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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Journey to the Past Ch 15

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, office gossip, Bryan being an idiot, it's the beginning of the angst besties.

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You were spending another half day at STR, and honestly at this point it was to avoid doing your actual job and instead consulting with Diane. You’d decided to take Catrina’s case, Mike had finally decided on a lawyer and they were a shark, you weren’t about to pass off the case to a public defender. You knew it was going to be a huge climb and fight every step of the way, so rather than think about it too hard, you ended up spending your morning gossiping and spit balling cases in Diane’s office. You let out a sigh when you realized your coffee cup was empty, turning to the other woman,

“You want a refill?”

“Please.” She passed her mug to you, “if they have any good snacks make sure you snag some.”

“As if I wouldn’t.” You laughed, grinning at her as you left the room and wandered down to the break room.

The space was split, one side was a cozy lounge, couches, chairs and tables where you could eat lunch, take your breaks and the like, a large wall that didn’t reach the roof or either wall separated the space, completely blocking the view of the other side depending on which door you came in from. You were on the side with the fridge, coffee machine and a couple of more uncomfortable tables, moving through the room quietly. The coffee pot had previously been emptied and a fresh pot was brewing as you walked in, so you were more than happy to wait, tugging out your phone to pass the time. You could hear some conversation on the other side of the wall, Liz’s voice prominent over the other ones as she laid out a series of instructions to the younger new hires or transfers before she left the room. There was a moment of silence before one of them spoke,

“You really think she’s gonna come make sure we’re back at work in twenty?”

“I hope not.” One of them let out a groan, “I’m with spawn of Satan today and I’d much rather hide in here all day.”

“Don’t you think he’ll come looking for you?”

“You kidding? He doesn’t even leave his office to get his own coffee.”

“Is he really that bad?”

“Yes!” Multiple voices groaned in response.

“He made me cry three times my first week.”

“He made me cry three times my first day.”

“He threw a stapler at my roommate when she worked here.”

“Just be glad he’s finally managed to hold onto a girlfriend, he’s probably in a better mood.” Someone commented, “hey Kelsey, you used to be over at Toney, did you know her?”

That caught your attention, your ears perking up as you started to actually pay attention to the conversation.

“Kennedy?” A voice you actually recognized replied, “I was her paralegal.”

“So is she some psycho demon bitch too?”

You did your best to hold back the laugh at that, rolling your eyes as Kelsey started to talk again.

“No! She’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Wouldn’t want to go up against her in a court room, but… she’s way better than that.”

“Are they actually dating or did they just go to that fundraiser together?” Someone asked and you shook your head, you had no idea that showing up with a plus one was going to cause this much workplace gossip.

“I heard they’re together.”

“I heard he doesn’t actually date, just fucks around.”

“So she’s the not settling down type too? Just fucking her way around Chicago? I mean, props to that.”

Kelsey laughed, “as far as I know she hasn’t dated at all in the city, she’s never brought a date to a gala before. She was married for like, eight years or something before they split and she moved here to get away from the creep.”

“Okay so she’s got commitment issues too, they’re made for each other.”

“I disagree.” A voice cut in, “I don’t know her as well but she’s so nice, how could someone like her be meant to be with someone so vile?”

“She probably doesn’t know.”

Your head shot up at movement from the doorway you’d come in, worried you were about to be caught eavesdropping but it was just Diane. Your finger shot to your lips immediately nodding in direction of the other side of the wall, her brow raised a near smirk taking over her lips but she nodded.

“Okay so like, yeah he’s an asshole, but has he actually ever fucked someone over?”

“He’s gotten people fired for nothing, and the amount of people that quit because of his horrible treatment? It’s insane.”

“Don’t forget about the time Diane caught him fucking that associate in his office.”

“That’s it!” One of them exclaimed, “it’s gotta be the sex, that’s why she’s with him.”

“Okay she’s better than that.” Kelsey defended over the chorus of laughter.

“Carly, what’d you think?” Someone asked with a smirk in their voice and you heard one of them scoff.

“We hooked up in the bathroom at a Christmas party like five years ago…. But yeah, ten out of ten.”

“Okay, but wait, her and Diane are friends and she despises him, don’t you think she would have said something?”

“Maybe he’s got her all Stockholm syndromed.” One of them commented and laughter burst through the area again.

“Well, she’ll learn her lesson eventually.”

Diane pinched at the bridge of her nose, though the small grin on your cheeks told her you weren’t offended and were rather enjoying hearing the conversation. Still, she loudly cleared her throat and you could feel the tension on the other side of the wall before she stepped around it, raising a brow to the group.

“Don’t you all have better things to be doing right now?”

“Yes Ma’m.” Was the resounding reply, sounds of the group scrambling to leave the room through the other door.

“You know you really didn’t have to sit here and listen to all of that.”

“Please.” You laughed, finally reaching for the coffee pot now that it had finally brewed, “what is it the kids are saying nowadays, they were just spilling the tea.” Your phone buzzed, then buzzed again, and then buzzed one more time, you picked it up and swiped open the messages before letting out a sigh, “and my plans for the rest of the day just got wiped.”

“New case?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, popping a lid on your coffee before pouring out a second one, “looks like I’ve got to go do my actual job, I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah.”

She gave you a brief nod as you hurried from the room, quickly collecting your things from her office and pulling on your coat before you crossed the firm to knock on Bryan’s door, lingering in the doorway until he’d looked up from the computer.

“You taking off? Thought you were avoiding your office.”

“I was. But it appears I’ve got a potential new client and am needed back there.”

“Boo.” He feigned a pout and you chuckled, moving through the room, placing the extra coffee down on his desk. “What’s this?”

“Figured I may as well since you won’t get it yourself.” You said with a tease and his brow furrowed, “oh, and hey, can we reschedule dinner on Friday? I’ve got a thing.”

“Sure. Saturday work?”

“Thing goes all weekend, next week?” You winced and he let out a soft sigh but nodded.

“Course.”

“Thanks. You’re a gem.” You ducked to kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you then.”

Bryan watched you leave the office, the blooming moving through his chest and for the first time in weeks he didn’t reach for the antacids, simply let out a huff of a smile and reached for the coffee you’d brought him. He was curious what your ‘thing’ was this weekend but was hopeful it would come up in conversation sometime next week. He knew now that whatever feelings he was having for you were similar to those ones all those years ago, and that he was starting to realize he didn’t want to waste anymore time without making it official that you were his.

Bryan was sauntering into your firm a few hours later, he figured that if you were rescheduling this weekend’s dinner he could maybe take you out tonight, especially if you were stressing over a new client. The place was about half empty, it was early enough he knew he’d catch you considering you worked late but late enough that the higher ups and slackers had already taken off. He approached your office door, unsurprised your assistant was still at her desk outside of it,

“She’s not in there.” She commented, barely looking up from her computer as Bryan stalled.

“Meeting?” He asked, raising a brow in the girl’s direction.

“No.” She let out a weary sigh, finally looking up at him, “left about an hour ago with a Mr. …. Monson?”

“New client? Partner?” Bryan asked, his brow raising.

“No.” She shook her head, “I think I’ve seen him a couple of times but I couldn’t be sure.” She shrugged and Bryan did his best to hold back his attitude (it was your place of work after all) he knew the girl hadn’t been working for you very long, she certainly wasn’t privy to his relationship with you. “Think they went to dinner.” Her attention directed back to the screen in front of her, “seemed to know each other, he was cute, super nice, brought coffee for me, even gave her flowers.” She nodded in the direction of your office and Bryan could see the elaborate bouquet of lilies sitting on your spare table.

“Uh, alright. Thanks.” He nodded, “I’ll give her a call tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” She called back as he started to walk away, clearly disinterested in the entire interaction.

Bryan felt his chest bubbling once again, though this time it felt completely different than the past couple of times it had the similar feeling when you were around. He couldn’t exactly sort out his thoughts as they ran wild through his head, they were so fast he could barely hear them. So he did what he always did when he needed to calm down and clear his head, he got back into the car and found the closest reputable bar.

He needed a drink.

A few hours later and you were happily finished your meal with Nate at The Grillroom Chophouse and Wine bar. Appetizers of oysters, scallops and bruschetta followed by a main course of filet mignon and seared salmon. You’d spotted the pulled pork mac and cheese on the menu and had to order a side of it to go for Bryan, knowing it was one of his favourites, and took a dessert to go. You felt bad about having to shift things around on him this weekend and figured the least you could do was bring him some food on a night he was probably having bourbon for dinner.

You let yourself into his apartment with the key he’d given you and couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you locked the door behind you. Leave it to Bryan to be using the living room TV to watch porn full blast on a Wednesday night. Letting out a soft sigh you wandered down the entry way, whatever he was watching the girl was seriously overplaying it, then again… when weren’t they? You rounded the corner into the open space of his apartment and this time the gasp was quiet, but audible and you felt the surge hit you like a brick wall.

Bryan had her pinned to the kitchen island fucking her from behind. She was stark naked, facing away from you as she continued to wail, Bryan himself had only bothered to take off his suit jacket and pull his cock out of his pants, pumping harder into her. You weren’t entirely sure how to react, your mouth opening before it closed, your lips pursing and you crossed your arms, leaning against the wall.

“That’s it, such a fucking whore you are.” He grunted, “take it like you deserve it.”

“Yeah?” Your voice broke through the air, “and how do you deserve it.”

If you hadn’t been feeling about every other emotion in that moment you would have laughed at how lightning fast they tore apart, Bryan not even bothering to take the condom off before shoving himself back in his pants while the poor girl struggled to find something larger than a dishtowel to cover herself with.

“What’re you doing here?” He panted out.

“Is this your wife?” She shrieked, “are you fucking married?!”

“Ohohoho… no.” You laughed, “but I was clearly stupid enough to get involved with him. God!” You dropped the take out bag on a side table, your hand running over your face, “I should’ve listened to Diane, should’ve believed the shit I heard about you!”

“What are you talking about?” He asked, the conversation overlapping as everyone’s pace started to pick up, firing lines back and fourth faster than a courtroom had ever seen.

“What in your right mind thought it was okay to fuck someone else?”

“You were on a date!” He fired back and your brow furrowed.

“What? No I wasn’t!”

“And we never said we were exclusive!”

“Oh…” you stalled, feeling the regret balling up in your throat, “so this is on me then, I guess I’m just the fucking idiot for not realizing that. Sorry. I thought the moment we stopped using condoms it was pretty fucking clear we weren’t sleeping with other people.”

“What do you mean what Diane said?”

“I should go…” the girl muttered, feebly attempting to gather her things.

“Yes.” “No!” The replies came from you and Bryan in the same moment.

“Based on everything I’ve heard in the past week he’s still going to want to get off, and I’m certainly not helping him out.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“Your reputation Bryan!” You shouted back, “it precedes you.”

“Who were you out with tonight if it wasn’t a date? Your assistant said it wasn’t a client.”

“Nate?” You barked out a laugh, “Jesus Bry, control your fucking jealousy! He was my senior partner when I first moved here, got me up on my feet and going in the legal world.”

“Then why the fuck was he bringing you flowers?”

“Wow, you really are obsessive aren’t you.” You rolled your eyes, “because he knows about my divorce and was trying to make my day a little brighter.”

“If you’re so torn up about a divorce that happened seven years ago maybe you shouldn’t be dating in the first place.” He shot back, an annoyed tone in his voice and you stalled, your voice hard but quieter.

“Wow. You must really not listen when I talk. It was seven years to the day. Seven years ago I walked into my perfect little brownstone that I’d bought with my perfect husband to find divorce papers on the kitchen island because he’d knocked up his mistress. I guess it makes perfect sense that today I’d walk in on you fucking someone else.”

Bryan felt his heart sink into his gut, he’d completely misread the entire situation and missed out on some crucial information at the same time. If he’d been thinking straight and not so caught up in his head about where you were and who you were with he never would have been with someone else, or at the very least had remembered you had a key and gone to her place.

“You really are the spawn of Satan.” You growled, “go fuck yourself Bry.” You turned on your heel and were gone from the apartment before he could even move from the kitchen, frozen to his spot on the floor. A million emotions were swirling through his body, clouded by the booze and the desire to chase after you but he knew better, the more he pressed this right now the more you would hate him.

“I…should I go or…?” The girl murmured, now fully dressed, he’d nearly forgotten she was even there, turning to her with rage in his eyes.

“Get the fuck out!” He yelled and she quickly scampered out of the apartment with a squeak. Once he heard the door shut he let out a frustrated yell, before he could even process it he was turning towards the wall, his fist leaving a large indent in the drywall.

He’d had everything he’d ever wanted and now he’d gone and royally fucked it all up.

He winced, shaking out his punching hand while the other ran over his face before his gaze dropped to the bag you’d left on the side table. Curiously he opened it, finding his favourite version of mac and cheese and dessert inside and felt the burning deep in his gut. You’d been out there thinking about him and how to make his day a little brighter while he’d completely ignored how hard today must be for you and had found a distraction in someone else.

Great.

Just something else he had ruined in his pitiful excuse of a life.

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bookio · 2 years

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To Be Me (2015) by Anna Höglund

Rosa is on the edge of becoming a teenager and shares her thoughts of boys, periods, jealousy, body image and sexualization of young girls by older men. She spends her time making a comic about women's history. I don't have much to say beside relating a lot to this kind of thoughts from when i was that age. The drawings are brighter than this author's other books, and the handwritten text is thankfully easy to comprehend and read! 3/5 stars

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Life in a Shoebox (2018) by Liv Marit Weberg

I really liked this book!! It reminds me so so much of one of my favorite animes "Watamote", where a girl tries to fit in with her peers and society only to try so hard she get completely weird. The second hand embarrassment is funny, relatable and deliciously awkward.

Rose just moved to another city to study at a university. Running 10 minutes late to the very first class, she falls into a loop kinda like "well they're gonna be mad at me for being late that last time so.. now when i overslept again might as well try next time .. and oh now it's gone too long to even show my face at all, wow going to class is really difficult puh". I was also like this!! 👏

Instead she goes full NEET on student loan (how long til they realize she isn't attending class?) and starts dating the first guy to ever talk to her on campus. Him thinking they had a moment and asks her later to be his gf. She's however only kinda waiting the relationship to run it's course, funny enough at Christmas she can't think of any gifts to get him so she pulls out — a heckin envelope with 500 SEK in it, and a non personalized note saying "Merry Christmas :)". She tries to save the situation by hitting him between the shoulders, saying "Get yourself something nice!" like a grandparent omg. He ofc breaks up with her.

After the breakup and failed study attempt, the parents are worried and suggest a monthly pay to help her back on her feet. When her parents asks what Rose's plan is, she honestly tells them that she's gonna live out the student loan and then live on their monthly "help". The parents go livid so she quickly lies that she has another class ongoing which calms them down.

Rose follows her plan by living on the student loan while barely leaving the apartment for months. Til the last month arrive and she has miscalculated, student loans are only transferred for 10 months, not 11. She has to call her parents for help to be able to buy food.

The mother noticing her daughter is actually following up the plan she presented them, decides to financially cut her off completely. Rose has to go look for a job, which is really really difficult since she lacks any skills, hate social interactions and is unmotivated.

Somehow, she lands a job at a station pub. Which might seem odd because those are always buzzing with social activities BUT this pub is basically a dead fish in the water. There's no customers (and if there were, the pub has literally nothing to offer) so it's perfect for Rose to just stand around, pretending to work.

The boss however decides to "follow his writing dreams" and hires another girl. And they are planning to start some sort of art magazine. Suddenly there's a lot of people in there and Rose has to actually DO WORK, and her anxiety is completely visible & understandable.

The magazine people have a beer party at the pub, Rose gets drunk. Her ex is there, and he's having a baby with the newly hired girl (they're all 20). The new girl calls Rose a "r*tard" and is baffled to found out her bf was with such a monotone person. Rose checks out and connects with one of the magazine people, a shy guy with glasses. Turns out he's also her neighbor - and have 38 baby rats. They connect over the rats and other things, and soon antisocial Rose visits him daily.

One day, glasses guy informs her he's quitting the magazine to work at his aunt's pet store, in the town over, so he has to move. Rose gets really upset about this, but glasses guy suggest she go with him? And she's like, heck yea! And her parents are happy for her. But at the last chapter, Rose takes a moment to tell herself not to get too comfortable because the "ball of life" will keep on rolling, that there'll definitely be bumps along the way, but nonetheless the "ball will keep rolling". 5/5 stars

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steamishot · 3 months

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mindset shift

i've been working to shift my mindset to live in NYC as if i'm not moving away soon. it's really hard to be present when i have one foot out of the door. my old expectation was "we're going to move back in X months", which resulted in a lot of disappointment and internal struggles. i'm trying to turn this into "we're going to be here for another year and anything less than that is a treat". instead of focusing on when we're gonna be in LA or our next travel plans out of the city, we've been doing a lot of activities locally. i even signed myself up for a 6 week pottery class at NY togei that starts end of february. the class costs $495 and is a huge splurge, considering i've never paid for any "fun" multi-week classes my whole life. this is really a dream come true for me. that means i have to sit my ass down and not go anywhere! if this class goes well, i might even consider signing up for the intermediate class.

on top of pottery class, i also tried to sign up for an acrylic painting class. unfortunately, the class is very small (8 people) and it's competitive to get into. i was #26 on the waitlist. the idea of going out into a class with a consistent schedule (or like, having an obligation outside of the apartment that isn't a social plan) is very appealing to me. i'll continue to try to get into acrylic painting.

yoga: matt and i are doing hot yoga even more consistently now. we go at least 1-2x/week. yesterday, when we did a wide legged forward fold, i surprised myself because i was able to place my forearms on the floor for the first time. additionally, i finally did a crow pose for like a second! i normally don't even attempt the crow pose because i assume i'm too weak. but yesterday i was in the flow and damn, i surprised myself haha.

work: my workload has been a little all over the place. i'm doing L's old work, and the work i transferred over to her has returned to me. there has been new payroll and compliance matters. we have V joining our team next week. V previously worked in our department and i've met her before on occasions - i remember her to be nice and easy to work with. from my understanding, V will take over L's old duties. i'll still be the youngest person on our team.

week activities: this week, we went to double chicken please (#1 bar in north america currently with taiwanese owners), went to pinos to get dry aged steak, cooked the steak using a reverse sear method for the first time (greatly recommend), completed a 1000+ piece LNY dragon lego set, went to apotheke warehouse, hosted 3 friends for the superbowl. the pro is that i'm happy matt and i are having a lot of fun during his week off. the con is that the extremities of his schedule get to be too much with our studio living situation (it's still either too much time alone or too much together time for me). i felt relieved today when he left for work because i missed having the whole apartment to myself haha

friends: the 3 friends we hosted during the superbowl: R&T, L are all leaving in the next half year. R&T just moved here last september, and T accepted a job in dallas. because his job is a hybrid schedule, he'll be super commuting between dallas and nyc for a few months so that they don't have to break their lease and can have a full year to explore NYC. L is leaving in august to norcal. hopefully, we are leaving as well... so our superbowl party is basically a farewell party for all the people who are leaving the city.

hobbies: i am consistently playing chess with B. i suck a little less now. she used to beat me all the time and i think my score went down to the 400s. now i'm back up to 800s and i'm at a 7W/8L scoring with her. i'm on a 63 day streak learning chinese on duolingo.

relationship: this past year has been pretty challenging to navigate due to expectations (of lifestyle, health, job searching, moving back home) and transitioning to an attending job for matt. residency really felt like he was living under a rock and in constant survival mode. the first year of attendinghood still felt like an extended residency because it was super time/energy consuming, which was against my expectations and disappointing. in fact, he had worked longer weeks (>100 hours) than he ever had during residency. i had a lot of doubts about our future because life was "supposed" to be SO much better after training and it just... wasn't. from his training, he had developed GAD and disordered eating. 1.5 years later, matt's getting the hang of the job and worrying less outside of work. he works 80 hours or less per week now. he's continuing to adopt healthier habits outside of work - eating better, exercising more, taking care of his health. he's at 10 months of doing therapy now which has been invaluable. happy to report that he's really taken over the househusband duties during his weeks off. this frees up mental capacity for me to think of how i can grow my income.

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girltomboy · 8 months

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Saturday diary

Today has been interesting because even though I woke up earlier than I was expecting, and I basically did my everyday morning routine except I finally managed to pull myself out of my slump and do yoga (which felt amazing), I still feel like the day flew by too fast. In the sense that it's almost 6pm but it feels like it should be around 3. But I feel good about the stuff I managed to complete this morning and yesterday evening. It's not much, just mundane stuff like doing laundry or buying essential groceries/home items, and prioritizing my routine over idk other activities. But it still makes me feel satisfied. I phoned my grandma and we talked for hours again, she told me about our dog and our neighbors, the food she's been cooking, pickle recipes, and how my mom used to be fluent in Russian. I just love talking to her on the phone for hours until we both get tired, I really keep all of our phone conversations like little charms in my memory. Thanks to her I remembered a dream I had last week, about my aunt, that I had forgotten and couldn't write down in my dream diary. I've been thinking about going to visit her and spend maybe a week or so there, like I did last year. But last year my stay was a bit scuffed because of my ID replacement and the construction workers. This year I'm all set ID-wise, the house exterior is completely done and beautiful, and I could both work there and enjoy my stay. But I think my mom would want to see me soon, since I promised I'd visit soon, and she hasn't seen me in almost a year. Idk I'm conflicted, my grandma advised me to visit mom first, but my parents are still working on their new house, and I don't want to pop by at a stressful time. Plus I don't want to use up all of my paid leave for this year. But anyway, that's something to ponder but not dwell too much on, because it's already mid-September, and regardless of the destination I choose I don't want the cold fall weather to catch up to me. One of our friends is already in the process of moving to another city. It was such an impulsive decision, his workplace transferred him to that city, he might already have a roommate, and so all that's left for him is to adapt his life to a new environment. Crazy stuff, but good for him, and I'm gonna miss him. We got news today that a mutual friend of our group took his own life this morning at 4, and we've just been quiet and crushed. My friend who grew up with him was devastated. I actually met the guy through him when they were living together, right before the pandemic. And then he got a job at a local pub, and we went there last year, when my friend moved here. He seemed really good at his job, and serious about it. I didn't ever get to know him much, and I just can't stop wondering why he felt like his life had run its course. He was on a college trip, as far as I understood, as an archeology student. He even posted pics from the trip. And then they found him lifeless this morning. I froze in place when my bf texted me, and we had a discord call and everyone was speechless. Couldn't stop thinking what it must feel like to hear this about your childhood friend, who you were in contact with, hung out with not long ago, and everything. My friend sounded like he'd been crying quietly, and he had no words to talk. It feels like there's this hole now that needs to be filled, but we can't, there's nothing for anyone to fill it with. Like, his name and the memory of him just feels tender like after an electric shock, and I barely ever saw the guy. I can only imagine how heavy and crushing it must feel for those who knew him closely and loved him. And I hope we'll be able to help our friend manage his grief.

Meanwhile, we've lived another Saturday, and I've been thinking about going for a long walk, but there's rain on the horizon. Still, I feel the need to explore the city and people-watch. Yesterday evening the walk in the rain to the grocery store as it got dark put me in such a good mood.

#i had to call my grandma during our discord call so i got disconnected from the server because my laptop went to sleep #and when i got back no one was online anymore

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hlmowrer · 10 months

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Week 26: "Every time I suggest something we shouldn't do, you think about it really hard"

Phew whee! The roller coaster never ends. I'm not even sure what I did this week, but that hasn't stopped cool stuff from happening so I guess that's fine!

We've had a lot of lessons cancel on us (or just not show up) and we aren't very good at recalibrating when that happens. To be perfectly honest, most of the week felt like a lot of wheel spinning. But hey, that turned into a lesson about how perception isn't always reality because at church on Sunday there were more people than I've ever seen in Kalkaska! It's the first time our chapel hasn't felt empty. I felt the Spirit in the room for sure, and it was such a nice surprise.

The biggest highlight of the week came on Thursday night, when our elder's quorum president called us late and told us he needed us to help a family move in! He said there would be a mom and four kids...dear friends I cannot tell you the elation we experienced as we heard him say we were getting some youth. Youth are the future, and we ain't got none of 'em. When we met them we found out that the grandparents are moving back to Kalkaska too! They are really awesome, and it was a huge blow to the branch when they left a few years ago. Apparently the kids and mom haven't been to church in a really long time, so we're so glad they're trying to come back!

The funniest thing to happen this week also came on Thursday. We had our first one on one interviews with President Peckham scheduled in Gaylord (yes, that is a real town and people somehow say it without sniggering) but when we arrived there was nobody but the Cadillac sisters there. Eventually another companionship arrived...and then nothing. After about an hour of waiting and being confused, one of the assistants informed us that President Peckham had gone to the wrong city, and was still an hour out. So we all went to Taco Bell. It was one of those moments where you just wonder how you got there..."Taco Bell at 11 AM in Gaylord, Michigan" is not a circumstance I ever in my life expected to be in. By the time we returned to the meetinghouse several other missionaries had arrived, including my homies Sister Abegglen and Elder Wilchek. Hanging out with the zone is always a great time, and I was grateful for the opportunity.

And last but not least for this week...transfer calls were received on Sunday! I will be remaining in Kalkaska for the rest of the summer with Elder Sines. That is all fine and dandy, but there were unfortunately some casualties. Elder Gray (my district leader) is being sent way downstate to South Haven, and Elder Nelson (my zone leader who has followed me the entire mission so far) has been banished to Kalamazoo. It's a tremendous tragedy, so we got special permission to go to Traverse City to celebrate Elder Nelson's birthday together today. That really stinks for me, I've probably bonded with those two more than anyone else and they're both nearing the end of their missions so it's unlikely I'll see them again.

In addition to all that, Sister Abegglen is training again, and her current trainee will be training too! The training-out-of-being-trained trend is absurd but I'm actually pretty hyped because that's double the chances of someone I know being assigned to train Sister Clanton, a friend of mine from Vancouver who will be joining us in the great Michigan Lansing Mission this week!

Oh yeah and Elder Wilchek is training too, so I'm gonna be a brother! Pretty epic stuff. It's a bit weird that my kid is going to be more senior than my brother, but whatever.

I still have to drive to TC today, so that's all folks. Love you.

-Elder Beren Mowrer

Hey, you actually looked at my pictures! Good job. Just for that I'll tell you that my title this week was from our weekly companion inventory...when I asked for constructive criticism from Elder Sines "Every time I suggest something we shouldn't do, you think about it really hard" was his response. *facepalm*

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sorryiapologized · 10 months

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One day I'm gonna cut it clear, ride like Paul Revere, and when they ask me who I am I'll say I'm not from around here.

It was a dream of mine that started around the time I turned twelve or thirteen. Up until then I had no desire to leave. I would stay in that town just like my mom had and my grandpa before her. Just like everyone did. Maybe I'd get a teaching job, get married, and have a few kids. I'd stay close to everyone I'd ever known, just as everyone I'd ever known had done before me.

The older I got the more that dream turned into a nightmare. As a teenager I used to feel as though I was living through my prequel. Like my story hadn't even started. The story wouldn't start until I got out. I felt like I was in the first few chapters of a good memoir I'd share with the world someday once I became something important. I started to realize I would never become important if I stayed.

I dreamed of moving to New York. I wanted to get far away and go somewhere where big things happened. I wanted to change the world. I didn't know how I'd do it, but I just knew I wanted to leave.

Now I have left. I didn't make it as far as New York, not yet. As it turns out, no matter how big the dream of cutting it clear was, it is damn hard to do. I got to the closest major city. Far enough that anyone who wants to see me has to be determined to get here, but not too far that I can't drive back there in a day if I need to. I haven't needed to yet. When people ask me where I'm from I'm vague. "The east side," I say. That could, and often does, mean many different things to people. If someone names my town outright I'll confirm it. To know its name is significant. These people who know, they give a nod. They understand that desire to leave. Often they've left too.

I worry about the curse the town holds. I've heard about it from teachers, burnouts, and even my own mother. A traveler got caught up in some kind of illegal business and before the carted him out of the courthouse to jail he declared that nobody would be able to leave our town. Everyone who tried would return within a few years, a failure. As far as I've seen, the curse is pretty accurate. Every friend of mine who left for college returned before their graduation day, transferring to a smaller town school. Family members have tried to move, gone to New York, Seattle, LA, and all come home within a few years with their tails between their legs. Even my cousin, who moved to the same city as me, has returned home since getting out. Maybe that's why I don't tell people where I'm from. I don't want it to be true. I don't want it to pull me back in.

I dream about the day when I'll be far enough. When I can tell people I'm from this state, not even have to specify the region. Maybe I'll seem different then. Maybe I will matter once I really make it out. But to make it out I know I'll first have to dig out the roots that are buried under my skin. I'll have to purge this town from my veins. How much of me will be left once I'm done? Will I still be me?

#hometown #paul revere #noah kahan #coming of age #i'm sorry #rant post #sorry for the rant #nostalgia #smalltown #moving

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sugarfreescoprio · 1 year

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update

got the apartment, haven't been able to actually been able to move in because of work/transportation issues so i'm still stuck at my MIL's for another couple weeks which isn't terrible in the grand scheme of things! i'm getting a transfer to store in my city so my commute is only gonna be about 25 minutes instead of an hour.

as for my health journey, i havent had the time or energy to focus on it because of my job and where i'm living but i know that it won't last and soon i'll be back on track. i'm canceling my gym membership and purchasing an annual plan for Apple Fitness+ when i get paid so i can workout from home and i'm very excited about that! less money leaving my account every month and the accessibility of home workouts is better for me anyway.

i have a doctor's appointment next monday to discuss plans to get a diagnosis for and treatment for ADHD and i'm the most excited about that because i've been struggling with this for so long and i'm finally getting help for it.

january hasn't been the best month so far but we're only like 3 weeks into 2023 so i'm hopeful for the rest of the year 💗

#health & fitness #healthy #life journey #2023 #new year new me

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oriax · 4 years

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ill say this for the pandemic: everyone in my life whos nt and understands the future as a concept and can make plans and shit? NOW YOU GET MY LIFE.

time isnt REAL theres past theres right now theres tomorrow and then theres future and thats IT.

CANT PLAN SHIT when times not real

#the only impact on me has been i wear a mask to work now and thats it #tbh its probably made my life easier?#i was basically working this job until i could move somewhere #when my siblings would both be in school full time #and now that time is here and i can just go #and im like. hmm which city do i want to try living in?#im expecting im gonna spend a few years doing short term leases and transferring and just. finding somewhere i wanna live #its all v exciting #might learn a trade before i do that but #the plan is sorta just to pick up work and travel until i find somewhere i want to stay #and then go from there

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clusterfuck-misc · 2 years

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THATGOBLIN ASKS:

I fucking loved that Puppy Obsession for Leon. Would you be willing to do more on that one? Like maybe after they graduate and Leon gets partnered with reader and things escalate to reader thinking they see Leon in their room watching them sleep or things around the house moving or missing to feeling like someone's in bed with them? Feel free to adjust or add to it as necessary foe creativeness!! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

Your Halloween themed hearts please me. I shall tend to this request immediately.

This is also in an alternate setting where Leon’s first day as an officer didn’t get totally fucked over by zombies (though I still think that’s the funniest shit ever. “Hope this is gonna be a great day! Oh, shit. Zombies. What the fuck—”).

Yandere Leon Kennedy x Officer Reader

This is in HC format.

The reader is gender neutral.

Content warning: Stalking, breaking and entering, dread, a discomforting bedmate.

ARCHIVED POST. @clusterfuck-yandere IS MY NEW BLOG.

PLEASE DO NOT SEND REQUESTS ON THIS BLOG.

— You thought the nightmare at the police academy was over.

After 6 months of constantly being paranoid, checking over your shoulder, and changing your locks three times, it was time to graduate.

You couldn’t wait until you were transferred over to a department far away from him.

After talking to every sergeant, you were almost guaranteed to end up in different stations.

Right?

After pulling into the parking lot of the Raccoon Police Department and getting out of your car, you couldn’t help but let breath of air.

This was it.

Your first day of the job.

Though you still felt a bit nervous, they almost took a backseat for the overwhelming relief you felt that he wasn’t here.

When you walked into the building, you were met with congratulations and pats on your shoulder.

“Congrats. (L/N), right?”

“Welcome to the RPD, rookie.”

“You survived training!”

All of their nice words caught you off guard. You weren’t expecting to be so well received.

Sitting down at one of the desks, you waited for the briefing to begin.

About 10 minutes of small talk with senior officers passed before a bit of commotion began.

“Oh, you must be the other rookie! Welcome to the RPD.”

“Congrats on getting through the academy.”

“Aren’t you the one that graduated top 10%? Impressive.”

That caught your attention.

Turning around to see who the other rookie was, your heart dropped to your stomach.

It was him.

Leon Scott Kennedy.

— He somehow managed to transfer to the same police department as you.

You didn’t know how he did, but he was here.

How the fuck…

Did your request mean nothing to the sergeants at the academy?

Or did he somehow manage to talk his way into being transferred with you…

Almost immediately, his eyes found yours.

You wanted to vomit at how they lit up.

After thanking the other officers for their kind words, he plopped down in the vacant seat next to you.

“Officer (L/N),” he giddily greeted.

After a moment of pure panic, you managed to form a tight smile. “Officer Kennedy.”

One outgoing senior officer brought up how she heard the two of you came from the same academy.

Leon answered that you two did before you could even think.

“I’m sure you both are already pretty familiar with each other then,” she mused.

More familiar that I hoped.

Small talk began between her and Leon, leaving you to let the reality of this situation sink in.

You were stuck with Leon Kennedy.

For as long as you worked in Raccoon City, you were stuck with him.

You couldn’t help the feeling of dread that consumed your mind.

— He still continues to stare at you.

It’s practically the academy all over again, only the two of you were actual police officers now.

If you’re going through reports, you can bet his eyes are on you.

And the dreamy sheen they take on causes a shiver to travel up your spine.

“You know, you’ll get through these complaints faster if you actually look at them,” you’ve said on multiple occasions.

He apologizes and looks down at his work, but it only takes a few seconds before his eyes are back on you.

Jesus Christ.

After a while, you’ve just given up.

What’s the point if he never listens to you?

And, of course, he still follows you around.

You keep your belongings close to you at all times just in case he tries to steal anything again.

It doesn’t help that he tries to lend a hand every second of the day, though.

“(L/N), I can help you with tha—” “No.” “… Are you—” “Yes.”

The other officers talk about how cute it is that you have your own lovesick puppy.

If only they know the full extent of the “sick” part of that.

— The only moment of peace you get is when you’re out patrolling.

Rookies have to ride with senior officers, meaning you and Leon couldn’t be in the same patrol car.

You almost praised whatever god was out there at this revelation.

Leon, however, was less thrilled.

You tried to ignore the pity that you felt when you noticed the sad eyes he had (how could you pity the guy who’s the root of your paranoia?).

One senior officer you were paired with brought up how “close” you and Leon seem.

“Guess you could say that,” you dryly scoffed.

— You try to get patrol duty any chance you get.

Almost your entire week was filled with patrol duty at one point.

You’d try to switch out jobs any chance you get.

“Douglas, what do you have next week?” “Patrol duty, mostly—” “Switch schedules with me.”

The chief is very familiar with how often you do this.

“Switching out for patrol duty again?”

Anything to avoid HIM.

Leon takes notice of this as well.

You can tell he’s not happy with it at all.

The senior officers talk about how grumpy he’s been lately.

“It’s almost like he’s waiting for the day to end.”

Which is odd, since Leon’s absolutely dedicated to being a police officer.

— You start to see him outside of work.

After an entire week of patrol duty, you hoped that Leon would get the message and leave you alone.

However, he just found other ways to be near you.

If he can’t at work, why not outside of work?

If you’re sitting at a cafe, you’ll start to get that familiar feeling of being watched.

If you’re out doing some shopping, you’ll “randomly” run into him quite often.

Even where you live, you’ll notice a man with a familiar hat and jacket lingering around.

It’s gotten to the point where you stay home as much as possible.

But you should’ve known that wasn’t enough.

— Things around your home get misplaced.

You didn’t even notice at first, if you were being honest.

The stress of work and your “admirer” distracted you from how your drawers had one less clothing article every couple of days.

Or how your dirty laundry looked as if someone went through it.

Or how your closet had all its contents moved to one side…

After a week or so, however, you began to pick up on these small things.

Did you leave your toothbrush out of the holder?

You didn’t recall making your bed earlier…

Why did you leave a glass of water out before you left?

These strange occurrences became more and more frequent as the weeks went by.

— You began to feel like you’re being watched while you sleep.

It’s something that you’ve tried to ignore, since you think it’s the stress getting to you.

Even so, you still can’t help but look around your room any time you wake up in the middle of the night.

You start dreaming of him standing over your bed, staring down at you.

And once you swore you actually saw him in your room.

But he was gone in a blink of an eye, and you were left to believe it was only a hallucination.

You were just tired. That’s it.

You really needed to catch up on sleep.

Nothing more.

That didn’t stop you from storing your pistol in your nightstand, though.

— Your bed feels… weighted… at night.

This began a couple nights after seeing him in your room.

Though unconscious, you could feel your bed slightly jostle, along with the mattress slightly dipping.

Like something was added to it.

Or someone.

It wasn’t an issue you bothered to be too worried about, though. Maybe you were imagining it?

But the feeling of someone’s eyes burning into your skull felt intensified, despite your attempts to ignore it.

Like the eyes were only a couple inches away from your head…

No. You had to be imagining it.

Stress was getting to you, so of course you were going imagine something like that.

Besides; any time you woke up, no one was in your bed.

Even so, you wanted to make sure.

One night, you decided to fake sleeping to see if you catch him in the act.

An hour went by, and you started to think that there wasn’t anyone sneaking into your bed after all.

The more time that passed, the more you realized just how ridiculous the idea sounded.

Someone breaking into your house? Just to sleep next to you?

Maybe it was time to see a psychiatrist.

You couldn’t help but feel relieved, though. At least this meant you were safe.

That’s when you heard your closet door slightly creak.

You were suddenly frozen solid.

A few moments passed before the creaking of the closet door continued, and you realized something was opening it.

Or someone.

Your ears could barely pick up on the soft footsteps that got closer to your side of the bed.

Then you could feel a pair of eyes on you.

His eyes.

You almost flinched when you felt something against your cheek.

It took a few seconds to recover from the initial shock before you realized what it was;

His hand.

And it was caressing you.

Alarms were going off in your head about how lovingly it felt.

What felt like years was most likely only 30 minutes before he stepped away — almost hesitantly.

You prayed that he was leaving, but your stomach dropped when you felt the bed dip next to you.

He’s been sleeping next to you this entire time.

Or, at least, lying down next to you.

You tried your best to stay perfectly still as his eyes bore into the back of your head.

Just how long did he take to stare at you every night?

And, how long has he been in your closet?

And — probably the most important question — how the hell does he keep getting in your house?

You didn’t get any sleep that night as you felt him lightly play with your hair.

And, when it was morning, he left.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now.

— The next time you came into work, you decided to face him.

It made you sick to your stomach just thinking about laying eyes on him, but it’s not like you have evidence that it was him in your bed.

Hell, you didn’t even see if it was him.

And it sounded a little pathetic that you, a police officer, was considering calling the police.

His eyes immediately lit up when he saw you, making your stomach churn.

“Officer (L/N),” he practically cheered. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you!”

That’s a fucking lie.

But you didn’t want him to know that you knew it was him just yet.

I mean, this guy sneaks into your fucking house at night.

Lord knows what else he’s capable of.

“Officer Kennedy,” you said with a forced smile. “What have you been up to?”

“Work,” he sighed. “There’s been a lot of complaints filed recently.” He then gave a yawn. “It’s really tiring.”

You hummed. “Up to anything outside of work?”

His shoulders tensed a bit. “Um… nothing much. Do you want to help me go through these reports?”

He changed the subject so fast, you barely had time to even process what he said.

“Sure,” you mumbled, sitting down at the desk across from him to lend him a hand. “You look awfully tired. Sure you’re not up to anything?”

“… I have sleeping problems,” he answered after a small pause. “It can be hard to sleep at night.”

“I get that,” you mused, voice laced with fake sympathy as you skimmed over a report. “I’ve actually been having trouble sleeping, too.”

Leon crooked his head to the side. “Nightmares?”

“Something like that,” you scoffed. “I get the feeling that someone’s watching me. And it’s almost every night.”

An unreadable expression flashed across his face. “Really?”

“Yeah. Whatever monster or demon is doing that, I wish it would stop.” You shrugged nonchalantly. “I get at least an hour of sleep every week because of it.”

The guilt that settled onto Leon’s face told you everything you needed to know.

It was him.

Not like there was any doubt, though.

“Sorry to hear that,” he responded in a small tone. “Maybe… maybe you’ll be able to sleep tonight.”

Your heart felt as if a thousand pounds got lifted off of it. Did that mean he was gonna stop?

It was less satisfying than cornering him to admit it, but at least this meant you could quiet literally rest easier in your own house.

“Yeah,” you responded with a hint of genuine relief. “Yeah, maybe.”

— That night, you debated on checking the closet.

Despite it sounding like he was stopping, you were too paranoid to take that chance.

But what stopped you was the thought of him actually being in there.

What happens then? Do you just tell him to leave?

What if he doesn’t leave without a fight?

You decided to take your pistol out from the nightstand, keeping it trained on your closet.

This was it; you were finally going to see if he was there.

After a few deep breaths, you quickly threw the door open.

It was empty.

The relief that washed over your body was euphoric. You almost melted into the floor.

So, you put your pistol back in its place and got ready for bed.

Once you were settled in under your sheets, you felt yourself drifting off.

It was going to be a goodnight’s sleep for once. No need for paranoia, no need for fear, just a night where you can catch up on some overdue rest.

But then you heard shuffling noises from underneath your bed.

Before you could even process anything, the bed gently dipped once again before an arm slinked over your waste.

There’s no way.

There’s no fucking way.

A jolt of electricity went through your body when you felt someone nuzzle closer to you.

You were petrified as you felt them inhale your scent.

He knew you were going to check the closet, didn’t he?

So he hid under the bed to be safe.

You were silently cursing yourself at how stupid you were. Why didn’t you think to check under the bed?

Perhaps it was the initial relief of him not being in the closet that made you careless.

Now here he was, sleeping right next to you.

Was this his idea as a safe alternate to staring at you?

As he pulled you closer to his chest, your thoughts were racing a million miles an hour.

You had to call the police.

But there was no evidence that he’s even doing this.

Besides, you were the police.

Then that meant you could fight back against him, right?

But how well would that end up?

He’s already trapping you to his chest.

Besides, you didn’t even want to thinking about fighting against one of the top 10% from the academy.

Perhaps he’ll let you go if you ask nicely enough?

…

If it wasn’t for the risk of disturbing your uninvited bedmate, you would’ve physically shook your head at that thought.

Hours ticked by as Leon slept next to you.

You still wide awake, thinking about what the hell you could possibly do.

However, there was no clear answer that would be immediately effective while maintaining your safety.

All you knew was one thing was certain;

Maybe it was time to install cameras in your home.

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neesieiumz · 3 years

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6 Months {Izuku Midoriya x Reader}

(Pro-hero!Izuku Midoriya x Former Pro-hero!Reader)

[PART ONE] [PART TWO]

L E A V E.

Summary: You were done. Done with everything. So what do you do? You move on. What's new? What's old? And who makes an even bigger space in your heart?

A/n: So this isn't based on another song, well technically it's still based on Sorry, but it's more like a part two to sorry than it being it's own separate part, you feel me? I know it took longer than expected, but there were so many paths I wanted to take and I didnt feel like rushing it. I really wanted to focus on flashbacks for this final part, your decision to leave the pro-hero scene, when Izuku and Melissa started to see each other... etc... I always made a gateway... in case I wanted to continue you and someone else's romance if I ever felt like it... So enjoy!

Support me on Kofi! Commissions are open!

Word Count: 8.0k

Warnings: Implied NFSW, but no deed is actually done, light drinking, (all in good fun)

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Falling into your mother’s arms, you spilled everything from last night and this morning. On how you eavesdropped on his conversation, the confrontations from both this morning and at the brunch. Your father wasn’t home, left earlier this morning for his job. Both you and your brother moved out not too long after high school, him going on to college to become an engineer, and you moving into an apartment with Mina and Jirou while you worked for the same hero agency. Your mother was your closest confidant, she was the only one who could come to mind to tell her about what happened. She just held you, rocking you as you cried, cried about your broken marriage, and seeing the girl your husband abandoned you for. You cried about how both she, your dad, and your brother were right. How you should have never listened to him about giving up everything you worked so hard for. She held you in her loving arms, whispering sweet things in your ear.

“I should have listened to you,” you sobbed, holding one of the throw pillows close to you as you sat up on your couch, leaving her hold on you.

Your dress was bunched up to your knees so you pulled the wrinkled material out from under you as you shifted around on your mother’s leather couch. She pulled you into one last hug, the warm embrace making silent tears fall down your face. Your mom pushed the braids falling out of your now-loose bun from your tear-stricken face. Continuing to caress your face slowly, her slightly rough hands provided a familiar comfort from your childhood.

“This is not your fault, you can not blame yourself for his infidelity, nor can you blame yourself for sticking by your husband’s side and decisions. You did what you thought was right and absolutely no one can give you shit for believing in your marriage.” Her soft voice provides extra comfort to you.

“WHAT?!?”

You were in your family home, six years ago. You still had a couple of bandages around your face and arms. Recently, you just completed physical therapy, nearly regaining full control over your limbs. The fight you had was brutal, nearly leveled the entire city. However, you came out successful from it, even if it put you out of commission for over a year. However, since you’ve woken up, you and Izuku have been having intense conversations about the two of you and your futures together, which led you to the decision you’ve made today.

“YOU’RE RETIRING?!?!” Your brother yelled, standing up swiftly out of his chair.

You took a deep breath, keeping your head down as you nodded your head. It was just you, your parents, and your brother here, Izuku currently being in the top 25 heroes, had a lot of work to do so he could join you as you broke the news to them.

“Izuku and I have been talking and seeing how fast he’s going in the Hero Charts. This incident caused us to do some major thinking. The two of us worrying about each other on the job isn’t healthy. Having two heroes in a relationship, especially two who are going as high in the ranks as us as quickly as we are. Considering how there are a lot more people expecting Izuku to go higher since he’s All Might’s prodigy. So, I’ll be retiring and helping Izuku with his career from the sidelines.”

You let out another deep breath as you finished your monologue, your fingers twitching in your lap. You knew this was a decision your family wasn’t going to agree with, after all, it’s not like you don’t have your legacy to meet up with. Your mother, before Miruko, was the highest-ranked female pro hero in all of Japan. You had her legacy to go after since your brother decided to go into the family business with pro-hero gear.

“You can’t be serious!! After everything, you’ve worked for?!?! You’re just gonna give it up BECAUSE IZUKU SAID SO?!”

Your brother was the most pissed, after all, it was always both you and his plan that the two of you would live up to our parent’s legacy. He would become the best support gear inventor and you would become the best pro hero. So saying this puts a damper on the dreams you both had.

“You had one bad fight with a villain, but the doctors said you’re going to be cleared right?” You nodded your head at his question, “so why? Why would you need to retire after that one fight?!”

“Izuku proposed.”

Gasps of shock flew from heri mouths, you smiled sadly as you pulled your hand from under the other, revealing the small, silver ring with the pure cut diamond sitting perfectly in the middle of it.

“He’s the love of my life, and he’s the man who I want to spend the rest of my life with… to have kids with. We both understand how difficult this job is, and we both know how much I wanted to become a pro hero, but since he’s my endgame… something had to give. And so I did.”

Next was your father, having raised you since you were 3 years old. He saw how much you looked up to your mother, and to your grandmother as well. You come from a line from female pro heroes, and it was always your dream to continue that. He’s always supported you throughout the years, remembering all the times the two of you would work in his workshop on new hero gear, both with your brother and without as well.

“Y/n, don’t you think you’re rushing into this decision? This is everything you’ve been working for, and you’re gonna throw it away?”

“I know your concerns but this is for the best for me and him. I know being a pro hero was what I wanted, but…” you trailed off, looking away from your trembling hands.

Your mother, who was sitting beside you, could only stare at your trembling hands. Almost reminds her of the time she told her mother who she was marrying. How nervous she was, not because she was putting her career on the back burner, but because of what happened the last time she decided to pursue a romantic relationship with someone. She got you out of it, but it was still a painful journey. She took a deep breath, before shifting herself to where you were. She placed her hand on top of your own, making you look down at them before slowly turning your head to look at her.

“Are you happy?”

The question caught everyone off guard, their heads turning towards your mother. You slowly nodded your head, smiling at all the memories you’ve made with Izuku. When you first met as a transfer student, your first date and everything else.

“Yeah Mom, I’m happy.”

You took a deep breath, leaning forward as you shook the memory out of your head.

Meanwhile, your mom tried to lighten the mood, “Well, let’s hope your father doesn’t get to him… you know he doesn’t play about you… or your brother either.”

“He won’t be able to land a hit on him unless Izuku lets him.”

“Well, he better let him then!”

You laughed out loud at that, throwing your head back against the back of the couch. You could feel your mom get off the couch, leaning up as she headed to the dining table. Looking through the papers stacked on the wooden table, she pulled out a business card before walking back to where you were still seated on the couch. Your mom sat back down in her original seat, before handing you the same card of laminated cardboard paper.

Renai Miya, divorce attorney at law.

“Renai is a good friend of mine, she gave me that in case anyone I knew was getting advice soon. I’m sure she didn’t expect my daughter but I’m sure she’ll be able to help you out.”

You looked over at your mother, who just gave you another knowing smile. She just rubbed at your shoulders in comfort as you pulled out your phone.

---

Izuku was sitting at his office, ignoring the texts from both Shoto and Katsuki. After the argument and confrontation from this morning, he decided to stay in the office today and complete some overdue paperwork. Typing away on his computer, his mind began to shift from the email he was sent to the hero commission to the argument that happened between him, Kacchan, and Shoto.

“I’m sorry, YOUR WIFE JUST TRIED TO KILL YOU! We don’t know what would have happened if we hadn't come when we did!” Katsuki yelled, throwing his jacket off of his body.

“Izuku, this is a serious matter. We need to know what happened,” Shoto explained next, kneeling in front of Izuku’s crouching figure.

Izuku just shook his head, diving his head into the insides of his elbows. Shoto and Katsuki looked at each other, the concern shining in their eyes. They looked back at their trembling friend, who was now starting to rock back and forth while whispering “I fucked up.” over and over again.

“Izuku,” Katsuki started tentatively, “what did you do?”

Izuku stopped trembling and his rocking ceased as he raised his head slowly, locking eyes with his childhood friend. Katsuki’s leg began moving up and down in anticipation, waiting for him to say something.

“I don’t want to report this, trust me. So just pretend you never saw that.” That was all he said before standing up, pushing past them.

Izuku shook his head, focusing back on his emails. He sent the long paragraph he was typing, after making sure there were grammatical or spelling errors. He then leaned back against his office chair, throwing his head back. A gross, yet very familiar feeling was arising from his stomach, it was slimy, it was painful, it was guilt. He felt guilty, remembering how his wife looked at him at breakfast and right before she left. How the look in her eyes felt more painful than other villains could ever inflict on him.

Closing his eyes, his mind slowly drifted to a memory, a memory from three months ago.

It was dark, and Izuku was tired, so very tired from the shift he worked. However, he needed to do this. He needed to end whatever the hell he and Melissa had. The way they were conversing over private messages was getting too much. In a week would be his wedding Anniversary, and how his wife, Y/n, surprised him, reminded him about what he and Melissa had.

And how wrong it was.

He wore a black, sleeveless turtleneck, paired with a dark coat along with dark jeans. He had fake glasses on his face and his curly was positioned to cover his face so people wouldn’t recognize him. He kept his head forward as he approached the apartment complex Melissa mentioned she was moving into. After living on I-island for all of her life, she wanted a change of pace, especially since what happened with her father way back when. So she got a job as a top hero support inventor at the company where Izuku got his extra gear from. Since it’s also where Hatsume worked as well. He opened the door and walked into the lobby. He looked around the expensive-looking area, seeing the receptionist, and only one other person sitting on the complementary couch talking on the phone. He walked to the receptionist, who greeted him with a smile.

“Are you here to see someone?”

He nodded and gave his fake name, the one he told Melissa he’d be using, along with the apartment number that she gave him. The receptionist simply smiled before typing in her computer, before reaching over to the phone and pressing a couple of the buttons. Izuku could hear someone pick up, a muffled voice through the phone.

“Yes, Ms. Shield, A Iseada L/n is here to see you.”

Izuku took a deep breath, hearing the fake name he gave along with his wife’s maiden name. The receptionist gave off acknowledging hums to the person on the phone, who Izuku knew was Melissa. He rocked himself against his heels, feeling his fingers twitch around in his pockets.

“Alright, I’ll send him right up!” She ended the call, placing the phone back in its holder.

She then smiled at Izuku before pointing at the elevators behind him, “you can use an elevator. Ms. Shield lives on the fifth floor.”

Izuku nodded and thanked her before turning around to the elevators. He picked on towards the left and stepped inside of it, waiting for it to close before choosing the button that said “five.” The doors closed as generic elevator music played throughout the rising mechanical box. Izuku sighed, pulling off the fake glasses, before pushing his curls out of his face.

Third floor…

Fourth floor…

The elevator dinged as the door opened, revealing the fifth floor. Izuku stepped out of the elevator, using the signs on the walls to find his way to Melissa’s apartment. Walking past all the other doors, of the patrons of the apartment, who were currently sleeping to the world. Unaware that their number one hero was sneaking past them, claiming to be ending an illicit relationship.” Seeing the apartment number up ahead, Izuu could feel his heart beat faster. Taking another deep breath, he stopped right in front of the pitch-black door. Swallowing his spit, he closed his eyes before knocking on the door a couple of times. Almost immediately after he knocked, the door opened, causing Izuku’s eyes to shoot open, jumping back a little as Melissa stepped into the doorframe. Izuku was about to speak when his eyes drifted down to what she was wearing. It was a simple white t-shirt, ending right at her upper thigh. Izuku licked his dry lips, before looking back up at Melissa’s face who was giving him a knowing smile, that looked smug as well.

“Izuku,” her usually peachy tone came out a little subtle, silky and sultry, “I’m so happy to see you after so long. Come in.”

Izuku simply nodded as Messlia stepped to the side, allowing him to enter her expensive apartment, which could be classified as a penthouse. Izuku looked around, his eyes landing on all the decorations around her living room. He walked toward her wall, where she hung pictures. There were pictures of Melissa with her dad, her mom, All Might, and a couple of her friends from I-island. He continued looking around, before his eyes landing on a picture of the two of them, back when he was a first-year.

“You were so short back then,” Izuku heard Melissa say, as she came to stand next to him.

Izuku just nodded, continuing to look at the frames. He was enveloped in the nostalgia he was facing when he didn’t even notice Melissa coming up behind him. He only noticed her when he felt a hand coming up around his waist. He froze, his heart pounding away in his ears. She then stood right behind him, before pressing up against his back next, her hands now circling his waist.

“Melissa…” he started, feeling her fingers mess with his zipper and belt under his overcoat jacket.

God, was she wearing anything under that shirt? He could feel her breasts, her hardened nipples pressing against his back. He took another deep breath, licking his lips before moving his hands to where her own was and prying them off his belt, just as she was beginning to unbuckle it.

“Melissa, we can’t do this. I’m married. Happily married at that. I can’t keep doing this to her.”

Melissa only hummed, moving her body from behind his own, stepping in front of him. She was wet, her long wavy dripping down her face and body. The water from her wet hair dripped onto her shirt, her white, very thin shirt. Izuku’s breath hitched as he slowly glanced down her body, her nipples visibly being shown through the fabric.

“Yet, you can’t keep your eyes off me Izuku.” Hands grabbed at his jacket, pulling him closer to her.

Izuku gasped as Melissa brought her hand, cupping his face before bringing it down. Izuku gasped once again as he felt lips upon his own, feeling her other hand reach inside his jacket to pull him closer by the waist. Izuku was about to push her away, he needed to push her away. God, he was married for fucks sake, to someone who loved him dearly. But her lips, they felt so good to him. Glossed from the shower she took, they tasted of mint and strawberries. Izuku, taking a deep breath, went to push off his jacket, never letting go of the kiss. Mellissa, smirking into the kiss, helped him out of the jacket before squealing as Izuku scooped her up before slamming her on the wall.

“This is a one-time thing,” he mumbled against her lips, using his hips to hold her up against the wall as he took off his shirt next.

“Yeah…” Mellissa said with a skeptical tone, feeling his hands go under her wet shirt next.

“A one-time thing…”

Izuku groaned, throwing the papers in his hands across his desk. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself out of his desk. He stood up from out of his chair, walking over to the wall which was replaced with windows, looking down upon the city of Mustafa. He could hear the faint sounds of cars driving and honking, he could see the civilians, everyone he protects. Looking across the street, he could see a cafe. It was one that he frequents since it’s so close. The door opened, and it revealed a couple. A laughing couple. The man was holding a medium-sized bag, with the logo of the cafe plastered across the bag. He was wearing a dark brown suede jacket that was buttoned shut. The woman was wearing a matching jacket, wearing as a dress, her curly hair pulled up in a bun. She held their coffees as they walked along the sidewalk. Izuku smiled sadly, before looking over to the couch in his office.

Laughter rang out inside the office, the sun had already gone down a long time ago and the night shift heroes were all out patrolling, leaving Izuku, a couple of sidekicks, and a couple of more janitors. It was your anniversary, but unfortunately, a string of villain attacks happened today. This pulled Deku out of his day off and kept him away. So, you decided to surprise me with dinner at his office. You cooked shrimp alfredo, packing it in pretty containers, before stopping by a couple of stores, buying a fancy cake that said “Happy Anniversary.” The last thing you bought was some expensive alcohol, a bottle of wine and champagne just in case. She then dressed up, a dark green silk dress paired with a matching coat and heeled shoes. She brought a few decorations before carrying all of that, using your clouds. Izuku smiled once he walked into the office with everything, abandoning his work and helped you set up the table.

The two of you enjoyed dinner together, talking about your day, specifically on how Izuku was swamped with back-to-back villain attacks. To the point where he was the same police officer twice in two different scenes. After dinner, the two of you move to the couch, still holding your wine glasses now filled with champagne.

“I have a gift for you,” Izuku mentioned, pushing himself up off the couch before going behind his desk, going through the drawers.

You giggled, shifting around the couch to get a little more comfortable, your jacket long discarded. Izuku hissed out a “here it is!”, before pulling out a neatly wrapped box, closing the drawer with his foot. You took another sip of your bubbly alcohol as Izuku skipped over to you with the box in hand.

“Here you go, darling!”

You smiled, placing your glass on the small lamp table to the right of you before sitting up and taking the box from your husband. He smiled at you as he sat beside you, seeing you begging to open up the carefully placed wrapping paper. Once all the wrapping paper was removed from the box, you gasped, seeing the logo on the box. BVLGARI. A smile slowly appeared on your face as you untied the golden silk ribbon. Slowly lifting the top of the box, you pulled out of the pure white tissue paper. This revealed one of the most beautiful necklaces and earrings you’ve ever seen. It was an emerald necklace, it had two emeralds, and also was decorated with mini diamonds along the border, and considering the brand, you knew it was real. The earrings were dangly and matched the way the smaller emerald looked on the necklace.

“Izuku… it’s beautiful…”

He smiled, taking the box out of your hands before taking the necklace out of the box. He whispered at you to turn around. Following his instructions, you swept your goddess braids to the side as he placed the necklace around your neck, the cool feeling of the metal tingly against your warm skin. Izuku then connected the chain, letting the necklace fall against your nape before leaning over your shoulder and placing a light kiss on top of her almost-bare shoulder. You shuddered, leaning into his touch as his hands moved from your shoulders, trailing down your body to rest them on your hips. You let out a moan, feeling him give your neck a nip, reaching up to grab him by his messy curls. You smirked, before sighing into the neck kisses he was leaving on your neck.

“You smell,” he inhaled slowly, “really fucking good.”

Giggling at his words, you placed your own hands on top of his own before turning around. You lifted yourself off the chair. Izuku lifted an eyebrow as you placed your hands behind your back.

“I have a gift for you too, it’s not a material gift but…” you trialed off as you reached up the straps of your dress, before beginning to slowly pull them down, revealing the thin straps of your expensive lingerie.

Izuku’s eyes sparkled as your dress trailed down your body, revealing the expensive material cut and crafted to fit your body perfectly. The way the emerald green clashed perfectly with your deeper skin. Your manicured hands trailed down your body as your dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but the sinful lingerie and the heels to match. Izuku licked his bottom lip as you slowly walked over to him, dragging your heels with each step. Lifting yourself, you slowly placed yourself on his lap, feeling Izuku’s hands immediately attach themselves to your hips. He gave you a sly smile, looking up at you.

“And you look so amazing,” he gave your body another glance, making you smirk and lean back, using your arms and hands to steady you.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck before diving into a kiss. His lips tasted of mint and strawberries, it was a new taste but one you didn’t mind. Deepening the kiss, you gasped as you felt Izuku’s hard on all the way through his pants.

“I love you so much, Izuku Midoriya.”

A moment of silence went by.

“I love you too, Y/n Midoriya.”

Izuku took a deep breath and was about to open the next one when his phone, his personal one, started ringing. He reached in the drawer and pulled it out and looked at the screen. Sweetheart was calling, a picture of you and Izuku at your wedding anniversary plastered across the screen. Izuku was less blacked up back then, and you still had a crutch from your physical therapy from your incident. But god did you both look so beautiful and happy. Izuku was wearing his suit from the wedding but without the jacket and a couple of buttons unfastened. You, however, changed out of your wedding dress into a white velvet dress that was strapless and came with these long gloves in the similar fabric that you only wore for official pictures. Izuku was carrying you bridal style along with the rest of you and his family and his closest friends.

Izuku simply smiled sadly, before answering the call.

“Y/n?”

He heard nothing at first, nothing but the phone static so he called out your name again. This time he heard someone take a deep, trembling breath as if they had been crying for a long time.

“Izuku.” Your voice was scratchy, and hoars too. Izuku could feel his heartbreak and drop to his ass all at the same time. He did that.

God he was supposed to be a hero, save people and never let them down.

Now he may have just ruined his marriage.

“Y/n.” He said again, “how- how are you?”

“I’ve called a divorce lawyer.”

Oh. Straight to the bullet.

“We can’t- we can’t talk about this?”

“What’s there to talk about? You did this to me. You did this to us. Now face the fucking consequences of your actions.” Your voice was scratchy, the rasp appearing with each word you say.

“I know what I did.”

“And yet, you still did it.”

Izuku took a deep breath, leaning back into his chair. He looked up at the ceiling of his office, looking at the dazzling, overhanging chandelier in the middle of it.

“So there’s nothing I can say or do to convince you to stay?”

“You can have the house, as long as you pay me alimony for the next two-three years, for a reasonable price of course.”

You completely ignored his question, going straight into what was going to happen next. Izuku took another deep breath, this time leaning against his hand as he placed his elbow, pointed up, against his desk.

“So this is it?”

“This is it, Izuku. I told myself I would never lessen myself for a man, and I already broke that when I quit my job. I’m not gonna keep doing that to myself.”

“I-I love you.”

You gave off an airy chuckle as if you couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. And with that you ended the call, those being one of the last words you’ll be saying to him until the meetings between the two of you and your divorce lawyers.

---

“Y/n?” A muffled voice called out, pulling you out of your sleep along with knocks on your door

You pushed yourself off the bed, throwing the hotel blankets off your body. It was late at night, you went back home after your impromptu visit with your mother. You packed up what you could in one go before stuffing it in your car. You couldn’t see Izuku after that, so you tried your best to remove any trace of yourself from that house. You were just about to fall asleep, the tv playing a random 90s show for background noise. Digging through one of your suitcases, you found a robe to wrap around your body before moving towards the door.

You summoned lightning in one hand as you checked who was at the door. Seeing red-and-white hair, along with a bright blue eye and a dull grey eye, you took a deep sigh of relief before slowly opening the door. Standing there, wearing a raincoat and holding a closed umbrella was Shoto Todoroki. His hair that grew since high school was pulled back in a ponytail as he looked down upon with concerned eyes.

“Y/n…”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as he said your name. You then opened them back up before giving him a sad smile.

“Shoto… can I help you?” You leaned against the doorway, placing a hand in your waist.

“I heard from Izuku, the two of you are getting a divorce?”

You leaned into the hallway, looking to see if anyone saw him before pulling him into your hotel room. You closed the door and locked it behind you immediately before turning on the light. Shoto looked around the luxury rented room, seeing all of your suitcases and other items stacked up against a wall. Feeling your hands tremble, you sat on your bed, folding your hands underneath themselves.

“How did-“ your voice came out raspy and dry, so you cleared your throat before speaking again.

“How did you find me? I didn’t tell anyone where I was.”

Shoto simply smiled, “being the #3 hero has its perks. I figured you didn’t want a lot of people crowding around you so I said I’d talk to you.”

Hearing that, you lifted your head swiftly, “people already know about the divorce?”

Shot shrugged off his raincoat, revealing the long sleeve black turtleneck he was wearing. He placed his umbrella in a random corner before going to sit beside you on the bed.

“After what happened this morning, Izuku only told us that you’re leaving him… and wouldn’t tell us why. We called everyone, Uraraka, Iida, Kirishima, we even called his mom and All Might… all he said was that his marriage was over. No reason as to why…”

You let out a slight chuckle, your shoulders jumping slightly at the irony of the situation.

“So the only person you could come to was me, right?”

Shoto simply nodded his head, shifting his body closer to you.

“Y/n… I know you… you aren’t this rash person. You wouldn’t come to this decision on a whim. I thought you and Izuku were okay?”

Taking a deep breath, you spoke, “I thought we were okay too… Shoto I… he…”

Your body shuddered and shook as sobs flew out of your mouth. As tears fell, you covered your face and turned away from Shoto, hunching over yourself. That’s when you feel hands, one warm and the other cold, pull at you, grabbing at your waist before pulling you into a warm body. Shoto’s comforting hands and his placing you on the fireside of his body allowed him to let it all out once again. He didn’t say a word, only letting out soft shushes in your ear as you continued to cry.

You could hear nothing else other than the air conditioning and your cries echo throughout your room. It felt like an eternity before you slowly started to quiet down. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pushed yourself out of Shoto’s hold before getting up to get a water bottle. Shoto, his eyes still shining with concern, said nothing as you twisted the cap open and drank half the bottle.

As the pudding of your head slowly went away, you placed the bottle on the desk before sitting back on the bed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cry my eyes out all over you,” you apologized, grabbing one of the pillows to hold closer to your body.

Shoto shook his head, waving off your concerns, “it’s okay, it’s black anyways.”

You just nodded your head and looked away.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? Why are you and Izuku getting a divorce?”

You took a deep breath, your mind racing with everything you’ve been through… the day you met Izuku, the day you asked him out for the first time, the day he asked to be your girlfriend, the day he proposed… the day you two got married… everything.

“Izuku… he cheated on me…”

It was silent after that, the buzz of the air conditioning and the beeps of the cars below the two of you filling the tense air.

“He… he what?”

You bit your bottom lip as you spoke again, “he cheated on me, with Mellissa, you remember her right? Melissa Shield? All Might’s “niece”?”

Shoto nodded his head, shifting his body to face forward as he leaned forward, using his hands to steady himself. He lifted his head to the ceiling as he fully processed your words.

“Oh… oh wow… I never thought that he would do that.”

You scoffed, flopping back into the bed, “well me neither, and yet… here we are.”

You started to laugh, laugh at this situation, laugh at here you are now. God, everything was so fucked, wasn’t it? Feeling the bed shift, you could feel Shoto lay down on the bed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you before pulling you into him once again, this time leaving you on his right side so you could cool down. The feeling left sighing, leaning into his touch even more.

“Izuku is an absolute idiot, and I’m glad that you’re leaving him at the first sight of disrespect.”

Coming from Todoroki and his background, those meant a lot to you. You smiled before lifting your head to look at him.

“Thanks, Shoto, that means a lot.”

He smiled, before slowly removing his hands from your waist.

“I should let you sleep, I just wanted to come to check up on you.” He bent over to grab at his umbrella before turning around to grab his raincoat.

Sniffling, you nodded your head, wiping away your tears before getting up to see him off, “thanks for coming to check up on me… even though the way you found me was a little creepy.”

—-

You officially divorced three months after that day, Izuku tried to hold out as long as he could but soon enough even the number one hero couldn't hold out that long. The number of times you had to tell him you weren't going to come back to him was astounding, his stubbornness knew no bounds. You allowed Izuku to keep the house and he was to pay you a hefty amount of alimony along with the money he was to pay you for spousal distress.

When news came out that the number one hero and his wife would be divorcing, the media went into a frenzy. Even bigger than the one about your wedding. You had to rely on your family to help you out until the news and paparazzi left you alone. It was even worse on Deku, being the top hero and not even able to save his marriage? Talk about a blow to his reputation, it almost cost him the #1 spot. If it wasn't for the Incident at the Kasona Mall, where a villain decided to blow up a mall, where he saved over 50 people in one swoop, Bakugo would have finally been able to claim that #1 spot.

Speaking of pro-heroes.

H/n is back on the scene! Officially signing with The Todoroki Agency!!

You were a pro-hero again, stepping back into the spotlight after over six years. After not much deliberation, and encouragement from friends alike, you decided to come out of retirement once more. You had to retake the licensing process and test of course, but you passed with ease. Being a hero was almost like riding a bike, it was ingrained within you. After The Hero Commission reinstated you, you got so many offers. From Fatgum to LeMillion, and Gang Orca. However, you already promised a certain person that you would join up with him.

“You sure you want me Shoto?” You were sitting in his penthouse, visiting him after he got hurt in the Incident at Kasona mall.

The two of you had gotten closer ever since that day he found you in your hotel room. He helped you get back on your feet, helped you pick out a new house to live in, (since you left the house to Izuku), and helped you study to retake the test. He nodded, shifting his position on his couch. The movement however, caused him to wince as he had to move his arm, which slung into a cast. You immediately got up and helped him move into a more comfortable position without straining himself. He thanked you for the help as you sat back down, grabbing your glass of wine.

“Yeah, you were an amazing hero when you were active years ago. I know this is a decision I’ll lose no sleep over.”

You chuckled, sipping on the wine he put out for the two of you. He smiled softly at you, his intense stare causing your body to heat up slightly, or that could be from the alcohol, you honestly didn't know. You licked your lips, shifting your legs to help lessen that heated throb between your thighs.

“Alright, I guess I’m joining your agency.”

You grew out of your old outfit, so with the help of Hatsume and other designers, you got a whole new outfit. Instead of the original leotard/bodysuit you had when you were younger, along with the thigh boots, it all connected into all one large jumpsuit. It was black with purple accents adorning all across the outfit along with a brand new cape. You turned around, summoning clouds to lift you as you twirled around. Hatsume, the designer who made your new hero costume, Hokkaido, and Mina, who you also told about the true reason you and Izuku got divorced, all smiled as you felt out your new outfit.

“Well?” Mina asked, smiling as you landed on your feet.

You turned around, trailing your hands down your body, feeling the aft fabric and metal accents clash together on your body before smiling at yourself in the mirror.

“I love it.”

Your office was on the same floor as Shoto’s, him constantly relying on your knowledge and wisdom on other matters. The two of you were the leaders in the recent missions the two of you had taken together. This whole process was a lot like riding a bike, coming back easily. You had missed this, you had missed this so much, and you could tell the world and missed you too.

The media accepted your return with open arms, jumping right back to the top 20s. You were a very powerful hero after all.

After three months of coming back, making it six months since your divorce, your parents decided to throw a party for you. To celebrate you coming back, and ranking high on the Billboard Chart in so little time. You tried to get yourself out of it but they took no excuses. So you decided to make the most of it, you felt like a whole new woman. Placing your braids in a bun, you wore a strapless black velvet dress with matching long-sleeved gloves. You slipped on some ankle-strap, black stilettos, and pearl jewelry set to complete the look. The party was small but it was filled with life, all of your old classmates and even your old co-workers from your old agency even came. Mina, Jirou, Tsu, and even Yaomomo, as busy as she is, came. Kirishima even got Bakugou to come. Everyone was so excited to see you come out of retirement and take to the streets again. Some did try to pry into your broken relationship with Izuku, but you just ignored them and told them to enjoy themselves at the party.

“Y/n.”

You turned around to see Shoto standing there with two champagne flutes in his hands. You smiled and walked up to him, hands extended out for a hug. He wrapped his arms around the best he could with the two drinks in his hands. You giggled at his struggle as he tried to step back without spilling the drinks.

“I see your hands are full, Boss.” You winked as you took one of the flutes of champagne out of his hands.

He just chuckled as you guys cheered, clinking your glasses together before taking a sip. As the sweet liquid hit your tongue, your eyes trailed down his body at the suit he was wearing. All black suit with the jacket, with a white dress shirt, red tie and tailored to perfection. You licked your lips as he breathed in, seeing his chest press up against the white fabric. Clearing your throat, you pulled your eyes away from his chest as you looked up at him finishing his drink. You smiled at him and he returned it as he placed the glasses on an empty table.

“You seem so much happier.” You heard Shoto comment behind you.

You turned to face him and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

Shoto walked up to you, the proximity between you two making your heart pound this a little faster. He leaned down, using his right hand to make you look in his eyes.

“When you first announced your retirement, and when I saw you after that… I do not doubt that you were happy but…” he trailed, his grip on your chin tightening slightly.

“But… but what?” You let out a whisper, feeling his thumb softly move against your skin.

“There was still this sadness in your eyes, that I could never pinpoint but now… I can’t see it at all.” He let go of you after that, taking a couple of steps back.

You took another deep breath, pressing a hand against your chest to feel your beating heart.

Smiling at Shoto, “thank you, that means a lot.”

The two of you continued to drink together, whether it be champagne or something stronger. The more the drinks came around you two, the two of you drank, and the more you two drank, the more handsy the two of you got. Shoto’s arms never left your waist and would find themselves trailing lower and lower down your body. You would find ways and excuses to slowly caress his face or his chest. The two of you would just get closer and closer. Luckily, most everyone around was drunk so even if they did notice, it was unlikely that they would notice. Soon enough, people began to leave, wishing you the best of luck and congratulations.

Then it was just the two of you. Shoto, despite being as drunk as you are, helped carry you to your bed upstairs. As he laid you in the bed, you reached out to him, pulling him down onto you and your bed. You giggled as he flopped on his back, allowing you to quickly straddle him.

“Y/n,” he giggled, he was more emotional, happy drunk, “Y/n why are you doing?”

You smiled, licking and biting at your lips as your hands trailed down his body. Feeling at his chest, before trailing down his abs, your hands and fingers going ever ripple and ridge on his body before landing right in the top of his pelvic area, feeling his hard-on poke out through his slacks. You hissed slowly as you began to rock into him, your dress riding up with every movement you made. Your movements caused him to whisper curses under his breath, his hips buck as he grabbed onto your waist tightly. You gripped at his shoulders as he guided you up and down his waist, his touch leaving your skin electrified, the opposite temperatures causing trembles throughout your body. You then leaned down to plant light kisses against his neck

“You’re so fucking handsome,” you whispered against his skin, your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his dress shirt.

He just smirked before flipping you on your back, using his knee to spread your legs.

——

It was a week after the party and you had just gotten back from your shift of patrol. It was early in the morning, say almost 4 am, and you were ready to go home and get some sleep. Saying goodbye to your sidekick, you walked towards your office to get some final papers before going home. As you opened the door, you could feel dull light entering your vision. So you turned and followed where it was coming from only to find yourself right outside of Shoto’s door. That’s where you could hear the argument.

“Izuku I—”

“NO— I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU, YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH MY EX-WIFE!”

“I think you’re the last person to be concerned about what she does now!”

“You’re one of my closest friends, I’ve known you the longest! And you just stab me in the back like this!?”

“I think that you should leave Izuku before I make you. What Y/n and I have, it’s none of your business.”

You could hear a slam, and hear something break before hearing heavy stomps echo throughout the room. You hoped it didn’t come to them full-on fighting, you knew Shoto could handle himself against, however, when Izuku was mad, Lord did he get mad. You hope you won't have to face him again, after all this time.

“I don’t want to hear a word you have to say!! I should have known, you’ve ALWAYS been chasing after her! Since our time at U.A!

You tilted your head at that, confused at what he meant. Shoto has been chasing after you since high school? You thought that Shoto always had a thing for Yaomomo, despite her and Jirou getting engaged recently. It was because of that, you believed Shoto had shifted his focus onto you…

“So what? I thought I left her in good hands, out of all my friends, you were the ONLY one that I thought could give her a good life. I thought you could love her and only be with her! Now I see that I couldn’t even trust you with that! So you don’t get to decide how she spends her time and who she spends it with! Not after what you did to her!”

It went quiet after that, but you could still see the heavy breathing out of both of them. You bit your lip, heart pounding as you grasped at the wall, staring to hear to see if they speak under their breath.

“What… what are you talking about?”

“She told me… she told me what you did... How you cheated on her with Melissa. Don’t give me that look, I’m not gonna tell anyone. She asked me not to, it’ll do no one any good if it got all. They’ll just hound her for months for this.”

You could feel your body begin to rock back and forth, you could feel the tension rising all the way from the place where you would stand.

“So I say again, you have no right to have any say about what she does in her own time. Even when she was married to you, she was never yours! She’s her own woman, and after being suffocated by you, she deserves to do whatever she wants. I’ll be here, no matter what, and I’ll stick by her because that’s what people who truly love someone do!”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, you could feel tears swell in your waterline. Taking a deep breath, you stood up slowly, brushing off any dirt or dust collected on your lap before walking towards the door. You gave a knock on the door, before slowly turning the doorknob to reveal a trashed office. Plants turning upside down, smaller tables flipped around, and books spread all across the floor. Your eyes then landed on the two of them, standing behind the bigger office desk. Izuku was holding Shoto by his shirt, and the two of them had intense looks on their faces. You took another deep breath, seeing the way Izuku looks after so long. He grew out his beard, despite him hating it so much. His already scruffy, curly hair grew even more unruly. His eyes turned towards you, the shock after seeing you so long causing him to lose his grip on Shoto.

“Y/n…”

You closed your eyes and rolled your neck before closing the door behind you.

“Shoto is correct, what I do with my time is absolutely none of your business Izuku. We’re done, we’ve been done for six months. If I’m going, to be honest, we’ve been done for a year… since you had an affair with Melissa for six months as well,” you stated, slowly walking up towards the two of them.

“So what I do with him, what I do with anyone… is no longer your business. Now get out!”

Izuku stood there, shocked at your words, slowly turning his body to face you.

“Y/n I…” You made a motion with your hands, quieting him.

“Izuku Midoriya, get out now!”

He jumped back, before turning back to Shoto, giving him one last glare before walking past you towards the door. You kept your back towards him, and the door as well, as he opened it before walking out, shutting it behind him. With that, you then turned to the last man standing in the room. You gave him a soft smile, slowly shaking your head as you amble across to him. You placed your hands on his biceps as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He smiled down at you, before leaning in for a soft kiss. You chuckled and smiled into the kiss, tightening your grip on his arms. You could feel the grip you had on you tighten with every second of the kiss. Once you let go, you slowly reached up to caress the side of his face with the scar with your hand.

“You look stressed… is it because of your day? Or because of the walking trash that just walked out?”

He chuckled softly at your words, shaking his head. You smiled as you walked towards his desk, moving some of the papers off before sitting on top of his desk. Shoto gave you an up and down glance, before walking towards you and standing in between your legs.

“So… why was Izuku here?” You asked him, rubbing at his shoulders and arms.

Shoto took a deep breath before leaning forward and laying his head on top of your shoulders.

“He came up here, accusing me of different things. I never found out he found out that the two of us were seeing each other… I was more focused on other things…”

Izuku was always so stubborn, that could be a good or bad thing depending on who side you were on. You sighed, nodding your head as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Let’s go to your place? I’m really tired and I honestly just want to get as much sleep as I can.”

You could feel Shoto smile into your shoulder, before nodding. You were about to push him off of you, so you could both get what you need and walk out together, a sudden force whooshed you off your feet, arms grabbing at you and carrying you in a bridal position.

“Shoto!” You squealed, holding on to his shoulders.

He just softly chuckled once more, as he carried you out of the office, nothing but smiles on the two of you’s faces.

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the-weirdos-mind · 3 years

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League of Villains X Teen! Reader: You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid

Songfic of the song with the same name by The Offspring. Here’s the reader’s quirk:

Quirk- Manipulation

Type- Emitter

How it works- Similar to Aizawa’s and Nighteye’s quirks you have to look someone in the eye to get them under control. They’re unaware that you’re controlling them but still aware of their senses. When you have someone under control you can do whatever you want with them until you either look away from that person (it doesn’t always have to be eye contact), blink, or release them. Whenever someone is under your spell, it’s like being trapped in a room with one-way glass. They are aware of what’s going on but, can’t get help.

Drawbacks- If you use the power for more than an hour you’ll get a headache. If you push yourself you’ll get a migraine. You can choose when to activate it and for how long but the time still adds to an hour no matter how many times you activate it in the day.

Trigger warnings: Blood and use of violence, if I’m missing anything then let me know so I can correct it

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Show me how to lie You're getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that's hard to teach

You followed Giran down the hallway to an unknown place. You had the hood of you (F/C) on to hide your (H/L) (H/C) hair with your eyes on the ground. You watched as foot after foot in (F/C) shoes put pressure on the dirty ground. You mentally sighed as you reflect your life choices. You didn’t want to live this life but everyone around you saw your quirk as one thing; villainous. You got tired of the words and became what they wanted you be. You realized that heroes are worthless and they didn’t care that a young (boy/girl/person) was heading down a dark path. You glanced up to see the man opening the door. You immediately looked down and followed him in the room.

Side glancing at the room you noticed it was a bar. There was a purple cloud like man with yellow eyes in a suit and a metal brace around his neck. He was polishing a glass behind the bar. On a red stool was another man holding a glass of alcohol. He had his pinky raised away from the glass though and you silently raised an eyebrow. Is this because of his quirk or is he British? His shaggy blue hair was covering most of his face but when he turned to face the two, you saw a pale hand covering his face and his red eyes glaring at you. You glanced down at the floor. Not yet.

“You seriously brought a child?” He asked setting the glass cup down. “You do know that this is for mature adults? And (she/he/they) can’t stare at me in the eyes? How rude.” His voice was raspy and you concluded he was holding the glass like that was because of his quirk.

“Shigaraki, this is (Y/N), I brought (him/her/them) cause (he/she/they) need some training with (his/her/their) quirk.” Giran said and took a drag from his cigarette. He exhaled and a smoke cloud came in the room. “(He/She/They) is getting better at it but, (he/she/they) still needs some help.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “At least I don’t treat kids like they’re nothing.” You mumbled still bitter about Shigaraki’s comment.

“What was that?” The blue haired man asked, dangerously.

“So, you’re deaf huh? I thought an excellent leader would treat a new recruit with respect no matter the age they are.”

Another clever word Sets off an unsuspecting herd And as you get back into line A mob jumps to their feet

“Shut up.” Shigaraki muttered and scratched his neck. He was stressed about the trouble this kid was causing. Sure he and Dabi didn’t get along but he liked being in control. “(He/She/They) is mature for (his/her/their) age.” Giran said. “Maybe with (him/her/them) as leader it won’t be bad.” He added. He knew what you were doing. If you get him mad enough to get him to look at you in the eye then you can show off your quirk. You did keep your mouth shut as the man stood up and walked over to you. You looked at him in the eye and a (F/C) hue came to your (E/C) eyes. His eyes begin to fog up a little, not enough to appear blind but enough to look suspicious.

Now dance, ****er, dance Man, he never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you

Shigaraki barely saw the change of your eye color. He was so surprised to started dancing. His feet moved in a fast pace in place. “What the ****!?!” He yelled, only in his mind. Dabi started laughing again. The scarred man leaned over clutching his stomach. He’s laughing so hard he might start crying, or blood will fall from his destroyed tear ducts, if he’s not careful. After a few minutes of dancing you blinked to end the curse on him. They didn’t know that you caused it to happen. Giran smirked and patted you on the head. “What the h***?” The man asked looking around, wondering what just happened.

“That is (his/her/their) quirk at work.” He man said before the other could get angry. “With a power like (hers/his/theirs) would be useful for heist situations and causing diversions wouldn’t it?”

“What is (his/her/theirs) quirk?” The wisp man asked.

“Manipulation.” You said. “Whenever I look at someone in the eyes it activates my power. I can hold control of them for at least an hour before I get a headache. Best part is no one knows that they’re under my grasp.” You said.

“I’ll admit that I’m impressed.” Shigaraki said. “Welcome I guess.”

Giran smiled. “You won’t be disappointed.”

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And now you steal away Take him out today

After a few weeks of joining the League you’re on your first solo mission. Before this one you were mainly paired with a blonde haired girl named Toga. She was pretty nice when she wasn’t obsessing over blood or trying to stab you. Other times you were paired with a man named Twice. He would say two different things and it would give you mixed feelings about a job well done.

You walked through the area of the city to a hero agency. Your job is to find maps of the inside and steal them. Shigaraki didn’t care if they were on paper or not all he cared about was getting them, It’s pretty simple to do but considering this is you, you had a knife and a handheld gun just in case if things went south. So far it was going well. You got a security guard under control and using him you were able to get a computer with the building’s layout on it. Pulling out a flash drive that Compress had given you, you stuck it in the computer and start downloading. Unfortunately, you looked away from the guard and he glared at you.

“I don’t know your plan here kid, but it’s best if you leave now.” He said. He did try to alert someone but it was useless, he was trapped in his mind until you looked away. You looked at him and put your hand in your pocket with the knife.

“I don’t think so.” You said. Before he could call for backup you pulled the knife out and threw it at his chest. He gasped at the impact of the knife and slumped to the floor. Blood was falling from the wound fast, staining his shirt and forming a puddle. Thankfully there was a ding as the data had finished uploading to the flash drive. You walked over to the computer and pulled it out. You smirked as you pocketed it and pulled the knife out from the guard. You left the building leaving behind a guard slowly bleeding to death.

Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid

You walked back into the hideout and put the flash drive on the bar next to Shigaraki. He nodded at you when he saw it. “Good job. A win for us.” He said and carefully pocketed the piece of tech.

“And in an hour too.” Spinner said.

“That’s really impressive!” Twice said. “It’s not that impressive.”

You feel a hand clamp on your head and ruffle your hair. “Not bad, kid.” Dabi said. He could tell you’re gonna go far in the villain industry.

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With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

You had gotten in the school with one of the best lies you have, your parents went there. It wasn’t U.A. but it’s also training people for the hero industry. The plan was to get the best marks in the school and transfer to U.A. as the highest in your class. Giran came into play for making fake documents that pass off as real.

The one on one fight that took place with some kid you didn’t even bother to know was annoying. His quirk was something water related and you almost drowned a couple of times. You finally looked at him in the eye and ordered him to stop. You ran up to him and punched his face, in the between the eyes a couple of times. The first one stun him while the other knocked him out.

When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

You panted and wiped the sweat away from your forehead. You walked away from the ring where the training took place and looked at everyone else. They looked away from you in fear and parted like a body of water. You swore you saw someone running for their life. You smirked to yourself and took your seat on the bleachers. Pride danced in your eyes like lightning.

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Slowly out of line And drifting closer in your sights So play it out I'm wide awake It's a scene about me

The first thing the infamous Class 1-A noticed about you is how secretive you were. You shared nothing about yourself other than your name and quirk. They noticed that you did some… shady things to put it mildly. Some noticed you snuck out of the dorms at night. Idia, Miydoriya, Bakugo and Todoroki had followed you to an alleyway and heard you talking to some shadowy figure there. Both spoke in soft whispers that they couldn’t tell who you were talking to and whether or not they were male or female. Other than that occurrence, they didn’t get anything else.

About a week later, the League attacked UA. You had managed to get them in through your student ID and gave them full access to the school, by a really good copy of the little plastic card. Five minutes prior to the attack, you had excused yourself from math, who needs it anyways, and went to the bathroom. While the lockdown was going on, you met with Toga in the halls. The plan was to get to All Might and kill him, the typical plan made by the man child of a leader you have. You both heard footsteps running towards you and saw it was the class president, Iida. “(L/N), get away from her!” He yelled, doing his hand chop thing. You smirked and took out the dagger the blonde handed you. “No, I don’t think I will.” You responded. Time to shine.

There's something in your way And now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want, Well, it's all because of me

He stood there, shell shocked at the sight before him. His classmate was a villain? You couldn’t use your quirk yet, anyways. You decided to let the scene play out. You let a dark chuckle seeing his face. “All my life I’ve been told that I was best suited for a villain. You know, you could’ve used the time you knew me to get to know me but, everyone treated me the same as before! It’s too bad that things had to end like this. Wait, no it’s not that bad. You and your class are gonna pay!” You yelled. You lunged at him and he dodged as he snapped out of his shocked state.

“(Y/N), it doesn’t have to be this way!” He said and continued to dodge the blade. He was still surprised and didn’t attempt to fight back because he couldn’t believe the suspicions about you were true. You growled in frustration. “It’s too late for me anyways. You can’t turn me to the light.” You said and looked at him in the eyes and yours started glowing (F/C). He almost let out a gasp but it didn’t leave his body as his eyes fogged up a little.

Now dance, ****er, dance, man, I never had a chance And no one even knew, it was really only you And now you'll lead the way

You smiled as the class representative had fallen for your trick. “Now, we’re going back to the class, and you’re going to act like everything is alright.” You ordered.

He nodded. “Yes, (Sir/Ma’am/Other).” He said, voice coming out robotically. He set off to find his class and you followed him, due to your power. The irony of the situation was almost amusing to you. Almost. The head of the class, now a puppet. A puppet that can dance to whatever twisted moves that you have set for it.

Show the light of day Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid Trust deceived

You followed him down the twisting paths of the hallways to the rest of the class. Your gaze fixed on the back of his head. You knew Toga was going to inform everyone else that everything was according to plan. Finally, the two of you reached the hiding area where everyone else was. “Thank goodness you found, (him/her/them!)” You heard Izuku said. Then he noticed that something was off about his classmates. You were refusing to look at anybody else than the boy in front of you and Iida’s looked dazed. Like he was… under someone’s control.

The greenette’s eyes widened. His classmate was… no. He had his suspicions but the truth is hard to handle. Before he could say anything, Iida gave him a swift kick in the face.

With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

They stood there in surprise and shock. A blanket of fear had covered them, making them stand there like statues. The only sounds were the groans of Miydoriya and the thud of his body hitting the ground. “I-Iida.” Ochaco stuttered in fear. No one had expected the class president to attack their classmate outside of training. The blue haired boy then hit the nearest person, Mineta, giving him a punch to the cheek. No one really reacted to that. In all honesty, the grape had it coming.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

While they were distracted, you used the opportunity to leave. It didn’t matter if Iida was going to spill the secret you kept from them. That s*** was already out. You smirked to yourself knowing which side of the street you belong in.

Now dance, ****er, dance, he never had a chance And no one even knew, it was really only you So dance, ****er, dance, I never had a chance It was really only you

The mission went out as planned. It was only a ploy to strike fear in the hearts of citizens. After all, an attack with no causalities is far worse with ones that do. You now sat at the bar, a bottle of water in your hand. You may be a criminal but the age of drinking consent is something that you can’t argue with. No matter how hard you tried. The news was on talking about the event. Everyone was able to get away without anyone being caught. Call it luck or whatever but, you’re thankful that they did. The anchorwoman was talking about how a student was involved with the League and helped out. A picture of your face appeared on the screen and you smirked. It wasn’t a school photo but a mugshot from a previous capture. One you managed to get away from. No one even suspected you, or so you think, but regardless it’s wonderful to see.

With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

You couldn’t help but chuckled remembering the looks on each of their faces. What they thought was a classmate was really playing a part. A perfect disguise if you asked yourself. You have the innocent looking (boy/girl/person) appearance and if anyone who didn’t know you found out about your job. It would’ve made you laugh as not everything is as it seems.

Your fists tingled as they remembered the feeling of their face contacting your skin. You placed the hand that held the plastic bottle on top of the other’s knuckles. The feeling is something you’re going to remember for a long time.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

A pair of footsteps came walking in and you dropped your hands to your lap. You see Shigaraki walking into the bar holding a folder, with a finger away from it as always. You know it could only mean one thing. “Another mission?” You asked, voicing your thoughts. The boss nodded and handed it to you.

“Go over it and be ready for when the time comes. You did good on your last mission, keep up the good work. You’re a valuable character.” He said before walking away. You weren’t sure if the last sentence was a praise or another video game term but regardless you nodded.

“Will do.” You said and opened it up, wondering what will be to cause more fear in the people. And more pride in yourself. Each success makes you happy.

Clever alibis, Lord of the Flies Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

You almost busted out laughing seeing which role you were supposed to play. An innocent citizen who loves all the hero crap. You won’t be alone this time, having Toga to accompany you on this one. You felt excited for the mission. It would mean more people will realize what idiots heroes truly are. The truth will knock them down from the clouds.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

But right now, it’s time for a nap. The last mission tired you out. You took the folder with you and walked to your room. All that matters right now is a bed, a blanket, and wonderful dreams of a world where people run in fear from you.

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blackkatmagic · 3 years

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I’m gonna go with blyadin cause. Como se Dias. Boy’s fucking sexy

“Only two?” the dealer squawks, feathers bristling.

“You’re only paying me enough to move two,” Din counters, even. “Pay me more and I move the rest.”

“They're a set. You can't take a fifth of the set and say it’s enough!” She makes to follow her loaders, pushing up the ramp, but Din sets his feet and simply doesn’t move, and after a moment she subsides, still scowling. “I'm not going to pay as much for you to transport carbonite blocks as I would for you to transport people! I've given you plenty of credits—”

“There are people in those blocks of carbonite,” Din says, and he’s already wary enough of taking this job, even without the glimpse he got of faces in the carbonite. Everything says the dealer’s just an art dealer, though, even if she’s got a few too many ties to the Empire for Din’s personal comfort. “I'm charging you people rates. If you want to hire someone else, I’ll offload your cargo now.”

The dealer hisses, a sharp bird-like noise, and her feathers ripple, rise, flatten. “No,” she says curtly. “Fine. This is robbery. And they’d better get to the buyer in one piece, you understand?”

“Sure.” A flicker of motion in the corner of his eye catches Din’s attention, and he turns his head just in time to see the child, awake and alert, leaning forward in his crib to peer at the blocks of carbonite being floated into the Razor Crest’s hold. His ears flick up in interest, head tilting, and he reaches out, but Din takes a deliberate step to the side, drawing his gaze. “Easy, kid.”

The child glances at him, ears dipping like Din just told him off, but he sinks back with a burble, eyes going to the dealer instead. Din looks, too, and finds her angrily entering something into her pad.

“I expect,” she says haughtily, “some kind of discount on the other eight.”

Moving cargo is boring, but it pays well. Especially this kind of moving, where the dealer depends on Din’s ship being a ghost and Din isn't all that interested in filing cargo manifests with planetary authorities. Din calculates how much time it will take to get to Mossak, get back, and—it’s not how he wants to spend the next few weeks, but it’ll pay for the rest of the repairs his ship needs.

“I can only move three at a time,” he warns, and the dealer sighs like he exists to inconvenience her personally but nods.

“I’ll transfer credits around, and have the rest when you get back. Don’t loiter, do you understand? This is one of the biggest sales of my career.”

“They’ll get there.” Din turns his head to watch the loaders descend the ramp, surreptitiously checks that the systems are all still online, and turns. The child reaches out for him, and he lets the kid take his finger, tugging on the heavy material of his gloves with clear amusement. It keeps the kid occupied all the way up into the ship, right up to the moment Din lifts him from his crib to put him in his seat. Then, quick, the kid’s attention slides away, back towards the closed door leading to the hold where Din usually stores his frozen bounties. He reaches out, cooing, but Din straps him in and doesn’t react when some of the blankets in the crib move on their own, shifting restlessly.

“Not right now,” he says. “We’ll check it out once we’re in the air.”

The child makes a sad noise, but he doesn’t resist, and Din gives one last check of the area and then slides into the pilot’s seat. Getting out of Sullust’s subterranean cities is always a pain, and he sighs a little, even as he opens a channel to air traffic and lets the computer find an open lane.

Just a job, he tells himself. Just one more job, but this one at least shouldn’t go south. He’s just moving blocks of carbonite. What’s the worst that could happen?

Next time Din turns around, the kid is gone.

There's a sudden lurch in his chest, a wash of alarm that he can't quite help, and he curses, pushing to his feet and looking for any sign of him. All of his snacks are still on the seat, though, and his crib is empty, the harness neatly undone. Din takes three steps towards the ladder down to the main deck, then stops.

There's a coo, not from the main deck but from straight ahead, in the storage area, and Din frowns. He slides through the opening, then triggers the door, takes two steps in, and stops.

The child is sitting on the floor, staring up at one of the two carbonite blocks where it’s set against the wall. Din didn’t get a good look at either of them, too busy trying to get a fair price from the dealer, and the sight of a Twi’lek woman caught in the metal makes him wince a little. It’s always kind of hard to tell with carbonite, but—she’s beautiful, and any kind of transport of Twi’leks has a high likelihood of being some sort of trafficking. It’s not like Din would have refused the job if he knew, but he might have been a little more careful.

“Hey, kid,” he says, crouching down. “Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

The child casts him a look that’s strangely sad, burbling something Din can't understand, and he reaches up, like he’s trying to touch the woman’s frozen form. Din hesitates, but after a second he picks the child up, settles him in his arms, and steps close. The kid presses his hand to the woman’s shoulder, right over her heart, and coos quietly.

“They’ve gotta stay like that,” Din says. “That’s the job, kid.” He glances over, checking the other block, but the kid doesn’t seem interested in it. That one’s a man, Human or something close to it, with his expression twisted in a snarl and his body contorted, like he was fighting when they froze him. In contrast, the woman looks peaceful, limbs perfectly arranged. Unconscious when she went in, Din thinks, and lets his eyes rest on the spot where the child’s hand is pressed.

There's a scar there, probably from a blaster bolt, and Din frowns, looks her over more closely. She’s muscular, lean, but scattered with scars, and there's something cylindrical on her belt, though Din can't identify it as a weapon on sight. Not someone’s favorite dancer they're trying to keep forever, but—something different. Din looks at her still, beautiful face, something in his chest twisting, and then takes a deliberate step back.

“Come on, kid,” he says. “Time to eat.”

The kid doesn’t react with nearly as much interest as he normally would. He hardly reacts at all, actually, and as Din turns to leave the storage area, the kid leans over his shoulder, still reaching for the woman like he can't bear to lose sight of her.

#so much light beneath the moon #my writing #blyladin #din djarin #grogu #aayla secura #commander bly #star war

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KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff) angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

words : ~4k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

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next update: Some day between 5-7 June.

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