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i-need-air · 3 years

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Hey it's me again ❤️

I'm just gonna whisper something in your mind (is that even possible?)

Having a baby with Hybrid Katsuki.

Just that. Imagine girl. Perfection.

Ok, real talk here. Every time I see a request from you I uwu a little bit bc I know for a fact whatever you're requesting will make me get so immersed and involved and I'm gonna 💕💞AAAAAA💕💞 while writing AND [lemmecatchmybreath] it happened once again skdjdkfkf Hope you enjoy and sorry it took longer than normal~

Word count: 1.8k

× listen 🥺 I already started and I'm melting, ok?

× when he finds out you're having a smol baby together?

× he freezes and looks at you in a whole different light

× if you're getting pregnant, he will definitely smell the change in your scent and will know even before you do; he'd be instantly by your side with a bewitched expression on his face, taking your cheeks into his palms to just soak everything in yet he's shaking slightly

× and even if you adopt [hopefully a smol hybrid], something deep inside of Katsuki, burried and long forgotten surfaces

× this is the life he always wanted, he always craved even in his darker moments

× this happiness, this fulfillment, this joy

× I absolutely believe he will diligently read and learn everything about the baby to come; will educate himself like no other, deciding to be the very best father he could ever be

× his life was rough and he was stolen away from his biological family, he will now have a chance to have his own and he will not fail you or the baby

× when you hold the little bundle of sunshine in your hands, head down admiring the beauty of a new life, he will stand there, again in shock, again soaking this moment in... so beautiful, so perfect

× will he ever tell you that? of course not; angry ass wild pomeranian—

× but his face gives him away every single time and when you tilt yourself to hand him his new son or daughter, he falls in love for the second time in his life;

× he burries his nose in the soft and fragile skin of the baby's head and breathes in, his instinct kicking in to defend, protect, care, look out for...

× watch carefully because once the baby makes a noise, he'll still, unsure of what to do, but smile so softly as the baby coos in his arms securely; that right there is the best image you can have of soft Katsuki.

× the first few weeks are actually horrible, sorry to break it to everyone aksjskdj not because he doesn't know what to do or does not want to help; on the contrary, he is so incredibly attentive but he also recites the books he learned by memory at this point and it's getting absolutely infuriating;

× although understand him, please; he wants to prove he's a good dad 🥺 except you wanna smack him bc he scoffs if you suggest something he isn't sure about.

× you will find him standing by the baby's crib as it sleeps; he's just???? making sure this is not a dream????? don't question anything though

× can we hc Bakugou with a daughter too? [ already established in the Hybrid!Kiri hcs that Kiri'd have daughter bUT i just really really like beefy men with tiny daughters;;; my heartttt;;; ]

× his little angel, no discussion, no argument, his daughter can do NO WRONG!

× he's very down to earth though, don't get me wrong, he just absolutely adores spoiling her

× speaks softly into her ear, the lowest you'd hear from him

× gruff, raspy, gutural voice ofter overused to scream now low and soft as he holds her into his chest; doesn't do baby-voices or anything like that, but calls her his angel then smirks at you if you're watching;;; then starts softly complaining and bitching about you to the baby 💀 all while rubbing her back

× omfg his hand is as big as her tiny back; guys, call an ambulance, I'm—

× Katsuki would be the type of little shit to pull what I just said then grab you and glue you to his chest too; he'd look down at you both, eyes shining in such adoration he'd take your breath away just before he continues his ranting about you;

× once the baby starts being more interactive, her giggles specially the ones induced by her daddy will make him melt; absolute diminute baby with a small wiggling tail clapping her chubby hands at her dad? his eyes would widen suddently, ears snapping high in surprise and he's taken back by the emotions overtaking him

× he's gone, man; she has him wrapped around her tiny little finger and you can't do anything about it

× instantly acts all in denial if someone is around though; scoffs to hide is obvious smile, placing a palm on his mouth to further block it out and tickles her with the other, earning another fit of giggles

× please, don't tell him his whole tail is waving from side to side

× the only clear giveaway apart from his ears and it's;;; a d o r a b l e;;;

× specially when your daughter also starts wagging her tail in response whenever he does it;

× "Hey, come see what the dumbass is doing!" or "Look at what she did" while showing you a video; proud pappa 🥺

× we're bringing back Proud Bakugou bc hIS DAUGHTER iS tHe BeSt; no, seriously, his kid is the mf best in the world and he will start this presentation with—

× now sit down with me and accept this: the baby; yes, your sweet daughter; mhm, that adorable screeching angel; mhm;;; she'll talk so early it's disturbing.

× at 6 months or so she's already saying mamma, dadda, kitty, woof-woof

× seriously terrifying how sharp she is and how she cannot shut up; for the love of gOd, Katsuki, this is all your fault... it doesn't matter, he just smirks as he has another reason to brag to anyone about his child

× did that street vendor look at him funny? "I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAUGHTER—"

× super-protective of her and fucking hates with a burning passion if anyone dares to do that thing where they match up babies saying "Maybe they'll get married when they grow up"

× hands down, no filter, he just looks deep down in whoever had the audacity and says "Like fucking shit they'd deserve her."

× drag him away before he throws fists

× he will definitely if you don't drag him away and you know it, they know it, the baby knows it and cheers for pappa, the whole world knows it at this point and they're buying tickets to watch the shitshow

× chest carrier and walks around with the kid like a boss

× man has shit to do, don't even dare to judge him;

× handles fits really well, he's impressive to say at least

× she's spoiled, yes and always has new toys, coloring books, whatever she wants but the moment she throws fits, he puts his foot down

× baby would be smol angery bb all adorable in all her Bakugou genetics anger and he'd just stare, tapping his foot

× literally waits in place until she calms and looks up at him with big, round eyes, puffy red cheeks and ears lowered

× mission accomplished; he nods then picks her up;

× and you're there amazed??????

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" lil shit still has a foul mouth tho, but make him get just as pouty and embarrassed as the child in his arms by saying something cheesy like "How amazing you are as a dad 💕"

× all rainbows and unicorns until she starts repeating insults and fr tho, Katsu almost shits his pants, fearing your reaction. Will, hands down, chill out with the insults even if he meant no damage with them; he has this unreadable expression on, a mix of shame and fluster, dread too? he's sorry, ok????

× loves, loves, loves cooking for you both and once the kiddo has her own special chair to sit at the dining table together, that's when he sees it: his dream

× you, wiping some food off her cheek with a loving expression, talking about your day casually, baby giggling while she moves her face away playfully; he loves you both so much.

× has these rare moments where, at the end of the day once you're settled in bed, he'd hug you tight and thank you in his mind for... for this... all of it...

× once she starts walking they're both a disaster

× seriously, do not expect the household to be silent ever again [ well, that dream was gone long ago anyway lol ]

× "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"

× rapid giggle running around from place to place

× "Oh, for fucks—"

× "Katsuki." you only need to say, catching him in his insults

× 😳 ... "Kid, come back, we're goin' to the park." Skdjkdfkl

× sudden adorable tiny fast steps approach him bc they're going for walkies!

× he is very careful with her and teaches her about stranger danger; also teaches her how to growl and even if her attempt is a total failure, small rawr leaving her lips, he's like "Yes. Good job. Now give it more heart."

× he growls as an example

× she growls back, sounding like a cute lil pup 🥺💕

× as she grows up, she obviously acts more like her father yet he knows when to stop the bad behaviors and it only takes a warning growl from him to get her to cease

× yet somehow you're the strict parent at the end of the day??????? tf????????? who made the rules??????

× starts calling her brat, squirt, lil shit 💕lovingly💕

× "your child" if she did something bad

× "Your fucking child kicked the ball into the vase and broke it." Aha, nice one, Katsuki. Good job.

× not to brag but her puppy eyes don't work on him but yours do; the problem is her puppy eyes do work on you bc she's the light of your life so if she wants something; she'll puppy-eye you knowing you'll get it for her bc daddy loves you very much 💕💞

× literally evil mastermind; didn't I tell you she's sharp? pft, she's playing you both so hard

× every day he comes back from work she runs to him at the door, tail wiggling happily behind her as she stretches her arms to be picked up and he always does, without a doubt, then proceeds to kiss the top of her head

× come out to greet him too? the whole loving routine is his absolute thing and wants to see you, have you kiss his cheek; he complains but adores it soooooo much!

× you have a family night; BONDING WITH MOODY POMERANIANS. Yes, plural, and it sounds perfect~

× even if it's just one of those animated movies he hates so much, he'll watch through all of it and make sarcastic comments just to make you both laugh; will grin satisfied asf if he manages to do so bc he's the best.

× will definitely want another kid, so how about maybe a boy??? hmm???

× asks you if you're up for the idea and if you agree, he'll roll his eyes and crack his shoulders, acting so very uninterested and purely exhausted yet his smirk would give him away:

× "Knew you'd torture me with another devil"

× throw him out, istg— 💀

#bakugou katsuki headcanons #noire writes #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #hybrid!bakugou #hybrid!au

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dwellordream · 3 years

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“…Prague, and medieval Europe more generally, as I will never tire of telling you, were sites of legal and legitimate sex work. After all, unmarried men needed a sexual outlet so they didn’t get too horny and tear their cities apart, and fourteenth-century Prague was one hell of a city that emphatically did not need a bunch of sex-crazed dudes messing with it.

Prague was very much in the ascendancy at the time, having been pumped full of money and prestige by friend of the blog the Holy Roman Emperor Charles IV (1316-1378). His whole thing was creating Prague as a viable static Holy Roman imperial capital, ideally tied to the succession of his own Luxembourg dynasty. In order to do this he spent a whole bunch of time building new churches and monastaries, expanding the city walls, rebuilding the castles both in and out of town, and basically doing the civic spending that makes cities boom.

So to build all these churches, walls, paved streets, and new houses a bunch of new migrants showed up to do the work. This was all well and good if you were a dude. There extremely was paid work to be done. If you were a woman and showed up cuz you heard money was going to be handed out, there were fewer options to choose from though. If you didn’t want to be a washerwoman, or a housemaid, it was hard to get a foothold in one of the most sophisticated cities in Europe.

There were guilds and old families who controlled the trades, and women in general had fewer choices in terms of employment if they weren’t connected to a family or man. However, all those men who just showed up to the city sans family had a chunk of change in their pockets, and the brothels needed workers so there were a few institutions where women could always find work.

The legal institutions had been the brothels Venice, Hampays, and Obora. After my boy Jan Milíč z Kroměříže’s (d. 1374) got Charles IV to abolish the Venice brothel and give it to him so he could just chill with a bunch of ex sex workers and other preachers, that left two official municipal brothels. Hampays was over on the river near the Jewish Quarter, and Obora was in the Lesser Town up on the hill near the wall and the castle.

Obora and Hampays function here in much the same way OnlyFans does now. These were legal institutions that were following the legal strictures put in place to do sex work. There is no real way to think of medieval institutions or individuals as being imbued with rights (Magna Carta freaks, I am looking at you), but one could say that had legal permissions. They had municipal charters from the city that said that they could do sex work in these places, and so they did it.

How do we know that they had legal permissions to be there? Well because some of the forerunners of Exodus Cry extremely fucked around and found out.

Here I am speaking of the adventures of one Master Ulrich, the priest of St Nicholas in the Lesser Town who came to my attention for being a massive fucking crybaby in the Archdeaconate Protocol of 1379-1382. Essentially this was an exercise wherein a new Archdeacon, Pavel of Janovice came into power and went from church to church asking if anyone had any religious problems he could sort out.

Master Ulric was like, “Yeah I am a big whiny baby, and I keep trying to shut down the Obora brothel. I have on several occasions run up in there, and chased all the sex workers who were just trying to work and make a living out of there.” To Ulrich, much like these Exodus Cry basics, depriving these women of a livelihood with absolutely no recourse to any help when he did so was a good thing because sex is bad and you should feel bad for selling or buying it.

The thing is, absolutely no one agreed with Master Ulrich. Quite to the contrary, he was complaining because every time he pulled this stunt, the city magistrates, alerted by the sex workers showed up and kicked him TF out of their brothel because what they were doing was perfectly legal. This is how we know that Obora probably had a charter, because the city magistrates sprung in to action to do the right thing and support the sex workers when they made a complaint.

Was it their favourite thing to ever happen? I very much doubt that it was! However, that didn’t matter because just because you don’t like something doesn’t mean you get to interfere with people who are just trying to make a living, and the magistrates knew that.

So it was Master Ulrich and his massive fucking L – which the Archdeacon informed him he was going to have to take – that I thought of when OnlyFans reversed their whole “no more tiddy pics” policy. Because what happened – very hearteningly – is that when they tried it, sex workers got mad, and everyone who supports them showed up to yell at OnlyFans.

Exodus Cry, much like Master Ulrich before them, massively overestimated the appeal of the whole “sex is always bad” campaign, and it turns out people want to support and help sex workers instead of impoverishing them. OnlyFans got pushback, the banks who allegedly wanted this in the first place would much rather take money and not get yelled at, and the whole October 1 deadline has been suspended. This is a feel-good story.

I am not saying that sex work in and of itself is necessarily “good”. In fact, I am completely unwilling to label sex as a whole “good” as I am out here on team sex critical. Moreover, I am absolutely not going to tell you that “work” is good either. It is bad but we have to do it in order to survive in our garbage society. What I am saying, and as I have written about before, is that depriving people of their livelihood with absolutely no plan to support them after you do is extremely bad. Sex workers have a right to a safe and dignified way to make a living, and taking that away from them is not helping anyone.”

- Eleanor Janega, “On the power of pushing back against the marginalisation of sex workers.”

#eleanor janega #history #medieval #late middle ages

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n1sh1n0ya · 4 years

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hii may i request the pretty setters reaction to their s/o, who is usually quiet, performing like a powerful/badass kpop type dance? thank uuuu

Pretty Setters x shy! s/o who dances? idk i'm bad at naming things

a/n: i don't know the first thing about kpop sorry if that shows in this lol

Kenma Kozume

You and him have a lot in common, and you bond over this quite a lot

Like,, you both have a lot off common interests, you like the things he likes and vice versa, you're both pretty quiet

You’re both pretty and quiet

But if one of you really likes something, they’ll try and get the other into it as well, you got him playing Animal Crossing, he introduced you to apple pie

You basically know that if you like something, he’s gonna like it too

So when he sees you dancing for the first time he's like oh hell no

I am NOT getting dragged into this absolutely not no no no

I feel like out of all of these guys he would be the least surprised to find out that you have another side to you, he has another side to him we just don’t see it in the anime he does I swear

Although he r e f u s e s to join in with you, he definitely enjoys watching from the sidelines ;)

And you only dance in front of him, no one else, he's the only one who knows about your more confident side

Even if he wasn’t as surprised as the other boys on this list, he was still pretty surprised

The bar wasn’t set very high

You wouldn’t see that he’s surprised though, and he wouldn’t tell you, he just smiles to himself, thinking about how proud he is of you

He’ll even look up from his game a little more often if you’re dancing in front of him

Akaashi Keiji

You and your friends often learn kpop dances and post short clips of it online

But you don’t tell anyone about it, you’d be absolutely mortified if anyone you knew found them

Spoilers: You’re about to be absolutely mortified

Out of everyone to see them, Bokuto, your bf’s best friend, and close friend of your own, finds your TikTok and sees ALL you guys’ videos

He totally spam likes ur acc smh

So as soon as you see his name in your notifications, the panic sets in

Ohmygodhesgonnashowakaashinononono

When Bokuto shows him, they’re both kinda in shock

Like, they both thought that they knew you pretty well, but they had NO IDEA that you could or would dance like that

You’re kinda dreading going to school with him the next day, because you know he’s gonna mention it

So when you see him, you brace yourself for him to say something about it, at least to ask you why you didn’t tell him, but he just?? Doesn’t??

You keep looking at him, you can’t tell if he’s not saying anything because he knows that you didn’t want anyone to know about it, or if he genuinely doesn’t know

He notices this, and by the end of the day, when you’re on the millionth glance his way to see if he’s showing any recognition to you, he has to say something

“If you’re worried about me judging you, I think it’s really cool that you can do that”

On the outside, he seems super calm but on the inside he's like

Where did you learn to dance like that? Did you teach yourself? No, there’s no way you taught yourself, so who taught you?

He’s so impressed like?? You have a WHOLE other side to you that he didn’t know about?? You’re so cool??

Sugawara Koushi

He would be your BIGGEST fan

✨ ultimate hypeman ✨

He just loves you so much and anything that makes you happy? Makes him happy too

When he saw you dance for the first time he was really surprised, because, of course you’re super shy, HOW did you change into such a badass like that??

But once he gets over the initial shock of it, he will ALWAYS be cheering you on

He doesn’t really get it, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t appreciate it

If you’re struggling to learn a new routine and are about to give up?? He’s there to hype you tf up

If ppl take the piss and you’re feeling down about it?? He’s there to hype you tf up

Wish i didn’t have to make that point but ppl are mean >:(

he knows you’re the best, and he wants to make sure you know it as well

He won’t join in unless you b e g him, but he’s always happy to give a second opinion and constructive criticism

Once he kinda learns what’s going on, he might even start sending you videos and being like

“You would look so good if you learned this”

You fall in love with him all over again I swear, because he’s taking the time to learn about something you love 🥺🥺

It never fully stops surprising him how you can go from 0 to 100 and then straight back to 0 again within an hour

Like when you’re dancing you look?? So badass?? But when you’re not?? You’re super quiet??

He is l i v i n g for it I tell you that 💅

Tobio Kageyama

You come to him with the idea

He’s tried to teach you volleyball before, so why don’t you teach him something that you enjoy as well?

And then it’ll be a two in one of two of your favourite things; him and dancing

He’s not too keen on the idea at first, but you look so excited, how can he say no

This is the most passionate about something that he’s ever seen you be, he doesn’t wanna let it go to waste

And if you love it, he knows it’ll be great

So at first you gotta demonstrate, because not only is he clueless school-wise, he also has no idea about anything else

He probably doesn’t listen to music at all anyway, so you might have to even explain to him what kpop is lmao 🥴

He’s still a little confused, so you show demonstrate the dance that you wanted him to learn with you

I stg all his thoughts depart

If there was any to begin with that is (probably not)

He’s so a m a z e d

Because?? 1. You can dance like that 2. You look gorgeous when you dance like that 3. Who are you and what have you done with my quiet s/o????

He’s ABSOLUTELY not complaining tho

But,,, when you try to get him to learn,,, ✨no✨

You thought that maybe he would be good at it, because of how graceful he looks on the court, but, maybe you were wrong lmao

Mans has two left feet and NO rhythm and you’re about to give up and crash when he says

“Maybe this isn’t for me, but I’d really enjoy watching you do it again”

He loves how talented you are so much, especially because he’s tried it for himself and knows just how difficult it is

Tooru Oikawa

While he’s at volleyball practice after school, you and your friend meet in an empty classroom so that you can each wait for your bfs to finish their club activities

She’s dating Iwa bcos best friends dating another pair of best friends is the cutest thing to me idk

Because you two know that you’ll be alone, you’re not afraid to go all out practicing the you guys’ favourite dances

You could NEVER do this in front of anyone else, you’d get too embarrassed, but when it’s just you two, and you know that there’s no one around to see, you Go For It™

You two are working super hard on perfecting this one dance that’s been bothering you for weeks

Working so hard that you completely forget the time, and that your bfs will be waiting for y’all

How convenient lmao

So when Oikawa and Iwaizumi come out of the volleyball clubroom and can’t see you two around, they head on over to the classroom that they know you go to while they’re at practice

As they’re coming towards the classroom, they can hear music playing in there, and just poke their heads around the door

At first they’re both in shock, like seeing you, who’s usually so quiet and reserved, going all out on a dance like that??

You two are facing away from them and filming, with your phone propped up on the windowsill, so you don’t notice that they’re watching

Iwa’s pretty happy with staying there and just watching but Oikawa is totally like “ooooh I know this one!!”

So he comes and joins in behind you two

You two are so caught up in your dance that you don’t even see his image on the phone screen in front of you, until you finish dancing and turn around to see your boyfriend, still sweating from vball practice and looking at you in absolute wonder

You try to hide away from him because your boyfriend, who would never expect you to be performing kpop dances in front of a camera in an empty classroom just saw you doing just that and oh GOD that’s embarrassing

He’s like OH HELL NO you are NOT getting away from me now I know you can dance like that COME BACK

Kanji Koganegawa

I feel like he would like to date someone who’s a little more on the quiet side, because he’s super loud and energetic, and he needs someone to balance that out

AND HE’S A TOTAL KPOP STAN FITE ME ON THAT

Him and Oikawa are the biggest kpop stans in the Miyagi Prefecture 💅💅

So I think that he’s gonna be the one to approach you and be like hey we should try this lmao

Like, expecting you to say no, so when you say yes he’s so surprised

You both start learning it separately, so that you’ll be almost done learning it when you see each other

He’s super excited, but then he also knows that you’re quite shy and quiet, so he’s not really expecting you to go all out on this

Oh no he was wrong

When he sees you again for the first time after he suggested it, you both perform as far as you’ve learned to the other, to see how much you have to learn

He goes first, and just imagine him,,,just picture it in your mind 🥺🥺

He’s kinda bad, but a+ for effort

And then it’s your turn

He suddenly panics, because he thinks that it’s quite out of character for you, and he might of accidentally peer pressured you into it lmaoo

You brush him off, and when you start dancing… damn

He’s in shock

If you looked inside his brain right at that moment all you would see is just ????

When he gets over his initial surprise, he kinda realises like,,, that’s hot WHY have i never seen this before

You put him to shame and he knows it

When you’re done he just stares at you

You’re kinda nervous because??he’s not saying anything??

And then he kinda explodes

He’s all like

“WHY did you not tell me you could dance like that that seemed so unlike you??we could have been doing this for months??I didn’t know you could dance like that???what??

Kiss him to shut him up please thank you

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izzyhunterscar · 4 years

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Kirishima X Reader X Midoriya (DEATHNOTE AU)

Yandere!Izuku X Shy!F!Reader X Yandere!Kirishima (How tf do you spell his name? Eijiro or Eijirou… Wiki says Eijiro but like tons of other things says Eijirou. Help mehhh I'm just going to go with Wiki....)

Quirkless AU, Deathnote AU

Requested by BooksForLifeBowTies

You watched the television eating your favorite snack (f/s). "Blah blah blah, just tell me the dude's name already." Tapping you finger on your death note impatiently. "Dewa Fujio how should you die...you seem kind of old, but they're catching onto my heart attacks...not that they could catch me." You scrawl down his name.

'Dewa Fujio. Trips and cracks his head open.'

"Sweet and simple!" You smile and put your deathnote in your desk under the false bottom of your drawer. "I should probably sleep....or I could grind on some videos games!" You get on your computer and log into your account.

[Welcome to Hero Academy! Please login!

User: (Gamer/name)

Pass: ***************]

[Welcome (G/n)!

Press Tab for stats, I for inventory, and P for teleportation]

You notice that your friends Izuku, Katsuki, Ochaco, and Eijiro were on. You teleport to them and they invite you to their party.

"Hey guys!" You speak into your mic.

"(Y/n)! I thought you had to study?" Izuku greets. "N-not that I don't want you here! I-I wan-"

Katsuki cut him off. "What Deku is asking is if you finished your studying."

You laughed. "Yup! Got my hour of studying in and took a quick nap! Now it's time to GRINDDDDD!"

Eijiro chuckled. "I never understand how you are such a high level with your busy schedule."

"Study, sleep, eat, and video games!!" You openened your stats.

[Lvl. 325

Health: 5200/4500 (+700 equipment boost)

Stamina: 3500/3000 (+500 equipment boost)

Strength: 7900 (+900 weapon boost)

Quirk1: Sniper Healing Quirk2: Death Wings]

You groaned. "I just want to be level 500!!! Is that so much to ask!!!"

You heard collective laughs and grumbles.

"Oh shut up, nerd!" Katsuki grumbled out at you. "Quit complaining, we're all at level 150 so stop your whining."

"How did you level up so quickly? Didn't you start a while after us...." Izuku wondered.

"Simple!" You exclaimed happily. "First a leveled up group adopted me at the beginning and helped me grind out to level 45! Then once I could solo the villains, I calculated-"

"I'm muting you..." Katsuki growled out.

"You're just salty!" Kirishima laughed ta his friend. "But (Y/n)! Teach me your ways!!"

"Me too!" Izuku chimed in.

"I'm going to go guys! You have fun!" Ochaco left the game.

You continued explaining your grinding techniques and Katuski got tired of it and left as well.

"So basically, it's all about timing. Once you have the timing and maxed out your stats at your level you're pretty much unstoppable! You can even take on people with a higher level if you got the strategy down!"

"You're so amazing, (y/n)!" Izuku gushed over the chat. Eijiro joined in on the compliments.

You blushed, not that they could see. "I'm just average, guys. S-stop with the flattery, I'm blushing!"

After a while of you carrying your trip through dungeons, Izuku brought up an interesting subject.

"But isn't Kira kind of a hero? I mean she-they are getting rid of the trash in the world. I wish I had the courage to do that!" Izuku praised the serial killer that was recently on the news.

You froze up at the mention of your recent activities. You noticed Izuku always brought Kira up whenever you were together. "O-Oh well I mean they aren't wrong for getting rid of the criminals, but is it really for them to decided?" You countered. 'Yes it is definitely for me to decide, who else would do it, they might be back on the streets days later.'

Kirishima butted in. "I feel like you don't like Kira that much (Y/n). You never seem to approve of them."

"Well, you guys always bring Kira up and killing is just wrong in general. And how do we know they aren't going to start killing whoever. Your name could be on tv and Kira could just decide they need some entertainment."

"But you wouldn't kill us right? If you were Kira and got tired of us, you wouldn't kill us right?" Izuku presssured.

You chuckled nervously, "IF I was Kira and I got tired of you guys, I would kill you off. If I were to think in a Kira mindset, I'd want you to stop snooping around and bringing Kira up. Unless, of course, you made yourself useful. I mean, Kira doesn't know everything. It takes time." While you tried to make it sound hypothetical, your threat was clear. You didn't want to talk about Kira anymore.

Izuku laughed nervously while punching some demon away from your character. "S-so do you want to come with Eijiro and me to karaoke after school tomorrow?"

You sighed, you were different in real life, they knew that. You hated being put on spot and stuttered when the attention was on you. You were shy but not as shy as Izuku, that didn't mean you were a pushover.

Tons of things were going down tomorrow. The FBI was looking more into the cases and you knew it was a matter of time before the famed detective, known as L, would takeover the Kira cases. You would have your work cut out for you and no time to play after the fact. Your lovely companion, Ryuk, had told you of the Shinigami eyes you could obtain. The price? Half your life. No thank you. You wanted to live a long successful life.

"I would love too, but I have even more studying as the exams come up." You politely declined. "I-I also won't be online as much, just to let you all know. I'm a little worried about the exams so I'll be taking some online courses."

Kirishima blew a raspberry into his mic. "C'mon, (Y/n)! You are literally top three in smarts in the whole school! You don't need to study THAT much! Just tomorrow! Please! It's not manly to not hang out with your friends!" The spiky redhead huffed.

You rolled your eyes, typing '-_-' into the chat. "Kiri, I'm not trying to be manly, I'm trying to pass school. And on the topic of school, you aren't doing so hot are you?"

Over the mic you could hear him accidently knocking some things over. "N-no! I'm doing-"

Izuku cut in. "Eijiro, you are failing history. And math. And the remedial classes they put you in."

You giggled. "Nice try, Kiri. You can't keep this from me. Here's a compromise, how about you come over to my house and we can study instead of going out to karaoke. That way we can hang out and get some work done."

"Sounds good!"

Izuku sputtered out, "H-Hey! What about me?"

"Uh," You thought about it for a second. Both boys coming to your house, alone with each other. You blushed furiously. "Y-you can come if you want! I-I didn't mean to leave you out like that! I just know that you are so smart already and you don't really need help. But I'm not that great of a tutor so you can help me help Kiri! You can totally come to my house too! A-And why not make it a sleepover! T-This Friday let's meet up and we can sleep over the weekend! My parents are on another business trip so we'd have it all to ourselves! N-Not that it was my intention or anything!" You rambled on in embarrassment and guilt.

Both boys perked up to the sleepover part and almost died of redness. "That sounds amazing, (Y/n)!" They both replied to you.

You let out a long breath of tiredness. Damn your shyness and kindness. Not that you didn't love the two boys, but you might have to put your vigilante duties on hold next weekend. Those boys were already curious enough about Kira, aka you, not that they knew.

"I-I'm going to go to sleep now...see you tomorrow! Night!" You quickly logged out and shut down your computer.

They both let out lovesick sighs and shut down their own computers, each saying good night to you in their own special way.

Izuku opened his closet and pressed a code into the back wall. The wall opened up to a shrine of things you've touched, pictures of you as well as any notes or gifts you have given him. He glazed over the items and bowed on both knees. "Night, love! I'll figure out a way to be helpful to you! Just you wait!"

Kirishima opened a folder full of intimate pictures of you, changing, bathing, sweating and many other activities. "Good night, my princess. If you even found about this you would never think of me manly again. I'll have to steal you away and prove my manliness to you. That actually doesn't sound so bad...I'll prove how much a man I can be to you!"

You checked the news on your phone one last time before turning it off and heading to bed. Your head was full of worries and strategies on the new obstacles you brought upon yourself.

The week went by a blur. You saw your friends occasionally, mostly at lunch and some at your free period, but that was the most social interaction you had with them for the week. You would give a shy smile and wave before going straight home after school to do extra and thorough research. You doubled up on the criminal research since your weekend would be occupied.

Watching the news in anticipation, you saw that a rapist had escaped and was on the run. "Useless police." You murmured as you brought out your prized deathnote. "Ryuk, would you do me a favor and just tell me the name of that man." You pointed your pen at the picture on screen. The name unreleased due to "privacy", but everyone knew the real reason.

"You know what to do, mortal. Just half your life and you won't need me to do anything for you."

"B-But....fine. I guess I have to do everything myself." You scoffed. "You are as useless as those cops."

The Shinigami ate his apple in silence as he shrugged with no care as you set yourself down at the computer.

You cracked your knuckles and stretched. "Alright! Stalker mode on!" You did an image search and found him in a social media post, however the account was not his and he wasn't tagged. "Well I guess I'll pay this person a small visit. Simple. Just go and ask the woman the guys name." You found the woman's address and dressed in warm clothes. You paced the sidewalk, you just had to turn the corner and ask the woman. "J-Just go up and ask. S-Simple. (Y/n)! Pull yourself together!" You turned the corner before abruptly turning around and heading home. "Dammit. Stop your snickering you Laughing Jack rip off."

He stopped snickering and snarled. "Just because we're both larger then your puny self does not make us the same."

"Wow, something actually bothers the death god. Shocker." You threw an apple his way, sighing in defeat. "I can literally figure out anything on the internet but when it comes to real life I can't do anything! I-It's not my fault people are hard to talk to!" You threw yourself on your bed and fell asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow.

The next day came as fast as you went to sleep it was one of those nights where you blinked and it was morning.

Running on caffeine and a blink of sleep, you got through your school day. The end of the day came quickly and you found Izuku and Kirishima waiting for you at the front gate already packed and conversing in hushed whispers.

You called to them and both of them immediately stopped talking but smiled and walked over to you. Even though you were slightly curious as to what's got them huddles together with not-so innocent smiles on their faces, you were never one to push or pry.

When you reached your house you gave them a basic house tour and brought them to your room. You had already set the futons out in your room and let them bicker over who got which one. Your room was spacious enough to put a barrier between the beds and give you privacy. You told them to get comfortable and you were going to take a shower first, since you interrupted their conversation earlier, you hoped they resumed it here.

When you didn't hear anything of interest, you hopped into the shower, humming a sweet tune. What you didn't expect, was for them to be so snoopy.

You exited the bathroom wearing a comfy silky robe and caught the two with your death note in their hands and Ryuk conversing with two other shinagamis.

You let out a shocked squeal and retreated to the bathroom. Your thoughts were haywire. What were they doing looking for your death note? Why were there two other shinagamis out there and why should you not barge out, grab your note, and kill them? You calmed yourself down and thought about everything rationally.

You took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out. All eyes were one you. You snatched your death note from the two boys, who looked liked kicked puppies, and sat down in a sofa chair.

Your body shook a little due to the fact you had to confront them about the recent events.

"So..explain." You opened your death note and tapped the pen in your hand as a warning.

They both immediately fell to your feet and uttered ashamed apologies.

"I didn't ask for an apology, I asked for you to explain."

Izuku started. "Remember how you said IF you were Kira you would kill us if we weren't useful? We love you so much and would happily die for you, but we want to be as useful as we can to you!"

Kirishima finally looked up and added onto what Izuku had said. "And then we both were granted death notes! And we remembered that you can't do everything and we certainly didn't want your life taken, so we both traded for Shinigami eyes!! Now we can help you!"

You bit your lip nervously. "This is certainly a surprise. I had no idea you l-loved me! The thought just sounds crazy. Moving on...how did you know I was Kira. I was sure I was careful."

That's when Izuku made his move. He latched onto your crossed legs and rubbed his cheeks on your bare skin. "Oh my love! You were very careful! You are so smart and wonderful and a great actor, but we've studied you! We notice things no one else would about you! My darling, we would know if you were keeping things from us! That's why we got rid of all your obstacles! Well as many as we could."

You shuddered at the weird behavior both men were exhibiting. This was nothing like what you thought they were like. "Wait! How long have you known? And how long have you had your death notes?"

Kirishima eyed Izuku with jealousy as the broccoli haired man stroked your legs lovingly. "We've know for a little over three weeks, about the same time we were granted our death notes."

Your eyes buldged. You were that obvious to them?! You turned and glared at Ryuk. "Tell me you didn't let it slip to your buddies."

He shrugged. "My 'buddies' already knew. They saw and they made their decision on what to do with that information."

A hand on your chin moved your gaze to red pointed eyes. "Don't look at those monsters, princess. They're too hideous for your precious eyes."

You shook both boys off. "Y-You want to help me?" You asked uncertain.

"Yes, darling."

"It is my wish to stay by your side, princess."

"Oh, well I can't deny the usefulness you both can be with those eyes. I suppose I'll allow it."

Eijiro and Izuku managed to wrap themselves around you and nudged you towards your bed. You all fell onto it and was squished between the two.

"Now that we've gotten the business part over with. What do you say about our manly confession? Only a true man would kill for the one he loves."

You looked at him dreamily. "If you killed someone for me, I'd marry you."

They both looked at each other and then at you. "We already did."

This got your attention. "Y-You have? For little ol' me? I-I who?"

You felt both their arms wrap around you as they told you of their killings. As weird as the situation was, you fell asleep to the whispers of their stories.

"You promised yourself to us, darling. We expect all your affection!"

"Don't be shy with us, we were made to please you."

"Never look at another male with those beautiful eyes."

"We're your kings and you are our princess. We'll have to lock you away in a tower if you don't love us."

A/N

I know this isn't exactly what you wanted, but I tried ;-; hopefully it's alright. It went a interesting direction buut it's finished! I had a lot of fun writing it even though I stretched the prompt a bit. Sorry for any mistakes!

-Izzy

#bnha #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha kirishima #x reader #reader insert #reader #student reader #op reader #supposed to be shy reader but idk how to write apparently #mha izuku #villain izuku #yandere midoriya #midoriya izuku #yander kirishima #yandere eijiro #yandere

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miran-native · 5 years

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About Mimeosomes

Everyone who’s played through the main story knows the basics: Mimeosomes were designed to bridge the unknown amount of time it would take humanity to find a new habitable planet. This way, people wouldn’t grow old and be able to maintain the White Whale and protect the Lifehold. We know that they are artificial in nature and that they are controlled from the consciousness stored within the Lifehold.

Elma mentions in one of the chapters (l can’t remember which one rn, but if someone requests it I will look it up) that the Lifehold cannot be too far, since they would otherwise feel the lag. Considering how the player can move freely all around Mira it is suffice to say that while the Lifeholds transmission range is limited, it is nonetheless still huge. Like, encompassing a whole planet huge.

(Though, this observation might be futile since the endgame reveals that humanity would have been dead all along, so Mira Magic prevents us from making a sensible estimate as to how far this range could have been.)

What the main story chapters don’t tell us are the little details: can mimeosomes get sick, do they need food, etc.

So here is what I found:

Right off the bat: Mimeosomes have organic components. It is why in the sidequest “Lakeside Getaway” the cantors are able to exterminate the workers there, as they had laid eggs inside their bodies. We also see symptoms of sickness in Ajoa (the NPC who either dies or survives depending on your choices) because of that.

Despite that, other NPCs tell us that a mimesome doesn’t experience allergies and that they keep the humans safe from germs and contaminations which means they can’t get sick.

I’ve seen other speech bubble dialogue pop up when you walk past NPCs, talking about the ration bars BLADE use when they are out in the field (unfortunately I didn’t take screenshots at the time because I didn’t think I’d make a blog with all that neat trivia. They didn’t say anything important, just talked about the taste of these things).

If they didn’t need to eat at all, I figure they’d just pass on eating while they are on a mission since it’s just additional hassle – which is why I believe that (part, if not all) those organic components make up the digestive system. A lot of parasites do settle in the intestines, so I feel this is most likely the case.

Other neat things I found:

We know that mimeosomes are supposed to mimic the actual human as close as possible when it comes to looks, but there are a few NPCs that tell us that there is a bit of leeway included when it comes to outer appearance.

Hair, for example, can be easily swapped out (or in Felice’s case replaced), so there don’t seem to be any restrictions on hairstyle and color. Used to have straight hair and want curls now? Apparently no problem.

In the same dialogue Dorothy tells us that ‘bells and whistles’ is stuff like less weight, get rid of scars, beer bellies, etc. (I really wish I had screenshotted that latter part too, but again, I didn’t think I’d make a blog with this. I tried talking to her again, but I had cleared a chapter or the main story even and the dialogue didn’t pop up again.)

So from how I understand it: As long as it doesn’t concern one’s facial features (you know, that thing that makes a person actually recognizable, like eyes, nose, mouth, jawline, etc. you are good to go. Height, I assume, is one of them. Not sure on eye color, since technically there do exist contact lenses that change eye color) one is free to do whatever they want. Make oneself skinnier, get rid of wrinkles, whatever comes to mind.

And it kinda makes sense, really. The higher-ups would know that people would never get their old bodies back and start over with newly created ones, so things like scars or overweight and other stuff one did to their body (surgeries and tattoos included) wouldn’t carry over anyway. The new body would be a blank slate in regards to that.

Other bits of trivia:

Another NPC says that one can regulate the growth of their hair and nails, even shut it off completely if they so wish.

(Unfortunately I do not have a screenshot and I don’t remember which NPC that was, so until I go through the game again and actually find it, take this one with a grain of salt.)

One of the NPCs in front of the mimeosome maintenance center (Kent D. Carr) says that sensory impressions like taste are just data that one could easily recreate by uploading them in the mimeosome maintenance center. Which means that any kind of sensation can be recreated as long as it is in the database. (I assume this doesn’t only apply to the taste of say, chocolate cake, but also touch or maybe even visual recreation of something.)

I find it very interesting that this is even possible to do, since mimeosomes can eat and taste well enough to differentiate tastes (if they didn’t why would fellow BLADEs gush about Lin’s food or complain about the taste of the ration bars. And Lin has this whole thing in one of the official short stories where she complains about the canteen food on the White Whale). I guess it is still different from the real thing. Or maybe this is to preserve the taste of food one can’t get on Mira anymore. All human food is synthesized after all and in no way ‘natural’, so it wouldn’t possibly taste the same.

(I actually do have a screenshot of this buuuuuut it’s in German and I took it with my phone because I couldn’t connect the Wii U with the internet at the time. If anyone wishes to see it, I will gladly upload it though.)

The blood substitute is called “biocirculatory plasma”

This is said by Lin in Ch. 5 after Cross gets their arm blown off (screenshot available, but I didn’t deem it necessary to add as it’s a mainstory cutscene). Not exactly missable, but thought I’d throw it in here in case someone needs it for fanfiction or anything. The plasma is also blue, not red, as implicated by the following things:

a.) Mimeosomes are called Blue Bloods in Japanese

b.) After the attack on NLA (Ch. 8) there are NPC who do express their surprise at the humans being blue blooded/mimeosomes.

c.) This picture:

The plasma also has to circulate somehow inside the body so it’s not a stretch to assume that mimeosomes have an artificial heart that acts as pump.

Ch. 5 also shows that mimeosomes can be shut down to prevent pain or further plasma loss. It is also possible to just turn off the pain response and stay conscious (I think this was said in the Sylvalum mission “Predator and Prey”).

Mimeosomes are able to feel some sort of “reverse phantom pain”, i.e. feeling the (partial) lack of a body part even though it’s connected and up and running. This is also part of Ch. 5 after the player awakens in the maintenance center and is asked if they feel okay. One of the options leads to this bit of trivia.

Okay, I think that was all I had for now. Thanks for reading :D

If anyone can provide missing screenshots or has found other bits of trivia regarding mimesomes do tell – or even better, submit!

An extra bonus:

The name mimeosome may come from the Greek μνήμη (mnimi, pronounced as mnee-mee)) and σώμα (soma). Minimi means memory and soma body so the word would basically translate to memory body. And that’s kina dope.

Not sure if this is right, obviously, the “mimeo” might be latin or some shit (or ancient Greek which is NOT the same, lemme tell you, as a native Greek speaker) and just mean mimic (as in mimic the human body), but, oh well.

Edit:

So, someone in the tags said that “Blue Bloods” is a term used in Japan to describe the rich and exempt (makes sense, here in Germany the nobility used to be referred to as such as well because the veins look blueish against pale skin. And back then pale skin meant you didn’t bust your ass open working in the fields), so basically sth among the lines of “rich and lucky ones” which is a neat bit of foreshadowing that got lost in translation. (I know who you are but since this was just tag-rambling I figured you might wanna keep your name outta this - if not, I can edit your name into the post.)

They also wondered how tf this mix of organic and mechanic components would even work; now, I don’t think the game is ever going to give us an actually coherent and scientifically sound explanation for that - I think they most likely settled on bullet points of what mims can/can’t do to keep things consistent (bc one would need not only a medical, but also a scientific and engineering degree to have a good grasp of everything and I’m sure af the developers didn’t study up THAT meticulously on this), but I was thinking about it, bc ya know, I studied biophysics and find this kinda stuff interesting af.

And then I remembered that one of the research groups at my university studies the interaction between organic molecules and solid surfaces.

This kind of research can be used to get new insights on how those molecules function, and also helps developing better prostheses (in regards to biocompatibility) - obviously they aren’t trying to make artificial organs or anything related to mimeosomes, but it IS a pretty big field afaik.

Organic molecules can be viruses or bacteria for examples - and bacteria are a very important part of our intestinal flora.

So, what if a mimeosome’s intestinal tract is made out of a material that those kinda bacteria can thrive on? (It can’t be cells imo, bc human cells have to replace themselves very regulary. Intestinal cells get replaced every 2 - 4 days for example - and making use of life cells that need renewal seems to defeat the purpose of almost-immortal machines since the point was to live in and with them as long as possible as it was unclear when they’d find a new planet to settle on.) Gut flora can digest carbohydrates and certain sugars, so there is a starting point as to how mims could digest food. These bacteria can’t break down everything, but it is common practice in life sciences to use bacteria as hosts to express certain enzymes (even though they weren’t native in that bacterium before), so engineering bacteria that could digest all kinds of food doesn’t seem like too much of a stretch to me.

#Xenoblade chronicles X #mimeosome #XBCX #Xenoblade X #mimeosomes

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littleteatimestories · 5 years

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Connor/Ratonhnhaké:ton x Fem Soldier! Reader: Whatever It Takes (1)

Notes from the author: Hey, hey! So here’s another reader-insert for all of ye, AC fans! Another story that has been piled up in my files. I’m still an AC fan, but my focus is more on TF (short for Transformers) especially on More Than Meets The Eye/Lost Light. Anyway, this was supposed to be a one-shot only, but I’ll turn this into 2 parts so I’ll be writing the last part for this soon.

I'll try to see if Connor will have romantic feelings for the reader because, honestly, I'm having a hard time imagining Connor in a relationship. I will try my very best, though.

Part 1: When You Break the Chains - 🔖 Part 2: ? - 📝

Part 1: When You Break the Chains

“Form ranks!”

You stood straight, your head and eyes levelled directly ahead. It felt like you forgot to breathe in and out of air because you were trying to fit in and, well, not get caught.

“Present arms!”

You positioned your bayonet rifle on your right shoulder.

“Position one!”

You scrambled your feet as fast as you can. You didn’t turn your head nor eyes from anywhere but right in front of you. When you were finally in your position, you stood upright once again. You kept your breathing as balanced as possible, only doing so through your nose.

“Position two!”

Another scrambling of feet was heard. After a minute, you felt a presence beside you.

“Hey,” a soldier greeted, his silvery voice reaching your ears while his attention not turning to you.

“Hey,” you returned the greeting.

You knew him as Jude Sidney. He was a Loyalist and always believed that declaring a revolution for the nation’s independence was only a waste of time. As for your own beliefs and ideals, you actually didn’t know what really was right for this nation. You thought you were only doing the right thing because your brother told you so. He got crippled from his last assignment in the field as a soldier and after a month, the British government wanted him back in duty. At first, he didn’t have any choice, but to comply (The British Army needed more handful of men in order to win the war). However, you pleaded that you replaced him instead. You didn’t want to lose him, not after your father’s death from the war as well.

Protests escalated between you two until you decided to go directly to the army and volunteer yourself, without your brother’s consent anymore and only leaving a letter for him. You pretended to be the younger ‘brother’ of your eldest, even wearing men’s clothing and cutting your hair.

Jude found out your actual gender when you got injured on your right side at one incident. You panicked at that time since fighting really wasn’t your specialty, obviosuly. You were unaware that a medium-sized cannon ball struck at an inch beside you, which toppled you at the side and severely sliced your right side with a pointy tree branch. You tried to run away out of panic when Jude found you. He finally discovered the truth when he tried to treat you and you didn’t have a choice, but to tell him the truth.

After that, he kept his mouth sealed. He can sympathize with your story and promised that he will bring you back home alive to your brother.

“Move!”

You marched forward then your group exited to the left, starting to disperse one by one and going to each of their own respective tasks. You were assigned to guard the weaponry room with Jude (because he insisted the captain that he ‘needed to offer an extra hand to you’ since, well, the weapons room was indeed quite spacious).

“This isn’t really necessary,” you told him after going over to the assigned task.

He shrugged, “You say that, but in the end, I know you needed all the help you can get.”

You nasally sighed. “I can handle this, Jude. It’s not like anyone’s attacking the fort.”

“You may be right on that one. But let’s not forget on what happened to one of us here.” He looked to you with amused, but worried eyes.

You glanced down. Indeed, you remember that horrifying news. Words reached your ears that one of the soldiers slaughtered another one of your ranks. The body was sliced into pieces and the internal organs missing, presumably cannibalism took place. You could just vomit with just the thought of it. Said soldier had already been detained, though you heard that he died due to lack of food and water. Worst-case scenarios can happen if they found out that there was a woman among them.

You closed your head momentarily and shook your head a little. Just thinking about it more made you even nauseous. “You really didn’t have to remind me of that...” You opened your eyes afterwards.

Jude laughed quietly. “Oh, sorry about that. Don’t want to clean up your vomit if you ever can’t take it.”

You lightly punched his arm using your elbow. “Shut up already, Jude.” You sighed. “I’m going to go over there. You stay here.” You walked towards another side of the room.

Jude just grinned and chuckled. He found your minor predicament a little enjoying, perhaps to lighten the atmosphere since the fort that the two of you and the rest of the soldiers were in was not really a typical fort.

Fort Wolcott was a small fortification on the small Goat Island, built to protect the nearby town of Newport, Rhode Island. This was named Fort George in 1730, but later changed it into its current name when the British took control of it after Rhode Islanders burned the British customs ship, the HMS Liberty in 1769.

Honestly, you’d been here for two years, and nothing new has changed ever since that rebellion happened a few years ago; same old routines and tasks. Most of the soldiers had grown weary for just being here and even complained on how this was some meaningless assignment. You heard rumors that all of you were only sent here because the captain did something wrong and this was a form of punishment. From what kind of trouble that he did, you also didn’t know. None of you weren’t able to capture that information.

Some 30-ish-year old man came inside the weaponry room and announced, “Come on, ye two! The captain’s callin’ us. He seems pissed.”

Jude groaned, “Probably another lecture from him. He was just pissed last week merely because we’re sleeping on the job.”

The old man gave a ‘tsk’, “Stop complain’, Sidney. I didn’t like this either as much as you also.” He shifted his attention to you and nudged his head, “Look at (L/n). Least he’s not complainin’. Ye can learn from him.”

Jude rolled his eyes. “That’s because he’s playing safe. He doesn’t want to get scolded by the captain, too. I mean, all of us don’t want to be scolded by him.”

“Whatever, Sidney. Can we just go? If we’re late, we’ll be doubling our punishment.” The old man shook his head in disapproval.

He went out first. You approached the young man.

“You okay?” you asked in a concerned tone.

“I’m fine. Just, you know, a little irked,” he answered rather solemnly.

You just held his arm gently, rubbing it up and down, to at least tell him non-verbally that everything’s going to be alright. Though, you highly doubt that everything was far from being fine.

He looked at you. When he saw that reassuring smile of yours, he immediately shifted his eyes all around the room. He breathed in and out of air then took a step at the side, which loosened your hold from him.

“Let’s go!” he finally declared. “The old man’s right. If we’re late, we’ll be receiving twice the harsh punishment.”

You nodded, and the two of you began to move your feet.

***

“You are not trained to comment on strategy nor are you aware of rebel movements!” the captain roared. “We are under orders to hold Fort Wolcott against rebels at all costs! So stop complaining and just do your jobs! The next man I hear questioning the validity of their tasks will receive ten lashes and seven days in the old dungeon without rations! Am I making myself clear?!”

“Yes, sir!” the soldiers bellowed their answers.

“Your duties and other details for the coming week will be in this dirt-sheet. Those who are assigned in B Company will be doing drills and, until they properly execute formations two and three, there will be no rum rations. Sloppy marching will not be tolerated!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Dismissed!”

Each soldier was given a sheet of their assigned tasks. It looked like you got lucky because you weren’t in the B Company list.

“Great,” Jude muttered. “I guess I’m being punished for nothing.”

His name appeared on the list. You grimaced for him and voiced an apology. He just shook his head and gave a small smile.

“I can handle this.” He then whispered, “Just make sure to save me some of those rum.” He winked and proceeded to do the formation.

You watched him strode off with the rest of the soldiers enlisted. As you were about to go back to your daily task (since you weren’t given a new one), the captain called upon you.

“Sir!” you saluted, making sure to make your voice as deep as possible.

“(L/n), you’ll be shifting your post with Rosenshire. He’s guarding the prison. Give this sheet to him. His new post is in here.” He handed to you the piece of paper.

You bobbed your head. “Yes, sir.”

He hummed and left you without any more suspicions. You were still surprised that no one in the army (except for Jude) knew your true identity yet. You were thankful for that and hoped that this luck of yours may not run out.

***

“The captain has a new task for you,” you told Rosenshire upon meeting him in front of the prison, guarding the door.

“New task? From the captain?” he asked, his voice laced with gruffness.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes by just blinking. “Yes, Rosenshire. It’s none other than the captain himself.”

He forcefully grabbed the paper out of you and you just nasally sighed. Some of the soldiers here were really rude. Jude told you not to get to their bad side because they will definitely include you in their most wanted list. Of course, if you want to lock your secret away, you had to avoid conflict as much as possible.

He opened it. He then scoffed loudly. “What’s this? I have to march formations?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess you’re part of B Company then.”

“This’s ridiculous. It’s not like there’re any rebels in here.”

“We can’t be too careful. Look, Captain’s orders, Rosenshire. I’ll be taking your place.”

He shook his head disappointedly. “This’s gettin’ us nowhere at all.” He took off, nonetheless.

You can sympathize with him and the rest of soldiers here. No matter how useless the formations, trainings, guarding and the like, you had to follow orders. Right now, you find yourself doubting why you had to guard a prison cell with no prisoners at all; well, mostly soldiers who weren’t doing good jobs, but all of them were gone because they usually die on natural causes like a disease or extreme hunger.

Standing there felt like an eternity to you. An hour and a half has already passed when you flickered your eyes to two soldiers, a sniper and a grenadier, hurriedly approaching your direction.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked.

“There’s a rebel inside our fort. Alerted some of our ranks and they’re doing a thorough search,” the grenadier answered.

You crunched your brows. “What? That can’t be...”

“We found the fresh dead bodies of Wilkins and Kidstone. And not only them, but also Smith’s and Condor’s, too. Probably we have more,” the sniper reported.

“Just step aside.”

You weren’t given much time to process of the events unfolding right as of this moment as you trailed behind. As you entered the foul-smelling prison, you got a glimpse of an unknown male, dressed in a white-hooded robe, attuned with blue accents. He looked buff and muscular. You also noticed that he had series of weapons at his back and on his waist. He was definitely not your ordinary rebel scum.

Your grenadier ally put out his broad axe and the sniper pointed the musket at him. You also did the same. What could go wrong? He’s outnumbered.

“Let’s see what you got, rebel scum.”

Then, you heard some cannons being fired, which apparently hit the prison roof and destroyed half of it. All of you stepped aside, but lost balance as the rubble impact was too strong. The sniper hit his head and lost his consciousness while you lightly hit yours on the ground. You were still sensible, but temporarily vulnerable as you tried to recompose yourself.

From what you can still witness, the unknown man fought off the grenadier with all of his strength. He had a tomahawk in his hand, but you were able to catch with your eye another blade under his wrist. Were you being delusional now?

You then saw your ally fell to the ground, red liquid spilling off from his neck. You stared at the unknown man and he also did the same. Is he going to kill you, too?

You were interrupted when half of the prison roof collapsed. You scurried yourself out by sliding away from the debris. And that was where you heard a shout,

“We’re under attack!”

You stared at the man again until he decided that it was time to go. He climbed up the roof, using the debris as his scaffold. Obviously, you weren’t going to let him escape that easily. You grabbed your musket and exited towards the now broken door. You kept your eyes at him as he entered the now run-down and burned down building. You shuffled your feet as fast as you can. You heard another yell,

“Captain’s dead! Shot by cannon fire!”

‘That’s not good!’ you mused. ‘Who’s in command now?’

It didn’t matter anymore. Your objective right now is to kill the rebel. As you continued to go to the building, which you knew to be just the very building where you had been ‘lectured’ by the captain, you heard your real name being called.

“(Y/n)!”

“Jude!” you reached out to him.

He was running towards you when you sighted a rooftop was about to fall right under him.

“Jude, stop! Look out!” You glanced up.

It was too late. The debris fell underneath him.

“Jude!” you screamed. You ran to him. You kept calling for him until he responded.

“(Y/n)! Over here!” He sounded in pain.

You feared the worst. His whole left leg was trapped by the rubble. Gasps of rapid breaths were being released every second by the both of you, mostly Jude’s since he was in much bigger pain.

“Jude!” You kneeled beside him, trying to find a way to get him out despite all the panic. “I-I’ll find a way. We’ll just need to get that out.”

He suddenly held your arm tightly, his eyes drooping. “You need to get out of here, (Y/n)... You didn’t deserve to be here... I want you go back to your brother... With the captain gone... this is your chance... You no longer need to serve this nation... Lead a happier life...” He winced and growled in pain.

Your voice quivered, “W-what’re you saying? I’m not leaving you here!”

Another pile of rubble fell a few inches away from you. Jude held you more firmly. “(Y/n), please... Do this for me... Even if I die... at least I get to see you alive... At least... my death wasn’t in vain because... I get to protect you.”

“Jude...” You couldn’t. You couldn’t just leave him like this! There must be a way to get him out of this! You tried to push the wreckage, but it was too heavy. You need some hands for this. You gazed at him one last time with teary eyes. “I’m so sorry...”

Another rubble was about to fall straight at the two of you.

“(Y/n), go!” He pushed you with more force and the debris came down before it could hit you.

“No!!!!!” you shrilled. You then sobbed loudly.

Your emotional side was almost taking control of you, but you were snapped out of it when you saw a familiar white-hooded man in your peripheral vision. Your soldier instincts emerged immediately as you took possession of your musket and pointed it at him. Your eyes began to puff and your cheeks wet from the tears.

You stuttered out, “S-stop, y-you rebel!”

The white-hooded man only observed you. You were trying not to shake too much, but it seemed failing since it was quite obvious that the tip of your musket was having a hard time pointing it to one direction. Your breaths got even more ragged ever since you poured all of your grief out. You were also making an attempt not to be too emotional since that the suspect was right in front of you.

Another blast in between you occurred and the two of you were toppled at the side. You eyed the rebel as he was quick to his feet. With your musket still intact on your hold, you swayed it downwards, which tripped him down. You were about to stab him with the bayonet when he spoke for the first time,

“Wait!”

His voice was clear, light, and pleasant. You were able to make out his facial features under his hood. You could tell that he was not British. With his dark-toned skin color, you could probably deduce that he was of a Native tribe.

“If you want to live, I can help you. You never have to keep your secret.”

You scrunched your brows down. “What?”

Then, the unexpected happened. The Native man countered you with the same method as you did to him. You were knocked on the ground and before you can even regain your composure, something hard hit your face and you were temporarily unconscious.

***

Connor heavily sighed. He didn’t expect a woman to be serving the British Army; a soldier at that. Women weren’t allowed to be part of the war, but here you were. He then obviously assumed that you must had entered the army by acting as a man. You must have a reason as to why you would risk your life joining in a war where hundreds die just for a belief that independence was not necessary for this nation (at least, that was what the British believed).

He didn’t even know what came over him, but he wanted to let you live. He saw your eyes. You cried. He supposed that seeing your fallen comrades made you emotional and fragile; if not the shaking of the hold of the musket was not evident enough. Besides, he had kind of a soft spot for women unless if he was dealing with the ones who were ruthless, then no mercy.

But, you... He saw something different in you. When he felt the anxiety radiating from you, he thought that maybe you didn’t want to be here or be a soldier at all. It was not that he was being heroic or anything, but he just felt compelled to help you out.

He could have left you there or killed you. It was a hassle bringing you since he didn’t have any more time. The fort can go down in any second now. He attempted to be swift in escaping while carrying you until both of you reached a high point. The ocean was just beneath you and jumping, of course, was the only solution.

Your eyes began to flutter open. “Where...?”

“We need to jump,” Connor blandly stated. He put you down, your balance still a little wobbly so he acted as your support.

“W-what…?”

“I apologize if this is rushed. I have no choice, but to touch you.” He enfolded you in his arms and that greatly shocked you.

“W-what are you doing?!” Your eyes widened.

“Hold on!”

He made the leap of faith and you were screaming.

***

“Captain, with all due respect, why did you bring a British soldier in here? You do know that the moment we touch land, he will inform his superiors!” Mr Faulkner was a bit irate, but trying to be calm as much as possible.

“She will not be being doing that, Mr Faulkner,” Connor emphasized your proper gender. The old man thought you were still a man.

Said old man creased his brows. “She?” He then peered to you. “You’re a woman?”

You nasally sighed a tired one. “Yes, I am.”

“I ain’t believing at all. You’re telling me you joined the army, British at that, and not a single one of them knew who you really are?”

You shook your head, but took that back as you spoke, “There is one who knew my real identity. But…” You pursed your lips.

“He is dead,” Connor finished it for you.

“Killed by a debris,” you almost glared at him. Jude would still be alive if it wasn’t for THIS white-hooded man.

“I’m sorry.”

You wanted to argue back. You wanted to beat him so badly. But, even if you do all that, nothing will change a thing. Jude will still not come back. You chose to remain silent and avoid looking at him as much as you can. You actually wanted to avoid punching his face for real.

Though, of course, you should be thankful that if it weren’t for this mysterious white-hooded man, you wouldn’t even be alive now. You wouldn’t even be in his ship right now. Why did he choose to let you live? He could have had the chance to kill you, but he didn’t.

Perhaps, you could try asking him that, however you were not in the mood to even talk to the man because of the events that transpired. You felt infuriated.

Once you reach land, will you be reporting to your superiors about what happened? Or, just go back to your brother and explain what happened?

Connor asked Mr Faulkner to leave and tend to the ship in his place. The old man did so as he exited the captain’s cabin. The Native opened his mouth,

“I was there to retrieve something.”

“And should that include bombarding the fort?” You could no longer contain not scowling at him.

“I have no other means of escape.”

“Then you could have at least tried harder!” You stood (since you had been sitting down) and almost shouted, your anger already evident. “Do you know how many men that I know died out there? If you just decided to just sneak your way out, then Jude could still be-“ You paused. You could feel tears forming in your eyes. You turned your back from him.

‘You have to stay strong, (Y/n). Don’t mourn for his death now,’ your thoughts advised you.

Silence consumed the room for brief moments. Connor spoke once more,

“We will reach Davenport Homestead in three days.”

“What?” Another one of those confusing moments occurred to you as you turned your attention to him. “We’re not going to dock in New York or Boston?”

“I believed in what Mr Faulkner said. I didn’t save you because I trusted you already. I still have doubts about you.”

“Then you could’ve killed me instead!”

“We are not to discuss that. You will be well taken care off and until I can trust you, I will let you decide on your next course. For now, you will be under my supervision.”

You scoffed. “You sound as if you’re my superior.”

“And might I ask who just let you live?”

Your mouth was open, but no words came out. He really got you there. You just puffed out a breath.

“Stay here for the time being. You can take the bed. I can just sleep at the chair.”

You didn’t say anything and definitely didn’t take a glance at him. He just nodded, assuming that you agreed and finally went out of the cabin.

So, apparently, he was taking you a prisoner.

‘Well, he seemed to be a legit captor. If I’m to go back to Boston, I have to earn his trust then,’ you finally decided in your head as you actually took the bed and let sleep devour you, hoping this would be all just a dream. But, you know it wasn’t.

Part 2 ⏩ (WIP)

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strictnoodle · 5 years

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Sanjivani 2

Now that the show has reached the 30th Episode mark; my overall impression about the characters and everything else. (wonder how much has changed and how much has stayed the same from my first post?)

**warning: long post + spoilers ahead!**

The Seniors:

Dr. Shashank Gupta An amazing father/mentor. He's too good at heart to the point he believes a hospital can run on goodwill alone bless his heart, no wonder Sanjivani is drowning in debt The way he seems so understanding to everyone else except his own daughter baffles me. I did not like it when he slapped her. Yeah she was a tad out of line, but he could’ve just opened his mouth and cleared the misunderstanding. With the way he was trying to shut her up, I'm pretty sure that was not the first time Anjali said that to his face; why not clear the misunderstanding? I refuse to believe he actually has romantic feelings for Juhi. Honestly, ousting Juhi from Sanjivani just because Rahul asked him to is the most redicules reason they could come up with.

Dr. Juhi Singh Still the badass COS that she is, deserves the position no questions asked. I love it every time she takes charge. Whether it’s handling Vardhan, Anjali or the junior residents, she’s doing an amazing job. I was hoping she doesn’t interfere with the father-daughter relationship, but then again I understand her desperation to clear things up. And boy, did she get more than what she bargained for. Seems Rahul and her are no longer together but reasons are still unclear. I’m not a fan of the ego clashes she’s having with Dr. Shashank. I get the emotional shock she’s in, but why can’t these characters just talk to each other?

Dr. Anjali Gupta ice baby, ice. Very ambitious. Would do anything to prove her self to her father even if it meant stabbing him in the back that luxury ward meeting? yikes. For her Juhi is an obstacle that’s always been between them, which is understandable as i’ve explained here. She firmly believes her dad is in love with Dr. Juhi and he has done absolutely nothing to clear it up. She craves her dad’s recognition so much she seems to be projecting it towards Vardhan? Anjali baby, no. She holds a soft spot for Dr. Sid and I really wish they’d explore more of this. I still want to see more layers of Anjali other than “the insecure daughter”.

Mr. Vardhan Makhija Still a douche. He’s the only character that speaks sense when it comes to how to run the hospital business wise. He’s been obsessed about the Luxury ward since the first episode I expected something other than a... beauty spa? who goes to a spa in the house of death and deceases? Psychopaths that’s who Seems like he’s using it as a cover to run some questionable/shady business Rahul is probably involved too. Can’t tell if he really has a thing for Anjali or he’s just manipulating her for his own means or both. I was honestly surprised he was worried about Sid seeing as he had no issues wishing death to Shashank? I can't with him.

The Juniors:

Dr. Siddhant Mathur A huge soft teddy bear. Very kind. Just when I started wondering why would they give him a playboy image, they shove a scene to remind me of his ways ugh, men are the worst! I love how he’s following Shashank’s footsteps with the mentoring. Very patient and understanding when dealing with people, especially with Ishani. Carries the weight of being an illegitimate over his head and he hides the pain really well. Still not a fan of his ways and can’t say I'm not glad they toned it down. I mean really punching that guy and taking his blood without consent? I’m pretty sure that falls under organ harvesting. Can't tell if he likes Ishani romantically or it’s because he’s just caring by nature, but he’s definitely attracted to her. I find it cute how bothered he is that she likes nothing about him. (Why did they change the actress who played his mom? And why was she hiding from Dr. Shashank? He better not be that idiot long lost father so help me god.)

Dr. Ishani Arora An Alien. An Alien from outer space who’s learning how to be human. jk, lol. or am I?. Socially awkward, doesn’t know proper human behavior and a diagnostic machine and thank god they toned that down. An emotional mess. Her germophobia stems from her background which she uses as a shield to keep people at a distance. Craves family and motherly love so much it honestly breaks my heart. Fiercely protective of those she calls her own slapping a guy twice her size for Asha? Absolutely fearless. An idiot, but fearless. Emotionally unstable; hence, the up and down behavior. Has been deprived of affection most of her life to the point she gets attached to anyone who shows her any form of affection. Can be self aware, as in did not hesitate to admit her mistake and apologize. A none believer and has issues with god. Life made her Cynical.

Sid/Ishani pairing I like the softness. I like how Sid respects her boundaries and tries not to touch her without permission. I liked the pace of their relationship but then the last two episodes happened and the level went from a soft 10 to a 100 in record speed, add the ‘L word’ they used for the promo and label me freaked tf out. I was very relieved when Ishani said “dost” in the episode even that was a bit of a stretch but i’ll take it. I’m hoping it’s just a developing of a crush thing and nothing else.

Dr Rishab Vaidya Such a horrible horrible person. If anyone deserves a slap from their parent, it’s this one. Watching his ass get handed to him by Ishani was the highlight of the week for me.

Dr. Asha Kanwar This girl grew on me so much. Very competitive and has a valid reason to be. She’s in a race against time and her family. Always has her friends’ back, be it Ishani or Neil or anyone. I’m hoping her competitive nature doesn’t land her in trouble one day. Desperate people almost always end up doing something foolish.

Dr. Aman Gehlot This guy is too laid back for a first year resident. Seems he went to Sanjivani to follow Asha. Very protective of her.

Dr. Rahil Shekhar My absolute favorite out of everyone! I love him so damn much. Such a sweet soft guy, would do anything for his friend. I love how he took charge being the Second Year Resident and guided the rest in the ‘rescue Sid emergency procedure’. The second son of the Mathur household. I would literally watch 20 full minutes of him just doing laundry Give me more of him!

Dr. Neil Lama Lau I still cannot wrap my head around how he managed to enter medical school when he faints at the sight of blood? Probably became a doctor for his dad.

Performance:

I didn't write anything much the first time because I wanted to give the actors a fair chance to settle into their character, and I supposed 30 episodes is more than enough time, no? I honestly have no complain from the senior cast. Rohit’s 3D glasses need to go tho, asap.

My main issue is/was with the junior cast, specifically Namit and Surbhi. Since we don’t see much of the others I'm not really bothered about them, Now:

Namit As much as he’s nailing the laidback carefree attitude, he’s really really bad in emotional/intense scenes. I swear that phone conversation with his mom on the bench gave me secondhand embarrassment and I hate secondhand embarrassment. Every time Sid cries, I'm reminded of that face babies make when they’re fed something sour you know, all crunched up and stuff?. What was that death bed scene? And what is the Director doing? Your actor does subtlety really well, use it. And writers work around your actor’s weaknesses and utilize his strength fgs.

Surbhi: Some scenes she’s a pro and the other scenes i’m watching an amateur leaving me a whiplashed. Ishqbaaaz was the first show I've seen her in never seen Qubool Hai and I’ve noticed then Surbhi is a director’s actor(?). This actor-director team need to set tf down so they can get their shit together and agree once and for all how they want to present this character. Volume wise, personally I don't fault her much because Surbhi’s voice tone is naturally loud. Having a loud family myself a best friend too, these people really don’t realize how loud they’re being unless someone points it out to them, in this case the Director. I’m just glad it toned down considerably from the first couple of weeks.

Anyways, both are getting a pass from me so far since I'm just watching the show for fun; hence i’m not that bothered. But acting wise, both really have a lot of work to do like, a lot a lot. The directors need to up their game as well, half the issues would probably be solved if there was proper guidance and a clear vision between Namit/Surbhi and the Direction team.

Editing & everything else:

Still all over the place. One minute the doctors are wearing gloves, the next it magically disappeared? There’s no consistency with the scenes most of the time. Thankfully they worked on the lighting. It is much better than the first couple of weeks where we could barely see anything.

Finally...

The overall plot started okay-ish toned down considerably from the melodrama of the first weeks but then it was Cliche City the last two episodes. I'm hoping they go back to their previous pace because I liked the overall mellowness of the show. I don’t like how they’ve cut down on the medical cases. I mean it is a medical show? Where the main set is a hospital? And all main characters are doctors? smh. I personally prefer one medical case running for the entire week. That way there will be no super speed diagnostic and no miracle one minute cure happening.

I still catch up with the show on the weekends as i’m not yet heavily invested in the show I could sign off any minute. What I do like most is the grey shades of the characters, They’re not easy to like and makes picking them apart quite fun.

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lizuouou · 3 years

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1:17am

jan/18/21

NewYork NY

Today was interesting. I caught myself off guard by realizing how easily a person can get influenced by another. My cousin and I have been discussing family a lot and it feels guilty because there’s so many mistakes, mess and drama. I feel like I definitely over spilled the beans. I need to learn how to stay civil like this is not the best, I know this because it didn’t feel the best but also that my mom sent me a long paragraph explaining how I need to be mature enough to see a world through my win lens and not always be influenced by others, even if they have more votes, my opinion should be entitled to myself and not bias. Bias is a bitch.

I read about Poland springs and how the water they promise us from the springs of Maine doesn’t even have “a drop of fresh water” and Nestle got a lawsuit worth $5millll like bro serves you right we out here drinking tap water lmaooo are we kidding ourselves? Is it really false advertising? Because the last I remember ain’t nobody getting an entire carton of water for like $4? And the plastic, manufacturing, transport, and resources used to get the water itself probably costs so much more. And we’re being promised fresh water from the springs. But why would they give out fresh water from the springs? Who even are we kidding. Isnt water supposed to be worth much more? I thought there’s a war that’s going to happen on water. Shit’s precious!!!

Either ways, I was so bored that right after I actually opened Omegle. No not for any perverted business but because I just wanted to talk to someone. Anyways I came across an 8 year old who told me her boyfriend probably cheated on her and when I asked what? She said yeah haven’t spoken to him in 2 years. I had to control my laughter so hard and I just said “well if you haven’t talked to him in 2 years chances are he probably talked to someone else.” And now as I write this I realized damn, I just gave a little girl advice way too much for her maybe. She dipped faster than a wizard, b knows Whatsup, confrontational issues and shihhh. Then I came across this 19 year old girl from West Virginia who told me her parents left her with her grandmother along with her two younger siblings. They’re drug addicts. I felt kind of really bad because when I confessed I’m glad I saw her face and not a 40y/o’s dick she laughed and said “I just wanted to talk” and I felt that. We both reached out for our puff bars and simultaneously took turns to spill. She told me her dad doesn’t give a shit. We were so chill, no omg I’m sorry to hear that shit. Because let’s be real, you don’t need to be sorry. This is my life, if anything I just want God to feel sorry. Sorry as in, I’m sorry you is sad :( here are your dreams and goals in your hands ta-da. I wish. I felt bad for the girl, the internet kept twitching so I just closed the tab. An 8 y/o and a 18 y/o girl I’ll never speak to again. She told me so much about herself but we never told each other our names. Just our pain? Her boyfriend was a scum bag. Ex boyfriend. Well, I kept silent because I felt like she was being really open. I will never talk to her again. Feels so weird?

That is our generations summary of emotional connection. Short. Like all the fkn boys in my school in FPS like fam just grow up literally lmao jk. Am I? Nah. Anyways I also ditched a friend so brutally I feel bad. They booked an air bnb in front of Central Park and got food and zaza and everything but I chose to meet my best friend his mom and sister, he knew I’m no way interested in him at all. He’s actually always been this genuine. Man’s took the biggest L for us. While Yaldram, rhyme and i walked to his place, he took out a joint and lit it up. Mind it, ain’t legal. A cop literally took a u turn and Yaldram passed it to him cause he was shutting his pants and this dude said yeah give it to me nothings going to happen. BUT SOMETHING HAPPENED.

the cop showed up and asked if that’s weed and rhyme said yes. Holy shit at this point he stretched his arm out and asked for it again and he said no it’s just weed bro, then he reached out called 4 other cop cars by pressing a button (for backup) and I finally said “just listen to him man”. It was embarrassing, people walking past kept looking. Anyways he took all the blame, honestly I just took one puff and was not onboard with the idea to begin with, not even 3 minutes ago I was reminding them how that’s illegal.

He got a ticket, and then I met Yaldram’s mom for the first time and I think I made it so weird because of all what had just happened, was so anxious but whatever. Met his sister and will meet her again tomorrow even though he won’t be there. That makes me happy. I’m welcomed.

However, it was 11:35 pm and I really had to leave cause metro closes at 12am and I realized now it’s too late to go to the air bnb. I didn’t go for two reasons. 1) it’s an airbnb with one guy and stoned? Yeah kinda not the best situation to put myself in. 2) 1

But I felt really bad, this guy rhyme said nothing. He went full MIA for more than a year and doesn’t speak to anyone and didn’t even get back on social media but reached out to me and met me and actually did all this and at the end said bro it’s no worries I’ll drop you, paid for my metro djdnt even let me Venmo (or give me his # or Venmo) only contacts on insta. I didn’t tell anyone I met him because I have to respect his privacy. I apologized a few hours ago because lastnight I said sorry and just that sorry about the food. Because he ordered food there already. But in the morning he told me that I’m a gem of a person and don’t realize that. Like why are you being so nice to me? I can suspect he has a soft spot for me and I have made boundaries and this friendship completely platonic the moment it happened. And he then told me remember the first time we met? ( I didn’t )

It was 2 years ago at a party where I was crying talking to my ex after 2 years of the break up. And this guy randomly walks upto me asks me if I’m okay and gives me water. Mind you no one in a party gives a fuck. Especially that party. And especially my tears against his. It was politically warm? I don’t even know. So that guy who saw me then, came to surprise me on my 21st birthday from NY with the goodies (so illegal) and then ended up meeting my other ex and Yaldram him and I roamed around Boston. It was fun because of my friends. And I was fkn stoned. But yeah and then he looked at me yesterday at the metro and laughed saying “you’ve grown beautifully” I get ceeped out super fast but with this dude I dont. Everhone (including me) thought he’s bi or gay because every time there’s a good looking man he’d say “wow he’s beautiful” but he’s straight he said and also I realized maybe he just speaks his mind. He asked me of the rumors I heard and I told him it was 1) stealing 2) gay and he was like who tf said I’m gay bro, and then he said the guy in front was cute, and then he said “that’s so gay” and laughed. So see? This is a very unusual man. But I had to be home regardless because a) arham b) 12:35am was a perfect time to be home. I don’t like staying out too late anymore? It feels weird. Unsafe perhaps.

However I apologized properly finally. Explaining myself. Saying that I get defensive when I’m high and that the metro closes at 12am but even though the original plan was Yaldram him and I meeting at the place he booked but Yaldram couldn’t show up so I made us go to him instead and we used the time up in getting him his first ticket and in letting me meet my friend before he goes.

I will never forget this man, he told me two of his best friends died that’s why he’d never want his friends to be in any type of trouble. And you know what’s weird about it all? He literally took all the blame in a heart beat with a calm smiley face and I know he’s the one who’s the real gem because not once did he complain or remove that smile off of his face. There was also supposed to be a surprise there but I won’t know anymore. I didn’t ask either.

Writing this made me realize, I want to live harder. I want to be a gem ( no tickets ) but I want to be a gem in my own eye where I can adore myself and allow others to too, and adore them back. Oh and there was also a drunk girl after the whole popo incident who was so sus she acted drunk and said I look like Ariana grande “petit, long hair, big eyes, trust me girl you’re good” and in my head I thought yikes these are the beauty standards in her head which are normalized and thst made me realize oh no she thinks she isn’t good enough does she? Well I hope she does. But also she was sus just weird, walked with us for so long then disappeared then 14 minutes later found myself again running into her at a grocery store by his house?? And she acted as if she never saw me before so I was like oh...

Anyways it’s 1:54 am and I’m glad I wrote today. I’m glad for today, today I was a little less sadder. Particularly because I complained less, tomorrow I’ll try harder.

The end

1:55am

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