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#I love how it’s in a convienience store

tellme-o-muse · 1 month

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*shaking* I love being confronted with what technology is doing to us en masse and how we are rewriting evolution by spending time in front of computers and on our phones. There is a near epidemic of near-sightedness occuring and we are sitting more because we can't use our phones or computers efficiently if we are standing up. Our muscles are atrophying. Our mental health is plummeting. And of course this is GREAT for buisnesses such as Apple or Amazon. More technology is requiring other, more specific and almost as expensive technology to function. More devices are created in the name of convienience than ever before. No one visits their local stores anymore because amazon delivers in the day. Is it our faults that everything is programed to be addicting? Is it a system we're supposed to break out of?

#I am good

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negative-speedforce · 9 months

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ship basics ask game for Jay & Cassandra and Siv & Gina :) 1, 3, 7, 8, 9, 11, 13, 18, 25, 27, 32, & 36 (lol sorry there's a lot!)

1. Describe their first date.

Jay and Cassandra went to the mall for their first date, and just browsed the stores while getting to know each other (Jay wasn't even aware that it was a date until after he got home).

Siv and Gina's first date was at a concert. They went to go see Taylor Swift perform "Red", driving all the way up to Seattle to see the show. Needless to say, they both loved it.

3. What was their first impression of each other?

Cassandra scared Jay when they first met. With her commanding, stoic personality, Jay thought that she would be a lot meaner than she actually was.

When Siv and Gina first met, Gina had just moved to the United States with her family, and Siv was tasked to show Gina around at her new school. At first, the language gap made it hard for them to understand each other, but slowly, they got closer and closer, as Gina learned English and Siv taught themself conversational Spanish.

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

Jay and Cassandra don't usually say "I love you" explicitly, they prefer much more poetic declarations of affection.

Siv and Gina told each other that they loved each other constantly.

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

Cassandra love's Jay's heart. He always tries to do the right thing, even if it's inconvienient or seemingly impossible. If the only way is unethical, he will find another way.

Jay loves Cassandra's coolheadedness. Cassandra can stay calm in just about any situation, and it's both terrifying and incredible and he just loves that about her.

Siv loves Gina's spontaneity. Gina's always willing to try something new, whether that means driving to another state or going ziplining over a massive ravine.

Gina loves Siv's passion. No matter the topic, Siv definitely has an opinion on it, and they will share that opinion, no matter how controversial.

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

Cassandra thinks Jay is too much of a people-pleaser. He has trouble saying 'no' and making decisions that prioritize himself, and she finds that annoying.

Jay thinks Cassandra can be too unfeeling. She's not that good with empathy, usually looking down on someone and judging them rather than trying to understand them when things go wrong.

Siv thinks that Gina has a terrible work-life balance. They have no idea how Gina is even still conscious, given that she goes straight from school to work at the convienience store, where she stays until 3am.

Gina thinks Siv is too aggressive. She thinks it's annoying that her girlfriend gets in so many fights, and that she's constantly having to hold them back from punching the shit out of someone.

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

Jay and Cassandra don't really use pet names, but occasionally, as a show of dominance, they'll call each other increasingly cheesy pet names and see who cracks up first.

Siv and Gina loved pet names. Gina was "Babe" and Siv was "Hun". Additionally, when they were feeling especially sappy, Gina was "Beloved" and Siv was "Mi Corazon"

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

Jay and Cassandra usually just have to wait for each other, because if the other one is on a mission, they're usually not allowed to contact each other for fear of blowing their covers.

Siv and Gina texted constantly when they were apart. They had two chats, one group chat for the entire Robotics Club (+Gina) and one that was just for the two of them.

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

After a particularly rough mission, or while the other is sick, Jay will allow Cassandra to lean on his chair and he will run a hot bath for her with the rosewater bath salts that she loves, and meanwhile, he'll bake up some of her favorite turnovers. Cassandra takes care of Jay by leaving him alone other than getting him stuff he'll need, such as bandages or cough syrup. Jay's pride gets in the way of him accepting actual help from people.

Siv took care of Gina by going over to her house and keeping her company after school (and doing the homework that Gina was supposed to do while sick- shhhh, don't tell!), until Gina had recovered. Gina would do the same for Siv, but she'd also bring over some of her mom's homemade sopa de mondongo to help them feel better sooner..

25. Do they share a room/house? If so, what does it look like and how does it compliment their personalities?

Jay and Cassandra have an apartment together, and due to the fact that they travel so much for their jobs, it's pretty spartan outside of the bedroom. The bedroom is decorated in cool colors, with lots of houseplants (succulents that can be left without watering for a few weeks while they're on missions), and fuzzy pillows and rugs.

If Gina had lived long enough for her and Siv to move in together (they were planning on rooming together in the dorms at Stanford), their room would have probably been very cozy, with lots of soft places to sit and dark hidey-holes.

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Jay spends a few hours taking out Cassandra's hairstyle after missions, since they're usually both covered in mud and sometimes blood, and Cassandra's usually too tired to take out her braids herself.

Cassandra helps Jay walk when there's a place that they can't get into using his wheelchair. If no one's looking, she'll use her magic to levitate him and his chair up the stairs.

Siv gives Gina all kinds of little gifts. Because Gina was from a low income family and Siv's dad was fairly wealthy, Siv would usually bring over little things, such as household items or fancy foods that the Riveras couldn't usually afford when they came over.

Gina helped keep Siv out of trouble. Even if it meant physically holding her girlfriend back from punching someone, Gina saved Siv from getting into many a fight that they would not have won.

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Both Jay and Cassandra have extreme alcohol tolerances, mostly due to their CIA training. However, Cassandra is the one who can take more intoxication than Jay, and she usually just drags him home and puts him to bed when he's drunk. Unfortunately for her, drunk Jay is quite cuddly, so Cassandra is fully unable to take care of any chores or duties without him clinging to her like an octopus to a rock..

Siv and Gina would occasionally drink at parties (don't tell their parents). Before Siv's powers fully activated, they were the lightweight, but afterwards, they couldn't get intoxicated at all. Gina, back when Siv could get drunk, would usually have to help Siv get back to her room without her dad finding out that she was trashed. However, the arrangement was reversed after's Siv lost her ability to get drunk.

36. How do they feel about having kids? Are they in agreement?

Cassandra is kinda neutral on having kids (she wants to at least wait until she's left her work in the CIA), and Jay definitely wants them. Jay is willing to wait, and eventually, they do have a kid, Reggie Barron-Stevens.

Siv... doesn't like kids. Gina, however, does. Since they were both in high school when they were dating, it wasn't a big deal to them, since they wouldn't even be thinking about kids for at least several years. If Gina hadn't been murdered, they probably would have become the cool lesbian wine aunts.

#ask revan #oc shit #vexic :D

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d0llpie · 3 years

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Rainy days

Tendou x Reader, fluff

Warnings: some insecurity mentions

WC: 700

He hated the sound of rain, the continuous pelting against his dorm window keeping him awake and present in his shitty thoughts. He knew better than to pay any mind to his insecurities but they had been festering since his last game. Students and players eyeing you two down as you wrapped yourself around him a celebratory hug, he knew what they were thinking. ‘why are they with him’ or ‘how could he possibly have them as an s/o’. He would be lying if he didn’t think the same thing sometimes. How lucky he was to have you in his life, you never noticed their judgmental gazes, too lost in Tendou’s crimson eyes, staring at him with a lovesick gaze that never failed to make his heart race. You loved him and he knew that, still the grey mood outside only mirrored his own internally as he wondered how much better you would look with someone more desirable, someone like Ushijima maybe.

As he lay awake, watching the droplets roll down the window, burying himself further into the covers of his bed, cold and grey, he didn’t notice the buzzing of his phone.

You sighed before shoving your phone into your pocket and slipping on one of Tendou’s hoodies. It smelled just like him and you brought the collar up to your nose, inhaling deeply and smiling softly. You figured he was too caught up reading manga or watching tv so you were going to head over to his dorm room, stopping at the convienience store to grab some chocolate ice cream and noodles first. You were tired after a long week of school and Volleyball matches and wanted to crawl into bed with Tendou.

He heard the knocking on his door and furrowed his brows in confusion “Tori!! Open up its cold out here!” your voice surprised him and he unwrapped himself from his burrito and opened the door to see you drowning in his oversized hoodie holding a plastic bag full of food. “Hi baby did you not see my message?” you got up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek before entering his dorm and putting the bag down. Crawling onto his bed you shivered and looked up to see Tendou’s small smile that was usually bright and warm, dull. “you okay Tori?, c’mere it’s cold.” you patted the bed next to you and offered him a warm smile, he felt better seeing your beautiful smile but that only spurred his guilt on for feeling so insecure about your relationship. “I’m fine now that you’re here” he offered a smirk before wrapped his arms around your waist and lifting you onto his lap in the bed. You saw how sad his eyes seemed and frowned, you gave his cheek another peck “Tori, what’s that look for? Talk to me.” you pouted and held his hand that was resting on your thigh, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. God how he loved you, he felt horrible, he could practically feel the love you had for him yet as he focused on the rain pelting against the window and the lump in his throat he couldn’t help but offer a solemn look. “I just feel a little off is all, no need to worry love” he tried to give you a convincing grin but you saw past it. Bringing your hand up to cup his cheek, his eyes widened before relaxing and leaning into your touch. “That’s okay baby, do you wanna take a nap?” you looked at him with that same lovesick look that he’d never grow tired of and he looked back at you, the sound of the rain drowning out as you stroked his cheek softly, whispering a small “i love you”. He didn’t notice the tears falling from her eyes until you wiped one away with your thumb and offered him another sweet kiss on his forehead. “Let’s sleep, okay?” he nodded, holding your head in his chest, focusing on your small fingers tracing hearts on his chest, the rain matching your steady breath, coaxing him to sleep.

#tendou fluff #tendou x reader #satori tendou x reader #tendou satori #tendou satori x reader #tendou comfort #tendo #tendo satori x reader #tendo satori #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu insecurity #insecure tendou #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #hq!!#i am so soft for him

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arhvste · 4 years

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HCs for Matsukawa and Iwaizumi finding out that their s/o is good at playing the piano/guitar? 😃

rvdhdhsh this is a new request and i’m eating dinner rn but i saw matsukawa and i got ✨excited✨ i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, he is CRIMINALLY underrated and one of the first haikyuu boys i simped for properly

MATSUKAWA AND IWAIZUMI FINDING OUT THEIR S/O IS GOOD AT PLAYING PIANO/GUITAR

MATSUKAWA

matsukawa has finished practice and is on his way to drop by your house

he averts into the local convienience store to pick up some food for you both though

neither you or him are ever up for cooking actual meals

it always ends up with you guys just eating the ingredients and then being too lazy to weigh everything again

so he picks up some instant ramen and a few tubs of ice cream for you both

i know he’s a little shit to oikawa but mattsun is responsible i am NOT taking any criticism

so he has a spare key to your house

why?

because you’re too lazy to go downstairs and answer the door whenever he comes over

and he would complain you’d take too long

so anyways

he gets to your front door and lets himself in

“y/n! i’m here!”

no response

“y/n? where is your fatass at i got us food 😔✊🏽”

he drops his bags down on the kitchen counter and makes his way up to your room

your door is slightly open so he can hear noise

he peeps through the gap of your door and there you are playing guitar like a pro??

mattsun is like 🤨😳🤭

he didn’t know you could play guitar

he thinks it’s hot asf

literally in love with you all over again

he’s listening to you for longer than he realises

this boy is very tall and big and his weight will absolutely not be supported by the unclosed door when he leans on it

he crashes into your floor

you’re looking at him from above like 😐🙄

he’s smiling so fuknnn big

he’s so proud of you?? you can play guitar like that’s so cool???

“you never told me you could play”

“sorry didn’t realise there was a confirmation of musical talent requirement in order to date you 😌💅🏽✨”

he will defiantly watch you play

“serenade me babe”

you guys spend the night laughing and hyping each other up over your instant ramen as you take turns playing songs for each other

obviously yours are much better than matsukawas reckless strumming

he will ask you to teach him at some point though

“teach me how to play, i need a new personality trait, volleyball isnt enough 😩”

okay but imagine him playing guitar

that’s sexy 😼

all jokes aside you will eventually teach him how to play

and you best believe he’s inviting the other 3 third years on the team over to show off his new skills

saturday night becomes seranade saturday 😀

you guys make it a tradition to play guitar and laugh over shitty food every saturday

and matsukawa wouldn’t have it any other way

IWAIZUMI

classes have started and iwaizumi is strolling through the halls

bad boy iwa-chan 😎

kidding

his teacher asked him to drop by one of the music classrooms to collect a box of files she’d left in there

and honestly i don’t blame her

i’d ask iwaizumi to carry heavy things for me if i were a teacher too

his arms? they were made for carrying heavy teaching supplies yuh 😋

he knows the first years are having music lessons right now so he does his best to not make a fuss when he enters the classroom

but you’re there

and you’re playing the piano like some sort of goddess

he is in awe

all the first years are too

you’ve got everyone’s attention

iwa is in shock

how do you look drop dead gorgeous when you play???

he wants to smother you right there

the first year boys do be checking u out doe 👀

that’s until iwa gives them: the look™️

your mans is so captivated by you playing he deadass forgets his whole purpose of even going to the classroom

when you stop all the first years are clapping

“l/n-san is one of our most talented third years and extremely familiar with the piano, don’t be shy to ask her any questions or for any assistance”

the music teacher is showing u tf off 😩😩

hypeman music teacher 😙

love that for you

iwa approaches you from behind and you give a small yelp when you feel his strong arms around your waist

“i didn’t know you could play like that baby”

“well now you do 😉”

iwa is desperate to hear you play more often

it relaxes him

and he likes watching you play

because not only do you look good doing it

you look like you’re in your element and there’s nothing iwaizumi loves more than watching you succeed in something you’re passionate about

he will absolutely brag to oikawa his s/o is basically a triple threat

play for this man when he’s stressed out please

it calms him right down and he lays his head on your shoulder as you play

he is MORE than happy to listen to you practice and be your ears when you need to rant about how you’re struggling to get the hang of a few pieces

basically iwa would cross hell and back to hear you play

he is even more in love with you if that’s even possible

requests are open!!

#matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa x you #matsukawa hcs #matsukawa scenarios #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi hcs #iwaizumi scenarios #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

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pepperful-qt · 4 years

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pepper!! could i get a moodboard with tsukishima 🥺👉👈 a concert date if you would. i generally listen to pop punk, pop rock, punk rock type of music but i vibe with anything really. our relationship involves a lot of fucking teasing bsjshsks you know the vibes like 3am convienient store runs and maybe stealing a shopping cart. for aesthetic uhh i cant really think of one so you decide on that! btw congrats on 200 and i absolutely love your works keep it up bb!! ilysm 💞

❈ 200 Event ❈

your date with Tsukishima

Tsukishima knows how to find concerts. you don’t know how and he refuses to tell you, but he’s the first to hear about bands coming to town, where they’re playing, etc. he also knows the best small venues hook me up pls

that’s what this is. not a full stadium, instead a medium bar where everyone stands in a crowd. it’s hazy and hypnotic, but he’s got his arms securely around your middle the whole time. if you start dancing he’ll let go, but still say close enough to have his hands on you. the most you get him to do is bounce a little on his feet if you’re lucky

he’s that one lanky dude in the middle of the floor, but no one has the guts to tell him to move hAHA

he’ll probably complain a lot about the people, the drinks etc, just jab him in the ribs enough and he’ll ruffle your hair (that you styled) but cease

seriously though, you need to see better? he’ll help you shove your way forward or “politely” ask someone in front of you to move. you want to record but also want to watch the performance? he’s got you covered, and it’s good footage with his vantage point

afterwards? you guys are still riding the adrenaline. Tsukki’s smiles are a lot more common

and so, convenience store time

yall are really arguing in the aisle about which brand of chips to get when you end up getting three additional ones anyway smh

the teasing turns into good-natured horseplay, each of you shoving and smacking the other and (you) giggling very very loudly, until one of you knocks into a shelf, dislodging it and sending all of the snack bags crashing to the floor

both of you just stare in silence before looking at each other

“this is your fault” he says that mf

BUT you get your slushies (if you mix your flavors he gags) and bajillion snacks and beat it

you just gesture at a shopping cart and he’s just like “ugh” but then just LEAVES YOU BEHIND with his long ass legs

you end up at a little outing overlooking the city, critiquing both the snacks and the concert you’d just gone to. knowing him he probably brought a bluetooth speaker bc he’s just like that

‧⁺˚*･༓ ☾ ༓･*˚⁺‧

“Jeez, when did you get so heavy?” Tsukishima groaned in your ear while putting his full weight on the newly-stolen cart to push it up the hill. When you had finally caught up to him you’d hopped into the cart basket and started munching on one of the ten snack bags within it. Serves him right anyway, in your opinion.

“It’s what you deserve for trying to abandon me,” you huffed and crossed your arms across your chest prepensely. For good measure you leaned back, forcing Tsukki to adjust himself to the added weight.

“Yeah right,” he sighed through gritted teeth. “That was totally your fault. I’m the victim here.”

“Firstly, no,” you indignantly declared and held up a finger, adding another before you continued. “Secondly, I didn’t exactly force you to run off with a shopping cart at gunpoint. That’s on you-”

Before you could put up a third finger and continue berating him, your stomach lurched and your body was thrown forward as the cart started rolling down the hill. You let out a shriek and the open bag flew out of your hand, showering you in its contents. Two seconds later you were thrown back, knocking the breath out of you. A cheeky laugh made you snap your head to look at your boyfriend wearing a shit eating grin.

“Oops, my hand slipped.”

“You asshole!” You flung out an arm to swat him, barely missing even at your awkward angle. Tsukki’s grin morphed quickly into an innocent pout.

“Oh please, at least if you died you’d be with the thing you love.” You started to give him a disgusted look at the horribly cheesy line, but saw how he looked pointedly at the snack bags surrounding you in the cart.

“Yep, certainly not you. You’re disowned.” As you faced forward and crossed your arms once more you felt him ruffle your already messy hair, pressing a ghost of a kiss at the crown of your head.

“Finally.”

‧⁺˚*･༓ ☾ ༓･*˚⁺‧

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenario #wow 200!#I LOVED DOING THIS I LOVE CONCERTS #and thank you bby that means a lot!!#<333 #the hcs got long so the drabble is shorter :/#i'm not late shut up

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arraley · 4 years

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Overhaul x fem!Reader Part One: Not only Heroes need attention

Welcome! Apparently you stumbled upon my very first FanFic EVER. Thank you very much for stopping by I appreciate it. As you can see, this is just Part One. This part ddoes not contain any smut... yet. In future parts there will defnitely hard smut going down but i got carried away with telling what´s going on. Please be easy on my language as english is not my mothertongue. Also for the convienience of my story Eri does basically NOT exist here. I know kinda shitty of me but I didn´t want to write strong Angst or about the child abuse. I love Overhaul though and think he is an incredible interesting villain and deserves more attention. I want to try to reflect him as good as I can and stay true to him but also be ablee to make him get a relationship with the reader at some point. So please enjoy this way too long introduction! Part Two will be started soon but will need time to come down. Constructive Criticsm would be amazing!

Warnings:

fem!Reader, Blood/gore, hospital themes, Bullying, sexual offence at work ( you have a disgusting coworker), sexist behaviour, villains and heroes, moral conflicts

Art: Fanart made by me

“It's just some smallfry villain, don´t worry about that and tend to my wounds first, I have to get back to my patrol soon, so hurry and get to your work.” the bearded man in front of you growled lowly and snapped his fingers right before your face loudly. His action made you wince for a mere second and your searching eyes found his intense stare. The heavy judgement in his dark blue eyes laid upon you, making you drop your chin, trying to avoid his gaze and rather looking at your comfy white sneakers as you started to gather the materials you needed for your work. Clamps, disinfectant spray, bandages, needle and thread, gloves for your and your patient's safety and so on. This was your everyday life and the thing you loved to do. Observing the human body and it's habits, treating sick and hurt people with everything you got no matter how desperate their situation is, tending to wounds, healing. Biology and chemistry, the way cells behave in a different environment and towards different substances, how they could change just by adding some other atoms. You chose this lifestyle early on in your life, loving to play nurse and doctor when you were a little kid. As a young child you had started reading medical texts already, looking at pictures of organs and the human body, it's in- and outside, that would disturb other children with the biggest interest, caring for other kids that hurt themselves on the playground when they fell during a play of catch without being afraid of blood. When you were a young teenager you practically devoured the knowledge in a rapid speed and soon the teachers couldn't answer your questions anymore. Skipping entire school years cause you were much more advanced than others you started asking well known Doctors difficult questions via EMail, writing to professors over the entire world just to quench your hunger for knowledge. In this period your brain might as well have been a sponge, soaking every bit of information up. Nothing could stop you from achieving your dream. And in a world filled to the brim with powers, a world ruled by villains and heroes, where everybody participated to the utmost and had their purpose, mostly well fitting to the Quirk they called their own it was not easy to stand out.

Well, somehow you managed though and here you were. In this clean hospital room, smelling strongly like desinfectives, with a grumpy hero and a villain that was barely conscious, who had obvious bruises and bleedings, who moaned and winced in pain, leaned against a wall which would not be the same snowhite as before, now stained with red blood and dirt. Obviously the bad guy was much worse hurt, maybe even in a critical condition considering his chest was rising and lowering in an unstable pattern. Yet, your duty was to heal the hero first, who had just a small cut on his lower arm that was barely bleeding. The priority is to keep those healthy who protect lives. They come first, they are the pier that keep society stable. It was the first harsh rule that got drilled into your head when you had started out in a hospital that specialized on treating people that were involved in the mess between good and evil. Here only Heroes, Villains and civilians that were caught in those battles and got hurt in the process were treated. It was not only one of the biggest institutions of its kind, also it's reputation was the best. Actually you were honored to have a job in this hospital considering your current situation.

Still, you could not just ignore the person in obvious pain behind you and you held back shortly before you started the first step of treatment on the hero's arm. The villain´s labored breathing gave you a splitting headache and your fingers trembled as old memories creeped up in the back of your mind and a cold shiver ran down your spine. Slowly exhaling through your nose you locked your (E/C) eyes with the hero's eyes in front of you again. “Excuse me Sir.” you stated in a polite and soft tone, your voice sounding oddly echoey in the room “I think this person over there needs the first aid much more than you right now and I ask you to hold out a little longer, please.” With that you turned on your heel and immediately bent down to help the small man on the ground, checking his pulse and vitals. The villain had small figure making his dirty and blood stained clothes seem slack on his body. His face being so contorted you were sure some bones were broken. Blood was running out of his nose constantly making the word concussion appear in your head right away. Though his entire body was shaking and his right arm looked awfully dislocated you carefully patted his shoulder trying to get his attention “Sir, it will be alright, I am gonna give you something against the pain and then check on your wounds, please tell me if you feel any deterioration of your current state. I need to check for internal bleeding and…” before you could continue the standard medical explanation to your patient a gigantic hand smashed brutally right next to your head against the wall. The force was so strong that the plaster fell partially off the wall and sank down like little snowflakes.

The vibration of the smash ran through all the walls of the room. In spite of the bad feeling that was rumbling in your stomach you turned your head carefully to the left, eyes travelling along the muscular arm until you could see the face of the furious hero. The dark blue eyes shined dangerously, the mustache of the man shaking along to the vibrations he had sent through the room. “A vibration quirk? Or just power enhancement?” it shot through your head before the hero opened his mouth: “How dare you little Missy? I am a hero and I just caught this villain as he tried to rob a general store. It's my right to get treated by you so I can continue saving people who obviously cannot help themselves. People that are weak… like you” he spat out the last words like venom and you could feel the heat radiating from him. Everything, his eyes, his pose, his tone was intimidating to your small figure.

Anyone else would have ducked their head and mumbled an humble apology, as the impressive hero tried to talk down to you and your unthankfulness. But you were not anyone. The older man couldn´t know that those words started an old fire that burned in your veins and neither of you would have expected that you´d glare right back at him and stating in a low but sarcastic tone:”Well, I like heroes like everyone, but only if they don´t cry about a little cut like certain people in this room and are obviously having violent tendencies. A general store you say? For that you hurt a person that much? A hero should be able to contain safety without going totally overboard, beating a person so much up. Shouldn´t you try to save villains as well and if it's just from themselves? Aren't they humans either? People that just lost their way? What do you know about this person, why he robbed this store? Do you know any of his reasons? And don´t tell me you had to break nearly every single of his bones to get him cuffed up. You just enjoyed beating him up didn't you? I am sure you did go extra hard on him after the press showed up right? Isn't that so? What a nice hero you are!” you snapped, ending your monologue pretty loudly and standing your ground in front of the hero. Shoulders were rising and falling with every heavy breath you took, fists clenched tightly, fingernails pressing into your palm until it hurt. Your legs were trembling of pure anger you felt rushing through your veins but as reality slowly settled back in for you as you looked him yet again straight in the surprised eyes, it came to you how rude you just had been, your own eyes widened and gasping loudly you put your quivering hands in front of your mouth keeping it shut tightly. Somehow you knew that you just really screwed it up.

Just one day later your worries became reality as your supervisor, nobody less than the boss of the clinic called you to his office. When you stepped in you could already feel the air being thick and heavy as the tall man with shiny grey hair, strict facial features and orange eyes fuming in anger. Sitting straight and neatly in his expensive leather chair and his hands laying next to each other on the table you felt like a lamb going willingly into the lion's cave signing it´s own fate. Gulping heavily you sat down on the small chair in front of his massive oak desk. Pressing your legs together and throwing your ankles over one another you pressed your palms together against your stomach looking at your hands. The knuckles slowly turning white from the pressure you put onto them. You hadn't looked him in the eyes once yet, since you had entered and screwed them shut now as he slapped his hand on the tabletop in front of him loudly making you shrink together on your chair like a schoolgirl about to get scolded. Well, the situation was very similar to be honest.

The boss was not necessarily a bad man but he ran the clinic and there was a lot of competition in Musutafu. Still he had managed to make the clinic one of the biggest ones of its kind and the reputation was great among heroes. All the bigger names, even some from the Top Ten, came there for regular check ups or after longlasting fights to get their wounds treated. Regularly the media tried to get glimpse of a hero or villains coming into the hospital. How he achieved it was clear: marketing, discipline, hard work and most importantly leading all the other doctors, who all wanted a piece of his cake, with an iron fist. That were the ingredients to his recipe of pure success. But now you had strayed from the given path and he did not take that well.

“I took you in cause I really thought you have potential Y/N.” he began with a low tone that was laced with his anger. “It's really rich of you that you apparently try to ruin the hard earned reputation of my clinic with your childish ideas and wishes. What is the first thing I had taught you myself? Care to repeat the very first thing I taught you after giving you the internship and possibility to work as a real doctor when nobody else was interested in a quirkless healer?” Because of his harsh words you couldn´t stop the tears that started building up. Yes, it was true you were quirkless. One of the rare 20% of the world population. But why was everyone just seeing that? You are only 19 and already finished your medical degree, an upcoming doctor. In fact you had the best grades of one of the best medical schools in Japan. You had been above those that had quirks that could close fleshwounds, stimulate nerves or excite the immune system of a person. But that had not stopped you from treating people and making great advances in biology coming up with great hypotheses that could change the view on the human body despite it having a quirk or not. Yet, barely anybody paid interest in you and your abilities and your behaviour was a problem too. Too nice, too empathic, too calm, not business enough. That was what the boss had tried to always get out of you since you started one and a half year ago and this was already the second time you slipped. The first time had been a similar inconvenience where you denied treatment to a proclaimed local hero you had judged as too harsh in their behaviour towards law breakers. If you couldn't convince your boss now he would get rid of you and then it was over for you. But that also meant to betray your ideals and hopes…

“We...I-i… Heroes come first.” you gulped out and saying this turned your stomach around and made you feel sick. He hummed in appreciation of you remembering his lectures and his fingers drummed on the table. Something he would do when he was nervous or in thought. “Very right little One. Listen Y/N. I like you and your abilities. For someone in your position you do a good job. I could start preaching now about how much nonsense your view on this matter is and what consequences your disobedient behaviour can have for you but I am sure you understand your place. This is the very last time I hear of any kind of incident like this. I will let every other doctor have an eye on you. One more slip of yours and you are out, understood?” he ended coldly and waited for your response. Standing up you bowed slightly and mumbled a ´Thank You Sir´ before leaving the room in a trancelike state. Outside of his room you steadied yourself against the wall and your breath came out in shaky bits. Just now you realized how much your body was truly trembling and the tears that stained your cheek. So close. You were so close to losing your job but some lucky star prevented it. No matter what would happen now, you could not allow your feelings to get the better of you anymore.

It was too dangerous for your future, the future you had tried to build up so desperately. You wanted to help people so badly, good or bad but if you would continue this you had no chance to make this a reality. Tightening your shoulders and standing up straight you breathed in and out several times and tried to slow down your fast beating heart by irrationally putting your hand on your sternum rubbing the skin slightly until it was a bit reddened.

As you didn´t want to linger around in front of your boss's office longer than necessary you walked slowly away from it, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your white doctor coat, your white sneakers squeaking a little bit on the light grey linoleum floor, while passing some of the room high windows that showed the wonderful skyline of the big city on this warm summer day. As the boss´s office was high up in the skyscraper like clinic you had an iconic overview over the metropole. The sky was colored in a beautiful bright blue, some white fluffy clouds and the sunshine rays reflected on several roofs of the city blinding the eyes of the viewer. Musutafu was full of life with hundreds of cars dashing through the streets, pedestrians rushing on the sidewalks and in between some cyclists. High above the scenery you could see a plane or helicopters flying through the sky like a bird. If you were lucky you could even see some winged heroes dash through the air like the current number two. Your eyes travelled down and you were faced with your own reflection in the glossy window. Looking at your reflection you could not really decide if you hated what you saw or were happy with it. Under your doctor's coat you wore the typical white pants and a pink shirt, indicating you were allowed to practice and take shifts on your own but were also still in training. You definitely were on the smaller side and your normally shoulder long (H/C) hair was tied together in a rather messy ponytail swinging behind your head with every motion. The roundly shaped face and soft features gave you a young and fresh look, your (E/C) eyes making you look incredibly friendly and slightly innocent behind the thick glasses you had to wear as your eyesight was ridiculously bad. Honestly it was as if mother fate decided that it was not unfair enough already that you hadn't been born like 80% of humanity´s population. Without the extra strong glasses you could barely see the outline of people and were absolutely helpless. The world was an absolute blur for your bare eyes. The thought made you blow up your cheeks a little giving your expression a cute pout. Nobody close by had a quirk that could heal your bad eyesight so far or they weren´t specified for your case in general. But it didn't matter, you just put it as another point on your to-find-a-cure-list of diseases and sickness in the world. Probably the only selfish thing you wanted to do in your life. Sighing you looked yourself in the eyes and palmed your cheek with the warmed up hand from your pocket facing your fate.

Yes, you would be a good one now and do everything as your boss told you to do, so you could achieve your goals.

Three weeks have passed since the “talk” you and your boss had and the situation had calmed down a bit but still wasn't necessarily pleasant for you. One of the doctor´s you really hated and couldn´t respect at all had his eyes on you like a hawk from now on. He never had taken you seriously anyway, making sexual advances towards you, telling you regularly to give up and just become a nice and passive little wife as that is all that you were good for. He made you sick to the core but you could do nothing to stop him as he was the shining star of the hospital and good friends with the boss. So you decided to just eat his unnecessary comments and silently compete with him. As your abilities were clearly superior and he knew it as well as you did, you assumed that this is where his insecure behaviour and belittling of you came from.

Because of this it was no surprise that, as you came out of the restroom after a short break in your night shift, you saw him leaning against the wall close by leisurely. His blonde hair was slickly tamed with shiny gel, his teeth were blinding white, the jawline sharp, his face and toned body like one of a greek god´s depiction. Many females in the hospital were dreaming about the pretty and charming doctor from a foreign country but you only got the bad kind of goosebumps when his striking blue eyes ogled you as if you belonged to him. You ignored his gaze blankly and tried to pass him, your head held high, but before you could he grabbed your wrist firmly and made you stop in your track. The smell of expensive aftershave surrounded you and the thick scent made you feel dizzy. Although you were normally a lovely and nice person, trying to accept everyone as they are, you could barely stand Trevor. You knew how it was to not be accepted by society and looked down at and he didn't make that situation any better for you. Unwillingly you looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, tugging your wrist back as a silent request to leave you alone. His wolfish grin only grew wider and his grab on your wrist strengthened nearly painfully. You were pretty sure you´d find a bruise the next day on the same spot.

“Well, hello there pretty child. Still pretending to be a doctor I see? When will you finally give this up and date me? You'd make a pretty pretty little maid for me (Y/N). Why don´t you finally realize submission is a release for someone like you?” he cooed into your ear leaning uncomfortably close into your private zone. The degradation coming with his words made your blood rush into your ears and you gritted your teeth violently. You could feel your own pulse fastening rapidly and the acid in your stomach rise up from poor anger. Yes, you really tried to be accepting and you had taken a lot of bullying in your life already, let alone for being quirkless. But his words stung worse than a hornet´s bite. And yet you couldn't fight him back as you feared the consequences. Being on thin ice already it was basically impossible to do anything against him as he could doom you easily. Also it was rough for you to blow a fuse. Being loud or putting people into their place was not necessarily your strongest trait. On rare occasions you suddenly had the courage to stand up, like two weeks ago. When a patient's life was on the line it came much more natural to you to get loud and fight for one's rights. But normally you were too timid to act on your emotions as they came creeping up on you especially if it was about your own well being. And when it came to the old feeling of being bullied by someone in a stronger position you did tend to let them do with you as they pleased, functioning as a cheap punching bag.

“Please, let go I need to return to the emergency room” you mumbled trying to loosen his grip on you and rushed away. After long nights in the E.R. lately, the punishment for your slip up, you have had barely any sleep leaving you with barely any energy left and the situation was getting to you even more than it usually would have. You felt as if you were at the verge of tears and you felt your bottom lip trembling which made Trevor break out in a cruel laughter.

“Naw, look at you all cute and calm. I like them like that.” he marked cockily and pushed you closer to his body but before panic could settle in both of your radio message receivers beeped obnoxiously loud leading to him finally letting you go. Giving his device a little side look he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, showing his arm muscles off in the process. “See you later little birdie, duty calls!”. With that he confidently walked away leaving you behind, disgusted but also relieved nothing more happened. Supporting yourself on the wall you shook your head in disbelief of the scene that just had played out and with shaky hands you looked at your receiver. Apparently the emergency room needed you back at your spot so you breathed deeply in, stiffened your shoulders you jogged along the hallways to the emergency room. And that is when hell broke loose for you and your life.

The E.R. consisted of a big room on the bottom floor of the building with a comfy waiting area for the patients that weren't as badly injured and close family members that had brought them there. As the sofas were made out of brown leather with big pillows to support ones back and smaller birchwood tables with the newest magazines about fashion, health and heroes in front of them it gave the room a kind of living room atmosphere with a speck of green in form of some plants in the corners of the room. There were several smaller examination rooms, all equipped with the highest quality and newest technological devices to guarantee the best care for patients. It didn't matter how severe the cases were, that were delivered by the ambulance into the emergency room, the quick and precise work everyone did here, nurses as well as doctors was evident due to the high survival rate of critical conditions. Even on days with a high visitor frequency there was a certain organization and tidiness required and present in the ambulance. That's why the current state of the normally busy but organized area confused you even more.

There was a gigantic mess in the emergency room which was quite fascinating for the fact that it was four a.m. in the early morning. Even in this big and lively city most people were asleep by now but apparently that hadn't stopped these people from making a chaos out of the clinic's E.R. in a short matter of time. Still standing in the entrance you looked with big eyes at the scenario that unfolded in front of you:

The five nurses were cowering in the back of the ambulance in a cluster of people with clear confusion and a hint of fear in their eyes. Two of them even supported each other, clearly unsure of what was happening or how to behave right now. In the middle of the E.R. Trevor was standing, his hands on his hips and a condescending look on his face. Everywhere around him and the nurses were papers flattering around or laying on the ground, most of them being sheets patients had to answer about personal data, allergies, insurances and so on. Your eyes followed the direction in which Trevor was looking at and the first thing you realized was the dark red color splattered across the mint green tile floor which reflected the blinding light of the ceiling, which led from the entrance area to the middle of the room. As you tilted your head the metallic smell of copper hit your sensitive nostrils and you realized with your tired brain that you were looking at blood. A lot of blood. Following the puddles of the red liquid with your eyes you saw three pairs of shoes standing in the biggest puddle yet and you raised your eyes up the legs of three men that dominated the ambulance with their presence. As you saw them your eyes widened even more than before. Calling their outfits and behaviour suspicious would have been an understatement. Normally you wouldn't easily judge people but everything about them screamed villain.

The man standing in their middle, who seemed heavily injured was very tall and had an immensely toned body. Everything about this male seemed to be hard muscles. He easily was several heads taller than you and his hands looked as if he could crush heads like juicy watermelons. Though his hands were covered by sturdy metallic gauntlets, held together by some thick leather stripes, his outfit itself was quite unspectacular besides that, the only thing that really was outstanding next to his black combat trousers, boots and the sky blue button-up shirt that was hanging loosely around his hips as it was tucked into his pants was his former white Polo Shirt which was drained in dark liquid, more blood, you assumed. There was barely a white speck left on the shirt and it seemed like there was still more blood flowing with each second that passed by. You frowned when you realized that his face was hidden behind a full-covering black mask, which kinda reminded you of a killer whale with a bird´s beak, that allowed his wild and messy orange-red hair to stick out in the back. His head was hanging low and his breathing labored but he still mumbled some incoherent words which you weren't able to understand from this distance.

The wild looking man was being held upright by two other, smaller men flanking his left and right, each one having one of his arms around his shoulders to support him and his shaky legs. As the one to the left was quite smaller than him, his outfit seemed a bit more interesting. The traditional looking dark grey yukata which was held together by a white cloth that was functioning like a belt and his simple light brown leather boots seemed a bit outdated which was fitting though to his calm facial expression you could make out as he was wearing a mask as well, but in comparison to his other two companions did not cover up his eyes. Three dark brown stripes that were going around the sides of his head and were covering his ears as well as one that went in between his eyebrows into his spikey blonde hair held his bird beak like mask in place. The mask itself was a simple dark brown leather and the beak was bent towards the ground slightly. Sadly you couldn't make out his eyes as he seemingly kept them close giving him a look as if he was meditating.

To the injured man´s right stood a man or woman in a long white trench coat and sturdy black leather boots peeking out underneath it. The inside of the hood was a wine red which strangely complimented the full face covering mask the person was wearing. The mask itself consisted of a dark brown leather beak which was framed by a golden metal and where you assumed their eyes to be were some outstanding black goggles.

The two supporters were panting heavily, most likely as they mostly had to carry their big friend as he was barely able to stand himself let alone walk. You shook your head in disbelief. If they really were villains they were the first ones that had the guts to actually enter this hospital. Normally villains that came here were accompanied by the heroes who beat them in a fight and let them patch up here before bringing them to the police or the prison. It was unheard of villains coming into the hospital and the rules said that villains coming in alone should be reported straight away for the safety of the personnel and heroes that were in treatment and not strong enough to do anything against a villain attack. But this hasn't occured in all the time you worked here nor in the history of the hospital. Taking some steps forward so you stood next to Trevor you asked:” What's going on in here?” your voice sounding much more curious than scared. One of the nurses took a step forward and exclaimed:” These people are here cause they want medical attention but they seemed sketchy so we asked Mr. Hendersson to help us” and gave your least favourite person in the room a shy smile, who didn't even give her any attention. Frowning you turned to her and let out an annoyed sigh. For these nights you were the executive doctor for the E.R. and not Trevor and the nurses knew this. Most of them worked with you and accepted you but they did not respect you so it was obvious why they had called your nemesis in though he shouldn't have a say in this.

“And I just asked these thugs to leave our hospital. They are dirtying the floor and pollute the air with their villainous presence” Trevor spat out aggressively and crossing his arms in front of his chest staring at the three men with a raised eyebrow. The hooded figure raised his head:”This is a hospital isn't it? We aren´t belonging to some lowlife villains so don´t worry about that. Just start some treatment our friend here has taken some beating and requires medical help. We will reward you of course” a male voice which was calm but slightly laced with exhaustion probably due to carrying the bigger male. Looking at the three men you tried to assess the situation quickly. With how much and how rapidly the man was losing blood you were sure he wouldn't be able to walk out of here and get somewhere else to get a proper treatment. Even though he was constantly mumbling something and trying to move around and stand straight his head plopped down from time to time onto his chest. Following your instinct you licked your lips and approached the suspicious trio. “I will help your friend, just bring him to examination room two and put him on his back onto the examination table.” The hooded figure gave you a short and what you assumed to be thoughtful look before he nodded shortly and started dragging his friend along before Trevor stood in their way.

“One moment! You won't do that (Y/N). Are you out of your mind? We aren't helping some rats from the street. Just look at them.” He turned swiftly towards you and glared at you but as soon as he saw your determined face a small smile played around his features. Like a predator he came towards you and leaned down to your ear so only you could hear him which made your entire body go stiff:”Don't tell me you plan to go against the hospital rules...again. Seriously you really are only a pretty face and no brain are you? You do realize that I will tell the boss everything about this right? As soon as you go in there with these guys I will give him a call and tell him how little quirkless you is willingly treating some thugs in his precious little hospital. How you went against my word…” His big hand came up and layed heavy on your shoulder gripping it tightly under your coat and shoving you forcefully even a bit closer to him. “You will be fired (Y/N) and then what? I will ruin your reputation. I will tell everyone how bad you are. Heh, though maybe thats only good for you and I can give you some money to finally get you into my bed cause that's the only thing you will be good for then.” His warm breath washed over your ear and you let his words sink in. If you were by any means selfish you would call the police right now, tell them to leave and let this guy bleed out. You would continue your career and then what? Live with the shame to not have done what you believe in. Just working for the fame of being a good little doctor in a well known clinic. Just for the price of blowing all your morals into the wind…

Snap. Like a red thread under too much tension

The next thing you knew was how Trevor stumbled backwards holding his face and yelling out in surprise. One of the nurses screamed in terror but was fastly shushed by one of her colleagues who feared that attention could be drawn to them but you barely paid them any mind. Blood was flooding out of the doctor´s nose like a cascade and you watched in awe how his normally beautiful shaped face was crunched together in pain and covered in red. You looked down at your fist which was now bruised and covered in red stains as well. You arm was trembling and your breathing was going uneven, your heartbeat going several miles per hour. The thoughts ran like a wildfire through your brain. Yes, you had just punched your superior. Closing your eyes you tried to steady yourself. Apparently you had chosen your morals over your job. Now you could go all the way till the bitter end. The trembling in your limbs stopped and you looked at Trevor with a stern face. Both of your eyes met and he halted in his movement just staring back and for the first time you felt something like an ascendent feeling towards the normally superior male. “I will go and treat my patients now” you exclaimed with a soft voice stepped forward to the examination room nodding to the hooded male, who had watched the scene unfold in front of him and his friends, motioning him to come along. You held the door open for him and the others and closed it behind them. While the two heaved the big one onto the examination table you washed Trevors blood of your hands, dried them and put on gloves. Taking a deep breath you put on a professional face and turned swiftly around to them, coming over to the table and start several electrical devices, like a heart rate monitor which you would need during the examination and connected your patient to them. His vital function were stable but barely so. His heart rate was a bit to high but all in all he wasn't in a as worrisome state as you originally thought. His body was tone, he was in a great shape so he could take the blood loss, it probably just had made him dizzy but if you treated the wound fast enough he wouldn't need a transfusion of blood. Carefully you lifted his shirt and frowned at the big wound obviously caused by a sharp object. Carefully cleaning around the wound you quickly observed that the wound would need several stitches which would definitely leave a scar. Speaking softly to your patient you explained the situation and what was about to happen to him but he seemed to struggle slipping in and out of consciousness trying to talk. Regarding your caring nature you didn't want to ignore him so you leaned closer to his ear:”Excuse me Sir what?”. Just in that moment he jerked up, snatching your arm. Eyes widening in shock you gasped in pain as his grip had a bone breaking energy behind it for a man that was barely conscious. “Fight Me!” he yelled out before coughing violently. His two friends said both clearly annoyed to let you go and stepped forward to help you loosen his death grip on you but you just motioned them with your other hand to stop and with apparent confusion in their face. Valuing his behaviour and statement real quick and considering his outfit, the gauntlets on his arm and his strong body you were sure you had it do do with a man that never goes down, fighting till the last, which was what you had to play against him. You faced your violent patient and leaned towards his gigantic masked figure:”If you don´t let go right now there will never be an opportunity to fight ever again. You want to go like this? A pathetic stab wound? Not going down in a literal fight but because of the aftermath? Let me help you fight again… please.”

Even though you concentrated your eyes on the giant man in front of you, you could feel the gaze of the other men in the room upon you and the air felt heavy enough to make you lick your lips.Very slowly the warm and giant hand of the man slipped down your arm and he kept calm. If it was because he lost conscious again it wasn't being able to be seen in his body language or his vital signs. You swallowed down the saliva that had built up in your mouth, got the sterilized needle and threat as well as the disinfectant spray and started working on the wound. Except the moving of his abs nothing indicated the pain he must have felt while you were giving him his stitches. The examination room was quite while you worked quickly and in the end covering the freshly treated wound with big band aid that covered the entire thing. Exhaling the air out of your lungs shakily and got rid of your blood stained gloves, washing your fingers under the cold stream of water at the little sink. Behind you one of the men cleared his throat so you turned around to him looking at the hooded man. His mask did not allow you to see his eyes which highly started to get on your nerves a little bit and just started talking before he could say anything:” He is okay but will need rest. After that little incident I assume you will have to bind him to his bed or something along those lines to make him rest. So do it. The band aid covering the wound needs to be changed daily, at least. Be careful or it will infect and that would be very dangerous, okay?” you explained in your most professional tone. The hooded man just cocked his head slightly and nodded:”We will be on our way now before things get ugly here.” and you nodded in agreement frantically. Dark thoughts washed over you though. You should probably pack your things as well. Turning the door handle of the examination room you swung it open just to be washed over by a smell of a strong, expensive smelling cologne and you were faced with something metallic appeared right in front of your face which made you stop in your motion immediately. Your widened eyes followed the metallic piece in front of you upwards until you looked at a pair of amber colored eyes paired with long lashes which stared right back at you in a hypnotic matter. Calling you startled at this point was a massive underestimation. Taking a sharp breath the smell washed even stronger over you and made you feel dizzy. It was different from Trevor´s disgusting odor. This was a masculine and strong smell with a dark note, which made you crave for more as it was dominating your senses. Flattering your lashes you shook your head to clear your thoughts and you swallowed heavily. This was paired with a heat that emanated from its source towards you.

“Excuse me, Doctor.” Shaking your head slightly you pressed your eyelids together and looked down trying to collect your thoughts. This man's voice was deep and elegant coming over you like a relaxing wave shaking you up to your inner core. Carefully raising your head you allow yourself to take his look in.

His short and umber colored hair looked thick and well taken care of, shining in the bright hospital lights. The skin of this man was light like ash wood and absolutely clean of any impurities. As you had discovered before his eyes were framed by beautiful long lashes, topped with sharply arched eyebrows and his iris was of a full golden color even though you realized that his eyes held something cold and calculating in them. Sadly you couldn't see the bottom of his face because it was covered by a deep black medical face mask fitting the black button up shirt paired up with the white tie and black slacks he wore which ended right above his ankles. The feet were covered by some simple white sneakers which were remarkably clean. You realized the gloves on his hands which were similar to the surgeon gloves you wore here all the time.

Not sure how much time had passed since you had started taking his appearance in your cheeks flushed and you cleared your throat in embarrassment as you realized his raised eyebrow and the condescending look he gave you. “Yes, how can I help you?”. Was your voice always this raspy? Looking over your head he frowned for a short moment and it wasn't a look on his face you really would ever want on you.

“I believe my men have lost themselves here. The nurses informed me that you took care of them Miss (Y/L/N). I am here to pick them up and excuse the inconveniences they may have caused you.” Again. This incredible soothing voice. Slowly you nodded your head just to then frantically shake it. “No. No they… it was just unexpected. Ehm, I mean my boss probably isn't happy but it's okay I will find a solution I wouldn't just let your men down because they are v-... They are… ehm… They came here under special circumstances.” You ended your sentence after a lot of stutters and shakiness. He hummed as a response and considered you with another intense stare. Both of your eyes locked and you didn't back down even though it was intimidating to you and you felt the blood rush into your cheeks rapidly as well as your heart beat faster. “Let's go then.” he declared darkly and turned around to leave the hospital, his men squeezing past you, both of the healthy men supporting the patient and about to leave as they came. Staring after them you meekly stumbled into the main hall of the emergency room close after them but before you could say anything two other persons blocked the path to the outside of the hospital. You passed the group of four men and stood in front of them. Your boss and Trevor stood there, Trevor with a smug grin plastered on his face and your boss with a facade of pure anger. They didn't say anything. There was nothing that was needed to be said except the one word your boss said with so much venom in his voice that your entire body tensed up. “Out!”.

Even though you had expected this after making your choice you didn't expect it to hurt so much. Just nodding you took off the doctor's coat you wore which belonged to the hospital and laid it down on the register counter then hurrying out of the emergency room.

Once outside you breathed in the cold night air and let it fill your lungs. Your entire body was shaking and you didn't even realize that tears were slowly forming in your eyes. You had taken the risk and lost your job. It was a game over for you. Was it really worth it? Standing up for your morals to help some criminals? Wrapping your arms around your small figure you just stood there processing what had happened just now not hearing the footsteps closing up on you. “My men have told me what happened. Thanks for taking care of the situation. Can we help you out in any kind for the cooperation you helped us with?” The dark but stoic voice resonated behind you making you turn around on your heel with a small shriek looking at the tall man like a mouse looking at a cat. Your breast was heaving and your pulse was running several miles per hour. After recovering from your shock you took a step back from him, frowning:” Why would you give me anything? I am… I was a doctor. It is my job to help people.” you stated questioning. He blinked slowly while observing your face and he raising his hands with the palms to the heaven up in an opening and innocent motion. With a sigh he simply said:” In my business one hand washes the other. And I definitely don't like to owe someone anything. So I rather get this out of the way now than having to deal with it later.”.

You nodded in agreement and looked down shyly. “I made it my job to help people whose life is on the line. Your friend was heavily injured and looked for help. My boss´ policy didn't go along with mine so this separation would have happened at some point anyway. I did not study medicine intensely to only care about the wellbeing of some heroes who think they can conquer the world.” Your last words came out much more bitter than you originally intended them to be and your eyes widened and you slapped your hands across your mouth. Not being able to help yourself you broke out in a nervous giggle and you looked at him in shock. “Just forget what I said. I am rambling. Just blurting out some things. I hope you have a good life and your friend will be well. Take good care.” you blurted out and turned around nearly running away through the dark city towards your apartment without looking back at the mysterious man.

He just stood there for another moment looking after you with the same stoic expression. “Chrono.” he said with a stern tone feeling the presence of his right hand man right behind him. By now, him and Tengai should have loaded the hurt Rappa into the car he came with here. “Yes, Overhaul.” Chrono said calmly right next to him. The cold air of the upcoming colder season washed over the two men who were still standing on the sidewalk close to the hospital's emergency entrance. “First of all you will need to explain to me this disaster of tonight´s mission. Whoever is responsible for this better have a good excuse that I had to come through this pest filled town in the middle of the night. Second of all, you said this doctor is quirkless?” he asked his old childhood friend looking at him from the side. Chrono nodded:” Yes, I overheard it in that conversation she had with that other doctor who wanted to throw us out.”.

Overhaul hummed and his golden eyes looked down the street where you had disappeared to. “Find out everything about her. She might be of use for our cause” he ordered Chrono who bowed slightly, following him into the car to drive back to the base.

Your life would soon take a turn you had never expected.

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fuck-customers · 5 years

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Please...stop.

Dear gods, another strange person at my counter. Copet: Not-leashed is supposed to be your “neighborhood pet store” which honestly: it really is. My store anyway.

We get the same people getting the same things usually, we build up a really cool repor that I do love! One of the downsides however is that you’re not going to like everyone one of our “neighbors”. In comes Tammi (not her name obviously), one of our elderly regulars who just...I can’t. She’s one of those pet parents that ONLY takes care of her pets. Bare minimum bathing, clothing care, Carries everything in an old backpack that she just expects me to watch while she shops, speaks very low, can’t hear for shit, etc. I try not to judge because she seems like a nice lady, and takes care of her cats and dogs but her eccentricities can really add up to something painful. Like yesterday:

In the middle of a rush of course, here comes Tammi, who (after I’ve told her time and time again NOT to do this as we don’t have a lot of space up front) dumps her things on the counter and leaves. Thanks. Not the worst thing ever, I’m used to that.

What I’m not expecting is for her to pull out another store’s product, opens it, and forces me to explain how to use it while my line is starting to get long. Of course no one is around to help me, of course Tammi convieniently can’t hear me when I tell her to please let me get through the other customers first, prolonging the process so I relent and struggle to figure out this pool toy (not even a pet object that I’ve been trained for!) while people are getting more and more pissed in line. After all that, did Tammi buy something from the store?

Course not.

She did go in a corner to clip her toenails. Again. I think it pisses me off more that I know that she lives in a fancy apartment complex near the store (I’ve helped her carry things to the door), do that at home or go to a nail salon. Shower. Stop leaving your shit everywhere. Stop using our company phone for personal phone calls. I’m trying to be understanding because I don’t know all of her life but cheese on toast, can I at least get a thank you/please/sorry for the trouble!??

#fuck customers #trigger warning #submissions #fuck coworkers #retail justice #fuck co-workers #tw #embarrassing #cashier problems #fuck retail #call center problems #retail law #server problems #happy ending #fuck managers #submission

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barkcadegannon · 5 years

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I hate that people are aware of shitty things but continue to remain complacent. I hate Amazon, most people who understand how awful J3ff B3z0s is, also hates Amazon. Yet so many of those same people will buy from Amazon, mainly because "its convienient". People also say "its cheaper, esp with the free shipping". Those are all understandable BUT you are still supporting amazon. Like? Yeah its inconvenient to not be able to get exactly what you want locally, there are other sources. Sometimes you have to bite the bullet and buy the more expensive item because its in a store or you are buying from a local person who needs to have higher prices. And it sucks when you are disabled or broke or even both! Sometimes you have to decide "man i cant actually buy this thing i want because i cant find it anywhere but online" and thats okay. You dont say "damn i wish ch1ck fil a didnt hate gay people, but i love chicken sandwiches too much to care". (Some people do and they should get their shins kicked in) why do people say "it sucks people are dying in amazon factories, but they have my headphones for 3 dollars cheaper to care". People say "fuck we know that helium is running out on earth but i NEED those 65 balloons otherwise my son WILL die of embarassment at his party" and ya know, theres no way to be 100 percent "pure" or w/e and its okay to say "fuck i forgot my reusable bags at home i need to get a plastic one" but just be conscious about how often you have to say that. Dont beat yourself up or feel guilty, just take steps to making the earth better. Western society fucked up earth so we need to do things better. If you feel bad, go outside and pick up litter, or donate 5 bucks towards a worthy cause. Just be more conscious and stop buying from amazon.

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chelcoast · 5 years

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South-Asian Diaspora experience

So here’s the thing: a lot of people in the South Asian diaspora joke about being ‘coconuts’ (as in ‘brown on the outside and white on the inside’) - and usually that’s cool, it’s just bants. But lately that just hasn’t been sitting right with me. I guess I can only speak from personal experience, but being born and brought up in Britain as a child of the Indian diaspora instilled in me a constant need to blend these two dichtonomous identities within myself. I feel like when people think about diaspora, people are quick to assume that it’s just the mixing of two cultures in one person. Easy. But honestly, that’s never what it felt like. Most of the time these two cultures felt imiscible, and it felt as though the only way I could grapple with them was if I alternated between the two.

To me, it has always felt like I was half of those two half identities; my claim to being an Indian ‘in touch with her roots’ could always be derailed by that fact that I didn’t grow up there - most of my exposure to that culture was second handed in that it was inherited from my parents or that it was what I observed from other Indian migrant communities around me. The feeling of detachment from Asian culture was slightly subdued for me because I grew up in a pocket of London with a large and dominant South Asian community, and so the feeling of being a minority was almost unrealised until I started going to a school in another town (whilst still living in this one). Almost. As for being British; at home I spoke in my native language, we almost exclusively ate Indian food (the first time I ever had British roast was when I moved to the new school in year 9), and in many ways the way my parents ran the household was the way their parents and grandparents had run theirs in India - that culture was embedded in their upbringing in the way the embedded it into mine. Like I said, because the place I lived in was very South-Asian (with many of the foods, clothes and other products being sold in India being imported there too and therefore being accessible to us), my primary school wasn’t very racially diverse. I was surrounded by people that were also the children of immigrants, and so we had very similar cultural upbringings and a strong sense of ethnic identity that we shared with each other. When I moved school, there were significantly less South-Asian students (although it was still relatively racially diverse), and so I had more exposure to the typical ‘British suburbian’ experience. The were fewer kids that had parents that were immigrants (I’m a first generation British-Indian), and more ‘just British’ kids.

So when I got to this new school, it felt like a completely new world for me. It was just a very different cultural atmosphere, a more ‘British’ one. As a result, subconsciously I began to downplay my Indian one to fit in more, because that’s what the other British-Asian kids seem to do too. I began to acclimatise to alternating between a completely British persona when I was at school, and back to the more Indian version of myself when I was at home with my family. Looking back on it, we had a lot of cliques in that school, and a lot of them were composed of people from similar cultures - maybe because we related to the feeling of separating these two identies because it was so hard to find a way to express them at the same time? Idk? Don’t get me wrong, I was very lucky that all the schools I attended promoted a lot of cultural awareness and were very tolerant and willing to learn about them as well. Growing up in London was wonderful for just that reason.

My point is, I always felt conflicted about my identity. I knew that I was British, but that’s never what it felt like when I was at home, with my family where I felt most the most comfortable, where I wasn’t consciously trying to control the way I was perceived by my friends and felt my most natural. I didn’t feel very British when I was rarely ever represented on tv (I know things have gotten better but frankly there’s a long way to go and representation of racial minorities in the West is still a huge issue), but I felt embarrassed to be an Indian when the only time we were represented was within the context of stereotypical narratives; the stingy convienience store owner, the nosy and gossipy neighbour judging of the more liberal and western ways, the boring doctor who’s entire personality revolved around the fact that they were a doctor, the awkward and traditional schoolgirl hopelessly in love with the white boy that would never love her back because she didn’t exemplify western beauty ideals - wasn’t that hilarious? Maybe that’s why I subconsciously tried to disassociate myself from my ‘Indian-ness’ when I was around anyone that wasn’t South-Asian. It kind of felt like my Indian identity was lesser, alien even. And another part of me was like, ‘Look! I’m just as British as you are.’

It was so tiring trying to validate these identities to myself when I was younger. So now, in the age of social media, it’s so liberating so see more South-Asian figures being represented. I still don’t think it’s nearly enough, but it’s still amazing to see accounts on instagram sometimes dedicated to documenting their experience of being of a non-western identity in the West. To see people more comfortable wearing bindis, saris or cultural clothing to proms, wearing bangles, ethnic jewellery. To see people discussing it more. To see people refusing to conform to one identity by means of suppressing another. By no means am I an expert on what Indian culture is, like I said before, my knowledge and experience of it is very fragmented; it has been within a British context. That seemed like reason enough to shy away from embracing my heritage - I was an imposter in that world. My expression of it would come across as selective, as though I was fetishising this culture and appropriating it in the way it had been done countless times. How can I completely express something I am not completely familiar with?

And that’s not very fair.

My brother can’t speak our native language but I can. That doesn’t make him any less Indian. Some of my friends are of mixed race with one of the parents being Indian. That doesn’t make them any less Indian. The fact that I am Indian doesn’t make me any less British.

Our collective experience of culture is so varied anyway, how can you attempt to quantify our experience of our identity? How can you compare something that can’t be quantified? I guess for some people culture doesn’t matter a lot, and that’s okay, but for me it clearly does. And I’m sick of being labelled a coconut just because I wasn’t born in India. I’m sick of feeling the need to ‘prove’ my Indianess, being told that ‘I’m not *that* Indian’. I’m sick of trying to validate it in the eyes of others. Vice versa with my British identity to. I am so proud to be a British Indian. I know what that means to me, to you that may mean something else entirely, and that is still valid.

Our experiences of culture are just as diverse as we are; there are a myriad of cultures across both Britain and India, and the only thing uniting them are the places they originate from. There is so much to learn from culture, and so much to translate it to - art, music, or just your life. Whatever you resonate with, rings true.

#chelcoast #asian #south asian #diaspora #british #rant #london #culture #bollywood #ethnicity #nationality #i’m sorry but this was just bugging me for ages #embrace who you are!!!!#if you don’t resonate with the diaspora experience then that’s okay too

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mindflayedr-blog · 6 years

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Being best friends with Bill Denbrough would include:

I know exactly why I’m crying in the club. Why? Oh it’s because I’m not best friends with Bill Denbrough and did I mention that he isn’t real? Yeah. He isn’t real.

Brb lemme take my ass to a corner and cry thanks

(A lil irrelevant but I’m posting another imagine or headcanon after this just bc I reached 500+ followers yayy💓💓 thanks smmmm ❤️)

Him lending you his flannels and him giving you his sweater whenever you get cold.

You going to each other’s houses to hang out, do homework, watch movies, or to simply just talk.

You sitting on the back of his bike whenever you guys go to places

He would pick you up every morning (with Silver of course) and go to school and he also drops you off home

Your parents trust and love Bill so you frequently had sleepovers

During the disappearances, Bill was so protective of you because he didn’t want to lose you like he lost Georgie:

“Do you need a ride home?”

“Bill I’m fine walking home, really.”

“I can’t let you w-walk home by y-yourself, what if s-something happens to you? I don’t want that t-to happen Y/N.”

“Bill, really, it’s fine.”

“It’ll m-make me feel b-better knowing t-that I took y-you home, p-please just let me t-take you home.”

During the disappearances, he would always hold your hand whenever you two hung out at night outside. The other losers would tease Bill about it, but he doesn’t care. He feels at ease while holding your hand because he knows you’re there and you’re not going anywhere. Pennywise would have to tear his fucking hand and arm before he could take you away.

When Bev was kidnapped by IT he didn’t want you to come with him and the losers to rescue her because he was afraid that IT would take you too. He literally yelled at you to stay home and he felt so bad about it afterwards like oh my gosh he cried.

You protested though, you wanted to beat the shit out of that clown for taking Bev so you ended up going and you best believe you beat the shit out of that clown.

Him spoiling you despite your protests. He would always offer to buy you something: Have your eye on a certain chocolate at the convienience store? He’ll buy it for you. Popcorn and drinks at the movies? He’ll pay for it, etc.

During your birthday he goes all out with your gifts. He doesn’t do store bought gifts by the way. One time he wrote you a song (with the help of Ben and Richie lmfao) and he actually performed it even though he was nervous as fuck (that boy can sing holy shit). Another gift of his was a large painting of you sitting at the edge of the quarry (he painted it by memory) fuck it was beautiful. You hung it front and center above your bed headboard and whenever you’re sad you would look at it and instantly felt better.

Sleepovers with Bill are always so fun. You would blast music on your record player and you guys would dance together. Now Bill isn’t really the type of person to just go wild like that, but with you he loosens up a bit.

One time during one of your many sleepovers, you two climbed on top of your roof to stargaze.

One time you dated this guy and he turned out to be a big douche bag, so Bill pulled up outside of the guy’s house (with the losers) and they kinda just gave him a piece of their mind.

You two would always go to school dances together. Some girls would ask Bill to the dance and he would immediately turn them down bc he’s already going with his best friend. You would also do the same.

You guys met when both of you were around 5 years old. He shared his cupcake with you and bam instant friendship.

Whenever you’re feeling down or sad, Bill would always give you flowers.

Piggy. Back. Rides

He would always ask about your day and he genuinely listens because he loves listening to you talk about how your day went.

Whenever he misses Georgie, he would always come to you for comfort.

You’re mostly the subject of his drawings and paintings. He likes drawing and painting you.

Richie would always tease you two because of how close you two are to each other.

Richie would always hit on you and whenever he goes too far, Bill’s always the first one to step in.

You were sometimes Greta’s target for harassment and bullying. When Bill found out that she was bullying you oh man he was so angry. Angry to the point where he confronted her and told her: “Fuck off you annoying bitch, find something else to do other than trying to take down people who are much better than you.” He. Did. Not. Stutter. Once

You take care of each other when one of you is sick.

You guys would sometimes bake cookies together. It was mostly you who did the work though because Bill doesn’t know what he’s doing.

You slept over at Bill’s house one time and you guys stayed up pretttttty late. While staying up, you guys talked about the future. Ya know, marriage and all that crap.

You two made an oath that if neither of you is married before the age of 40, you would marry each other.

You ended up marrying each other by the way. You didn’t even have to wait until the two of you were 40 years old and lonely.

Hello yes, where can I get a Bill Denbrough? Asking for a friend.

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herofics · 7 years

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Could you do second part to the villain izuku

It took a while, but here it is. I really like writing these.

You woke up on your bed. Izuku had wrapped himself around you. He was still sleeping soundly. You stared at his face, he looked so calm and harmless. You raised your hand a bit and traced the faint scars on his face with your finger tips. His eyes opened slowly and he looked straight to your eyes.

“What are you lookin at?”, he asked.

“You.”

“But why?”

“Because you’re adorable.”, you giggled.

“Hey, I’m a villain. I’m not adorable I’m scary.”, he growled.

“Uuu, I’m so scared.”, you pecked his lips.

“Come on.”, he whined.

You climbed on top of him and laid on his chest. He was smiling and so were you. It was a nice day. Your vacation had began, so you could lay on the bed the whole day if you wanted to.

“Are you hungry?”, you asked.

“Yeah actually, I am. Wanna make something?”

“Ooo, I’m gonna make you pancakes.”, you grinned.

“Sounds good, I’ll go take a quick shower.”

“Ok.”

You shared one more kiss before going to do your own things. You went to the kitchen in one of Izuku’s oversized t-shirts and your panties and started to grab the pancake ingredients from the cabinets. You heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. The thought of cooking for Izuku made you smile. Even if it was just simple pancakes.

How would he explain this? Or would he even explain it? It would probably be better if you didn’t know. Midoriya knew you didn’t mind him being a villain. He had always found it interesting, but there was stuff you didn’t need to know. He decided not to reveal his plans to you, not this time.

You were flipping the pancakes when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, and lips pressed against your neck.

“Izuku, let me cook and stop disturbing me.”, you whined.

“I’m not disturbing you, I’m just giving you some well deserved attention.”, he muttered to your neck.

You shivered a bit when he kissed the sensitive skin just under your jawline. His chest was pressed against your back and his hands were firmly around your waist.

“Hey, I’m hungry I wanna eat breakfast before we get into the fun stuff.”, you smirked.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Izuku rested his chin on your shoulder and left your neck alone. His hands were still around you and you knew he would stay there until you were finished. You liked the feeling of his body against yours. It felt safe and right, like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

When you finally finished cooking and eating, you looked at Izuku with a mischievous sparkle in your eyes. You smirked at him and you could see him blushing a little bit, but even if he was blushing he also had a wide grin on his face. He rarely blushed anymore and you were glad you could get a reaction like that out of him with just a suggestive look and a smirk. You got up and walked to Izuku. You took his hands and guided him back to the bed. You laid him down and climbed on top of him. Your hair was falling around your face and tickling Izuku’s face. You tried to kiss him, but your hair went into his eye and when he raised his head your foreheads smacked together.

“Oh god, we suck at this.”, you laughed.

“We kinda do.”, Izuku agreed.

You were just sitting on top of him and laughing. You loved these lazy mornings with him. It was always so relaxing even if he was clinging to you when you tried to make breakfast.

“Should we try again?”, you smiled

He sat up so you were now sitting in his lap. His hands were on your upper back, making sure you couldn’t escape from him. Your hands were in his hair, which was tickling your nose when he pressed his lips to your neck. You grabbed a handful of his hair and guided his lips to yours, instead of your neck. The kiss was passionate, and after your lips parted you had to catch your breath, but just them a phone started ringing.

“That’s mine.”, Izuku sighted.

“Just don’t answer it, come on babe.”, you purred, while placing his hands on you waist.

“I have to, sorry.”

You pouted, you were just getting started too.

“Yeah… Mmmm… No not just yet… I'l meet up with you, wait.”, Izuku mumbled to the phone.

“What is it?”, you asked.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go. There is something I need to do.”

“Oh come on. Are you just gonna leave me alone? I’m gonna get bored.”, you whined.

“I have to go.”

“Fine, dammit. It’s not like I can stop you anyway.”, you sighted.

Midoriya was at the door when he turned around.

“Can you promise me something?”

“I guess.”, you rolled your eyes at him.

“Stay in tonight, don’t leave this apartment.”

You just sighted and nodded, but this had peaked your interest. What could be going on? Was your boyfriend going to cause big trouble like usual? Probably. Were you just going to stay in and do nothing? Hell no. He had said “tonight” so you assumed you had atleast six hours - it was about noon now- before you needed to be leaving, so you decided to work out a bit and take a shower.

After your shower you made yourself some dinner. You were feeling lazy so you just warmed up some pizza from yeasterday. You did some chores around the apartment, until it was time to leave. You threw on a hoodie on top of your t-shirt and some sweatpants, so it would be easy to fight if you needed to. Lastly you pulled on your sneakers and headed out.

You had been roaming the streets for a while now, but you hadn’t noticed anything unusual. You continued to wonder around for a bit longer. You happened to end up in front of a support item store. The store was already closed and nothing seemed to be wrong. It was unusual for a store like this to be closed so early. You pressed your face against the window and tried to peek inside, just in case. Nothing seemed to be wrong, maybe you were just overthinking. You decided to leave and continue your chearch.

You had gotten only a few meters away from the shop when it happened. The explosion. The pressure knocked you to your ass, but you didn’t get hurt. You stood up and looked around. You could hear other explosions in the distance, and saw smoke rising from several different locations around town. Was this why Izuku had told you to stay inside? Probably, but now that you were already outside, you decide to do your duty as a hero and go help. Even if you didn’t have your costume on, it didn’t matter. If you could help, you would.

When you reached the closest explosion site, it was chaos. People, running around and heroes and villains fighting. You noticed Izuku fighting one of your coworkers. Dammit, you were on a vacation, but it didn’t mean you weren’t supposed to help people, and how convienient you had ended up the site where your boyfriend was. So without hesitation you dashed into the chaos and went straight for Izuku. He had noticed you too and had a bit of a panicked look on his face. You tried to kick him to the stomach for show, but thankfully he dodged easily.

“What are you doing? I told you to stay inside.”, he hissed when you flashed past him.

“Did you actually think I’d listen?”, you whispered back.

“I hoped.”

“Well, lets do this thing. Hit me.”

“What?!”, he asked with a confused look on his face.

“I don’t want to fight you but I can’t just back down. Hit me, I’ll pretend I got injured. Do it.”, you explained.

“Fine, I’m sorry.”

He came at you, you dodged, but just slow enough so he could still punch you. He got a good hit to your stomach, and you flew back. You were laying on the ground and didn’t get up, so Izuku wouldn’t have to fight you. The hero who had been fighting Izuku before you, ran to your side and shaked you. You whined a bit, the punch hadn’t even hurt too much, since you had touched the concrete and hardened yourself, but you had to keep up the show. The hero who came to help you was a man. He picked you up and started carrying you away from Izuku. You knew how Izuku would react to this. You gave him an apologetic look, but he was staring angrily at the guy who was carrying you. He turned around and escaped with his villain friends, while carrying a few bags that had been laying on the ground.

You told the hero you were okay, and that you would go home and rest. He insisted on taking you home, but you refused. You told him you’d be fine, since your home wasn’t too far. He had a defeated look on his face when you left.

You got to your apartment and opened the door. Izuku was sitting on the couch with his head on his hands. When he noticed you had come in, he jumped off the couch and dashed to you.

“Did I hit you too hard? (Name) tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, and it had to be done. I don’t want people to find out about us. I don’t want to be separated from you.”

“Me neither. I may be a villain, but I never want to hurt you. You know that right?”, he asked.

“Of course I know. What were you doing by the way?”

“We robbed a few support item stores. You don’t need to know anything else.”

“A few? I saw atleast ten explosions, you blew them up so there wouldn’t be any evidence left I assume? And at the same time so there wouldn’t be too many heroes in one location.”

“Yes, and okay not a few, but no one was inside. We made sure. As you know we don’t really kill people if we don’t have a reason. By the way who was the guy who carried you out of there?”

“Really Izuku, really? I almost got caught up to one of the explosions and you want to kill the guy who carried me out of a “dangerous” villain situation.“

“He touched you, I don’t like people touching you. You’re mine.”, he growled.

“You can’t own people Izuku.”, you sighted.

“I know, but you’re still mine. Right?”

“Yes, yes I am, but I’m not an object.”

“Oh believe me, I know.”

“I know you do. But to change the subject, can we continue where we left of at noon?”, you smirked.

“Absolutely.”, he grinned.

Izuku crashed his lips on yours and picked you up. He pressed you against the wall and placed his hands on your ass. Your legs were wrapped around his waist like usual and you were grabbing his hair. He smiled against your lips, when he squeezed your ass slightly. You loved this Izuku, your Izuku. Your own, adorable, scary villain.

#bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #midoriya izuku #villain!izuku #villain!deku #villain au #villain izuku #villain deku

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fcukd-up · 5 years

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Matthew.

My first real boyfriend, Matthew.

At the age of fourteen, I met Matthew. He taught me the most among all my relationships about love, commitment, jealousy, trust and intimacy.

I was almost fifteen years old, so the element of intimacy came into play with Matthew. He was a year older than me, already experienced and ready to ruin my life.

Matthew had brown hair, soft brown eyes, rosy cheeks and a tinted complexion that I fell jealous of, a tall and slim figure, and of course, very wealthy parents.

We met in summer, he lived inbetween Miami and Robina in a huge house. It was hot enough to wear a singlet too and tiny shorts at night at this point of the year. He loved tumblr and so did I, we both were academically advanced and enjoyed sharing intellect conversations and both loved to spend weekends watching movies in bed accompanied with movie snacks.

So we shared small talk over Facebook messenger, and it wasn’t until we bumped into each other at school that we realised how well we clicked. We agreed to meet at the same parties on weekends (yes, I would jump out my window with plenty of pairs of socks on so mum couldn’t hear me plummeting down one storey onto the tiny white stones and dirt that made up the driveway next door) where we would spend all our time talking, drinking and laughing. It was the weekend of Breaka Pro, we hung out on Burleigh hill and soon after, he asked me to stay over at his house that night... boy was that a mission.

So I got home, grabbed my go card and told my parents that I was staying at a girlfriends house to sleep on the trampoline under the stars (to cover my ass if I couldn’t shower at Matthew’s and came home smelling sweaty). The agreed and dropped me off to my friends house who lived in Palm Beach. I planned ahead with my friend and told her to tell her mum that I was grabbing a dress off her to wear to a birthday lunch. Once I grabbed the dress and dangled it around infront of my friend’s mum, I walked out of her house and set foot to the bus stop. By this point, it was about six o’clock. So I messaged Matthew on Facebook messenger and let him know I was on my way. He lived a good half an hour walk away from the bus stop, so he had to leave early to meet me. I caught the bus and met him on the corner of a main road. He stood holding a skate board which was convienient - no walking and less travel time. We stopped off at a movie store, chose a movie each and a movie together, and proceeded to head to his house. I had never met his parents before... so knowing that the FIRST time I was meeting them was also going to be my first time having sex was so nerve-racking.

So we arrived at his house. I was sweaty at this point. He opened his front gate and let me in, grabbing my backpack and his skate board to help me feel comfortable. He introduced me to his mum, who was sitting doing her daughters make up in the living room. His father was out at the time. We walked into another living area and sat down. His mother brought me a glass of orange juice and some cheese with crackers, and we talked. Never had I felt so welcome to a family. He introduced me as his friend to which his mother giggled at and explained how Matthew has never brought a girl to stay over before me. I laughed and gave Matthew a smile, I felt so special and important to him. He was still fifteen, and I was fourteen at this point.

So we left his family and went to his room... boy was it nice. He had everything that I didn’t. A smart TV, an Apple MacBook, a huge queen bed and a wardrobe filled with countless shoes, hats and clothing. We sat on the bed and he kissed my forehead and told me he was happy I made the effort to come and stay. He asked if I brought pyjamas to which I shook my head. He giggled and lifted his shirt off (jizz moment) and gave it to me as I just sat there confused and began to make a questionable face. Matthew laughed, turned around and asked if I’m more comfortable getting ready for bed with him not looking. So I lifted my shirt and pulled off my shorts, sitting there in a bra and undies (my first matching set of underwear from Bras and Things HAHAHA) and threw his shirt over my head. He turned back around and smiled.

Matthew made me feel so comfortable. He brang me malteasers, a can of Sprite and freshly-popped popcorn... it was literally Gold Class but at home. We sat cuddling each other in the bed, and after watching Eurotrip and She’s the Man, he put the last movie on. We watched Zombieland together.

I lost my virginity to Matthew with malteasers melting onto his bed, popcorn kernels in my hair and Woody Harrelson talking about twinkies. Honestly, I don’t think I would want to change it. It happened about 6 times that night. I feel sorry for the poor towel that copped a good 100ml of cum. I didn’t sleep till about three in the morning, to which I woke up four hours later to my first dose of morning sex.

I literally feigned it and got better with every seven minute stint of sex, foreplay and kissing.

Sooooo that’s basically how I became a slut for the cock. Okay bye

TTYL X

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mypaththroughtimeandspace · 5 years

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All the cafe asks? ( or just the ones you like up to you!)

I’m sorry that it took me forever to do this; I just saw this ask!

terrace: what is one thing that you’d do differently if you could start this year over?

I want to say I would fall less behind on schoolwork/life tasks, but, let’s be honest, I probably still wouldn’t have my shit together.

matcha: if you had the opportunity to meet one person from history, who would you choose and why?

There are so many!! I’ll just say Cleopatra because I love her and Ancient Egypt and she’s the first person I thought of.

rooibos: what’s the best compliment that you’ve ever received?

Either someone telling me that I’m a safe space or someone telling me that I remind them of Luna Lovegood.

espresso: imagine that you could obtain any superpower that you wanted. What would you choose?

Teleportation

lemonade: share a supernatural experience that you’ve had, or one that you’ve heard of.

Soooo many. One time a demon attacked me in my sleep and then followed me across the country. I’ll go with that one. Hahaha.

biscuit: if you were reincarnated as an animal, what animal would you be?

Cat

chamomile: a song that invokes a lot of fond memories for you?

Again, so many. The first ones that came to mind are Fifteen by Taylor Swift and We Can’t Stop by Miley Cyrus.

cream: do you think you’ve changed over the past 5 years? If so, how?

I think I’ve gotten more depressed, slightly less anxious, more comfortable/confident with myself, and more woke.

macchiato: if you had to change your name, what would you change it to?

I honestly have no idea. I have a whole list of names that I love, but I don’t know what I would want to have for myself. I’m not even particularly attached to my own name, lol.

chai: do you believe in ghosts? Why or why not?

Absolutely, because there is evidence everywhere.

teacup: your least favourite job that you’ve had and why?

Either working in a dining hall or working at a convienience store because I hate food service and they both made me incredibly anxious.

nutmeg: if you were hypothetically stranded on an island, how long do you think you could last?

As with any survival situation, I firmly believe that I would either last years or be dead in a day, and I have no idea which one.

tiramisu: what fad or trend has died out that you wish would be brought back?

Racism being seen as bad

honey: share a valuable life lesson that you’ve learned while growing up.

Never try to convince someone to stay in your life.

jazz: what do you believe to be your best personality trait?

Kindness/willingness to help others

mocha: do you believe in conspiracy theories, or think they’re nonsense?

Depends on the conspiracy theory, but I think the majority of them start from at least a grain of truth.

oolong: if you could learn any magical spell, what would you learn and what would it do?

I’m gonna go with Accio because I’m lazy and bringing things to me without having to move sounds like a dream.

macaron: what was the last movie that made you cry?

I think the last movie I watched was How to Train Your Dragon 2 and it definitely made me cry. But the answer to this would probably be whatever movie I last saw because I cry at everything, lmao.

#ask #answer #anon #anonymous #personal #about me

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lovelyjishwa · 7 years

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convenience store ; josh dun imagine

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A large gust of wind numbs your nose as you nuzzle your head further into your scarf, walking down the empty streets of Columbus, Ohio. There is always a large buzz in the city day and night, but everybody is sound asleep in their comfortable beds at 1AM. However, on the other hand you had different intentions. You had forgotten to eat dinner that night since you were so immersed in the world of Tumblr, scrolling through your timeline till your stomach was practically caving in. So, you decided to dash out of your apartment and get some last minute dinner.

You groan as you stuff your hands into your jacket pockets, trying to find a store that was open at this time of night. You scan the area in desperation, your body shaking and teeth chattering violently with every step you take.

A red flicker upon a wall in the distance catches your eye.

"Please be open," you manage to croak out through your chattering teeth. You move closer to the sign.

'CONVIENIENT STORE, OPEN 24 HOURS,' the sign flickers on and off vigorously.

"How convenient," You cringe as you laugh at your own joke. A wave of relief washes over your body as you push the doors open, a slight jingle echoes in the abandoned store. Bland grey walls surround you with occasional cobwebs, and the occurrence of cracks on the walls.

"Hello?" You ask and begin to look around. You begin to search the place when you hear a loud tapping. It draws you to the door behind the cashier, you assume it's the employees room.

As you move closer to the door, the sound turned into a beat to a song more than ominous tapping.

You place your hand on the door knob and the door is flung open to your surprise, stealing a gasp from your lungs; revealing a tall man with bright yellow hair.

"Woah! I'm sorry!" He recoils, also surprised to see a stranger there.

You smile as you begin to take in his appearance. He was roughly two heads taller than you, a large and bright tattoo covering his left arm, and a silver nose ring and black earrings. Your eyes follow down to his hands where he is holding two old and beaten up drumsticks.

"What can I do for you?" He snaps you out of your thoughts, meeting with your eyes. You read the name tag on his shirt, reading; 'Josh'. His voice is soft and sweet which counter attacked your previous judgements on his bad boy appearance.

"Well, you could show me where you keep your two minutes noodles?" You reply with a sigh. His grin loosens from the corners of his lips, and scratches the back of his head.

"We don't have them in stock at the moment," his voice trails off a little.

What kind of place doesn't have two minutes noodles? You furrow your eyebrows. Or working lights for that matter? You think as you look around at the ceiling.

"Any frozen meals?" You ask whilst your stomach rumbles loudly.

Josh sighs and tells you that they don't have anything decent in stock.

"I'm surprised this place doesn't go out of business. It's pretty disgusting," you sigh scanning the place again for something edible. "No offence."

"You're telling me. I'd get out of here in a heartbeat." You turn around and smile at him gently.

"Why don't you quit then? Judging by the look of this place, you don't get a lot of customers which means you don't get paid a lot.." You cock an eyebrow at the boy's strange logic. The corner of Josh's mouth turns and he looks down.

"Uh-" Josh hesitates.

"Whatever pays I guess. It's kinda hard to get a decent job around here. Not many people look for employees with bright coloured hair and tattoos," he chuckles awkwardly.

"I think your hair and tattoos are cool. I'd hire you." Your confidence takes over as you smile softly at him, your flirting making him grin.

"Well I had fun chatting," you spin on your heels and walk towards the glass doors.

"I best be off to find myself something to eat at half past one in the morning, before I practically disintegrate," you flash a genuine smile at him before you walk out the door.

The cold air catches you off guard as you walk down the street, looking around for any other store close by that could be opened.

"Hey! Wait!" You spin around seeing the vibrant yellow haired boy standing outside the corner store, holding his forearms shivering.

"I-I just ordered some pizza and I'm getting it delivered. It's really cold out and-" You roll your eyes at his cute babbling and stammering; you look down, shake your head and smile.

"It would be a pleasure to dine in with you Joshua." You raise your voice to tease him. You giggle at the smirk that falls upon his lips as you walk back to him.

He opens the door for you and you walk in, Josh following close behind. You sit yourself down on the cashier table with a wild grin on your face. Josh's cheek flush and he looks down trying to hide his pink cheeks.

You and Josh begin to talk. You found out a lot of things about him. How he he's in a band and he plays drums (you assumed since he wouldn't stop drumming on the counter top), and his hate for bananas. You do have to admit, they are a strange fruit, and you don't really fancy them either.

Most of the time when you meet somebody they're just like everybody else boring, uninteresting and full of negativity.

But Josh..

Something about the way his innocent brown eyes crinkle when he smiles, and the small chuckle that escapes his lips when he gets shy or excited. The way his eyes have that glint of passion when he talks about something he truly loves, drawing you in.

You knew as soon as this, Joshua Dun came into your life, you knew you didn't want him leaving anytime soon.

#josh dun #josh dun imagines #twenty one pilots #tyler joseph #tyler #josh #twenty one pilots imagines #twenty one pilots imagine #bands #spookyjim #blurryface #wattpad

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sour-coconut · 7 years

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Fighting For Nothing - Olivia Benson

Request: Hello! 😃 can you do a law & order SVU imagine where the reader and Olivia are fighting in front of the whole presinct about something fairly stupid and the reader finds her adorable and randomly kisses her even though they're not together yet. Thank you

A/N: First Benson imagine I’ve written. Let me know what you think...

You had a tendency to argue. People often pinned you as a stubborn and argumentative person and, in a way, you were. It was never any different either. You and Lieutenant Benson always walked to work nearly everyday that you were in New York. You didn't work at the presinct. You didn't want to either. You were a forensic scientist for the FBI. You loved commuting to Virginia every so often but sometimes it was nice to spend time with your friends.

"I'm gonna stop and get a cappuccino." Liv smiled at you, walking into a convienience store. "You want one?" You chuckled and shook your head. "I can't even believe you, a badass, prefer a damn cappuccino." You laughed again. Olivia looked back at you while she poured her drink. You got yourself a black cup of coffee, quickly following Liv to the counter to pay. You grabbed a few dollars out of your pocket but, when you went to pay for your coffee, you found that it was already done. You frowned.

"I could've got that. Thank you." You walked out of the store with Olivia by your side. She chuckled again, taking a sip of her cappuccino. "You're welcome." She smirked in your direction. You huffed in response and brought the coffee to your lips.

OoOoOoO

"That's a lie! It's obvious that tacos are full balanced meal. Nachos." You scoffed. "What the hell are nachos even good for?" You weren't sure how you got into this argument but here you were. Olivia walked into the presinct after you, ready to give her side of the argument.

"Well, for one, nachos are simple. As a detective, it's a lot easier to make nachos then tacos." She was a lot more calm than you were. You scoffed once again and followed her. Everyone tried saying 'hello' to you but you didn't even acknowledge them.

"Don't walk away. Tacos can have anything you want on them. You can also have a soft shell or a hard shell. Nachos are tortilla chips covered in cheese. I eat those during the football game." You followed Olivia to a random spot where she suddenly stopped and faced you. The expression on her face was one of mild anger and confusion.

"Yeah? Well, I can add jalepenos and any kind of meat to my nachos and they're still nachos. If you-" You couldn't take it anymore. In two steps, you were standing directly in front of her. You leaned in rather quickly, capturing her lips in your own. Almost immediately, you pulled away. The entire presinct was staring at the two of you. Your face was red as a tomato.

"Don't you all have work to do?" Olivia hollered to the squad. She grabbed your arm, dragging you into her office. You opened your mouth to apologize but no sound came out. You never regretted anything and you rarely apologized. You weren't going to start. Luckily, you didn't have to. Olivia's lips found yours again and you smiled. Once the two of you had to breathe, you stared at you. Could she have felt the same?

"Detective-" You glanced at the clock. You were supposed to have left for Quantico 10 minutes ago. Olivia followed your gaze and smiled.

"I want to take you out for tacos sometime, Y/N." She winked, walking you out of her office and into the presinct area. Everyone was pretending not to eavesdrop on your conversation.

"I'd like that, Liv." You kissed her on the cheek before starting home. Who knew that your argumentative tendency would've gotten you somewhere

#olivia benson #olivia benson imagine #imagine #svu imagine #imagine svu #svu #special victims unit #special victims unit imagine #olivia benson imagines #svu imagines #imagines #special victims unit imagines #benson #olivia x reader #reader insert #olivia benson reader insert #olivia benson x reader

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