patriots recover. New England gets the ball at the Carolina 20. The Panthers now have, unofficially, -7 total yards.

CBS graphic: Jake Delhomme has lost five fumbles in the last 9 games.

Third and 6, Tom Brady has nobody open and sees the middle of the field part like the Red Sea. Runs for around 10 yards. First and goal.

Yep, that's Tom Brady, all right. A great play fake on first down, then lobs it to Deion Branch, who's behind everybody in the end zone. Three Panthers defenders, presumably yelling "OH SH*T", halfheartedly try to get to Branch before the ball arrives, knowing that isn't going to happen. 7-0 Patriots.

Branch got behind everyone.

Gumbel: One of the things Panthers coach John Fox says he likes about Delhomme is that he doesn't fall apart when things aren't going well. He's able to go out and keep plugging away.

Great kickoff coverage, as He Hate Me is swarmed under at the 10. There are penalty flags everywhere. Gumbel says it's raining yellow, which...I don't think that means what he thinks it means.

Panthers start at their own 5 after the penalties. Delhomme just barely misses Steve Smith going deep on first down. Great play by DB Tyrone Poole.

Delhomme: 1-9, 1 yard.

Gumbel: Carolina's longest play of the day is a five-yard run.

On a third down at their own 10, the Panthers' Ricky Proehl makes a great juggling, falling catch as he gets sandwiched by two Patriots. That gets us to the two-minute warning, then on the first play after the break, Delhomme finds Muhsin Muhammad on an intermediate route. 23 yard pass out to the Carolina 45. Panthers putting something together.

Now Delhomme downfield to Proehl again, into New England territory. 1st and 10 from the New England 39. Delhomme is in his rhythm now.

Second down, Delhomme just barely misses Muhammad at the 20. A matter of an inch or two. Third and 10, Panthers barely out of realistic field goal range.

The field goal will be unnecessary. Delhomme lofts a beautiful pass down the left sideline to Steve Smith. Smith grabs it inside the 5 and gets into the end zone. Suddenly, completely out of nowhere, it's a tie game. 7-7, 1:07 left in the half.

Got it.

Gumbel: That 95-yard TD drive is the second-longest in Super Bowl history. The Bears had a 96-yard drive in Super Bowl XX.

I've seen this game before but don't specifically remember this drive. All I know is that giving Tom Brady a challenge like "you have one minute to go 80 yards" is right in his wheelhouse.

Yep. Brady rolls, buys a bit of time, and hits Deion Branch down the middle of the field for a 52-yard gain. Tom Brady gonna Tom Brady. Patriots in business here with 0:37 left in the half.

Total yards: Panthers 88, Deion Branch 88

Now Brady to Givens at the Carolina 5. Brady calls timeout. 0:23 left. Not quite a first down. On 3rd and 1, with 0:23 left, you'd think this will be a pass. If you run it, you won't have time to get the kicker onto the field.

What were the Panthers doing? They bit hard on a play fake and left David Givens open for a touchdown. Brady, being Tom Brady, throws a perfect pass to him. Why did the defense think it could be a run? That's crazy. Anyway, it's 14-7 New England with 0:18 left before halftime.

Wide open because everybody inexplicably bit on a play fake.

Squib kick, Panthers return it to their own 47. Simms expresses his hatred for the squib kickoff. I'm completely on Team Simms when it comes to this. That's a dumb play for a great coach to call.

Panthers run a draw play and Stephen Davis rips off a chunk of 21 yards to the New England 32. Simms, again, talks about hating the squib kick. He's still right. John Kasay comes on to try a 50 yard field goal on the last play of the half. Got it. New England gave away three points. It's 14-10 Patriots at the half.

HALFTIME

Simms: Both teams expected the beginning to be disjointed and just wanted to hang in there until they settled down.

Bonnie Bernstein: John Fox was pleased with his defense and special teams, that Delhomme had the jitters at the beginning of the game.

Armen Keteyian: Patriots offensive coordinator talked about the importance of pass blocking and giving Brady time to make plays. Also, Vinatieri has changed his cleats on his plant foot to give himself better grip and stability when kicking.

We have a streaker as the teams line up for the second half. Simms describes it as a "bad body" and "too much of it".

THIRD QUARTER

Patriots will receive the kick. Decent return to the 25.

New England goes three and out. Ken Walter will punt. Takes a Panther roll to the Carolina 42.

Second play of the Carolina drive, Stephen Davis makes something out of nothing and bursts into New England territory, but it's called back. Holding. It's now 2nd and 18.

Jermaine Wiggins! Delhomme with a little dink pass to the tight end, who bounces off one tackler, then hurdles another. Great athleticism. First down, Panthers.

Big break for the Panthers. Muhsin Muhammad catches the ball and takes a couple steps before getting popped. Probably should have been ruled a fumble, but it's whistled dead. Incomplete pass.

That’s a fumble. Should have been, anyway.

Panthers stall just outside field goal range. They'll punt on 4th and 40 from the New England 40. Fair catch at the 9.

Patriots get out of the shadow of their own end zone. Brady to Faulk for a first down to the 22.

New England is unable to come up with another first down and will punt from their own 32. Steve Smith returns the ball to his own 20, but there's a flag on the play. Panthers will start from their own 10.

Three and out. Delhomme sacked at his 14. Looks like he fumbled, but it came out as he hit the ground, so he was down by contact. Sauerbrun will punt. A good punt and a holding penalty on the receiving team give the Patriots the ball at their own 29.

That is not a fumble.

First play, Brady to Branch. First down at the New England 45. Patriots running five-wide here.

Third and 1, Patriots go to their jumbo package with Vrabel and Seymour on offense. Antowain Smith powers forward to the Carolina 40.

Another great play-fake from Brady sucks in the linebackers and opens up a ton of real estate to Daniel Graham. He takes it inside the 10. First and goal.

The third quarter runs out one play later, after Antowain Smith gains a few yards.

14-10 Patriots after 3.

FOURTH QUARTER

Second down, Brady has all day to throw and Gumbel calls it a touchdown before the ball even gets to tight end Christian Fauria. It is not - Fauria lands out of bounds - but there's a defensive holding penalty. First and goal. Brady wants a replay on the play, which...fine, I guess, but Fauria was obviously out of bounds.

Not close.

The Patriots don't challenge the out of bounds call and it works out perfectly for them. They don't waste a timeout and Antowain Smith gets into the end zone on the next play. 21-10 New England.

Panthers not going to the hurry-up, but they certainly aren't going slowly. Delhomme to Muhammad for 10 yards or so on the first play of the ensuing drive.

Wow! Delhomme rolls left, buys time, doesn't have much, and throws it up for Steve Smith to go get it. And that Smith does. A super catch out near midfield.

Go up and grab it, Steve. You got this.

They do it again a couple plays later. 22 more yards.

Oh, a spectacular run from DeShaun Foster. It looks like he's stopped in the backfield, finds a seam, cuts upfield, looks like he's going to get tackled again, and he squirts through and breaks free for a touchdown. 21-16 and the Panthers are going for 2. Phil Simms hates this call and, frankly, I sort of agree with him.

DeShaun stylin’.

Incomplete pass on the two-point conversion. Drives me crazy when coaches unnecessarily chase points. I know what Fox was thinking, but it's too early for that. 21-16, 12:32 left.

Patriots doing classic Belichick/Brady stuff. Moving down the field after the opponent scores, chewing some clock and putting themselves in position to answer.

Huge run from Kevin Faulk. Rips off a chunk of 20+ yards. First and goal. Patriots up 5, clock ticking, down below 8:00.

I’m the slowest person on earth and could have gained a few yards with this kind of hole.

Big, big play. Brady picked off in the end zone on third down. He just doesn't do that. But he did that time. Reggie Howard grabs it and the Panthers dodge a bullet. 7:38 left in the fourth.

Reg-gie! Reg-gie!

Simms: The one thing Carolina has to do on this drive is change field position. Maybe they don't have to score here, but they have to move downfield.

They didn't have to score, but they chose to. Delhomme buys time and goes deep left to Muhsin Muhammad. An absolutely perfect throw and Muhammad is GONE. 22-21 Panthers and they'll go for two.

That was a record for longest pass completion in a Super Bowl. 85 yards, Delhomme to Muhammad.

Another failed two-point conversion. They really should have kicked the extra points. Simms says, essentially, that he's not going to say he told you so, but that he told you so.

This is the first time in eight games the Patriots have trailed.

Brady doing Brady things. A slow, methodical, calm drive gets them to midfield with 5:00 left.

Panthers blitz and it comes back to bite them. Brady rolls and throws a strike to a wide open David Givens inside the Carolina 25.

Second and 9, this time a blitz works. Brady throws as he's hit and the pass hits an offensive lineman. "Illegal touching" is the call, but the penalty is declined.

Next play, Brady rolls, has plenty of time, and finds David Givens on an out-and-up pattern. First and goal for New England inside the 5. 3:30 left.

Second and goal, Brady with a play fake, throws a touchdown to...Mike Vrabel?!? The linebacker and occasional tight end comes across the middle for a score. 27-22 Patriots. I assume they'll go for two. 2:51 left on the clock.

They covered the running backs and receivers, but nobody covered the linebacker.

They do go for two. Kevin Faulk with a direct snap, runs it up the gut for two. It's 29-22 Patriots with less than 3:00 on the clock.

Good kickoff return to the Carolina 37. Two flags down. One of the flags is picked up - no foul - but the other is holding against the Panthers. They'll start at their 20.

Swing pass to Foster, handoff to Foster. Panthers to their own 36 as we approach the two minute warning. They snap it with 2:01 and Delhomme with a nice pass downfield to Muhammad at the New England 45. Two minute warning.

Delhomme is on fire now. Rifles one down the seam to Ricky Proehl. First and 10 from the Patriots' 15. Panthers call a timeout with 1:43 left. That's their first timeout.

Perfect seam route and throw.

Patriots star DB Rodney Harrison is injured and out for the game. Immediately after we see him head off to the locker room, Delhomme beats a blitz and makes a perfect throw to Proehl for the score. It's 29-all with 1:08 left. Cue the stats about zero overtime Super Bowls.

Kasay blasts the kickoff out of bounds. Big mistake. New England gets the ball at their own 40. 1:08 left, three timeouts, 30 yards or so from field goal range.

Brady to Troy Brown, first down to the Carolina 47. Timeout, Patriots. 0:51 left.

Brady throws back shoulder to Brown inside the 30, but it's coming back. Offensive pass interference on Brown. He pushed off.

Oh, man, great catch from Brown to make up for the penalty. Gets to the Carolina 44. 0:30 left, clock ticking. Now Brady to Daniel Graham at the 40. 0:14 left. Doesn't seem like they're quite in field goal range.

Welp.

Simms: If I'm the Panthers, I do not blitz here. Sit back, allow a short completion if you have to, and force Vinatieri to make a very long field goal.

They don't blitz. Brady has all day and finds a wide-open Deion Branch inside the 25. Great throw. Patriots call a time out with 0:09 left.

So here's Adam Vinatieri. He's 0-for-2 today. A 41 yarder for, presumably, a Super Bowl championship.

Panthers call a timeout. Might as well. You can't take 'em with you.

Right down the middle. Patriots 32, Panthers 29. 0:04 left. This, right here, is where it's okay to squib a kickoff.

Welp.

They kick it deep to He Hate Me, who's tackled at the 20. Game over, man. 32-29 final. Terrific Super Bowl.

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Pride Month Writing Prompts 2/30: Rainbow (Sherbet)

Fandoms: Original Work (my second finished book); Dissonance

Relationship: Gay Gang/ Blake Enos X Pudgy!Austin Floros (main)

Notes: So, I don’t care if they are original characters, these books (all four) are my life. SO, the characters that actually matter are: Christopher Richrdson (aka Kit) super gay 1st violin , Jillian Fox hidden lesbian 2nd Cellist, Kashi Misra a damn good pan saxophonist, and Patrick Delaney another hella gay mad percussionist

More notes: Blake Enos is a super sweet guy that faces alot of insecurity because of extreme pressure from his very conservative controlling parents. Austin has been through shit and back, not that he would ever tell anyone. With the lose of his twin sister, after being drugged and raped, to suicide, his parents abandonment of him, and his extreme weight gain and insecurities towards it, he puts people first and has acquired a knack for reading people almost too well

TW: alcoholism implied, anxiety, body insecurities

Prompt: Rainbow

Pov: 3rd person

Blake had been pretty much sure, his entire life, that since he busted out of the womb, he was hella....hella gay.

His older brother Jake, unfortunate naming on his parents part, had come out as bisexual and non-binary, when Blake was like six. And man did his bigotted conservative, closed minded parents hate it. Needless to say, Jake Enos dyed his hair like the bi flag, threw away all the clothes Dad made him where, and drew dicks all over him, in blue, pink and purple pen. Blake looked up to him after that. That as until they kicked him out

But, despite how confident his brother was, Blake knew that if he ever admitted his attraction to guys, either his parents would drown their disappointment in alcohol or disown him as well.

So, he took up preforming. Both as a career and in life. He dated girls to the point that he had a rather “slutty” reputation, he messed around and even when he graduated and moved to Washington for college, he still couldn't let go of his persona.

That was until he met the Washington International Orchestra, by far the gayest tight knit community he had ever encountered. They had every flavor on the queer spectrum. Gay, Bi, Pan, Aro, Ace, Trans and every combo in between.

The lot of them practiced often, hung out frequently, and when the time came they traveled the world preforming. Blake never had felt more comfortable with himself, but even though all his friends asked about his identification and orientation, he just smiled and insisted he was cis, straight and happy.

It was a knife to the gut.

But, of all of his friends, one always caught. That kid was Austin Floros, youngest of the orchestra, 3rd trumpet and beyond lovable. He knew and Blake knew he did.

It wasn’t till a month later did Austin corner him after practice and confirm he did. Blake never forgot how much it hurt to have his disguise get ripped off, how it stung to cry about something, he thought he had convince himself, he was content with. He dreamed he could be like his friends, like his brother, be something stronger than whatever he was.

He may have hated the world, but he didn't hate what Austin did next. A simple, straight on the lips kiss. He was careful not to push Blake too far, but after so many years, The Great Straight Enos, broke.

Two weeks later, it was middle of June and the gang all met up at a gelato shop in Seattle. Austin had showed up at Blake’s apartment.

“You’re telling them today.”

“What?”

Austin crossed his chubby mocha colored arms, “You are telling them one of two things, you’re not straight, or you’re dating me.”

“What? no.”

“Blake what is wrong about them knowing?”

He didn’t want to admit he knew he couldn’t be confident with his friend or that he couldn't compare to Jake.

“B, you know they won’t judge you, considering they are all super gay.”

Blake could feel his chest constrict, as panic spiked, “I....can’t”

His boyfriend sighed and dragged Blake to the love seat he loved to play his clarinet in. Blake sat down and Austin nestled in his lap, like he loved. Austin was super snugly and comfortable, though he hated to admit it was because he was a nearly 200 pound 5 foot 4 kid.

“You know I love you, B. I just want you to be happy and confident, with the fact you aren’t what your parents forced you to be.”

Blake started tearing up, and rested in the depths of Austin’s thick bouncy curled hair.

“But, what if my parents found out?”

“Where you ever close to them anyway? Did they ever help you? No you became this amazing thing by yourself. You decided to give me a chance even though you were so scared.”

“But...”

“Blake.” Austin looked his terrified boyfriend in the eyes, milky chocolate glaring at pale blue glistening irises. “If you ever want to get past this, the first step if to confide in the people you trust. you did it with me, can’t you do it with them?”

Blake, knew that none of his friends would care, heck they would probably love it. Austin was right, if he wanted break out the grips of parents who didn’t give him the chance to be himself, he had to start embracing what he was.

“Only if you hold my hand.”

Austin rests his forhead in his dorky boy’s forehead and laughs in his breathy way and Blake takes advantage to kiss Austin’s nose.

“Will you always be my Hispanic Marshmallow?

“Not if you don’t tell people I’m yours.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“Ey! There’s the great Enos. With his flower.” Patrick yells out the second the rest of the the orchestra gang gets to gelato spot in the heart of Seattle.

Kashi jumps up to hug them, but stops, looking at Blake gripping Austin’s hand. He looked ready to explode while Austin just smirked content with his friends shocked looks.

Kit was the first to say something, “So are you going to say something continue imploding?”

Blake snapped to attention and glanced at Austin who was already looking at him.

“I.....uh....well, I”

Austin squeezed his hand for some strange reason, Blake broke composure.

“I’M GAY. I’M SUPER GAY AND I’VE BEEN LYING. i’M NOT STRAIGHT, I’M BORDERLINE NEUTRAL AND I’M NOT HAPPY AND I’M DATING AUSTIN!”

Blake’s mouth snapped closed and he covered it like he had just said something offensive or racist.

His friends just stared at him, and Kashi squealed, “YEEEEEEES!”

JIllian grabbed her hand and all of Blake’s friends started babbling about me being gay and to top it off he was dating Austin.

Blake turned to his now announced boyfriend, “What?”

He’s beaming his round chubby cheeks a pinkish color underneath the coffee tone.

Blake looks back at his friends and shouts, “Wait, what? Seriously, what is going on?”

Patrick and Kit busted out laughing, and Patrick wiped a tear from his eye, “Dude, we have been waiting for this moment, none of us believe you were straight. The look in your eyes every time we asked you. Why do you think we kept asking you?”

Kashi was essentially fangirling and Jillian was trying keep her calm.

“So, you guys knew?”

Kit smiled, “Suspected more like it. Glad you convinced him Austin. I can’t wait to tell Alex and James.”

Austin had wrapped his arms around his boyfriends waist. “Sorry I didn’t tell you.”

And for once, Blake didn’t care. He wasn’t afraid. what happened was over. He swung his officially out boyfriend around with inhuman adrenaline fueled strength and smiled.

“Thank you.”

He kissed him like he needed it to survive and his friends cheered.

“Yay! Now comes the surprise. Jerimiah! Your month special please!” Kit called out. In minutes 6 servings of rainbow gelato was served to each one of them.

Kashi nudges Austin who was sitting his B’s lap, “You said you’d give a toast.”

“Right, right. ahem. To being scared, to being forced to be something you hate and finding out you can be more, to being lost and then found by people who you love. A toast to the Gay Gang! Happy Pride Month guys!”

And as everyone cheered, Blake laughed and finally felt he was something more than the mess he was.

He couldn’t remember, what he was so scared about, and though it didn’t matter anymore. He was glad he was. Because he never would be here with the people who mattered most to him. And that was enough.

#original work #gay #nothing super special #pride prompt month

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