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doctorspencereid · 3 years

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Loving a Ghost

Pairing: Suna Rintarō x reader

Warnings: angst and swearing, that’s about it

Word count: 4.6k

Songs to listen to: moon n sun by juneyear, like real people do by hozier, and mr.loverman by ricky mongomery.

A/N: Let me know if you guys want more this kind of thing? I haven’t written in ages, but Suna brainrot killed me and I’m an angsty mf

Part 2

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Looking back, you should’ve been prepared. Suna Rintarō had been a constant in your life from your first year of Inarizaki. You’d made easy friends with him, finding comfort in his casual, quiet nature. Him finding solace in your easy moods and malleable temper.

If it was rainy and dark, he’d likely be with you in your car; the heat blasted and his phone connected to the blue tooth while one of his many playlists lilted over your car stereo.

Warm summer nights were in your room too, the only light coming from the LED’s against the ceiling, illuminating the room in a wash of whatever color fit the mood Suna was in that day; usually purple. Winters were at his place, when he was too frigid to crawl from under the blankets and he’d just call you to ask if you wanted to provide some company for the withdrawn middle blocker. You’d swallow your excitement and always agree with some laid back voice that didn’t portray the way your nerves were igniting with joy, jumping at any opportunity to spend time with him.

The night that your feelings for him became clear to you was in your second year. The both of you bathed in the dim glow of the purple lights of your bedroom. Some movie droned in the background, only there to provide some noise to filter off the silence. He had slid off your bed and nuzzled on the floor, his too large hoodie swallowing his lanky frame. You lazed across the comforter, on your phone and occasionally peering at the boy you’d come to call a good friend. As if sensing your eyes on him, he craned his neck back to peer at you, curiosity bubbling in those amber eyes, his eyebrows perked in a silent question.

Maybe it was the way that the lights casted shadows on his sharp features, or the way that his eyes seemed to glow, but the way that Suna Rintarō looked at you made the air in your lungs freeze. Your lips parted, silence engulfing the two of you for a brief moment while you basked in the languid fragility that was Suna’s beauty. Had he always been this beautiful? Heartbreakingly beautiful and intoxicating to look at.. oh my god. He broke the moment first, brows dipping quizzically.

“Hm?” Suna hummed, angling his torso to peer at your more clearly, incidentally shifting closer. You were immensely grateful for the low light that hid the way your cheeks had surely turned scarlet. A cough cleared your throat and you shrugged, peering down at your blanket, picking at the pattern idly.

“Are you staying the night or heading out? It’s almost eleven.” You spoke casually, hoping that your sudden awareness of Rintarō’s beauty hadn’t impacted your ability to speak too much. He darted his attention to his phone, surprise etched on his traditionally nonplussed features.

“Shit! Already?” He hissed, “Fuck. Can you drive me home?”

His eyes were pleading when they glanced back to you. Your heart hammered at the way they seemed to engulf you, looking at you with necessity. A smile spread at over your lips, “Of course.”

You clambered off the bed, stretching a little while you waited for him to stand and collect his things. A satisfying pop in your back forced you let out a contented sigh, relaxing in your posture you peered at Suna, who had yet to move. He looked at you with the hint of a pout and extended his arms out to you limply. With a snort, you reached out, sliding your palms into his to guide him to his feet. The feel of his hands against yours was something you tried to ignore, but it was impossible.

The drive to his house was short. In truth, Suna didn’t live too far, but walking in the cold night was something he hated doing. And why would he when he knew that all he had to do was ask and you were ready with your keys? You parked the car outside his house, shifting to face him with a signature half smile. “Don’t get caught, alright?” You told him with a short snicker. He rolled his eyes.

“When have I ever been caught?” And with that he was gone.

You pined after Suna in silence for months, nearing the end of your second year before the day came that Suna realized that you liked him. Though whether or not a piece of him had always known was up for debate. You were in the car, pulled over on the curb of some apartment complex that neither of you knew. The only light was a nearby lamppost that did little in the way of actually allowing either of you any visibility. The car was filled with the aroma of fast food. It was late, and Suna had invited you to sleep over. Only, around three a.m. he realized he was hungry and asked you to drive him to go get something. You obliged almost immediately, like he knew you would, and here the two of you were. Suna, indulging in fries that were slathered in such an ungodly amount of sauce that it might as well be a war crime, and you lazily sipping at what was left of your soda. Looking back now, if you tried to remember what exactly he said, you wouldn’t be able to - but whatever it was, it had you choking on your soda with such heavy laughter.

Suna had always found your laugh to be hilarious, but that coupled with your choking fit had him cackling. So much so that he missed his mouth with the fry he was trying to eat and got some of his abomination on his cheek. He reached over to clap his hand on your back, trying to get you to return to normal breathing, all while dying of laughter himself.

“You idiot!” He managed in between chuckles, “If you die, I have no way of getting home.”

Your eyes widened in mock horror at the suggestion, shaking your head while trying to get your laughter under control. You coughed a few times before finally forcing out some gravelly response, “Oh, glad to know my death would be inconvenient for you only because you can’t drive!” You fell back against your seat, slapping a hand against your chest, deep breaths still heaving out of you from your near death experience, “Not like I’m your friend or anything. That hurts, Suna.”

The volleyball player rolled his eyes at you, snorting and shovelling down another fry. “I can drive - but why would I when I have a personal chauffeur?” He jested, nudging your ribcage with his elbow. A scoff flew past your lips as a response, but that was all you said before taking another sip from your straw.

A comfortable silence settled in as Suna ate, his music echoing quietly in the speakers, a soft level. Upon finishing, he set his food down and turned to look at you. He almost seemed expectant. You eyed him from the corner of your vision, realizing he was facing you. Still high off humor, you turned quickly to stare back, chin resting in the palm of your hand. It was only when you turned did you realize how close the two of you were. The now familiar feeling of your heart slamming against your chest returned. Fuck. You could smell the residual wafts of his detergent from this close. Looking at him from this close you could see the sauce he had yet to wipe off from his cheek. Carefully, you reached out with your thumb, swiping the sauce off his cheek gingerly. The feel of his skin beneath your touch burned at your fingers.

Suna’s lips parted in shock, and you could see the surprise in his eyes. The way you looked at him, like he was the world. The warmth radiating off you and the color of your cheeks. Fuck, he could practically hear your heart beating a million miles an hour. Did he like you back? You were fun to be around, and he liked spending time with you. You were always there for him, even when he didn’t ask you to be. He didn’t know. That was the minute Suna knew he had you whipped. Unfortunately for you, Suna was not good with emotional moments and instead of simply backing away, chose that moment to burp - right in your face.

You threw yourself back, face scrunched in disgust as you swatted at him. “Ughhh! You are so fucking gross, Suna!” You whined, covering your face with your hands as if to erase the moment from your memory. Suna chuckled half heartedly, sinking back into his seat. A hesitant tension still lingered even though the moment was broken. He shrugged, resting one arm behind his back.

“Maybe, but you love me anyways.”

Yeah, you did.

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The day your prayers were answered was near the start of your third year. The day you began dating Suna Rintarō. You’d decided to become a manager for Inzarizaki at the start of your third year, at the behest of the twins. With Kita gone, they needed someone to rangle the team in - and though you were hardly the one for the job, you figured there was nothing to lose in spending a few extra hours with your friends.

What you didn’t realize was that the twins had ulterior motives. During the time between second and third year, they’d come to realize that a certain someone had grown rather affectionate with their dear middle blocker. And Atsumu being Atsumu, suggested that a little meddling couldn’t hurt. Osamu figured that Suna liked you back, so what was the harm in setting the both of you up? No harm, no foul.

They’d bided their time carefully, peppering their plan into the first three weeks of third year. Both of them taking their turns in stealing your attention from Suna. Though Atsumu figured it would seem less like a joke if Osamu took more of the action. So he did. For weeks, the gray haired boy would flirt idly and chat you up in Suna’s line of sight. They hoped to invoke some reaction from their friend, to no avail. Save for the occasional eyebrow lift or eye roll, Suna didn’t offer much in ways of jealousy.

Until week four.

Suna had asked if you wanted to catch lunch with him that Friday after practice, like you guys often would. Unfortunately, the twins had caught on to this pre-weekend ritual and decided a little intervention was necessary. Osamu had begged you for help with a subject he claimed to be no good at. Being a good friend, you obliged with a smile - and as team manager, you needed to ensure these boys kept their grades up if they were going to be eligible to play. However, the only time Osamu could study just so happened to be that Friday after practice. So you’d declined Suna’s offer regretfully, and rather vaguely if he was being honest.

While he wasn’t owed an explanation, he was certainly curious as to what had come up that led you to cancel. So he watched you during that practice, keeping his precise stare on you in between plays. As manager, you were distracted by the game and didn’t have a chance to spare him a glance. Huh. It wasn’t until after practice however that everything clicked together. Instead of approaching him like you usually did, you sauntered over to Osamu with a sheepish smile. The way it softly turned up the corner of your lips made his stomach churn. Something in him burned. Like angry vomit or something.

He watched as you linked arms with ‘Samu, ‘Tsumu laughing on the other side of you. This was ridiculous. You were all friends. You always laughed with them. This wasn’t weird to see. So then why did it hurt so fucking much? He was so used to you doting on him. Even in a room full of people, he was still the center of your universe, Even in a group of friends, you were always making sure that he knew he was seen. But here you were, avoiding his eyes and walking out the gym doors with the miya twins in tow. Your arms linked with one of his best fucking friends. Why the fuck did it hurt?

He couldn’t sleep. Suna stared at his ceiling and imagined shapes in the texture. It was past midnight and he knew that you weren’t with Osamu anymore. But calling you felt difficult. What if you were asleep? Or maybe you were still hanging out with the twins. Fuck that. Suna reached for his phone, finding your contact at the top of his list and calling immediately. He waited for your answer, but it never came. Voicemail. You didn’t call back. And he didn’t sleep.

At nearly noon he was awoken from the lightest of sleeps by a call. Your call. If he was less upset then he might’ve been embarrassed by how quickly he answered your call.

“Hey,” he said quickly, sounding breathless. He was. This time his heart was hurting and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like the air in his lungs was ripped out. Fuck. Was this how you felt all the time? It sucked ass.

“Hey, Suna - sorry I didn’t answer last night. Osamu left late last night and I kind of crashed immediately.” You explained, and he could practically hear your smile. It twisted his heart. “Was there something you needed?”

You, he thought, I needed you.

“ I uh,” he stammered, “Can we hang out today? If you’re not busy?” Don’t be busy.

“Yeah of course! I’ll pick you up?”

“Sure.” He agreed quickly, and immediately ended the call. A fresh wave of oxygen supplied his lungs - but it was temporary relief. He needed more air. He would get it. As soon as you came by.

If you were being honest, you were surprised at how haphazard Suna looked when he slumped into your car. He was lazy sure, and generally disheveled - but Suna looked so exhausted it almost broke your heart. The way he looked like a sharp wind would snap him made you want to wrap him in the flannel you wore; it was his flannel, but it’d been in your possession for so long that it hardly fell under his ownership anymore. Suna was quiet when he got in, not saying anything until you started driving. He didn’t even play his music.

Huh. Okay? Did I do something wrong?

You let the silence hang there for a minute before deciding to say something.The uncomfortable tension hanging between the both of you was not something that was common between you and Suna, the faster you could alleviate it - the better.

“Suna-”

“I like you.”

You slammed on the breaks, and Suna jolted forward with a wince. With an apologetic mutter, you pulled over, parking the car. Quiet had settled again, only now the tension had doubled. Shifting in your seat to face him, you found that he was already staring at you.

“I like you and I know you like me too.” Suna said again, his stare even and cool despite the slight waver to his words. A blush rose to your cheeks. How could he possibly know that??

“I- What do you mean? Are you serious?” You asked, brows furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, you peered up at him, eyes pleading with him in a silent display. “Please don’t joke with me.”

“I’m serious.”

It was like breathing air for the first time in your life, feeling the rush of oxygen was enough to make you dizzy. Euphoric even. A hazy smile clambered over your lips and you probably looked like a goof but holy shit. Suna noticed your grin and matched it with a smirk.

“Good.”

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The first three months with Suna were absolute bliss. The twins had celebrated their successful attempt at getting the two of you together. And despite their explanation that Osamu flirting was only a ploy catalyze the relationship, Suna still eyed Osamu warily anytime he neared you.

In the first three months, Suna seemed energized. Invigorated. He sparked with some unseen electricity that left you captivated by him; or more so than you had been. You were enthralled by the energy he seemed to have, though it was a subtle change, it was noticeable to you. His eyes were lit with a soft light that had you surrendering to the smallest of glances. In truth, not much had changed between the two of you, only now the two of you were willfully affectionate with one another. You were still best friends, but now you were best friends that went on dates and made out in your parked car. He would lend you hoodies and alternate jerseys to wear to his games, and when you wore them on the bench he seemed to play that much better.

In the first three months, Suna was more attentive than he had ever been. Pliable under your touch, soft to the gentle coo of “Rin”. He swore he felt a rush like no other when you called him Rin. If he’d known he could get serotonin this easily, he would’ve begged you to call him that years ago.

For three months, you had his attention and energy. You had his affection and effort. For three months, you were soaring in the clouds with Suna Rintarō.

And then the fourth month came.

As long as you’d known him, Suna had always been relatively low energy. It was why he’d gravitated towards you, you’d been a refuge for when he was exhausted. You were like a battery, always there with enough energy for the both of you. Except, he hadn’t realized that he’d been draining your battery. In the first three months of your relationship, Suna had been invigorated with a type of energy he’d never expressed before. While it wasn’t a colossal change, it was something you’d noticed. You’d gotten drunk off his affection. Addicted to the soft touches and gentle smiles. The way he’d reach for your hand first. So maybe that was why you noticed when it stopped.

Nothing had changed between the two of you, or at least nothing that you were aware of. But slowly, he stopped reaching over to tangle your fingers together. He stopped calling you. Not that you’d minded much. Your boyfriend was busy, so were you! But you still made time for him.

You always had.

Maybe you just needed to put in some more initiative, it was what you had always done in your friendship. You’d always poured more of yourself in, coming to Suna’s beck and call for a chance to spend time with him. So you texted him more. And he’d respond sometimes.

When you called, he would answer on occasion. At least you still had your midnight escapades. Suna in your car, his nickname on your lips, and soft secrets exchanged under the light of the moon. The soft warmth of your heater enveloping your moments with a cozy haze.

But the months went on and those midnight escapades were few and far between. You’d stay up late, hoping he would call you to hang out. He was too busy for you during the days, spending more time with the team than he did with you. If you asked him to grab lunch together, he would smile apologetically and press a chaste kiss to your forehead before explaining he was having lunch with the twins at a new spot. He wouldn’t invite you, and you didn’t invite yourself. So your only chance was under the blanket of stars.

He rarely called. And when he did, you jumped at the phone. You were always on call. Always ready for him. You would stay awake all night with the way your heart panged and yearned for air, and his ringtone provided you with that relief. For a few hours every few weeks, you’d have your Rin again. Where he would nestle himself in your arms and press his lips to your temple. He’d call you love and show you a playlist he’d made, ask you your thoughts. For those few hours on those few nights, you were content. You’d get your fix before the next withdrawal started.

During practices he hardly acknowledged you, even though you were the manager. He’d return a smile or two with a lazy tilt of his lips, but hardly anything else. Even the rides you gave him home were silent, him lazing his head on the window and giving you hums as a response to any conversation you attempted.

You were used to Suna being quiet and unresponsive, but even as friends he had given you more. But it seemed as though he simply didn’t care.

Suna Rintarō had always been a constant in your life. Until he wasn’t. He was sparse now, despite claiming his affection for you and calling you his girlfriend, he was largely absent. Finding that he hardly had any motivation to reach out to you. Why would he when he knew you would always be there to pick up the slack? He had no need to reach out for you when you were only an inch away. All he had to do was mutter a soft ‘babe’ and you were there. You were consistent. He’d never considered that could change. You’d always come whenever he’d call.

At school you were exhausted, late nights and hard work as a third year and a manager for a powerhouse volleyball team kept you busy. You’d been making less of an effort to contact Suna, finding that your time was being spent elsewhere. Parts of you prickled at the thought of contacting him. If he wanted to talk to you, then he could reach out. You didn’t have anything left in you to try. You were glued to your clipboard during practices, writing down notes and and marking habits throughout the plays. Your eyes only flashed to Suna when necessary. When he did catch your eye, you felt it like a stab at your chest; a gash torn through your heart. He didn’t even notice you looking now, when he used to feel your eyes on him so easily. He didn’t spare you a thought now.

You handed Atsumu a water bottle during break, but instead of his usual grin, his face contorted into one of concern. His brown eyes narrowing quizzically. “Y/N, Have ya been sleeping at all?”

You smiled shakily, shrugging and offering Osamu a towel as he approached the conversation. “I try to, but it’s a bit difficult. I’ve got a lot going on, y’know?”

Osamu glanced at Atsumu slyly, arching a brow at you. “Oh yeah?” He inquired, head cocked sideways. “What does Suna think of all this?”

They could see the way you tensed, the way your eyes flashed with a pang of sadness. Emptiness. “Rin’s been busy,” you murmured simply, offering a shrug you’d hoped might ease the edge off your explanation.

“Well yeah, we all are, but he can’t see what goin’ on with ya?” Atsumu tried again, crossing his arms against his chest.

“It’s nothing, Atsumu. Like you said, we’re all busy - it’s nothing.” You tried to reassure, but it sounded more like you were convincing yourself. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the sudden tight feeling in the air from the conversation at hand, but you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend’s approaching presence.

He walked up alongside Osamu, a halfway gone water bottle in his hands. “What’s nothing?” Suna inquired, looking between the twins. You didn’t speak, instead you stood there, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement from him. The last time you’d spoken had been fleetingly in the hallways. He only spared you an upturned corner of his lip.

“Don’t worry about it, Rin, it’s really not important.” Your words were quick, a rush to get them out before one of the twins could say anything. You forced a sweet smile, glancing down at your clipboard, “Break is almost over.” Those were your departing words, swiveling on your heel and starting off back towards the coach.

Suna turned a curious glance to the twins, silently asking his question again. Osamu pressed his lips together tightly, very clearly conflicted. Atsumu was anything but. “She’s fading, Suna. Yer girl’s exhausted. How can you not tell?”

Suna’s amber eyes flashed to you, but you weren’t looking at him. He couldn’t see your face. “If it was that serious, she would tell me.” He said simply, shrugging a bit and taking a sip of his water. She would. Right.

“How can she tell ya if yer too busy for her?” Atsumu retorted, maybe a little too harshly. Confusion etched the delicately sharp planes of Suna’s face.

“Too busy?” He peered again over his shoulder, half hoping you would look at him. You didn’t. “Is that what told you?”

Osamu finally spoke, looking between his twin and the middle blocker, “Look - how is it that you’re in a relationship and you don’t even notice when yer girl’s falling apart?”

Suna’s jaw tightened at Osamu’s interference, he’d never been fond of the gray haired twin’s input when it came to his relationship. This was no different. “Why don’t you mind your business, alright? If it bugged Y/N, she would tell me.”

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Suna settled into your car with an awkward silence.Your hands seemed to grip the wheel so hard your knuckles were white. Fuck, now that he was seeing you up close, he could see the sickly palor coloring your skin. The deep shadows under your eyes. The way you were running on empty was so clear. He hadn’t noticed. Hadn’t taken the time to see the way you were running yourself into the ground. You were hardly a block away from school before he tried to speak.

“Y/N-”

“I think we should break up.”

His breath caught in his throat. He never thought you would say those words to him. Never imagined that you would be the one to put distance between the two of you. “What?” His eyes snapped to you, soaking you in for the first time in months. Truly seeing you. Missing you now that you were slipping. “Why?”

You sighed, and he could hear just how shaky it sounded. “I’m tired of being in a relationship by myself. I’m the only one here. You’re a ghost, Suna.” Suna. Not Rin. Not even Rintarō. Fuck. FUCK. Your voice wavered with emotion, and though he knew he should be looking at you, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you and see your tears. “I can’t keep this up. I have too much to deal with and I can’t keep myself open and waiting for someone whose never going to be there.”

It felt like you were splashing cold water on him. Like he was finally sobering up after being drunk for so long. He hated the feeling. The cold, biting clarity that came from realizing your mistakes a second too late.

“Please don’t do this.” He bit out. Fuck. He felt like he was suffocating and the way his eyes stung gave away every indication that this was too real.

“Suna-”

“I’m Rin. You call me Rin,” The brown haired boy pleaded, turning to you. But you were turning onto his street.

“Suna.” You said finally, parking outside of his house and shifting to face him. “I love you. So fucking much.” Part of him hoped this would give him a chance, something to work with - to fix this. But you didn’t give him the opening he needed. “But it’s exhausting to love someone who can never love you back. Who isn’t there. I can’t keep loving a ghost.”

You unlocked the car door. He got out. You waited until he went inside, but as he turned desperately one last time to look at you, you were looking away.

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thanx-idonttry · 3 years

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Mineta Being Disrespectful to (Y/N) HC Bakugou/Shinsou/Kirishima/Mirio

Katsuki Bakugou:

Bakugou is a very protective Of you

He loves everything about you like your skin regimen, your hair regimen, and everything you do to take care of yourself.

His secret guilty pleasure is doing facial routines with you and washing your hair. Don’t tell the other students shhh!

He also loves your taste in music, your taste in fashion, he also loves when you dance when you “think” you’re alone.

He also truly loves when you stand your ground against him and his crappy attitude. You shut everything down telling him that you are not the one to be a messed with, and tell him to check his attitude.

You are his queen, and a King should always protect his Queen.

So he basically walks with you everywhere, you only get your alone time when he’s off training.

When he walks with you, he holds your hand and he’s always close to you so other males realize that you are with him. He gives them glares, warning them and basically telling them “Don’t even try it.”

It seems like a Certain purple hair short monster didn’t get the picture.

When Mineta Approached you two in the hallway with a cocky smirk, you and Bakugou realize that you were about to hear some very offensive shit.

“Hey you Beautiful Curvy, Black, ThunderBolt! You know what they say: the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Can I get the chance to test that theory?”

Your Face was in pure disgust.

(You know like in Anime their eyes are shadowed over and your lips were a straight line as the background is like a dark blue lol)

Like everything he said to you was so disrespectful that you couldn’t even think of a comeback.

Bakugou grabbed Mineta by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to the level of his raging eyes.

“Why you 3ft little ingrate! Apologize!!!! Do it now or I will regret the day you were born!” Bakugou threatened.

Mineta, who was shaking in fear, begged for his life and pleaded to the blonde to not unleash his explosive wrath on him.

“Mineta.” You started. “If you ever step to me with that weak ass game or any other game you like to play, I will step on you neck as I pull out your purple orbs until you’re bleeding and probably won’t stop after. Do you hear me you sorry excuse for a hero?!”

Bakugou stared with wide, proud eyes at you. He never seen you like this, and he have to say that he loved it. The whimper that Mineta gave snapped the Blonde back to reality.

Bakugou slammed Mineta against the lockers, giving him the same glare that he gave earlier. “I still didn’t hear an apology.”

Mineta apologized repeatedly, but Bakugou’s grip only got tighter around the grape student. Upset that Mineta KNOWS you to are the rice and still tried to shoot his shot.

“Listen here you little failure of a human, you know (Y/N) are together and you still came up to her flirting. I can’t stand a lot of things you do but what I really hate is the fact that you had thee AUDACITY To do try. If you try this again, Class A will have 1 less student. Got it?!”

Mineta fearfully nodded before Bakugou rolled his ass down the hall like he was a bowling ball. Adding a tiny explosion for extra push.

“I’m so sorry Teddybear..” Bakugou sighed to you. “Don’t apologize Babe, you did nothing but protected me. Thank you for making that runt apologize to me.” You said.

“No problem, but that can we talk about that sexy, angry, dark side of you? I never seen that side of you and I wanna know have I been rubbing off on you?” Bakugou smirked.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes, you lightly pushed him off you and started heading to lunch.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

Shinsou has always been the laid back type, pretty chill and tamed. Like it’s kinda hard to piss him off.

But if you do want to piss him off, there are a few ways to do so.

Call him a villain because of his quirk. He hates when people misunderstand him and don’t want to try to understand, he will be highly pissed off.

And mess his beautiful (Y/N) A.K.A his Kitty Kat. He treasures the hell out of you, you’re his sunlight to his gloomy days. His sulking lessened when he met you.

He loves laying on your chest as you play in his hair. He loves to hear your heartbeat, he loves how soft and warm you feel. You’re like a dream to him, and hearing your heartbeat makes him realize you’re real.

His favorite pastime with you is letting you braid his hair as you two chat. He feel so lucky to have you.

So imagine how he felt when he was walking to meet you at your locker, and saw you and Mina there, looking creeped out by the short purple pervert.

“How you doing today you nesquik milky chocolate queen?” He said with such a cocky smile. Did he really think that was appropriate?

You and Mina scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Mineta, you better run.” Mina said as she saw your Boyfriend standing there.

Shinsou stood there with a death glare, fist cleaning hard, he was trying so hard not commit murder. How dare he say those to you, his Kitty Kay?! Oh he’s gonna pay.

“Hey Mineta, How’s your day?” Shinsou said in a happy voice.

“Oh it’s going-”

Got him.

“Beat yourself up.” Shinsou command.

While the graped fucker beat himself, and Mina watched and laughed. Shinsou came up to you, putting his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Are you alright?” Shinsou asked you.

“Yeah, but I think you should stop him before he beat himself into a coma.” You said. “He’ll deserve it.” He said. “Agreed.” Mina said.

“Babe.” You said looking at him, he groaned. “Apologize to (Y/N).” Shinsou demanded Mineta.

“I apologize (Y/N).” Mineta said. “Punch yourself one more time.” Shinsou ordered with a smirk on his face. When the bell rang, Shinsou released his quirk.

Mineta was groaning in pain, Shinsou bent down to his eye level, and looked him dead in his swollen eyes.

His glare was scary, and cold. “Don’t you ever approach my girlfriend like that ever again if you want to continue breathing. Got that Grape Shrimp?” He muffed him then walked back towards you.

“I see I’m going to have to escort you to classes with this grape menace running around.” Shinsou said

“Shinsou that was funny! Can I get you to do that to some people for me?” Mina asked as she walked away with you two

Eijirou Kirishima:

Just like Shinsou, He’s kinda hard to piss off. I mean just look at him! He’s always smiling. (Oh smiley Magee head ass! Ik I love Kiri.)

You and Kirishima was close, meaning you two had feelings that either one of you were afraid to admit. So y’all hang out a lot because y’all like being around each other.

He loves when he listens to your music. You always have the greatest songs from Beyoncé to Chance the Rapper.

Whenever you pass him in the halls or around the dorms, he’ll pause his conversation or whatever he’s doing to come talk to you

And you, always loved talking to him. You loved his fangs whenever he smiled. You two would shyly flirt and talk to each other, you can basically hear Bakugou’s eye rolls.

“JUST FUCKING ASK HER, YA’ PUSSY!” Bakugou yelled from behind. He was tired of Kirishima talking about asking you out but never had the guts to do so.

“Ignore him, so I was wondering-”

Then Mineta came up to ruin this beautiful conversation, like he literally came out of no where.

“Excuse me Kirishima but I have something to say to (Y/N). How you doing, you Hershey Kiss beauty?”

Oh no he didn’t.

“Boy you better come correct when it comes to me!” You held your hand up, about to slap him when Kirishima stopped you.

“Mineta, I’ve put up with your constant creepy hook up line but I refuse for you to hit on (Y/N) like that. It’s not manly at all! Now apologize to (Y/N)!”

“Or what? You’re going to hit me? That’s not like you. That wouldn’t be manly now would it?” Mineta mocked.

That hit a nerve for Kirishima, he took in a deep breath, looked at Bakugou, and signaled him to come over.

“Apologize or Else.” Kirishima said. Mineta, who is unaware of Bakugou being behind him, folded his arms and refused. “Or else what?”

“Or else I’m gonna stomp you into the ground and create grape jelly out of you. You fucking short creepy fuck.” Bakugou said as tiny explosions popped from his hands.

Mineta stood frozen, looking between the three of you guys terrified. “Well, She’s waiting.” Kirishima said.

“That’s not fair! She’s not even your girlfriend!” Mineta whined.

“She is now, and she still hasn’t got her apology!” Kirishima said pulling you close. Butterflies are just flapping in your stomach as he held you in such a protective and claiming way.

“B-But.” Mineta tried.

“Bakugou…” Kirishima said, ready to send his feral friend onto the Grape Trash.

“Fine! Fine! I’m so sorry (Y/N)! I will never do it again! Please don’t send Bakugou on me!” Mineta begged.

“(Y/N) do you accept?” Kirishima asked. Kirishima will sick Bakugou on him If you didn’t.

“I do, but I still want Bakugou to beat him up.” You said. Bakugou smiled wickedly as he started his attack on Mineta.

You and Kirishima started walking away, and you looked at the red head with a cheeky smirk. “So, where we going on our first date since we’re a couple now.”

Kirishima blushed hard, tripping on words, he rubbed the back of his neck. You thought it was so cute. You grabbed his hand, “Don’t worry, I’ll pick the date.”

“No, I’m the guy. So I should show you an amazing time. I think I already know a place.” Kirishima said grabbing your other hand.

Mirio Togata:

The most powerful student in the school.

And he is your boyfriend. And the Best and sweetest boyfriend you could ask for!

Just like Kiri, he’s Smiley Magee! But because he’s so positive, I don’t see him getting angry…

More like Stern seriousness, and when he’s like that, you better take him seriously.

You and him have this game y’all play. Where he pops in randomly, through a wall, ceiling, floor, door to drop some words you probably need to hear.

He isn’t a stalker with it, it doesn’t bother. You think it’s fun, trying to predict where’s he’s going to come from.

He loves popping in on your down time when you just relaxing and being natural. Popping in when you’re watching a movie or tutorials. Helping you learn, while learning himself.

He is a master at putting on False eyelashes and he loves brushing your hair as you talk about your day.

He never invade your space and you get particularly bored when he’s not around. Be looking around, hoping he pops up.

Anyways, back to main thing. You think as a 3rd, certain first years wouldn’t have the balls to talk to you. But One Small Menace thought otherwise.

Here we have Minoru Mineta, trying to shoot his shot with you, not realizing it never even made it in the basket. Especially with the disrespectful pick up line he opened with.

You and your girls were stretching in the yard and when Mineta and Dennis came up to you girls. “ How you are doing! My black thunder beauty?”

You face went complete stale, even his friend knew that wasn’t a way you talk to you or any female period. And he thought he was cute with the nickname because your quirk is Sonic Thunder.

Next thing you know, you see a strong hand come from the ground and grabbed Mineta by the leg. You smiled, you knew that hand! Then instantly, Mirio pops up from the ground like a fucking daisy!

“Is this seriously how you talk to women? Also, you do know (Y/N) is my Girlfriend right?” Mirio asked as he held Mineta by the leg. Mineta started babbling and begging to be put down.

“I don’t like what you said to her, and I suggest you apologize before it really becomes a problem.” Mirio threatened. Then out a small bit of smite, he shook the little shrimp a couple of times.

“I-I-I’m sorry (Y/N)! I never meant to offend you! And please tell him to put me down!” Mineta begged you. You and Mirio had playful smirks on your faces. You two tortured him for a couple more minutes by shaking him, making him dizzy.

“Alright Miri, let the little shrimp go. I think he learned his lesson.” You smirked. As Mirio dropped him, Mineta was a bit Dizzy.

You thwacked him on the head, for your payback. It knocked him down, but not out. So he could still listen.

“You should never approach someone like that ever again, that is somebody’s daughter, somebody’s sister! Treat them like they are humans.” Mirio told him.

You and your friends got up and surrounded Mirio, thanking him. Then you wrapped your arms around him, planting a kiss on his lips, making him blush bashfully.

“You girls wanna hit up a restaurant? I’m pretty sure you want to forget this just happened.” Mirio asked once he cleared his throat, he had to regain strength because you make him so weak.

“Now you know I love me some food!” You beamed to him, he grabbed your hand, smiling back at you as you start telling him how much you missed him.

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dragynkeep · 3 years

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Nitpick character designs you hate and why they don’t work?

Character design is my passion,,,

I don't wanna go on about Team RWBY's designs because I've talked about all of them and why the later ones really don't work, so I'm gonna go for designs of the villains! I don't like them!

Salem's goes for a sexy gown similar to robes worn by practitioners of Wicca and Paganism, as I've had personal experience with and recognised it. I like that, what I don't like is the hairstyle being based off Japanese hairstyles, specifically heavily referencing the styles worn by geishas. I don't get it, and added onto how RWBY just throws in Japanese culture as an exotic look, I'm not amused.

Also her Atlas outfit just doesn't work. Why is her tit window more open? Why are her shoulders exposed? What's with the arm braces? They're meant for a more military look, she's finally coming onto the battlefield, but Salem doesn't do anything and this look just works even less than her sleek dress in her original outfit.

The other villains just struggle to actually reference their colours. Watts' has yellow at least, but it's covered up in his purple coat, and otherwise his black jacket and vest. Tyrian is a shade of purple, but he wears no purple on his outfit, the only purple we have is when his eyes change colour and the purple mechanisms of his new tail. It's telling that Watts wears more of Tyrian's colour than Tyrian himself.

Hazel actually wears green on him, and I like his original outfit, but he has a habit of taking off his green jacket so he can jab Dust into his arms, and then all his colour is lost. He only wears black shirt and pants, and without that coat with some details and colour, he's very bland and boring to look at.

His Atlas outfit is even worse. Not only is it very poorly thought out for Atlas, it's downright ugly, and the modellers obviously couldn't model him properly with his ribs deadass looking like challah. I don't get the need to change his outfit either?

It's a big problem with RWBY. They pick outfits first whether or not the character actually needs an outfit change. Yang only changed into her Mistral outfit when she recovered enough to leave Patch and go search for Ruby. Jaune changed into his armour at the start of Volume 4 to denote his growth into a more experienced Huntsman, and using Pyrrha's circlet to show in his design that she was still helping him even after her death.

Oscar didn't change into more suitable Huntsmen clothes until he came to the realisation that, regardless of how much time he had left, he wanted to spend it helping his friends and Remnant against Salem. At least, that's what it should've been if the writers didn't have him go through an entire arc off screen.

Yeah, new outfits are cute, or at least they used to be, but these are supposed to be visual signs of development that tell us what the character is like before they open their mouths.

Ruby was a perky gothic girl who had a love for things that typical teenage girls didn't, while also taking inspiration from her uncle. She wears pitch black and stark reds that pop out at you, she wore a cape and crosses not only to connect to Qrow, but also as a hint to her allusion as Little Red Riding Hood.

Weiss was cold and arrogant. She was unapproachable and put herself above everyone else, while also having some humanity under the surface. Her outfit was detailed and fancy, referencing her rich background, while having many jagged edges in the hem of her dress and her sleeves, making it like icicles and giving Weiss a sharp feel to her outline. While the blues and whites, accompanied with her pale skin, eyes and hair, give her a cold pallete, the pop of red in her collar is immediately eye catching, and the softer frills of her collar help combat all the sharp edges.

All these outfits told a story without using words, but now it seems that CRWBY has lost the idea of what made the original RWBY outfits so great. Now it's just slapping belts and zippers on, making the designs too complicated and busy, and ignoring the characters and their journeys to shove them into outfits that feel like a first draft.

#rwby #rwde #salem #arthur watts #tyrian callows #hazel rainart #ruby rose #weiss schnee #answered #luke.txt

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abluescarfonwaston · 3 years

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Black Locks

“Chief. Mia. Please.”

Wright stood in front of her. Fists clenched. Jaw locked. Plead. Plead the same way he’d plead to lead the Steel Samurai case all those months ago. The way Maya had described him pleading to lead her defense against the attempted murder charge against her.

“Wright what makes you think he doesn’t have an attorney?”

“Please.”

And this was how she ended up sitting across from Miles Edgeworth in the detention center on Christmas morning.

He refused them even as he admits no one will take his case.

“-A wet behind the ears lawyer with three cases under you belt? I’m not that desperate yet.”

“I could lead the defense, if you’d prefer.”

Not that she wanted to. Not that she believes in his innocence.

Wright sat next to her, after she was released from the hospital and slurped his much delayed celebratory ramen. He'd won two cases and they hadn’t had the chance to celebrate even one. He told her why he became a lawyer.

There’s someone I want to save.

He’s told her this before. While swallowed glass settles in his belly. But now it has a name. A face. A smug smile.

She hates that brat. She doubts there’s anything worth saving. Wright just stared mournfully into his ramen like he doubted it too.

Edgeworth grit his teeth. Glared at the wall. “Stay out of this Ms. Fey.” But he offered no counter argument to her offer.

“The lake is a long way away from your offices and the court... Why were you down there?” Wright probed instead.

“I see no reason to tell you.”

She crossed her legs. Leaned back in the chair. What a waste of a morning.

“Edgeworth!” Wright slammed his hands down on the table. Pleading and irritated and desperate all at once.

“… Gourdy.”

“…?” She raised her head to study him. The eyes hidden behind his bangs. The deep purple bags under his eyes. They’re almost satisfying. Knowing he’s enjoying firsthand what he’s done to so many others. Guilty or not.

“I went to see Gourdy.”

The room went dark. Heavy with the slide of chains as they drag over the floor and up to his heart.

There are so many. Bleeding red like his bloody heart.

“But... you didn't do it, right? Right?”

The locks faded as the conversation moved on. But the detention center was far colder now that she knows they exist. She braced for the lie Edgeworth will shovel down their throats and she’ll drag Wright away with an apology about how his friend cannot be saved.

“... Think what you will. I have only one request.”

He hadn’t answered, so he hasn’t lied. She swallowed the irate sigh. What does he want now?

“Stay out of this case.”

She jolted. Back suddenly straight. Her feet click sharp against the floor. “What?! He’s trying to help you!”

Not that she has much proof there was anything worth saving. An objection and aid during a single case did not undo the years prior. There was character evidence piled high enough to kill.

Guilty or not, it probably will. If no one took his case.

“I know...! I know that! But I don't want your help, okay?”

“Why not?!”

His shoulders curve inward. “... Look, just go away, and leave me alone!” He snapped sweeping his hand out with a snarl.

His eyes are red. Bloodshot – although there’s no chance it’s from tears.

“It’s because you did it, didn’t you?”

And somewhere in that black heart of his he knows better than to drag Phoenix down with him.

“Mia!” Wright snaps in a rare displace of force. “Let’s go investigate elsewhere.”

“Wright…”

He stood. The chair screeches against the floor and she watches Edgeworth flinch at the sound.

Fine.

Edgeworth’s detective claimed the man spoke highly of them. Seemed truly dumbfounded that they were turned down. Doesn’t stop him from trying to help.

He hands over a picture of the deceased.

“That’s Robert Hammond.”

The case unraveled before her.

They sit in front of Edgeworth and there are so many locks that there is no way they have enough. But Wright speaks and all the red locks rattle. Like Edgeworth wants to tell him. Longs to tell him.

She wonders, in a passive sort of way, if Wright held the magatama would he see only one?

“DL-6.”

There is a sharp exhale. His head falls forward. The red locks shatter.

“The ‘DL-6 Incident’... was when my father died. Right before my eyes... He was shot and killed, and I saw it all.”

He spoke. Her stomach knotted. DL-6. She wasn’t the only one who lost a parent from that incident.

“My memories from that time are... foggy. I suppose it's a self-defense mechanism. In any case, a suspect was arrested... a man. It's pretty clear he was the only one who could have killed my father.”

Foggy. The room goes dark once more. The slide of heavy chains. Red. She expects red.

They are black. Every lock is black. Dark. Cold. Filled with despair.

A lie he keeps even from himself.

“The spirit medium they used to talk to my late father said the same thing.” Her Mother. “It was an attorney by the name of Robert Hammond that cleared the suspect's name.”

“And Hammond... is the victim in the Gourd Lake murder?”

“Correct.”

There is a danger to black Psych-Locks. That removing them by force will damage the keepers mind.

Blocking out memories in self-defense. He even explained it himself.

The earthquake rumbles but it is the violent rattling of his locks that causes her pain.

He curled up on the floor. Quaking. His locks rattle and in the shaking of his hand and the gasping of his rapid breaths she can see every time they tear at the fabric of his mind.

Worse yet, there is nothing they can do except watch as the guards drag his limp form back to his cell.

Edgeworth warned them about what they’re up against. Von Karma.

It’s not like she hasn’t faced him before. Once. Twice. She doesn’t allow her concern to show but if she gripped Wright’s lapels and shakes him a little harder than she should when she scolds him it’s probably because she knows what a battle this will be.

Wright doesn’t though. He’s blissfully unaware of the nightmare ahead of them. How even getting their legally required cross examination will be an uphill battle.

She really hopes this isn’t how he learns why none of the other attorneys would defend Edgeworth.

What was it he’d said? They ‘Lacked confidence because he’d had all their defendants convicted?’

Edgeworth was lying about that part. And Von Karma was far worse.

“Why did you pick up that gun anyway?!”

He grimaced. Hand digging into his elbow. “I don’t know. I was in a daze when I picked it up.”

Black slide into place. She braces for the cold chill this time.

There is one less locked in place.

Removing them forcibly can damage the owners mind. They were created to protect them after all.

“I know those interrogations can be brutal, how are you holding up?”

He glares at her. The bruises under his eyes speak to his lack of sleep. To the way this has been eating at him.

She hadn’t removed the lock. Neither had Wright.

She wondered who had.

The second day is brutal. They’d almost lost. But as it stood now it looked like they would win.

The locks rattled. Volume growing as it had throughout the entire trial.

“Hey, Edgeworth…”

He didn’t respond. The locks rattled louder.

“Edgeworth!”

He jumped. Dazed eyes focusing on her. “D-did you say something?”

(Oh we were just discussing your case- no need to pay attention. It’s not like it matters to you at all!)

“Come on! Stop looking so pained! At this point we’ve got it in the bag!” She slapped his shoulder. He side stepped away from her. “Relax.”

“… I’m sorry… But… I fear it’s not over for me yet.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

The locks rattled. The chains shook. The truth he hid from even himself.

“Wright... There's something that's been troubling me for a long time now. And I don't know whether or not to tell you...”

Black locks clicked into place. Only three remained.

What had happened to the others?

“No... there's so little time left. I want to tell you, to get it off my chest, but...’

“What is this about, Edgeworth?”

She drew back. Let herself sink into the background.

He saved me Mia. If you could have seen him back then-

I know somethings wrong. I want to pay him back.

He stared down at his attorney’s badge. Closed his fist around it.

I became an attorney because of him. So I could see him again.

Gaaaaaay.

Chief!

Sorry.

If anyone can reach Edgeworth it was Wright.

“... It's... a nightmare I've had. A memory of a crime... that I committed.”

Those locks shake. The heavy grating sound of metal pulling at his mind.

Sometimes people forget things to protect themselves. In self Defense.

“A memory... of a murder.”

“What?!”

They yank and jerk against the chains. Trying to rip free by sheer force.

You’re hurting yourself! She does not object.

“I… I want to tell you but…”

The bailiff doesn’t give him a chance. He’s escorted away.

They stared down at the letter.

“But it says ‘get revenge on Edgeworth’… Why would he want to take revenge on you?”

One lock. Black as total darkness slides into place.

He closes his eyes and it shatters.

There is no evidence of the pain it causes. No bleeding wounds or pained cries.

But he opens his eyes and she is certain something within him has died. He tells them about his nightmare.

Innocence. The illusion of innocence has died.

“But that’s just a dream!” Wright objected when he fell silent.

“… That thought is the only thing that has kept me sane for the last 15 years. But what if I’m wrong? What if it’s real? They say sometimes people shut out memories in self-defense. Maybe it was I who killed my father.”

It’s the truth.

“If you think about it that way, this letter makes sense. Think about it. Yogi was really innocent. That’s why he wanted revenge on me.”

When he confesses on the stand none of them are surprised. Not even Von Karma. How many of those interrogations did they spend together? Did he spend ripping apart the protective locks around his own protégée’s mind?

Wright and her walk home after the first trail.

“You wouldn’t prosecute me, right?”

“Well I’m not a prosecutor so…”

He sinks further into a gloom.

“I’m joking!” Shoulder checked him. “Obviously not.”

Edgeworth is in awe of Von Karma. Awe being a fitting word. Referential respect of both wonder and fear.

Fear.

“You were a child.”

“Accidental murder is still murder Ms. Fey.”

Edgeworth might have given up but Wright. Wright has not.

Trust. Trust your client until the end. This is what she’s taught him.

But… Phoenix. Sometimes the guilty are guilty.

He looked up from the case files. Smiled with a confidence that wasn’t just a bluff.

“I’m sorry but I don’t believe in your nightmare. It’s just a bad dream.”

There are heavy black locks around Edgeworth’s heart. Protecting him from a ‘truth’ too terrible to believe.

But testimony is flawed and just because he believes in one explanation of events doesn’t make it the Truth.

The truth will set you free. Of the black locks around your heart – she’d thought.

Phoenix does something truly amazing then.

He saves him.

“You are innocent Mr. Edgeworth. You were innocent.”

“… Thank you, Your Honor.”

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #mia fey #phoenix Wright #au mia lives #just cause i wanted to discuss the pshye locks edgeworth would have had if that mechanic had existed #writing

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emilycollins00 · 3 years

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Allowing the heart to give in (Masumi centric)

Attention: Minor character death and spoilers from spring Act 2!

No one asked for this but I shall bring it anyway.

“…I’ll be here if you need me, okay?” Izumi stands in the doorway facing the dark room with a hand on the knob. Her voice is a mere whisper, though the concern is clear.

For the first time ever Masumi doesn’t bother to answer, not even a small movement from the upper bed to let her know she had been heard. Instead, he keeps lying there, empty eyes staring at the ceiling in silence.

Izumi closes the door and looks up. It’s a bright winter day, one of the few nice ones they’ve had in a while- spring was arriving soon after all. She rests her back against the wall while hearing the faint sound of birds in the distance and closes her eyes.

She doesn't really know what to do. Or how. Or if she should.

“Anything new?”

Tsumugi, Sakyo and Azuma walk towards her. She turns and shakes her head, pained eyes glancing at the wooden door. “He won’t speak a word to me either.”

“Now that’s troubling” Azuma places a hand on his cheek, worry in his voice “I thought leaving you alone with him would help him let everything out.”

“Omi-kun says he probably hasn’t eaten anything since he left this morning either” Tsumugi stares at the carrying tray on his hands with a sad expression on his face.

“Ah, I’ll enter again and leave it on his desk. He might get up and eat some.”

Sakyo sighs, rubbing his forehead, though he sounds more resigned than annoyed “Let’s let him do what he pleases for now. If by tomorrow he still doesn’t want to come out, I’ll personally-”

The confidential atmosphere is broken when distant sounds of steps and voices begin to rise in volume in their direction. They must have seen them talking together and imagined there could be news.

“Director!”

“Sakyo-nii!”

The majority of the dorm is soon congregated on the courtyard- except for those with work and part-time jobs that couldn’t be avoided. Sakuya steps forward to Izumi, eyes filled with uneaseness.

“How is Masumi-kun?”

“He… wants to be alone for the time being” she informs with a sad smile, gaining a chorus of concerns and worried looks.

They had decided Masumi ought to have time to grieve properly, and after talking with his father over the phone, they had also talked with the school for him to be absent the next few days. Now the entire dorm was treading lightly around him.

“B-but is it really okay to leave him in there all alone?” Muku asks, eyes irritated from crying. Tsuzuru and Tenma stand next to him frowning in silence.

“Maybe if he had a special triangle he’ll be happier? I could bring him one!”

“Let’s let him cope some more before doing anything, okay Misumi-kun?”

“All right…”

“Hasn’t he been there since you brought him back though?” Banri frowned, his voice edged with sullenness. To have been told the news by a random teacher rather than the dorm had been a low blow.

“It’s not even been a friggin’ day, Settsu. Haven’t you heard of havin’ tact with this type of stuff?”

“I’m going to pretend you aren’t tryin’ to tell me-”

“Guys” Izumi’s adamant tone shuts everyone up. She knows they are worried and are not thinking rationally, so after taking a deep breath to compose herself, she talks again. This time her voice is softer, less demanding “I’m sure he’ll come down when he feels better, okay?”

More grumbles and insecure looks, this time quieter.

“Come on” Azuma places his hand on both Sakuya’s and Muku’s shoulders, forcing them as well as the others to turn around and head back to the living room “Let’s make some tea for all of us to calm down.”

Watching the young ones leave, Izumi takes one deep breath again. She then grabs the tray from Tsumugi and opens the door once more, informing the young teen what she was leaving on his desk.

Before she slips out she pauses, briefly looking up -not that she could see anything from her position- and her heart squeezes. If only they could shoulder part of his pain, they would “We are here for you, Masumi-kun.”

Once again, he doesn’t respond.

Grandma passed away.

The text, short and simple had tore a gasp from Izumi’s lips that morning, making her cover her mouth and almost drop the chair. The action had been enough to gain the attention of the old yakuza, who stopped talking about numbers and frowned, worry flashing his eyes when he read the content of the message “…go to the car. I’ll grab the keys.”

Whether the road to Hanasaki high school had been surprisingly fast, or Sakyo had unconsciously decided to ignore a few stops, no one paid attention to it. By the time they reached the school, Masumi was waiting for them sitting outside, his phone on strong hold.

He barely acknowledged Izumi while Sakyo entered to talk to the administration. Soon enough, they were back inside the car. Izumi talked softly, her hand caressing his, but everything felt disorienting and confusing.

Why?

“We’re so sorry”

In the dark room, Masumi keeps hearing voices from outside.

He has his eyes closed now, covering his ears in a vain attempt to stop hearing his own thoughts. Every time he opens them it’s like receiving a slap in the face, seeing reality remained the same; That the funeral was tomorrow. That he couldn’t even be there in person and instead of feeling grief, instead of feeling at all, he’s just there.

He rolls on the bed.

It hadn’t been a bad one, according to his father- just your typical natural death by old age. In fact, Hatsue Usui had left this world sleeping while listening to her favorite music in the background, so Masumi should be happy for that at least.

He wasn’t.

He opens his eyes and stares blankly at the empty space beside him, random memories of him and his grandma flashing over his mind: Walks around town, shopping- even that first time she had baked a cake for his birthday.

Masumi had been angry. He was still young and wished his parents would come back from their international travels long enough to stop in and say hello. Hatsue rocked him for a while, blew his nose and after stroking lovingly his head, she began humming while mixing some ingredients. It ended up being the recipe for a chocolate cake, the only sweet he had ever fully enjoyed.

His eyelids feel heavy.

When had it been the last time he had had some of his grandma’s cooking?

It’s 4:37 am when Masumi realizes he had lost the battle against sleep at some point in the night. A strange vertigo seizes him and forces him to clutch the sheets until his fingers ache, trying to flee from the incessant hammering of his head.

More memories come in waves, clinging to him and spreading the emptiness that had gripped him the whole day throughout his body.

He then realizes he was still wearing his uniform, all wrinkled by now. As he walks down the staircase from the upper floor, he also notices Tsuzuru isn’t on his bed nor anywhere inside the room, probably to leave him some space.

Great. It’s the first time since his grandma passed away that he’s feeling something and it’s bordering on guilt. Masumi hates it. Hates everything right now.

He reaches down to put his jacket on, and as he opens the door, five pairs of eyes lay on him.

“M-masumi-kun!”

“Oh, it is Masumi!”

The boy narrows his eyes, looking around suspiciously and confused. The whole spring troupe was laying on the floor, futons and blankets covering almost all the hallway floor in front of his and Tsuzuru’s room. He even notices they had a weird set of candles and lights surrounding them as to not be in complete darkness.

“…What are you doing.”

“We are scamming the nightmares away so you can sleep!”

“Wait- you mean scaring the nightmares away, right? That just now sounded way too shady.”

“Yes! That is correct, Tsuzuru!”

“Sleep, uh” Itaru yawns from his own futon “That sounds great right now”

“Okay, you two should stop talking.”

“How are you feeling?” Chikage chimes in, ignoring the sudden bickering forming.

Purple-eyes stare back. Usually Masumi would have dodged the question and left them all there, but tonight his feet stay where he is. “I don’t know” he answers numbly.

There’s a moment of silence. He sees how their faces change to an emotion he doesn’t know how to describe, and suddenly he wants to turn back inside once more and not come back.

“Here Masumi-kun, you can- um, have this blanket if you want to sit with us?” Sakuya stands up wavering, trying to see his response. Nothing. “Citron has a thermo with some tea made by Guy-san and Omi-san left us some onigiri too if you are-”

“I’m not hungry”

Something must have gone wrong in the process of him glaring at Sakuya to keep his personal space, because instead of backing away, the spring leader takes a few steps towards him to guide him to a free futon he imagines they prepared for him. The red head places a blanket on top of him, and while Masumi jolts from the contact, he doesn’t retreat. He silently allows himself to be sat in the loose semi-circle.

No one forces him to say anything. The only sound coming from the wind and the rustle of the trees from the courtyard.

Masumi looks slightly to his left. The moonlight reflects off Chikage’s glasses, hiding his eyes. His face still as a statue, unreadable yet solemn. Next to him, Itaru’s head is lazily leaning back on the wall, eyes trained on the phone -though if Masumi paid attention, he could have seen he was basically moving from one app to another.

Tsuzuru’s groans come from in front of him. He looks like he’s about to pass out at any moment, pinching himself slightly every time he dozes off while Citron hums serenely, hair slipping from silver to orange to match the bright light of the consuming candles. Masumi can feel the ex-prince eyes resting on him from time to time.

Sakuya is the closest to him. Their shoulders bump from time to time, and his shoulder feels on fire. The boy suddenly sneezes, shaking Masumi slightly in the process.

“Want another blanket?”

“Ah, yes. Thanks, Itaru-san”

There’s a lump in Masumi’s throat, and he feels sick more than upset. More than anything, really.

“What if I hadn’t come out”

The sentence doesn’t register in Masumi’s head until it’s out of his mouth. Citron and Sakuya instantly turn to him confused while Itaru’s watches him with the kind of careful that Chikage also wears. Tsuzuru scratches his eyes, frowning confused while processing the question.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Masumi frowns at the question thrown back by the scriptwright. No, it wasn’t. None of them even knew his grandma, why would they go through all of this?

“There was a possibility that you did" Sakuya is the one who replies before he can say anything. He’s smiling at him, his voice lingering in the air while a warm breeze hovers over them “And... we wanted to be there for you.”

Masumi doesn't like many people. Schoolmates and other people are mostly only tolerated- but right now, there’s a burst of raw emotion that makes him label them as family.

Not TV-family, of course. The ones with ‘very special episode’ problems solved in an hour or half. Real family. Family that grates your nerves yet can be relied on in a pinch because they're always there. Family that fluctuated between annoyingly childish and supportive. Family that fights and screams with you, but stays by your side and wraps you in warmth despite everything you might think of yourself. Loving you. Cherishing you.

A silent tear rolls down Masumi’s cheeks. Then another. And then some more.

His grandma had left. His pilar. His support. The only constant in his life for the last seventeen years and the only person he once thought he needed to be happy. And fuck him if he wouldn’t give up everything to see her once more.

A choked cry arises from his throat, a low keening sound filling the silence of the dorm. He closes his eyes tightly, fighting to breathe.

“Masumi?”

He quickly bows his head so that they don’t see the rest of his tears streaming down his face, and clenches his jaw as his body trembles from the effort of not making a sound. Too late. He can already feel their stares set on him.

Sakuya hesitates, but despite the young troupe member having clearly signalled with his body language that he didn’t want to be touched, his arms lean to embrace his shivering figure.

“Sakuya, let’s let him-“

But the red-head is already pressed himself on him, holding him tighter. And somehow, Masumi doesn’t brush him off this time.

The others exchange a silent dialogue and soon enough, Masumi feels fingers running through his hair.

A hand making soothing motions on his back.

Even two pairs of hands place themselves onto his and squeeze them.

Masumi finally lets out a sob against his skin, grief setting in. Hot tears flood down his face. Once more no one says anything, they only exchange a similar look- a shared relief at finally seeing the young boy expressing his pain outloud.

They stay with him until he doesn’t have any more strength to cry. That’s all they can do. Not to try to mend the broken pieces of his heart nor to quell his cries, but to remind him that they are there. That Masumi still has them as well as the rest of Mankai to support him- and they aren’t going to leave.

His troupe is there to take care of him, so he can let go. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough for tonight.

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I don’t know where I wanted to go with this but yeah, Masumi is a soft baby that has a lot of potential but it was done dirty. I wanna hug him.

Wishing you all a wonderful day! 💕

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First,,,, CONGRATS ON 500 BB!! YOU DESERVED IT!! And uhhh if it's not much a bother can I request Shinsou Hitoshi with 6 and 13 (if it's alright! If youre not comfortable with doing it you can do whatever youre comfortable with, I care abt your well being more than the fic that Im requesting) and I dont really uh care if its hc or a drabble or smth cuz im inlove with anything and everything that you make! Again congrats! Have a nice day :))

Title: Whatever You Say

Prompt: Accidental Text, Hate-to-Love

Warning(s): Mild language

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi X Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: Drabble, working through feelings

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: THANK YOU ISSA!! 🥺💖I’m so glad you requested!! Bc I’m trying to keep these shorter like “drabbles” I had a hard time doing like,, full on hate to love so this is more like resentment to friends with implications of hidden feelings?? AHAHA but uhhh yeah, I hope you all enjoy 🥺and in case you missed it, my last year of college has started, so I will be updating less frequently, but I will still be around and writing and vibing!🤗

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Oh shit.

You flew down the hall, bursting into Kaminari’s bedroom without knocking. The blonde sat up quickly at your intrusion, but relaxed slightly upon seeing it was you.

“What’s up speed racer?” He joked, folding his legs up to make room for you on the bed. You walked up to the side of the bed, dropping your knees on the edge and falling forward face-down onto the covers.

“I messed up, Denki,” You groaned, rolling over onto your back and staring at the ceiling. “I sent a text to Shinsou-”

He let out a little snort. “Now that’s unusual.”

“Yeah,” You agreed. “Because it was a text that was not meant for him.”

“It couldn’t have been that bad, right?” He asked, now a little nervous. You couldn’t blame him. You and Kaminari had clicked instantly at the beginning of your first year at U.A., and now you’d pretty much consider him your best friend, and you his. But come the end of first year, with the trial and following announcement that Shinsou Hitoshi, general ed student, would be transfering into the hero course- and more specifically- your class, Kaminari Denki had seemed to collect himself yet another best friend.

And you had made your first rival.

You hadn’t wanted to. But when you had first heard about Shinsou’s quirk, people couldn’t help but compare it to yours. As long as you maintained skin to skin contact, you could command another person to do anything that you wanted. Paired with your athletic background (which started when you were young, at the insistence of your parents that it’d “prepare you for hero training”) you were clearly the superior “mind control” student. You didn’t understand why another one was needed in the hero course. Wasn’t he just fine being in the general course?

But of course he had to join class 2A, become Aizawa’s favorite, and start to steal the attention of your best friend.

But Kaminari was his own person, and he made his own choices about when he hung out with the two of you. It really wasn’t fair to put him in the middle of your mess of feelings. And even though he was Shinsou’s friend, you knew he would keep your secrets.

You turned onto your side to look at him. “Here just- read this.” You shoved your phone at him. He took it in his hand, his face contorting into a grimace as he read your mistake once, twice, three times.

“...Why the hell did you send him this?” You slapped your hands against your face in embarrassment and despair. He mockingly cleared his throat. “‘Can you believe purple hair beat me in today’s exercise? Why does he have to basically have my quirk? If he wasn’t so hot I’d be really pissed.’” Kaminari let out a whistle. “Wow, now there is a lot to unpack here, hun.”

You winced. “Yeah, that text was supposed to go to Mina, but I mean- fucking hell, I don’t know?” You ran your hands over your face. “I guess I somehow just clicked the wrong contact and instead it went to him! And it’s even worse that he hasn’t responded about it yet.” You’d never outright said to Shinsou that you disliked him, but you had to assume he knew, and felt the same way about you.

“I didn’t know you thought he was hot,” Kaminari said, wiggling his eyebrows. You launched a pillow at him that he ducked.

“C’mon, anyone with a brain can see that he’s attractive,” You muttered. “It’s the same as Todoroki, or maybe Bakugou if you took away some of the attitude.”

He let out a sigh. “Yeah you’re right.” After a moment of silence he pressed your phone back into your hand. “Anyways, I think the best approach would be to sort it out face to face. Texting can make things too muddled sometimes.”

“Since when did you have so much wisdom?”

He nudged you with a knee. “Hey, there’s a reason you came running to me.”

“I suppose you’re right.” It’ll probably be really awkward and not fun, but you should try to explain yourself in person.

Which is how you found yourself on the outskirts of the woods by the dorm buildings watching Shinsou workout, your presence still unnoticed as his back was turned to you. Kaminari had directed you here, knowing that his friend often trained here on his own.

Suddenly he relaxed his stance, speaking without turning around. “What, you got more to say to me than what was in that text?”

You gritted your teeth at his words. What is up with his attitude!? “Yeah, well maybe I do.” You crossed your arms, shifting most of your weight onto one foot.

Shinsou glanced over his shoulder. “Sucks for you, I’m busy.” He reached down to the ground and slung his towel over his shoulder. “Since my quirk is clearly inferior to yours, I need to keep training.” You winced slightly at his words.

“Hey, I never said it like that-”

“Yeah, well you didn’t have to.” He sighed before turning to face you fully. “Look, I get it, you feel like I’m trying to take your spot here at U.A. Well just- don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll stay out of your way.”

As he began walking away, you found yourself stepping after him. “Shinsou, it’s not fair to phrase it that way.”

He stopped and turned to face you once more. “What do you know about ‘not fair’?” Shinsou took a step closer to you. “‘Not fair’ is getting into the general class, only to see someone just like me being praised for their power in the hero course. ‘Not fair’ is working as hard as I can to make my dreams come true, only to find out that I still have to compete against you. ‘Not fair’ is wanting to so desperately hate you for it all, but I can’t. Not when I see your strength, your power, your drive and ambition, and I can’t help but admire it. Admire you.” He let out a soft snort of mock amusement to himself. “I do kind of hate you for that, though.”

You stood there in silence. What do I even say to that? Shinsou watched you warily, waiting for a reaction.

“I don’t hate you, not really,” You said slowly. As good a place to start as any. “Resented you, yes, but hate is a strong word.” As you continued talking, your mouth let more and more words spill out, words you didn’t even know you had wanted to say. “And yeah, I was worried that you’d ‘take my spot’ or whatever, but I think that was the competitive nature of this school getting to me. They support friendly competition between students, but maybe I took that too much to heart.” You toed at the ground, slowly looking up to meet his eyes. “I was worried about you joining our class because I think you have amazing control over your quirk and you’re really talented. You really do have the potential to be an incredible hero. And I think… I’d like it better if we were friends, instead of pitting ourselves against each other.”

As you waited for Shinsou’s response, you started to get antsy. Why do I care so much about what he’s going to say?

Finally he answered. “Alright. Friends is a good place to start.” He held his hand out to you, as if to shake on it. Hesitatingly you reached out, your fingers firmly grasping his. He tightened his grip. “Should we also acknowledge that you said I was hot in your text?”

His words brought on a wave of nerves, and you yanked your hand back as if it were on fire. “That- That was a typo!” He began walking back towards the dorms with you hurrying to catch up to him.

As you matched his stride, he huffed out a laugh and sent you a knowing smile. “Sure, whatever you say.”

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ashestoashesjc · 4 years

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A Necromancer & His Zombie Boyfriend At The Farmers’ Market

Short Story 1/(2)/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10

From the gun gray expanse of the asphalt parking lot, Ulrick and Sett looked on to a dozen rows of eggshell canopies, the vibrant, succulent wares therein contained, and a no-less-vibrant throng of bright, friendly faces, with all the burbling anticipation of a Roman century preparing to march into hopeless battle.

“Grrrurrr. <We don’t have to do this, you know,>” said Sett, giving Ulrick his approximation of a gentle slap on the back, but one that still managed to rob him of his balance. “ GgrrrRrrr. <I don’t mind going to supermarkets on the other side of town fifteen minutes before they close to avoid people.> Rrrrr. <It’s romantic.>”

Sett’s taut, sparse skin didn’t allow him the greatest range of expressive nuance, but Ulrick suspected it was less romantic than he was letting on.

“No, this is happening,” Ulrick said, regaining his stance and casually brushing off his shorts. “I mean, this farmers’ market is still on the other side of town, but it’s daytime. Baby steps.” He took Sett’s hands in his own and brought them to his lips before his lowering them again.

“Just... y’know...” he started. “Keep a low profile.”

Sett nodded, adjusted the baby blue bandanna wrapped around his neck until it covered everything but his eyes, pulled his turtleneck’s sleeves to his wrists, and then shot Ulrick a thumbs up.

Their first step past the threshold hit them like a wave with the overwhelming impression that they were shopping well outside their tax bracket. Surprisingly, weird, macabre magicians and the undead dudes they make out with weren’t in high demand for gainful employment opportunities.

Hemp totes, straw hats with wide, floppy brims, oxford button-downs, and ethereal sundresses surrounded them on every side, like they’d stumbled onto the photo shoot for a summer catalog and would be promptly escorted out. Ulrick almost wished they would escort him out. He felt out of place, and not just because buying more than two cucumbers could bankrupt them. What if they were discovered?

This had admittedly been a constant concern of Ulrick’s when venturing out into public with Sett, and the background of judgmental yuppies couldn’t help. But this was important.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and halted his thought train to look up and see the vaguely worried scrunch of Sett’s eyebrows. “You alright?” Sett signed.

Ulrick smiled and tucked his arm around Sett’s. “Peachy,” he said. “Now, let’s get to window shopping.”

“Yeah,” Sett signed, alongside a low, hoarse chuckle. “We can’t afford any of this.”

The two weaved their way through row after row of white-capped stalls, packed high with produce so ripe and symmetrically sublime, Eden’s gardener would want tips. Occasionally, Ulrick would gravitate toward a vendor and inspect a pepper or gourd or rutabaga, excitedly detailing their properties and functionalities in the art of necromancy, and how banging they taste in stew. Sett, past the “eating” stage of his nonlife, was nonetheless entranced with Ulrick’s passion.

But then the first scream came, and they knew it was time to relocate.

There were far more strollers than one might expect in any venue that wasn’t a daycare, and children invariably screamed their faces purple when confronted with Sett, zombie-visage covered or not, so they spent the day bouncing around like pinballs every time they ran into a scream-flipper.

This was, perhaps, more fun than it should have been; made even more fun in their lightning round when Sett would slingshot from stroller to stroller, leaving a banshee shriek of wailing infants in his wake.

Satisfied with the day’s torment, they situated themselves at a stand parallel to the entrance, giving them a clear view of the area with the highest foot traffic.

“What about him?” Ulrick said, pointing to a fellow in a navy blue cardigan, his blond crest of hair frozen in place with holding gel.

“Hmm. Pass. I don’t want to eat the brain that thought that was a good look,” signed Sett.

“Alright, what about her?” Ulrick asked. She had long brunette hair, a pair of dirt-caked overalls, and a carrot-filled wicker basket held to one hip.

“Pass,” Sett signed.

“What? Why?” said Ulrick.

“She looks like she enjoys gardening. I hate gardening.”

“Jeez, you’re a picky eater. Uh...” Ulrick purveyed the area. “How about her?” He gestured to a well-dressed woman standing at a stall and violently shaking cantaloupes, with two toddlers standing nearby on a leash.

Sett used his hand as a visor to get a better look. “Oh, snack,” he signed. “Someone’s gotta free those kids.”

Ulrick stopped giggling long enough to search for another person, pausing at a muscular man in a gray, fitted tee, with his hair thrown into a messy bun. “Okay, him. What about him?”

“Meh. Pass,” Sett signed, seeming to barely acknowledge the farmers’ market Adonis.

“Oh, come on. Really? You’re gonna pass on that?”

“Eh, just not my type, really.”

“Not your type!” Ulrick repeated. “I’ve seen you eat literal roadkill!”

“And yet you still kiss me. So, who’s the weird one here?”

“It’s still you, my guy.”

Sett scoffed. “If you like him so much, why don’t you eat him?” he signed.

His disbelief teetered from amusement to annoyance.

"I would totally eat him!" Ulrick shouted, a bit more intensely than he'd expected.

Without Ulrick noticing, the farmers' market had gone ghost town quiet. His eyes flitted around to all of the bemused faces, the manbun he’d been hypothetically sautéing included, and then quickly to Sett for moral support, but found him hunched over a stall, studiously comparing the firmness of two tomatoes. "Uh..." Ulrick sputtered to a disconcerted, now mumbling smattering of onlookers. "You know, like... in a sex way?" After a moment, the ambiance shifted with a chorus of 'ah's and a lone 'still gross.' Farmers' market commotion shortly resumed as if the topic of cannibalism had never been on the forum floor. He had to regroup before his questioning glare could have its intended withering effect. Sett simply shrugged and signed, "You told me to keep a low profile." Ulrick paused and then tried in vain not to snicker. "Oh, drop dead," he said, rolling his eyes.

#flash fiction #A Necromancer & His Zombie Boyfriend

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Homestuck 2! Chapter 13! The funeral!

One thing I’ve noticed about these Homestuck Chapters is that they are exclusively Meat or Candy, and we never cut from one to the other in a chapter. Presumably this is setting up a “rule” that will be “broken” in a really dramatic moment (a la “Pearl doesn’t Shapeshift” in Steven Universe). Or it’ll be an anticlimax joke. Or, given the occasionally sloppiness of the writing team, it’ll happen randomly this chapter right around the point the trend is starting to become noticeable. Anyway. Jane is speaking, and it’s a funeral, so presumably this is Candyland and this is a chapter with Yiffy in it.

Are those the Derse and Prospit colors in that church?

Why are there so many trolls in the audience if Jane’s a human supremacist and humans and trolls are at war? I know HS2 sanded off the grimdarkness of the epilogues, but is there even a war anymore? Or is it just a family squabble between the gods? Jane conspicuously avoids mentioning the Trolls, but references the “Human Nation State”, formerly known as the Human Kingdom. If the Humans are now an independent nation then what exactly is Jane the president of? If there’s a one world government, then what the hell is Jane talking about? Why does anyone give a shit what she thinks of troll breeding if the four nations live in harmony are independently run? What is the political situation of Earth C, exactly? Is there an open war? Is Karkat leading like a terrorist cell? Who’s in charge of the Troll Kingdom?

Maybe it doesn’t super matter because the story is less about politics and more about “Bluh bluh, Jane’s a huge bitch”, but I’m kind of curious as to what the facts on the ground are.

Speaking of things I don’t understand that will hopefully be explained soon. What’s Yiffy even doing here? I guess to be revealed to the world and executed?

JANE: And my first memory of our Purple Prince

Classpect speculation time! Everyone’s favorite! “Prince” is a class, and it’s even capitalized here so we don’t miss it, but Gamzee wasn’t a Prince, he was a Bard. The joke may be as simple as “Jane doesn’t really care about Gamzee”, but it could also be foreshadowing, as Prince and Bard are opposite classes and inversions and all the BladeKind Eyewear stuff.

It takes Jake a few seconds of puzzled eye contact before he catches exactly what it is Yiffany is tossing down. In his defense, he is distracted by his wife’s speech, which is doing the emotional equivalent of wringing him out like a wet towel, before using that towel to slap the sweaty buttocks of a large, odorous man. Even if he knows everything she’s saying is a load of horsefeathers, it does nothing for his composure to hear her heap praise on that smelly, homewrecking clown.

This narration is trying way too hard to be quirky.

He narrows his eyes in Yiffany’s direction. She’s a lovely girl, really

Oh good, a weird throwaway implication that middle-aged Jake English is sexually attracted to his own teenage granddaughter who he’s literally holding by a leash at the time. That’s just phenomenal. Thanks, Homestuck.

I do love that, as soon as Jake accidentally-on-purpose lets her go, Yiffy chooses not to escape but to just fucking charge at Jane. As a character who doesn’t talk (but could talk at any time, another “rule” being built up to be broken at a dramatic moment), Yiffy has to be characterized by her actions, which thus makes her way more, well, active than anyone else in Homestuck 2 or really even in Homestuck 1. Even Vriska would filibuster a bit here before attacking, and Spades Slick would have some dramatic narration, but Yiffy gets none of that, just wild abandon, attacking a woman who is blah blah blah-ing endlessly.

Obviously this isn’t an all-purpose “correct” choice for every story, but I think having Yiffy be silent and the narration not clueing us into her thoughts works really well for her. It gives her a bit of mystery (void?), lets us project into her a little which inherently makes her more sympathetic, and makes her very fresh and different in a comic that’s mostly known for giant walls of introspective dialogue. She’s a bit of a counterweight to the comic’s excesses, in that way.

JANE: I was born on proto-Earth, that half-finished dystopia mangled by the ravages of foolish leadership and endless war.

I legitimately don’t know if the point of this line is “Jane, who had a rich and privileged upbringing, is pretending she didn’t in order to score political points” or “Fuck Obama”.

JANE: It would be simple to let this disgusting, vile, SHAMEFUL act of spiteful revenge turn us away from the blinding light of the sword of justice that hangs over us all--

For fuck’s sake.

Writers.

If you’re going to have a villain ironically monologue about how “justice” is coming for everyone, unaware that a hero is about to attack her, and the villain says that justice “hangs over us all”, then why is the hero attacking from beneath her? Why not have Yiffy, like, lass scamper up to the rafters and then be dropping down on Jane as she says this line? Wouldn’t that work stronger? A low angle shot of Jane saying justice hangs above us all, blissfully unaware of Yiffy in the background dropping down on her? Come on. It’s right there.

Oh, okay, never mind. Yiffy is not attacking Jane, she’s childishly and ineffectively stomping on Gamzee’s coffin. That’s....much less cool than what I thought was happening, but it’s still okay for something to be not cool. I guess Yiffy, child of the two smartest characters in Homestuck, is a bit of a dipshit.

I do like that Jane is just continuing with her speech as if nothing is happening.

Wait, they have Gamzee’s body? Isn’t Jane’s super-power raising the dead? I get why Jane isn’t doing that, but you’d think someone in-universe would’ve asked, unless she’s planning to do it right now.

Does the president of the world and/or the Human Nation State not have bodyguards?

Ah, there we go. Now the Sword of Justice is hanging above Jane, who’s realizing that the shock collar isn’t working as well as expected and that she might be in trouble here. I just had to be more patient, we got there eventually.

JANE: After everything I’ve done for you--paying for your education, helping your parents cover up your existence from the world!

(Honestly, the sudden reveal of a hitherto unknown CHILD OF THE GODS should probably be a big deal to the people of Earth C, but none of them matter)

There he flies--in his gangly, purple, necrotizing glory. A phantom honk seems to hang above the congregation, as if from an echo of a time long past. A simpler time. A time before we had to deal with this disgusting clown’s bloated corpse every other update. He vanishes into the seething crowd, and we are confident that we will never have to deal with this asshole ever again.

The more the narrator opines on what’s going on, the more I question who the fuck it is. I thought it was Alpha Calliope, who was drawing weird stories with “lots of nudity”, but Calliope was all gung-ho on Gamzee’s redemption arc.

But also I kind of hate the Candy narration? I get that we’re supposed to be going “Wait who is this” and the constant editorializing is meant to call attention to this question, but let’s take it down 20% fellas?

The stained glass window shatters inward, obliterated to stardust. The war is knocking.

Ah, so there is a war. And Jane stood in front of a giant-ass window on live TV in a church with no security in it? These are the dumbest fucking people, I swear to god.

#Homestuck 2 #Homestuck 2 Liveblog

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lukneetoonz · 4 years

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From Across The Room

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Summary: Shinsou spots you from across the room, and suddenly there’s nothing else he wants more in the world.

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Female Reader

Warnings: Drinking (be responsible pls), mentions of uncomfortable touching situations,

Word Count: 1,698

A/N: This is a special for getting to 100 followers!! Loosely based on the song ‘Dance, Baby!’ By Boy Pablo, ‘Strangers in The Night’ by Frank Sinatra, and ‘Beautiful’ by Bazzi. Tbh at this point I should just make a playlist so you guys could have some bangers. But in all seriousness, thank you all for the love and support lately, it’s meant a lot. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it’s meant. I love you all 🥺👉👈

NO ARTWORK POSTED IS MY OWN AND IS FOUND ON PINTEREST

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Shinsou Hitoshi was not a partier. If it was up to him, he’d be home playing video games, eating chips and drinking a bang energy until he could hear the birds chirp beyond his black out curtains. But here he was, sitting on a couch next to his blonde friend that was practically having sex with a random girl he met with horrible music playing in the background. Drink in hand, Shinsou looked up at the makeshift dance floor only to have his breath taken away by a girl he could swear was an angel on this god forsaken earth. You were dancing with some of your friends, smiling as you tried to sing along to the song the best you could.

As you were blissfully unaware of the lilac colored eyes watching your form in fondness, a man approached you from behind and gripped onto your hips and pulled you into him to dance, the action making Shinsou scowl. What was he thinking? Of course a beautiful girl like you would have many others pining after you, he’s sure you wouldn’t even look in direction. Hell, the only reason people know his name is because he’s friends with Kaminari and Midoryia, and not by choice. Ever since becoming a pro-hero, he decided to take Aizawa’s route and go underground because he could care less about fame and attention, he just cared about helping people.

Shinsou was lost in his thoughts; he didn’t even notice your own look of discomfort as you tried to nudge the guy away unsuccessfully. The indigo haired man only noticed when he heard your soft voice speak up, even if it should have gone unnoticed with the background noise, he noticed. “Let go of me.” Was all you had to say for the young pro hero to stand up and be by your side in an instant. Towering over both you and the Male he raised an eyebrow, “Why are you still here if she said to let go?” His deep voice got your attention and you couldn’t believe your long time crush came to your rescue.

You had gone to UA, but you were in the support course and you still did support hero work, in fact you worked with Kirishima. Kirishima would actually have you help the other pro hero’s a lot too since your quirk came in handy a lot of times; you were able to see anything damaged or weakened just by looking at it. So you could easily tell a person's injuries or see what’s wrong with their costume and fix it faster than anyone. Because of this, you had known Kaminari quite well, since he was a little clumsy sometimes and he needed help to figure out what was wrong with his gadgets and you never hesitated to help, because sometimes shinsou would be there and you’d sneak a peak at him.

That’s why when he was towering over you with such an intimidating look, your whole body froze. Heat rushing to (S/C) cheeks as you couldn’t even force yourself to look away. After years of pining he actually noticed your presence? Shaking your emotions off you focus on the situation before you, subconsciously moving closer to the purple eyed boy. “Man you know how crazy bitches can be! She was grinding on me and then just got all weird, Cmon just walk away and we both avoid trouble” the man's words make you want to vomit as you looked at Shinsou with terrified eyes, which merely confirmed to him what he was already thinking.

Nodding he sighed before grabbing your waist and pulling you away fully from the man and anyone who truly knew Shinsou would say he was practically seething with anger, even if he came off calm and collected. “I’ll only say this one time, ‘man’, so listen good. If I ever catch you touching a woman when she doesn’t want it, I’ll personally break both of your hands in ways you never knew. Now, turn around and go home before I second guess my decision on letting you go.” The man didn’t even reply and just mutely listened to Shinsou so you only assumed there were quirks involved.

Turning, you moved to fully face Shinsou and smiled shyly, avoiding his gaze. “Thank you… Uh for helping me…” A lazy smirk found itself on Shinsou’s face as he shrugged, hand still on your waist. “It was nothing, I see a beautiful woman in danger and I help, it’s what I do.” (E/C) eyes flew up to meet his as your face heated up, “Wh- beautiful? Did you, Shinsou Hitoshi, call me beautiful?” Your knowledge of him seemed to shock him as he raised his eyebrows at you and tilted his head, “You know who I am?” Pulling your lip in between your teeth, you nodded shyly, not even being able to find the right words to answer him.

Shinsou himself gulped as he stared at you, not liking how his eyes drifted to your lips. The beating of his heart was loud in his ears as he thought about how you knew him, yet you still didn’t shy away from his touch. With a quirk that’s been called villainous, Shinsou has been judged most of his life. It didn’t help with his personality being cocky and seemingly self centered, so when you smiled at him while saying his name, it’s like he was housing a butterfly garden in his stomach. “I-I went to UA too… except I was in the support course… but I always admired your determination to be a hero. It’s very reputable.”

Okay now he was just gonna slap himself. You went to UA? How could he have not noticed you!? Yet you noticed him, not only did you notice him but you admired him! A blush spread across his pale skin, as his focus was on you and only you. “What’s your name? I mean, it’s only fair since you know mine” Now your heart beat was rapid as you played with your clothing. “You can call me Y/N…” Y/N… what a beautiful name, and it fit you so well. Replaying it over in his head, he chuckled a little before saying it out loud. “Y/N… I like it.”

If you died in that second, you wouldn’t care. Shinsou Hitoshi, likes your name. Oh god you’re going back to your highschool ways… although highschool you would have probably fainted already or ran away screaming. “I like you too- wait no- I mean I like it too. Not you too!” Shit, you were so weird. He’s gonna hate you and talk about you to Kaminari who’s gonna tell everyone- “Man, and here I wanted to take you out. But I only take out the ones who like me” he smirked smugly, making you choke on air. “Really?” Shinsou chuckled, nodding his head as he traced your jawline with his finger. “Really really.”

“Then boy do I like you , I've liked you since highschool!” Maybe that was too much information, but you wanted- no needed that date. Shinsou smiled softly and blushed, grabbing his phone and opening contacts handing you the device, “Well, I'm gonna need your number then” nodding, you grabbed his phone and put in your information, gulping as you couldn’t believe this was happening. “Y/N C'mon you’re our DD!!” Damn your friends for ruining your moment. Damn them to the seven circles of hell. Honestly, you debated on acting like you didn’t know them but they came and draped themselves onto you, making Shinsou chuckle. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

*•*

After having to take care of your drunk friends you finally walked into your own place and sighed happily, going and changing into pajamas. As you flopped into your bed, your phone buzzed and you saw an unknown number had texted you and you pulled it up, furrowing your eyebrows as you forgot everything that happened.

Shinsou: ‘Hey, it’s Shinsou :)’

Oh my god. He texted you. He actually wants to know you. Before you could even respond you noticed that he texted you basically right after you left the party, which was hours ago. You ruined everything, he must hate you. How could you have not noticed that he texted? Dragging you out of your thoughts was the buzz of your phone, looking down you saw the miracle of a double text.

Shinsou: ‘I hope this isn’t too weird, but did you get home okay?’

He’s so sweet you might just die. Smiling softly, you let your thumbs move as you typed a response back to the handsome pro hero. You saved his name to a new contact, chuckling at the name as you were unaware of the name he had made yours.

You: ‘I’m so sorry! I didn’t see your text! But yes, I just got home! I had to take care of those toddlers I call friends XD’

On the other side of the phone, the indigo haired boy took a breath of relief seeing you were okay because ‘Angel’ responded to his texts, and didn’t block him for double texting. Shinsou Hitoshi was happy for the first time in a while, hoping that he would be able to keep your presence in his life for a long time to come.

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Mob!Tom Holland - Fawn (8)

Shout out for the anon who asked me about college reader x Tom, please answer my question!

This is inspired by Don’t play with fire , @peaceisadirtyword. It’s an amazing Ivar fic, take a look if you have time! Previous parts in the general summary. Click here to read the previous parts!

Plot: The options are clear now; you either tell Tom the truth and risk him hating you, or you don’t and you keep putting him in danger. And more than ever, you’re sure you want what’s best for Tom.

“Lisa, I know you’re staring” you broke the silence, not bothering to turn around and watch her pretend she hadn’t been looking. “Quit it already, please”

The photocopier beeped in the background, finishing another round of blueprints for your last project. You were still looking at them in the computer, and had been doing so for at least an hour. It was hard to focus when half of your face was throbbing constantly and you were afraid that the slightest movement would tear the stiches on your forehead. The emergency doctor said that you might find some difficulties in focusing with the concussion, and he hadn’t been wrong.

“I’m not staring” Lisa scoffed from her spot behind you. “I was just – looking over there”

“To the wall or to the empty desks?” you scoffed. “I can feel you staring. Stop”

“Well, if I was staring, which I’m not, it wouldn’t be my fault” you heard the wheeled chair moving, and Lisa appeared on your right. “You’ve cracked your head open, half of your face is black and purple, and you won’t tell me why. I have reasons”

“And I have already told you that I fell down the stairs yesterday”

The lie felt sour on your tongue, the same way as when you had said it in front of the doctor last night. The middle aged man that had been in charge of the emergency room had given you a pointed glare, but hadn’t argued when stitching your head or applying some sticky cream on your cheek.

He had ignored the tear tracks on your face and you guessed it had to do with Richard specifically asking for him when you walked past the hospital’s door. Your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, had sat with you out of pure fear of you saying anything, and then had left you on your house without an apology.

You had spent the whole night awake staring at the ceiling, too hurt to cry and too shocked to do anything else. You tried to say to yourself that it hadn’t been Richard’s intention, that he had only wanted to slap you – your head hitting the counter and needing ten stitches wasn’t his fault. But not even your naïve self could believe it anymore.

“I just want to help, if I can” Lisa propped up against your table, leaning her head on her elbows and looking at you. “I’m not – good at friends, and stuff. But you’re my friend, and friends help each other, right?”

“Of course we’re friends” you turned to look at her and chose to ignore the side glance she gave to the other side of your face. “But really, it was just an accident. Nothing more”

“But if you were having any problems, you would tell me, right?”

“Why do you say that?” you frowned. Lisa shuddered and looked behind you, to the big window that lead to the street. She was quiet for a while, and you remembered that Lisa was much more intelligent that people gave her credit for. “Lisa”

“I just – I’ve met guys like Richard before, and they are all the same” she shrugged again, not meeting your eyes. “They are all fancy smiles and sweet kisses until you do something they don’t like and they become, you know, who they really are”

You looked at the girl in front of you and wondered what had happened in her life to make her say that. It occurred to you that you were mildly lucky – after all, it had only been Richard. But she talked as if she had met a lot of ‘Richard’s in her life. You were dying to ask her what she meant by that, but with a quick squeeze on your shoulder and a sad smile, she wheeled the chair back to her place and started typing in the computer. There were other two girls and a boy on the studio, all of them unaware of your conversation; just two people who had started hanging out together lately.

None of them had asked for your face, and that meant that Lisa was far away from the idea you first had of her. You turned back to your work with a small, painful smile. If something good had come out of Richard, it was your friendship with her.

Your mind went on her own accord to the other good thing, to Tom. You hadn’t talked to him since yesterday, and you really hoped not running into him any times soon. One thing was the small bruise you had had on your cheek because of the incident with Claudio, and the other was your face because of Richard. And if he had shot coldblooded to those men, you didn’t want to know what would happen to Richard.

Or more like, you didn’t want to know what would happen to you once he found out the whole truth. The poor excuse about not really doing it willingly or not giving information was becoming old, and the more time it went by, the more guilty you felt.

You were brought out of your thoughts when your phone vibrated in your desk, the screen lighted up. Your breath picked up when a message appeared, afraid it was Richard. But then you picked up the phone and saw the message.

Tom H [10:13]: Hey fawn

Your mouth fell open when you opened the conversation and saw Tom’s contact staring back at you. His photo was some weird selfie with that blonde bartender, Harrison, you had met the first night, although you couldn’t see them right. Still in a haze, you clicked on the contact info and started at the photo. Tom Holland wasn’t the scary mobster that had shot men without blinking, but a boy with squeezed eyes, a big smile and with a cap backwards, leaning on Harrison’s shoulder.

You went back to the conversation and saw that Tom had sent himself a message when you had given him your phone; not that you had had time to think about it.

Tom H [10:13]: Hope you’re not mad? Cause I’m freaking like a teenager whose crush hasn’t texted him after a fight

You snorted a laugh and quickly covered it with your hand, not wanting anyone in your business. Lisa had gone to the other side of the room to make a phone call, and one of the girls was attending someone. Not seeing any risks, you made yourself comfortable and took the phone with both of your hands.

Y/N [10:13]: should I be?

Tom H [10:14]: Is that a tricky question? I’m not good at this things

Y/N [10:14]: no, I’m not mad 😂

Y/N [10:14]: shouldn’t you be doing something mobsty? Like stealing candies from little kids

Tom H [10:14]: I’m the type of guy who gives them, sorry to disappoint

Tom H [10:14]: omg that sounded so bad

Tom H [10:14]: How do you delete a message

Y/N [10:14]: too late, I’m reporting it to the police

Y/N [10:14]: if any FBI agent is reading this pls arrest him

Tom H [10:15]: Wouldn’t you like to see me in handcuffs, fawn

You bit your lip as you thought of an answer, momentarily forgetting the throbbing of your face. It was easy, when all that occupied your mind was Tom. Tom, and his cheeky smile that you could almost see through the phone. Tom, and his intoxicating smell that you could never get tired of. Tom, and the warm fuzzy feeling you got whenever you were with him.

Conversation flowed quickly easily between the two of you, with lots of teasing, jokes and smiles. It helped you to forget about Richard, as it always happened when you were with him. Each message that Tom sent you made you reaffirm in your decision of the previous night; you had to cut off any kind of contact with Richard, had to keep him as far away as you could from you, and maybe ask Tom if he would like to catch coffee with you.

The last part, in some way, made your whole day.

Lisa had made her way to you once more, that time much more less discreet. On your lunch break, which you had almost missed talking to Tom and not doing any work at all, she had occupied your desk at the café on the other side of the street. It had been the only free desk, so with a resigned sigh that showed that you didn’t want to, you sat by her side. Immediately, and not even looking a bit ashamed, she folded everything she had been ‘working’ on and put her laptop away on her bag. Which was an horrible bright yellow colour, and was hard to ignore from the other side of the desk.

You ordered your usual lunch package; a sandwich, an apple and a water bottle, using the discount people on your business had from proximity. She kept quiet as Rosie, the young girl who served you, asked you about your life in general. She gave your bruise a discreet glance, and you dismissed her by saying it had been your clumsy self. Rosie didn’t say anything else, and left to serve other tables after a few minutes.

Just as you were about to take the first bite of your sandwich, Lisa opened her mouth of non-ending comments.

“Who have you been texting all morning?” Lisa propped her elbows on the desk, and raised a brow. “Because I’ve never seen you so distracted before. Was it a lover I should know about? Finally dumped Richard and you didn’t tell me?”

If anything, what she said only made you feel worse. It wasn’t as if she was just telling you that she knew Richard had done it, but it still hit close home. You weren’t talking to a new lover, but to Tom. Although you didn’t know where did you stand with him, because what you felt when you were with him wasn’t the same as when you were with a friend.

You wondered what was the answer to the last question. Technically, the last words you had said to him were that you wanted to break up, and you still held your ground – you doubted you were going to change it. But that inner voice that had been your loyal friend since you met Tom told you that things with Richard weren’t over yet.

“Uh, I was just texting Tom” you shrugged. Lisa already knew that you talked with him, and that you knew she wouldn’t judge you for it.

“Which question are you answering?” she chuckled, grabbing a piece of her own pasta plate.

“You know which one, Lisa” you said, not really in the mood of her teasing.

Your relationship with Lisa had changed drastically, and one thing that you had improved was in communicating. She had adapted to your way of living and you had adapted to her outgoing behaviour. So she didn’t say anything else about it, choosing only to nod and take another bite. The café wasn’t silent at all, but all you could think were your thoughts.

You were more than aware of the gravity of the situation with Richard, and you knew that he shouldn’t have done it. That, not even counting what he made you do by going to the club, his behaviour was inexcusable. You ate your sandwich in silence, while Lisa made her occasional remark, as if she was afraid of peace. Even if you wanted to think about something else, it was hard when every bite you took made your face ache.

After you had eaten half of your sandwich and had decided that you wouldn’t have any other bite without throwing up, you made your decision. You left it on the trail and used the napkin. Lisa turned to look at you, as if she knew you were going to say something important. You looked at her briefly and then went back to tear the piece of paper in small pieces, wanting to have something in your hands while you said it.

“It was Richard” you muttered, even knowing no one could hear you. You heard Lisa leaving her fork and moving her chair closer. Her hand rested against your shoulder and she squeezed it, but you didn’t look. “I wanted to break up with him yesterday, and he got – it was as if he had gone mad. Shouting, a-and denying it. We had just had an argument. I told him that… he had gone too far, and he just, uh, backhanded me. I fell, hit my head open and he drove to the hospital in silence. Made sure I didn’t say anything and left. And… he still hasn’t said anything, has keys to my house and – I don’t know what to do”

The confession felt like a rush of fresh air, as if you had taken a weight off your chest. Lisa’s hand was still on your shoulder, probably thinking about the possibilities you had thought about the previous night. No calling the police because Richard was the chief, not running away because you had nowhere to go so that he wouldn’t find you, and no telling anyone in town because he would know. Her finger adorned with a long fake nail brushed against your skin, and you almost broke down right there.

Saying it out loud made you feel much more hopeless. Richard could be waiting for you in your living room with his slippers and pyjamas, and you couldn’t do anything. Lisa seemed to reach the same conclusion anyone without the rest of the story would have reached.

“You have to tell Tom” Lisa moved the chain again until there was no physical space between the two of you. “He’s really fond of you, and Richard can’t really do anything with the mob. He’ll –“

“I can’t, Lisa” you hitched a breath and swallowed a sob. “I can’t”

“Why? Tom will know what to do. And he hates Richard as much as I do”

You raised your eyes from the trail and looked at her. Lisa held so much hope and compassion in her eyes that you felt horrible. You felt dirty, knowing that in a way you had used her too; or Richard had. What you two had was pure, because you had seen more of what Richard wanted you to see in Lisa. You thought about the pros and cons of telling her the whole story, and you decided you had to start somewhere if you really wanted Richard out of your life.

Pushing your trail away, you started by telling her how he had talked you about the Holland’s about two months ago, the first important file he shared with you. You told her about your ‘mission’ on the club the first night, how you chickened out and Richard left. How he wasn’t afraid of screaming at you that you didn’t love him, and how you didn’t really do anything against Tom. You also told Lisa about Dom, Claudio, and the origin of the argument with Richard about the micros.

“I can’t tell him, Lisa. Even if I didn’t mean to, I basically sold him to the police” you finished, the napkin dissolved in paper dust.

“You didn’t, Y/N” Lisa talked for the first time. “That asshole played with you without you knowing, it’s no one’s fault by him. Tom will understand”

“Yeah, so I go like ‘Hey Tom, I’m sorry to ask, but could you take care of my boyfriend? Yeah, the police’s chief who beat your friend last week and who told me to spy on you’” you scoffed, your eyes stinging. “I can’t tell him, Lisa”

“Richard has slapped your head open, you have to do something” Lisa insisted. “He can’t – oh my god”

The situation was an alley without exits, and both of you knew it. Richard had made sure that your relationship was perfect from the outside, to isolate you from everyone so that if the conflict came, he was always trusted. You were about to ask Lisa if she had any other solution when you were shook violently from your right side, Lisa moving you as if you were a wool doll. It made dark spots appear on your vision, and you actually felt like throwing up the other half of the sandwich. With the emotions and the concussion, it all felt a little dizzy, but you heard Lisa talking again.

“Tom is here. Tom is – Tom is going to enter. Tom Holland – oh my god, Y/N!”

Indeed, you turned around forgetting the dizziness and you saw him scanning the café. He was receiving some weird glances from the people who walked by and recognized them, but he was focused on finding someone. And judging by the conversation you had just remembered, when he asked to get lunch with him and you joked that only if he paid, that someone was you.

The thing was that you hadn’t thought he was serious, since his question was introduced by a ‘what if’ and ended with a ‘what would you say’. But there he was, wearing a black tee with dark blue jeans, hands hidden on its pockets. You didn’t bother in staring anymore and turned around, placing a hand on your bruised face and looking to the other side. You swallowed the hiss and pretended to be leaning against it and looking to the other side.

“Don’t stare. Don’t fucking stare, Lisa” you hissed to her. “He can’t see me. Lisa, please, just look –“

“He has seen me” she whispered, barely moving her lips. “He’s wondering if he knows me from somewhere, if I look away now – hey, Tom!”

You saw her waving behind you, and then heard the bells on the door ringing. The noise at the café, that had stopped when he had been outside, came back. It sounded a little forced, and probably at least 50% percent of the tables were pretending to talk while sneaking glances at him. Panic rose to your throat because there was no way Tom believed it was just a hard hit from falling down the stairs, but you couldn’t think of anything better.

You heard every single ‘he’s coming now, he’s looking at you’ Lisa mumbled until a shadow covered what you were looking at, the corner of the desk. Tom still couldn’t see you, since you weren’t looking at him and your face was hidden in your hand. But as soon as he talked you would have to move, which was too soon for you liking.

“Hey f – Y/N” Tom greeted you as usual, although your name felt weird on his lips. Your eyes filled with tears involuntarily when you heard his voice, knowing what you had done to him without wanting to. “Lisa, right?”

“Yeah!” Lisa chuckled. “I’m – I’m Lisa. Y/N’s friend”

“And Harry’s” Tom chuckled, and you heard another chair moving. The shadow shifted and you knew he had sat beside you. “I’ve seen you with him a few times”

Lisa and Harry’s relationship was something that you didn’t talk about, by any means. You knew the girl was catching some unknown feelings for the twin, even if most of the times he was getting on her nerves. He was volatile, a prankster and didn’t take anything seriously, but Lisa liked him that way. She chuckled awkwardly and shifted on her chair. So Tom looked to the next person on the table, you, and you felt his kind eyes on your shoulder.

“Not gonna look at –“

Tom cut himself when you turned around, being done with prolonging things that were inevitable. If you had broken up with Richard before or had refused to do the stupid thing in the club, you wouldn’t be there then. So you dropped your hand to your lap and turned around to look at Tom, an attempt of a smile on your face that didn’t match the redness around your eyes.

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athicfa · 3 years

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Marc Spector: Moon Knight Vol 1 #4

Apparently, at least from reviews and comments I’ve seen online, Moon Knight fans generally hate this run so my expectations are low. I’m only here for Felicia anyway.

this issue exists solely so Felicia Hardy can serve us this look

Marc Spector: Moon Knight Vol 1 #5

yeah that was awful

Spectacular Spider-Man Vol 1 #155

Did they drop the “Peter Parker” tag from the title of this series? Looks like it.

I thought they ended the gang war several issues back? k then

Fe’s just a cameo and the rest of this issue is just Weird

Spectacular Spider-Man Vol 1 #156

oh no have we entered demented redneck territory? dude I’m from Arkansas and this is one of my least favorite tropes EVER. The only acceptable version of the demented redneck trope is in RE7.

primitive existence??? because they live in log cabins and play the banjo??? man fuck you, writers, from the bottom of my primitive southern heart

dude they forgot her sleeve

“I know you Gov’ment men and yORE lies” yeah nvm that’s pretty accurate

If you want to know how to NOT write a southern accent, read this issue. It’s insulting. This isn’t even the south it’s PENNSYLVANIA WHAT ARE THEY DOING

This is bad ED rep too. As if they couldn’t make it worse.

Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #329

Tri-Sentinel? Oh this sounds like a bad idea.

MJ doing Queen shit as usual. Prepping for her “Secret Hospital” role. We stan.

AH so we’re in the West Coast Avengers era? Neat.

LOKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING

why do they write Loki with a cockney accent?

Captain Universe? WHAT IN THE HELL

And here she is, showing up at the end of the issue for a cliffhanger with Flash. Because they really have to make her as vindictive and hateable as they can.

Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #330

we start with the Punisher blowing up an ambulance with a rocket launcher so everything is guaranteed to go downhill from this point

Felicia shows up to dinner with Flash and Peter’s going feral but can’t explain to anyone WHY he’s going feral because secret identity and all that jazz

OH MY GOD THAT’S HOW THEY KILL OFF EDDIE? OR AM I BEING SCAMMED WITH A FAKE DEATH AGAIN??? WHAT???????

I love you Aunt May

they break the fourth wall a lot in this and it’s always them going “haha that’s what YOU think Peter but we’re obviously going to make everything worse for you and you should know better you cheeky bastard”

Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #331

this is FUCKING AWFUL and I hate it so much

Felicia would NEVER put her hands on MJ like that. This is bullshit. Even if they’re trying to play her as a jealous ex, this is just STUPID. I hate everything about this story so much I’m about to have a fucking aneurysm istg.

oh so I was right Eddie’s fine he just faked his death

now some old lady just randomly slaps MJ WHAT??? second time she’s been physically assaulted in the same issue, and the third time in the past four issues I’ve read. WHAT THE FUCK MAN

they just really hate women I guess

Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #335

this is from #332 and I’m not talking about it bc It’s not relevant to Felicia but I just wanna say that this page was pretty cool

Hobgoblin looks genuinely freaky now

Aunt May is precious and needs to be protected at all costs

Flash’s outfit is a fucking crime

mmm Sinister Six is reforming and I couldn’t care less. that was anticlimactic.

Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #337

oh no Nathan’s dead. Poor May.

once again Fe’s serving LOOKS while Flash is dressed like the embodiment of glitter in the 80′s

him standing up for her is nice and all but Felicia would have already been throwing hands and handing out free kick vasectomies

Marvel Comics Presents Vol 1 #57

she broke into Versaille and is sleeping in the king’s bedchamber which, y’know, is actually pretty in character so I’m not complaining

Fisk is after her. Again.

that’s it. cute little story. now back to the main event.

Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #341

aaaaaand they’re taking Peter’s powers away because they obviously hate him

Felicia looks good. Flash is a neon mess. As always. Guys she would never date a guy that dresses like this I’m sorry but it’s true

MAY YOU SLY DOG I SEE YOU FLIRTING

Felicia being genuinely nice and friendly to MJ, as they should have had it from the start.

Flash is being really sweet and all but dude I still just can’t see it happening between them. He’s too much of a “jock”, to put it as nicely as I can. I know they’re trying to make it turn into a genuine relationship between the two of them but it just. This does not work.

Peter (as Spidey) is in trouble without his powers so Flash and Felicia rush in to help him and MJ is worried about all of them, even Felicia, which was a sweet moment.

“I can’t break your heart if you’re dead” sure Felicia not like you actually just don’t want Peter to die or anything

Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #342

they’ve promised me Felicia protecting Peter from the Scorpion this issue and they better give it to me or I might cry

Peter having to cope with not having his powers anymore is genuinely interesting but it’s hard to trust that they’ll do right by him based on how they ALWAYS do shit just to hurt him. And also having it be his choice is just??? Dude I doubt it. That doesn’t feel like a Peter Parker move AT ALL.

they keep having Felicia randomly refer to the Black Cat from a third person perspective and I hate it

she knows something’s wrong and she gets him to fess up to it

“Flash is a good guy and I wouldn’t never hurt him just to get back at you” REALLY MARVEL WHERE WAS THIS ENERGY AT, I DUNNO, THE BEGINNING OF THE ARC???

next day. Scorpion nabs Jameson. Felicia brings Peter’s Spidey suit to him, even though he’s powerless now. Nice that she still has faith in him but this is objectively a very bad decision from both of them.

Fe protecting Peter from Scorpion like they promised me??? FUCK YES

they’re letting her have a lot of nice moments in this fight I’m shocked they’re FINALLY showing her an ounce of respect

she kicked the shit out of Scorpion I LOVE it

Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #343

Actually love the dynamic reversal right now. It’s like when Felicia had no powers, except it’s Peter in her shoes now. Still hate how we got here but at least I can enjoy it reading again. For the most part.

AH THERE’S THE FAMOUS PHYSICS-DEFYING PURPLE DRESS

no but seriously she went to borrow jeans from MJ and came back with THIS

more badass Felicia moments so I have been placated. For now.

Why did they draw her with claw feet in one panel though when she’s supposed to have normal boots on lmfaoooo

he fiddles with Dr. Turner’s device and gets his powers back right as Felicia’s getting overwhelmed.

“At least they didn’t break my nose” followed by a cute little cheek rub, as she DESERVES

oof she’s in bad shape

the machine took her powers away somehow so...okay

so she’s gonna quit being the Black Cat? BULLSHIT. She was the Black Cat before she had powers. It’s something she’s NEVER gonna be able to give up, just like Peter can’t quit being Spiderman.

At least Felicia, Peter, and MJ are all on good terms now which is more than I expected from this awful arc.

Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #346

VENOM

she wants to come help Peter so I guess she’s NOT giving up the Black Cat completely like they said? Which...okay. But he won’t let her come help anyway because he knows she’ll get trashed by Venom.

Venom feels like a real threat which is great because most of the villain set-ups leading up to this have been lame af

Amazing Spider-Man Vol 1 #347

Venom in the background of this is hella creepy

Felicia and Flash are fighting bc she’s worried sick about Peter and pissed she can’t do anything, so she’s lashing out and refusing to go to some stupid concert with him. And then immediately changes her mind because what is consistency in a character am I right, Marvel?

May and Willie are cute

He had to fake his death to get Venom off his back and you know...I think I kind of like it. It was an unusual finish to a story but it does a good job at painting Venom as an unstoppable force, which will make his eventual defeat way more rewarding than most of the one-and-done villains that show up, get their asses kicked, and then disappear for thirty issues.

#long post tw #[comic commentary]#may or may not read more tonight we'll see

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Alex, quickfire round of your opinions on the following: coffee, cigarettes, tequila (/other hard liquors), indie music?

“Shit, okay—”

She snaps the case file shut and whips upright from her recline, seat jolting forward with a rattle, boots scraping the filing cabinet, feet clattering to the floor before she kicks away hard from her spot by the window and rolls back toward her desk. Catching herself on the edge of it, she quickly wheels herself in and slams the paperwork atop a large calendar pad filled with neat handwriting in black ink, and the occasional looping script in metallic purple surrounded by hearts and smiley faces.

Her hands slam down too, shoulders hunched, eyes determined, mouth parting to speak—

—before the pen tucked between her lips wobbles precariously and she remembers, with a sheepish grin, to pull it away.

“Quickfire round, okay,” she drums her fingers on the desk. “Coffee—I like it a lot. Hot or cold. With or without cream. With or without sweetener too, but I generally don't like anything more than a packet of raw sugar. Too sweet and it just, ugh, makes my stomach hurt.” She nods at the half-finished, half-melted iced espresso on her desk. “I prefer darker, bitter flavors—or I guess the taste of soggy cigarettes, if you ask Felix.”

Her lip quirks and she chuckles slightly.

“Which is kinda funny 'cause I hate cigarettes. They're disgusting. Hate the smell. Hate the litter.” Her eyes narrow as she glances off to the side, a warm, lopsided grin pulling at her lips. “Hate the people who litter too, so I guess it's a good fucking thing Mason actually listened and started throwing that shit away and using the ashtray.”

Glancing back, she inhales like she's about to go on, then pauses for a moment.

“You know… the smell on him never bothered me, for some reason. It didn't seem very intense, I guess? More like a background scent augmenting something pleasantly woody and spicy, and I hardly notice the smoke at all these days.” Her brows raise. “Maybe he's smoking less? I don't know, I'd have to ask. He doesn't do it around me at fucking all anymore, and hasn't for a long time. Puts it out immediately too, if I ever approach him while he's in the middle of one.”

She bites her lip and her gaze drops to her hands, where she's spinning the pen around.

“I'd also say I hope he quits some day, but… if smoking helps make him feel less overwhelmed by his hypersenses, less in pain from them,” her brow knits, “then I'd rather he smoke if it gives him some measure of comfort.” Her frown deepens as the pen stills. “I worry about that a lot…”

Shaking head, she blows out a sigh and snaps her gaze back up, eyes determined once more.

“Tequila though—” She slaps the pen down and grins. “It's great! I prefer white over gold, though at a certain point of drunkenness, I don't really give a fuck. Uh, scotch is great. Whiskey's great—bourbon over rye, and scotch over both. Vodka is okay, if there's nothing else. Brandy and rum?” She makes a face and a noise of disgust. “Gin is my absolute favorite, though. All types, but Old Tom specifically, when I can find it.

“And,” she adds, spreading her hands, “I have to say, I'll still drink any liquor before I'll drink a beer, because beer tastes like total ass and it always makes me feel like I swallowed a whole loaf of bread.”

She grins hard for a moment. “But—indie music, yeah?”

Her hands drop and she leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk. “I like it. Reminds me of warm fall afternoons—you ever associate music with weather or a certain time of year? When I hear it, I think of driving in the car with a scarf and a sweater, passing by trees full of orange leaves on a sunny day, or studying in my room while soft golden light filters through the curtains. I listened to it a lot more back in college.” She glances away for a moment, eyes distant as her expression softens into something wistful. “...I listened to a lot more music in general back then.”

A quiet sigh escapes her, before she looks up with a faint smile.

“Any bands you like specifically?”

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #mason x detective #the detective #asks #rapid fire?#you thought!#thanks for the ask <3 #zfic #alex/mason #alexandra black

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liliesoftherain · 4 years

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My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Ch. 10 The Tournament has Begun!

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A/N: Finally some 1v1 action! I don’t think I’m too well in these types of scenes so forgive me if they aren’t the best! Plus I hope I tagged everyone, let me know if I forgot or if you would like to be added! I hope you enjoy!

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You found yourself sluggishly making it to the lunch hall after listening into the depressing talk between Izuku and Todoroki. The talk left you feeling even less energized than you were already feeling, and all you wanted to do was sit down and forget about the whole thing entirely. Not only did you feel guilty, it caused some of your own past memories to bubble up, and you certainly didn’t need those thoughts swirling in your thoughts.

You weren’t sure if you would be able to look at Todoroki the same way again, not without him knowing that you knew everything. Sure, you were possibly overreacting, but it was still nerve wracking to have all of this information on your shoulders. Even worse, all this private information you weren’t supposed to know.

You grabbed a bottle of water and a few snack items to satisfy your hunger before hearing your name being called, causing you to turn and see Ochaco waving from a table.

You gave a light wave back, still feeling upset but you hoped the presence of friends would help lighten your mood. SO you walked towards the table she was at, sitting along with her, Iida, Tsuyu, and Mina. You sat besides the pinkette and was instantly glomped.

“Woah!” You yelped, throwing your arms forward to hold onto the table top in hopes of not falling, which worked.

He big crocodile tears ran down her face as she ranted her problems.

“I know I placed but I don’t remember a thing! That purple hair guy asked me something and the next I know I’m winning!? I was on a team with two other members from 1-B and they both agreed they didn’t realize what was happening! It doesn’t make sense!”

You rubbed her back soothingly, glancing up at the other table mates who just shook their heard, just as confused as you were.

“It’s alright, that just means you have to prove yourself even more in the next challenge right?”

“Yeah I guess.” She sighed

“You did a good job (y/n),” Tsu changed the subject, “Although I was surprised when I saw what happened on the big screen, you and Bakugou sure looked really cozy. Are you two dating?”

Your cheeks puffed out at her words.

“Why does everyone think that.. It was an accident.”

“WHAT!? Did something happen between you two and I missed it? Oh tell me!”

“Nothing happened I said-”

“DID YOU TWO KISS!?” Mina shouted.

You slapped a hand over her mouth and looked away with a blush.

“Shut up, we did no such thing.”

Ochaco laughed at you guys and you turned towards the sound of her voice.

“Anyways, how did the rest of you guys do? I know most of you placed but I didn’t get the chance to check on you all.”

“Oh really great!” Ochaco pumped her fist in the air, “we really held onto the points for almost the entire game!” She then pouted and pointed at Iida who was sitting next to her. “Then this guy had to ruin it by using some secret sneaky move, I swear he was as fast as you were! Oh I’m still mad at you Iida!”

“My apologies but I needed a triumph card of my own you know.”

“But you never said anything! Even before the games!”

"Well then it wouldn't have been a triumph card now would it?"

You laughed as they started to bicker

“At least you’re moving on to the last rounds.” Tsuyu sighed.

“That’s true, I’m sorry Tsu.” Ochaco pat her back.

“I too share Uraraka’s sympathies, yet I am also grateful that I have the chance to advance, seeing as my brother is watching! I don’t have time to lose.” Iida smiled proudly.

“Who is your brother Iida?” Mina questioned.

“The Turbo Hero, Ingenium!” Iida responded.

“Isn’t it so cool!” Ocahco gushed loudly, she must have already knew.

“That’s amazing Iida, he’s a really great and popular Hero!”

“Well that means a lot coming from you Hakamata.” Iida blushed, and you felt your jaw drop at the sight.

“Ohhh Iida! Do you like (y/n) as well? AHH DOES BAKUGOU HAVE A LOVE RIVAL? YOU’RE SO POPULAR.” Mina was shaking your shoulders and yelling in your ear.

“Mina stop I don’t think that’s what he meant!”

“Yes Ashido it would be wise to not jump to conclusions,” He scolded, ”I was simply expressing my gratitude for being praised by Hakamata while she has her own impressive family background.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you knew Iida.” You wondered, not realizing everyone knew.

Although if anyone did, of course Todoroki and Iida would be the ones to know.

“Of course, after you told us about your father briefly, I made it a point to look him up, forgive me if that comes off overbearing but I was curious. I assume Todoroki knows as well, if his earlier rant was any indication.” “It’s okay, you’re right he knows, and so does Bakugou and Midoriya. There’s no point in keeping a secret anymore.”

“A secret?” Ochaco looked confused. “My dad is the number 4 Pro Hero, Best Jeanist.” You shrugged, “ I guess that was a bad word to use. It’s not really a secret, I just wasn’t trying to make it known.” “Whaaat?” Your table yelled out, and a sheepish smile coming to your face. “No way you’re dad is the Number 4 Pro Hero!?” Ochaco shouted. “BESTIE YOU’RE SO COOL WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!” Mina gushed. “I never thought I would have to, to be honest.” You sighed and looked down. “(y/n), are you ashamed of your dad?” Tsu questioned. Your head shot up immediately.

“No way! Total opposite! My dad is the best hero ever, even if he isn’t number one.” You felt your heart swell, your father was the best dad you could have ever hoped to have.

“I’m sorry,” She apologized, cocking her head to the side with a finger on her chin, “ I just don’t understand then why you didn’t want everyone to know.”

“Well,” you started, “ I suppose I just wanted to prove myself without my father’s help. I assumed that if people knew I was the daughter of one of the top pro heroes they would only see me as just that, his daughter, and look past me. That they’d judge me and my abilities based off of him, and I don’t want that, I want to be my own person. I still think my dad is the strongest person I’ve ever known, and I’m lucky for every life lesson he’s stitched into my being, and I can never thank him enough. For everything he’s done in my life. He’s given me the means, the passion, the ability to one day save the lives of everyone I care about. He’s always been my number one fan, so for that there’s no way I’m ashamed of him. I plan on being one of the greatest heroes on day, and it will all be thanks to him.” You ended your rant with a smile, a small blush on cheeks as well. Everyone around you was smiling and throwing in words of encouragement until they were cut off by a loud voice.

“Girls, give me your measurements!”

“Measurements?” You glanced at Mina beside you before turning your upper body to look at Momo and Jirou behind you, who was looking positively flustered.

“Yes! We all have to wear cheer outfits for the next competition so let’s hurry up and change!” She left no room for argument so the girls bid their goodbyes to Iida before following Momo to the locker rooms. She was pumped while making the uniforms, and you were blushing at the sight of them. They were so bright, and so short.

“Do we really have to wear these?” You hesitated to change, holding the outfit in your hands at an arms length.

“Of course! We’ll all look super duper cute in them!” Hagakure laughed, twirling in the uniform, She put it on the second hers was made and hasn’t stopped dancing since.

“Yea it’ll be fun!” Ochaco smiled at you, ushering your to quickly change so you could shake pom poms with her.

“Well I agree with Hakamata,” Jirou announced nervously, tugging at her skirt, “Can’t we just change back into our normal clothes and forget this ever happened?”

“Absolutely not! We were told we had to wear these for the next challenge coming up,” Momo looked at you as soon as you finsihed getting dressed, “I’m surprised you didn’t hear about the event sooner Hakamata, since you are the class officer after all.”

“Uh well,” Your thoughts drifted back to the secret conversation and spying mission you had done, “I was a little busy as soon as we let up for lunch. I guess I didn’t get the memo.”

“Can’t be helped now! Let’s go kill some competition with our fierce skills!” Mina shouted as Hagakure agreed.

You sighed along with Jirou, both looking anxious. The only other person that didn’t seem to be bouncing around was Tsu, but she didn’t seem to care either way. You gave one last fleeting glance of good luck to the punky girl next to you before you were dragged off by Mina and Ochaco.

You all hurried to make your way out to the arena, being a bit behind the other students as getting ready took longer than you all had anticipated. Howveer as soon as the group of you girls made your way through the entrance and onto the field, you froze. No one else, besides the professional American cheerleaders, were wearing the uniforms.

“Looks like class 1-A is coming out with some interesting outfits choices!”

You brought your pom poms to your pink cheeks, embarrassment clawing it’s way up your body.

“You tricked us?! You jerk! You’ll regret it!” Momo was yelling, so you peaked out to see who she was upset at. Lo and behold it was none other than Kaminari and Mineta of all people, and you felt yourself hold in a disgruntled sigh. She was so smart, so why would she believe MINETA of all people?

“Ugh I hate those guys!’ Jirou threw her own poms down, her body covered in red as she was shaking, from being flustered or angry you weren’t sure. Most likely both.

“Well guys, we still have a bit of time before the finals start, and I kinda like these uniforms soooo, how about we keep them on!” Hagakure cheered, jumping in the air and dancing.

“Are you crazy?” Jirou screamed back.

“Yeah c’mon guys, it might be fun! After announcements let’s roll with the punches!” Ochaco started to cheer with Hagakure and you shake your head.

“No way, I’m going to go change right after. There’s so many people staring at us.” You whined out, looking at all the eyes pointed on your group.

One set of eyes caught your gaze and the blush that had barley started to fade had come back promptly. He had a heavy flush of his own painted on his cheeks, and you felt self conscious as you saw his emerald eyes wander.

Izuku couldn’t help it as he looked at you, he knew he was red but he couldn’t tare his eyes away! You looked way to cute how could he not? You had adorable pom-poms, and high socks, and-oh boy that skirt was pretty short. One twirl and...

“S-Stop staring Deku!”

Your shout broke him out of his trance and he looked away a jittery mess, looking anywhere but your general direction, and ignore the teasing whispers he heard around him. Oh man, how could he just stare at you like that!?

You crossed your arms with a huff, making your way to stand with your team mates. Your humiliation only grew as you heard some snickers coming from two of your members, so you glared at the the best you could.

However you knew you didn’t look as intimidating as you wanted since both both flushed and laughed even more, damn it Momo.

“Shut up, I hate you all.” You groaned.

“Awh c’mon, it’s not all that bad Hakamata.” Sero shrugged, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Yeah, I mean at least you’re not the only one wearing it. No one cares.” Kirishima pulled his bottom lip through his teeth, holding back a grin.

Both boys were internally gushing, and laughing, at how you looked like an angry puppy trying to scare someone. It wasn’t working.

“Everyone here cares dumbass, they’re all staring.” Bakugou grunted out, keeping his gaze off of you.

You crossed you arms over your chest, trying to block out the feeling of eyes on you. Bakugou was right, there were plenty of people still looking at you girls, but that little creep was being the worst of all.

“I’m going to kill Mineta.” You growled.

“I’m pretty sure he’d love that, or any contact with you.” Kirishima frowned, indicating with his head to turn around.

You did so to see the boy in question sneaking his way over to try to peep under your skirt. You reeled back your fist but before you could do much else a leg pushed him back by his face, causing him to fall over a bit of a ways away on his back. Crying about a sore nose.

“Little pest.”

You followed the voice Bakugou with a glare on his face, he turned to look you in the eyes with anger in his eyes once he felt your stare on him.

“What the hell are you looking at.”

“Awh you’re so nice, thanks Bakugou.”

“Shut the hell up! He’s just fucking annoying and I don’t the worm anywhere near me, be lucky you’re standing next to me.” He seethed, quickly whipping his head away from your smile of gratitude.

Bakugou would never admit it out loud, hell he was even angry at himself for thinking it, but he was pissed at the fact you were wearing something like because of that little twerp. Were your stupid? Weren’t you supposed to be the daughter of a pro hero or some shit? Why the hell were you letting dumb-asses trick you into things, it made no sense. Now everyone was looking at you and that had him steaming. Everyone was supposed to be watching him, not at you in some dumb skirt hat was way too short. Seriously, was that thing even allowed?

“Anyways, we have some super fun side games everyone can participate in, even if you didn’t make it to the finals! We brought in some cheerleaders from America to get your blood pumping, but maybe our own hometown girls can help too! HAVE FUN EVERYONE! After they’re over each student from the top 4 teams will be fighting it out in a tournament style fighting competition! You’re not going to want to miss these awesome kids!”

“Awh yea, we finally get the chance to show what we’re made of! I watch these finals every year and now i'm actually in them ” Eijiro excitedly spoke up. “So wait is it always a tournament?” Mina asked after just getting there, choosing not to stand with her team since they were all apart of other classes.

Finals are always some type of one-vs-one competition but they switch it up all the time, last year it was a sword foam fighting match.” Sero answered. “Come closer and draw lots to see who you’re up against. Then enjoy the recreational games, you 16 winners can choose to participate or sit out to prepare for the finals. I’m sure you all want to conserve your stamina! I'll start with the first place team!” Mindnight shouted. You all went up and chosen lots, you saw you had drawn the number 5, and wondered who you would be paired with. The board above flashed once the last person had picked their number and presented the battles. “Take a look at the bracket my dears! These are your opponents!” You heard Kirishima shout out in frustration as he had to go up against that Tetsutestsu guy who was on Mina’s team previously. You searched for your name and your eyes went wide.

“Well this is going to be interesting, don’t you think Mina?” You looked at her, and she stared back at you with shock on her face. “Wow we gotta fight? That really blows, but sorry bestie, I’m going to melt your butt off!” “I guess we’ll have to see about that, we are the fifth battle so we have some time before our turn is up.” “Uraraka? Who the hell is that?” Bakugou questioned. You and Mina looked at Ochaco who gasped. “It’s okay Ochaco, I’m sure he’s messing with you!” Mina gave her a reassuring shoulder pat. “I doubt that, Bakugou isn’t that good with names, I’m sure he doesn’t even know mine.” You laughed out.

“Don’t talk about me when I’m standing right here! I just don’t care about knowing extras names.” He scoffed. “I’ll prove to you I’m not some extra!” Ochaco said, putting on a brave face. “HMPH, let’s go cheer girls!” She started to drag you both off.

You were forced to cheer for a while and admittedly it wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be, but you still snuck off at the first chance you got.You went inside the locker room to get changed and felt your anxiety grow, while you knew you were going to give it your all, friend or not you both knew out there you weren’t, it still had you worried. Mina was skilled in her own ways and you couldn’t deny the slight fear of who you would have to face afterwards if you won. You saw Tokoyami and Momo were battling each other in the same bracket, and that was nerve wracking.

You changed back into your uniform and sighed, sitting on the bench to collect your thoughts and calm down. Maybe you would have been able to come up with a plan or two to help give you some idea on what to do when the time came.

Once the recreational games were over you made your way up to the stands you heard Present Mic talk about over the intercom. Walking out of the lockers and down the corridors you saw a flash of green and you stopped to take another look, glad that you did.

“Deku!” You called, and he jumped at the sound of your voice, eyes wide in panic.

“O-oh hey (y/n)! Um, what are you doing here?” He stuttered.

“I was making my way to the bleachers, but I’m glad I caught you. I almost forgot you were first.”

“Oh yea... First.” He laughed uneasily, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Izuku,” You put your hands on hi shoulders, smiling at his warm face, “You’ll be fine, I know it! Don’t let them get to you.”

“I know, I’m just a bit nervous, I mean since I don’t have the best handle on my quirk you know.” He looked down between your bodies, staring at his clenched hand.

“I may not understand how that feels,” You started off softly, “But I know you have an amazing intellect and even if you can’t control your quirk all the way, you don’t need it to be brave. You’ll win this no matter what, got it?”

Izuku looked straight into your eyes and felt like he was going to cry. You had so much faith in him, you even said he didn’t need a quirk to win. Where were you his entire life? He felt so lucky being able to come to U.A and meet you, and everyone else that has helped him. Just like he promised Todoroki, he’ll make a promise to you.

“I promise I won’t let you down, that I’ll win this!” He said determinedly. “Great, I’m counting on you Deku.” With that you walked away with a wave, letting the boy have a few moments alone before his big fight.

While walking away you ran into AllMight, and smiled. “Oh young Hakamata! You did very well during the previous activities! Your father is very proud!” He grinned. “Oh thank you sir, you talked to my dad?” You wondered. “As a matter-of-fact I did not too long ago, he told me himself he’s amazed at your strength and courage. So am I! Keep it up!” He gave you a thumbs up. “Thank you AllMight.” You smiled as he ruffled your hair before making his way down the hall. You were filled with happiness at the thought of your dad. If he was rooting for you, there isn’t anything you can’t accomplish.

Walking into the stands, you were pulled to sit with Ochaco and sandwiching her between yourself and Iida. You were growing excited as the flames on the four corners of the rink lit up, and Mic began to talk.

“Are you ready!? After all the action you’ve previously witnessed, it’s time for the real battles to begin! First up we have Izuku Midoriya from the hero course, versus Hitoshi Shinso from general studies! The rules are simple! Immobilize your opponent or force them out of the ring! Or you can also win by having the other cry uncle and forfeit! Easy stuff! Plus we have Recovery Girl waiting on standby, so go at it! READY!? BEGIN!” You waited for someone to make a move, but all they were doing was talking- well, at least it looked like one of them was. Cupping your hands, you shouted out. “Let’s go Deku! End this already!” Both parties down in the rink looked up at your voice. Izuku knew he had to get going, so he started to walk closer to Shinso, remembering the advice Mina briefly gave him. As long as he kept his mouth shut, he had it in the bag.

“Ah so it’s her, what’s her name again? (y/n) Hakamata right.” Shinso was still looking up at you. Izuku stopped and glared at the boy in front of him, eyes questioning why he was bringing you up. “She had a bite to her when I was talking to you 1A chumps. Saying I had to bring my A-game to have a chance against you guys, and really, I’m going to make it to a round where I get to play with her for a bit.” Shinso smirked.

Izuku wasn’t sure if Shinsou was saying this just to try to make him talk, or if he was actually a little bit interested in you. Either way, Izuku could feel a little anger rise in him, play with you? What was that supposed to mean? He remembered that this was the guy who had called you some dumb nick name and kept staring at you when all of the other students were surrounding the class and trying to call them out.

I told him not to say anything!” Mina yelled in frustration. You, along with Ochaco and Iida stood up and gasped as he went completely still. “Is this what happened to you?” Ochaco asked, looking at Mina. “Yeah,” She nodded, “All I did was say two words back to the guy and his quirk activated. I don’t remember anything, it’s like I was asleep the entire game. There’s no way Midoriya is making it out of this.”

“We didn’t see anything during the first two rounds, but it could be that Shinso is actually crazy powerful! Who could have imagined this turn of events! This is the festival for ya!" You kept standing, but stayed by your seat unlike the other two who walked to the wall, unable to take your eyes off of the scene. He was literally frozen in place, until he slowly turned around and made his way to the edge of the rink. “What!? Midoriya is obeying the command to walk out of the ring!” You sucked in a breath and ran to the concrete edge. “IZUKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING! OVERCOME THIS!”

Izuku heard your voice through his internal struggle, it taking over his senses. While his eyes were wide open, it was like he couldn’t see, till your words knocked a little self awareness back and he saw eight figures staring back at him. It was strange, a little scary, but they didn’t look evil. If anything, one in particular looked familiar, and he swore it was AllMight standing there, helping him get some power back into him.

He stopped right before he reached out of bounds and managed to send a powerful blast through his fingertips, not only breaking them in the process but breaking the hold of the mind control quirk.

“What’s this!? Midoriya stopped just in time!” “That’s the way to do it!” Iida cheered. “Woah I was about to freak out!” Uraraka sighed in relief. “Go Izuku! Let’s win this thing!” You shouted. “He broke his fingers!? No fair, I couldn’t even think-how was he able to do that?” Mina wondered, but was still happy he broke out of the spell he was under. You all clapped and cheered as Izuku ran up and pushed him out of the rink by tossing Shinso out of bounds over his shoulder. “Shinso is out! Midoriya advances to the next match!” Midnight announced. “Turning the tables at the last moment, classic Midoriya maneuver.” “Hey he’s pulled that shoulder throw on you before, eh Bakugou?” Kaminari teased.

Glancing back, you saw Bakugou’s face pulled tight, answering without looking at the other blond. “Shut your damn face sparky.” You looked back down and saw Shinso and Izuku standing in front of each other. “Yeah! That was a pretty boring first match kids, but you both fought bravely! Let's show them some love everyone." “I feel kinda bad for the other guy.” You mumble out, not expecting anyone to hear you. “What do you mean Hakamata?” Iida questioned. “I mean look at his quirk, I’m sure no one pegged him for the hero type you know?” You frowned. “I agree.. It’s not too flashy.” Kirishima said. “But, he did amazing, I mean, even though he’s not apart of our class, I think we can cheer for him!” Hagakure jumped up and started shouting in praise.

The audience was buzzing with praises as Shinso was walking off and you could see even from where you were he was shocked. Along with Hagakure and a few other of your classmates, you shouted down at him too. “Good game Shinso!”

The next match was being prepped, people in the stands ready for the next round. You saw Todoroki get up to head out, and you couldn’t stop your feet as they moved to follow him. Sero had already been waiting downstairs so you were unable to wish him luck, but you could at least wish Todoroki one instead.

“Todoroki wait!” You yelled once you got into the hallway.

He turned to face you, his face void of any emotion but his eyes were slightly confused. He didn’t say anything so you took that as a sign to continue. Swallowing, you tried to ease the dryness of your throat as his previous words for Deku echoed in your head.

“I just uh, wnated to wish you luck. I know you don’t care much for me, so I’m sorry if I’m overstepping but,” You took a deep breath, letting it out with a wavering voice, “but you aren’t your father. You can win this without him, even if..”

You didn’t want to mention him using his fire, knowing that would be a dead giveaway to your lurking.

“Even if you think you’re trapped by him in some way you’re not! You’re your own person and if you feel pressured by him-or others! You don’t have to listen. You’re not stuck in his shadow, you’ll be great all o your own. Evenifyoucanbealittlemean, I believe in you!” You bowed your head, tryin gto hide the pink on your cheekbones.

Did you just call him mean? Who does that!?

Todoroki felt a little overwhelmed, not realizing you still cared so much about the topic. He assumed you both got what you needed to say out of the way and that was that. But he had to admit, his chest did feel a bit lighter after your speech. Like a few of his burdens were lifted momentarily, even if you did call him mean. He wasn’t sure what you meant by that exactly, but he could imagine why you would say so. He hasn’t been the nicest he could be, and he just hoped he wasn’t too mean. He didn’t want anymore problems with you.

“..Thank you.” He said, full of earnest and unable to say more. He took his leave after your nod, opening up to the idea of maybe using his left side. Maybe. He still wanted to prove to his father he wasn’t like him. “Shouto.” Speak of the devil. “What do you want.” Todoroki said harshly. “You’re acting disgracefully. If you would just use your left side, you would have had an overwhelming victory in the first rounds. You have to stop this stupid childish tantrum and realize you have a duty to pass AllMight. You're my greatest masterpiece.” Endeavor grunted. “Is that all you have to say to me you bastard?” Todoroki seethed, his back facing his father as he walked away. “I’ll win this match and advance using mom’s quirk and her quirk alone. I won't give you the pleasure of seeing me use yours.”

“Even if that works for you in this tournament, you’ll soon find the limits of that power.” Endeavor spoke, watching his son walk away. Todoroki felt his anger spike and he tried to calm himself down, even thinking about your words, but it was no use. His anger only rising. When you reached back towards the top, you saw your place in the front row had been moved around due to Midoriya coming back, so you too the last spot of the row next to Kirisihima and in front of Bakugou. “Hey where were you?” Kirishima asked as you sat down. “Oh nowhere special, I just had to take care of something,” You smiled at him before looking over the two boys who sat between you to talk to the third, “Deku you did a great job!” You grinned over the two boys who sat between you both. “O-oh thanks! It was nothing really.” He smiled. You looked forward, looking down as the pillars of fire sprang up around the two boys, meaning the battle was ready to begin.

“Let’s welcome to the ring our next players! He’s got skills, but at the expense of some really creepy looking elbows, from the hero course, its Hanta Sero!” “Wow that was a little uncalled for right?” You bumped Kirishima’s arm, so he knew you were talking to him without having to look away from the arena. “I mean a bit, but he’s right, Sero’s got some crazy elbows for sure.” Kirishima shrugged as you laughed. “Versus an early front-runner in the competition who’s way to strong for his own good! Someone who rightfully got into the hero course based on recommendations, it’s Shouto Todoroki! And now for the second match! REAAAADY? BEGIN!” Sero had quickly used his tape and trapped Todoroki by bindng him with it, then using his own strength to swing him to the edge, trying to make this a quick match. It was amazing to see how fast he acted, but it was disconcerting that Todoroki wasn’t fighting back. He had to have been up to something, there’s no way that would have taken him out alone. “That attack for sure will throw him out of bounds! A brilliant move made by the underdog! Way to start off strong Sero!” If you blinked you would have missed it, because in less than a second ice covered almost the entire stadium and there was even some right at the tip of your nose. The cold hit you a moment later, as if it was trying to catch up the ice itself that was moving faster than it should. You were unable to see the battle, but could hear Midnight as she spoke for the whole area to hear. “Tell the truth Sero, can you move at all?” “ARE YOU KIDDING? OBVIOUSLY NOT! MY BODY IS FREEZING.” Sero's shouts echoed around the ice as the stadium was silent is shock and awe. “Sero has been immobilized! Todoroki advances to the second round!” The crowd was chanting ‘Nice Try!’ over and over in favor of Sero. You just wanted this hunk of ice out of your face so you activated your quirk and started to melt it, enough to where you could at least move out of your seat if you wanted to and finally see the arena. You helped the others next to you, melting just enough for them to not have to worry about getting impaled, your thoughts drifted to earlier when you talked to him. Did you upset him? Were your words really all that unhelpful? You sat back down, mind racing as you tried to forget it and focus on the next match. Yet as you looked down at Todoroki unfreezing Sero from the ice prison he created, even though he had just won, he still looked so unhappy.

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