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lock it up // no pressure
#no pressure#lock it up#parker cannon#bands#music#lyrics#uploads#black and white#tssf#the stoy so far
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queuing a LOT of fallout show posts so be careful of spoilers with my next couple of posts and stuff!!! gonna schedule them all to post as early as noon est time on Thursday!!!!! so heads up guys I don't wanna spoil anything!
#stoy hablando#fallout#fallout tv show#fallout tv series#I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND NEEEED TO YAP OH MY GOD SO FAR IM ON EP 4#I HAVE TO BE UP AT SEVEN AM LATER BUT I DONT CARE IM SO GIDDY#AND I CANT WAIT TO WATCH IT W A FRIEND LATER ON TOO AAAAQAA
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wrong paper
DannyMay2023 Day 19: No Backspace Challenge
title: wrong paper
words: 665
Summary: Mr. Lancer gets an assignment from Danny that is not right.
DISCLAIMER: This is no backspace, no spell check, no auto capitalization, and no punctuation shortcuts. I'll probably provide a better copy later on because ya girl can't fucking spell. Or type. Or write. Some of the crossouts are my fuck ups. Some are for flavor. ...to hide all my fuck ups.
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Mr. Lancer streched tiredly, blinking sleep from his eyes as he pulled the next essay towards him. Not for the first time, he considered asking Ishiyama to allow him to o go over basic penmanship in class, how could absolutely none of these children write legibily? At least they were workingon a creative writing course so the papers were varied and interesting for once.
Eve i Or at least… some of them were. Thus far, Dash had written about a football star with superpowers, Paulina about marrying a superhero, Mickey wishing he was a superhero…
living in a town with an actual superhero probably influenced some of these papers, if Lncer had to take a stab in the dark.
The next paper he pulled ou was one with a lot of smurdged and crossed out text, no name a t the ti top. The hanwriting was familiar, at least. Mr. Fenton certainly had a… unique version of chicken scratch.
Lancer frowned at the paper as he began to read it. this… didn’t look like the ‘Write A Story’ assignment he’d assigned.
The sear words indicated as much, vulgar languageLancer had never heard Fenton use.
Man, I am so fuckingover this shit. Mr. Popular Asshat shoved me into a locker FOUR times today. I’m so ecsawus exhaush exhausted. I’ve shoved at least 15 ghosts back into the Zoe at Zone this week. It’s Wednesday. Wednesday!!! Skulker has come for my pelt four times alone.
Oh I forgot the date - it’s Jan 23 26 2005.
honestly I should be working on my stupid paper for English class for Lancer. But what stoy could story can I possiblytell that isn’t less ridiculous than my actual life? or whatever the phrase is. My life is everal way too wild, more than anything I could imagine up.
Like… I’m a half dead teenager. I’ve been dead for nearly a year and no one’s noticed. I fight for my life everyday. I’m a superhero with a secret iedentity and best freind/sidekicks - though if I eevr called them sidekicks to their faces again I’m getting side-kicked in the face. I’ve even got extra bonus points! My parents want to dissect me, I’m failing school. Hell, I’ve even got an evil alternate timeline version of myself that caused the fucking end of the world.
The TV shows make it look so easy. so do th e comics. I’m so tired. I’m only 14, I’m not supposed to be atri sk atrisk at risk of getting murdered daily. Well, not this high of a risk. I don’t want to live like this. But if I stop fgihting, trying, I’ll be dead within a week.
It isn’t fair. Life isn’t fair and neither is death.
Still, might be a cool story idea.
A teenage slacker who gets electrocuted by his parents invention, dies, and get brought back halfway. Turns into a ghost and saves people while his human life seems to wither and die around him. Is constantly hunted and villified when he just wants to help.
Yeah. My life as Phantom would make a hell of a story, wouldn’t it?
Lancer stared at the paper in confusion. It certainly sounded like a wonderful fictttitious story… but somhow it didn’t seem like fiction. It seemed more like a journl entry.
Lancer turned to his computer, pulling up the local news website. It wasn’t hard to find an article about Phantom, he was in the top three stories.
PHANTOM SAVES 13 FROM OFFICE FIRE
Lancer studde studied the article, blowing up the picture of Phantom’s dace. Of Danny Phantom’s face. He opened up another screen, pulling up the student files (complete with pictures). He pulled up D. Fenton’s file, several alerts coming up about truancy, tardis, tardies, absences, missed assignments n fa and failing grades. Lancer enlarged the human boy’s photo and sat it side by side wth the one of Phantom.
Change the coloration… and these two were identical.
Oh no.
Ohno.
Oh no.
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hl really is so boring. like it was fun in the moment when reading the novel for the first time but then there’s a post-novel clarity where its like huh the relationship is actually so shallow. idk how ppl can compare hl and wx and think hl is better (even tho novel wx has major issues too). but comparing it to cql wx? its not even a competition, cql wx wins by far 💀
for REAL. hualian's big strength is that they have fabulous chemistry. every scene with them together is genuinely really fun and silly and I can tell very easily how much they care about each other, which is why despite my griping I actually do enjoy a lot of the romance scenes in the book. but if you're looking for something deeper, or even something real....it's just not there. it's all fantasy and idealization and hyper-devotion to the point where you have literally nothing else in your life that you care about or think makes life worth living. hc giving xl his ashes and saying essentially 'if you die, there's no point to me living' is actually really sad. xl inspired a traumatized child to live and then instead of actually living his life that child just devoted himself to xl utterly...it's just a self-fulfilling loop. hc never found anything else that he cared about or loved or was passionate about to really live for. he died for xl MULTIPLE times and he never appreciated his existence beyond xl's presence, which is honestly one of the most depressing endings a traumatized child can have
also you're so right when you say it's shallow. hc like 'gege is absolutely perfect and beyond reproach' and xl is like 'hc is so funny and we get along so well' and sure you have the dramatic "I saved your life/I'll kill for you' backstory but that didn't make it more interesting, it's just made it more dramatic. their principles, their morals, their life experiences, their perspectives and goals and respective places in life - it's not that those things are incompatible in the relationship, they're just irrelevant to the relationship. so like...what does any of this matter besides 'well they're happy now!' I personally like when characters care about each other for actual reasons that tie into the themes of the stoy
and yeah, despite its issues novel wx was extremely compelling and their dynamic for the most part made sense bc they complemented each other rly well and there were such good romantic scenes in the book i shan't lie. and like if two characters have never actually had to deal with genuine issues in their relationship because they just accept the other as perfect the way they are, its a very fragile and unstable dynamic because they have no idea how to resolve conflict or come to terms with being angry at each other. yet another reason wangxian is so much more stable and rewarding than hualian. they know what it's like to truly be opposed to each other, disagree with each other, hurt each other, and they found a resolution to that. not that they're perfect but in comparison, they've put in the work
and comparing hl to cql wx is really funny to me actually. real hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby situation in terms of like...themes...knowing each other...growing as people together...living meaningful lives...yeah idk how mdzs/cql fans moved on the tgcf and got into the romance because it's so much more simplistic and, imo, unappealing
ty for the ask!
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Remember in episode 47, when Duo is looking for Heero and Relena, and walks into a room where it looks like two people are having sex. He's shocked at what he found but it turns out the reason he is shocked is not that he walked in on Heero and Relena but because he found the scientists, case solved right?
Well, this is official art for episode 47.
This artwork is from the "Gundam Wing Encyclopedia" which is also where "Chronicle of the After Colony Era" comes from, so it's very official. It has a summary of every episode and an official art piece to reflect what happens. This is the artwork for Episode 47.
There's a scene afterwards where Heero is redressing and it's even framed in a way that makes it seem they're both putting clothes back on. It turns out they're changing into astro suits but the way it's done right after the "Duo walking in on them jumpscare" makes it imply something really did happen, or at least the writers want us to think something did. Even if it wasn't what Duo walked in on, there was something going on elsewhere on Libra.
Duo and Quatre even joke before this episode, that there's no point going with Heero to rescue Relena because "they'd only get in the way".
The lyrics to Just Communication even have the theme of spending the night together in a true moment of peace amongst the chaos of war.
The song literally describes the picture above with them "gazing painfully, intensely"
"Rythym Emotion", the second opening song, also has "Lithely accepting the moment with my bare skin, I want to find more gentleness".
"White Reflection" is the theme song for the "Endless Waltz" OVAs, but still has the subject matter.
Hikaru Midorikawa (voice of Heero) even did a cover of this song 💖.
There's also a scene in the Preventers 5 radio drama where the other pilots are asking Heero just how far he's gotten with Relena to which Heero uses spy vs spy tactics to avoid the question, even getting flustered when asked XD. It's crack and definitely not a real scenario for the boys lol but it's still considered canon character interpretations as it was written by the anime writers, includes the voice actors and is included in the Japanese Blu-ray Collection.
So, I'm not saying something definately happened between Heero and Relena in episode 47, but something went down and it wasn't Libra.
#the break between Duo opening the door and the next scene was the longest minute of my life lmao#gundam wing#heero yuy#relena darlian#heero x relena#hxr#official art#my post#headcanon#I shared this on discord already but I need to share it here too 💞#preventers 5 radio drama
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The Nature Trail: Part 2
Authors note: This is part 2 to this ! I Hope you like it. Its been rotting my brain for days! I am currently working on a part three!
Bakugoux f!reader
Warnings: MDNI, all characters are aged up, swearing, mentions of sex and alcohol, more dickhead!Deku, fluff, angst, reader is quirkless
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The following day you walked out of your office building expecting to see Bakugou waiting for you. Yet, to your surprise he wasn’t there. You waited a few minutes but then decided to walk alone. It was unusual that he didn’t show, but he was a pro hero and there’s no telling what could have happened.
You silently wished that he was ok and went on your walk as usual. However, the leaves didn’t seem as bright and the sky’s blue was just a bit duller than usual. Something was off and you just weren’t sure what. As you came around the bend leading over the creek you saw a familiar tuff of ash blonde hair approaching. You felt a bit of relief to see him safe.
“Hey!” You cheered at the blonde, but he just flicked his eyes towards you gruffly nodded and kept walking.
Shock fell over your face and you weren’t really sure how to react. It was like all the months before you began walking together. He treated you like just another stranger.
Bakugou felt awful giving you the cold shoulder. He felt terrible that he didn’t even wait for you, to explain why he couldn’t walk with you anymore. Not only was his heart hurt, but he didn’t feel right getting so close to someone else’s partner.
He continued on the path not looking back. He could only imagine your hurt face that watched him trail away or even worst he didn’t want to see you just walking away like it didn’t really matter if he was there or not. Neither sat well with him so he ignored both.
Once at the end of the path Bakugou entered the small town. He walked around the block to find his ‘knock around’ vehicle, a 1998 Jeep Wrangler. It was perfect to just go for drive in, but didn’t attract as much attention as his fancy sports car. Once back in the city he entered the agency. Bakugou was sidekick and rising hero to none other than the number three pro himself, Best Jeanist.
“Dynamite!” One of the front desk interns called out to him waving a stack of papers.
“What?” He snapped.
The young girl’s eyes became wide and she pulled her papers to her chest. “I Uh I’m-I’m sorry but you’re being summoned for a meeting,” She extended her arm out as far as she could so she didn’t have to get any closer to the explosive hero.
He briefly looked over the papers. “What? What kind of meeting?!” He flipped the pages a few times.
“I-uh I…” she trembled. Fortunately, for her Bakugou was already on his way to the elevator before he even noticed her response.
He found his way to the meeting room, more annoyed that he had to do a meeting instead of patrolling. He didn’t love having to do the paper work and baby kissing that came with being a hero he just wanted to be a hero.
When the double doors opened Bakugou was confused there at the long table was, Best Jeanist, The number two pro, Hawks, and the number one pro, Endeavor, and three old classmates and rising pro heroes: Shoto (Todoroki Shoto), Deku (Midoriya Izuku) ,and the Jet Black Hero (Tokoyami Fumikage).
“Nice of you to join us, Dynamite.” Best Jeanist gestured to his right for Bakugou to sit down next to him.
“Now that Dynamite has joined us let’s get down to business.” Endeavor crossed his arms and sat up straighter.
“Ah, business is so boring Endeavor. When do heroes get a break?” Hawks yawned with his feet up on the table.
“Hawks, take your feet off my mahogany table!” Best Jeanist shooed the winged hero’s feet off the table.
“Is there a reason for us all to be here?!” Bakugou snapped.
“Clearly,” Shoto deadpanned.
“Dynamite, if we were all called here then there was clearly a reason.” Tokoyami crossed his arms and stoically waited for the pro hero’s to begin the meeting.
“Kacchan, you’re really tense today, any reason?” Deku blinked at him with an innocent face. Bakugou wasn’t stupid and he knew Deku wasn’t either.
The explosive hero narrowed his eyes at the One for All wielder. “It’s been a long couple of days,” He mumbled.
“Well, now isn’t the time for you to get tired, Dynamite.” Best Jeanist rested his elbows on the table, “It looks like there’s a mission the three of us need to attend to in America.”
“When do we leave?” Bakugou was ready to jump at any chance to leave the situation he was in right now.
“Not so fast.” Endeavor raised a large palm to the young hero. “We aren’t bringing you all along.”
“Hawks? What’s the meaning of this? I’m your top sidekick!” Tokoyami questioned his mentor.
“Relax,” Hawks gave a cocky smirk and sat back further in his chair crossing his arms behind his head.
“This is a good chance for you four to be the pro heroes in our absence. Meaning you’ll take on our patrols and have side kicks of your own while we’re away,” Best Jeanist explained.
“It will probably be the last big mission the three of us will go on before you all surpass us,” Endeavor looked over at his two mentees Deku and Shoto. It was a known fact he wanted them to be some combination of the top two. Not if Bakugou had anything to say about it.
“We want you to lean on each other for help though, being on top isn’t simple, the four of you will work together here at my agency while we’re away.”
Bakugou could not feel happier and more annoyed all at the same time. He was waiting for the moment to take over as a pro hero in his own right. Best Jeanist talked constantly about him taking the agency when it was time. However, he had to work alongside three of his old classmates and one of them just aided in shattering in his heart.
“Can’t wait,” Bakugou said through gritted teeth and a clenched fist.
As the meeting dispersed Bakugou went walking down the hall in hope to beat out his new temporary partners to the front door.
“Kacchan!” Bakugou’s shoulders became tense at the sound of Deku’s voice.
Bakugou ignored him and continued walking. Yet, he should have known that he wasn’t going to get far before a large hand grabbed his shoulder.
“What do you want you nerd?!” Bakugou barked at Midoriya.
“Y/n…”
“What about her?!”
“I want you to leave her alone,” He stated plainly. There was no anger on his face or even a bit if jealousy. He said it as plain as ordering a coffee in the morning.
“What are you playing at hah?!?” Bakugou got into the hero’s face. “You never even mentioned this girl. You’ve never brought her to a hero event. There’s no pictures of the two of you in the tabloids! Then what? All the sudden she mentions me and now your engaged?!” Bakugou was unsure where he was going with this but the words just tumbled from his mouth.
“Kacchan shhh!” Midoriya took Bakugou by the collar and pulled him into a side hall to draw less attention. Bakugou hated how strong his revival was and made a mental note to increase his weights at the gym later “No one knows about her because I have to protect her. She’s, ya know, quirkless. Plus, I don’t want her around bullies like you!”
“Like me? Im not the one calling her useless!”
“As if you never said something like that to me in the past. She’s my fiancé. Stay away from her!” Midoriya warned again. Bakugou flinched. He was a horrible kid and a horrible teen, but he had changed. He wasn’t the same bully. Even if no one else knew it. He knew it and after a lot of therapy his own approval was all he needed.
“Look, I’m gonna leave her alone anyways. Not cause you’re some knight in shining armor. Because I just don’t want to see her anymore.” Those words felt like acid on his tongue.
“Good,” Midoriya nodded in triumph. Yet, there was something uncomfortable spread across his face as he turned away and left Bakugou.
The following day Bakugou took his lunch early and didn’t even see you on his walk. He wasn’t going to let Deku or some girl he didn’t even know ruin something he once found so beautiful. But it did.
He walked in again the following day. He continued to walk the path before he would see you. Though, he would scan the area hoping to see you everyday. The trail didn’t seem to hold the same vibrancy anymore. It was a sour taste in his mouth. So why did he continue to walk it?
“Bakugou!” Mrs. Walters called out to him about two weeks into his protest against seeing you anymore.
“Whatchya need, Granny?” Bakugou didn’t want to have to stop and risk seeing you, but he didn’t have much heart to tell her no either.
“Can you take these over to the girls across the road?” She held out a large tray of cookies and gestured towards the building you worked in.
“What?! Why don’t you just do it yourself?” He snapped.
“I have to watch the shop and you know those girls just work so hard they could really use a little treat! Especially coming from a strapping young man like you!” She pressed the tray against his chest.
“Why don’t you go and I’ll watch the shop!” He offered.
“Don’t be silly! Go!” She shooed him across the street. “Oh and tuck in your shirt!” She called out behind him.
He scoffed at the last remark. He entered the front of the building in hopes you didn’t work at the front desk. He could drop the cookies and run.
“Hello!” A round faced girl with blonde hair and blue eyes greeted him.
“Uh hi…the granny across the road wanted me to bring these to you.” He set the tray on her desk. She peaked at it then pulled out a small card under one of the cookies.
“Oh these have y/n’s name on them! You can take them back to her!” She smiled and pointed around the corner of the office.
“Oh uh no I don’t think I-“
“Bakugou?” You came around the corner wearing a black pencil skirt, royal blue top with billowing sleeves and your favorite ankle boots. You held a cup of coffee that almost spilled over in surprise from seeing him.
“Oh you know each other!” The girl at the front desk squealed. She eyed him up and down and then gave you a pointed look.
“Sorta…” He answered quietly. He didn’t mean for you to hear but you did anyways.
Hurt skidded across your face. Bakugou caught it but assumed you would steel yourself like Deku and offer an ingenuine smile. To his surprise you didn’t though. You stood there with hurt and realization littering your features.
“Uh the lady across the road wanted me to bring these for you.” He held out the tray again. You glanced at the tray as if it was the first time you even noticed it.
“Thanks,” You reached out with the hand that didn’t hold your coffee and expertly balanced the tray on your palm.
“Ok…well I’m going to get going,” Bakugou nodded to the girl at the desk before turning to walk out.
“Wait! Bakugou!” You called out to him. He should have just kept going but his heart kept his feet in place. “Are you going to the hero gala tonight?”
He wasn’t expecting that question. Were you going? Deku said he didn’t want anyone to know about you. Was he going to bring you in front of the whole world as his “airhead quirkless” fiancé?
He turned to you slightly just to see your face. “Yeah,” He answered simply.
A smile grew on your face. “I’ll see you there then.”
Hero galas were never Bakugou’s cup of tea. He never enjoyed having to dress up and answer all sorts of questions by paparazzi and colleagues, and he never enjoyed finding meaningless dates to accompany him.
“Ready, Katsuki?” Bakugou’s best friend, fellow rising hero, and roommate, Kirishima Eijiro popped his head into his room. Kirishima was dressed in a black suit with a red vest and red tie. His dyed red hair was pulled into a low pony tail.
“Yeah yeah I’m coming!” Bakugou straightened his black tie. He also wore a black suit only he sported black on black. The only hint of color is the orange pocket square to break it up just a tad. He ran a hand over his blonde spikes and then another over his short undercut. He knew he looked good, but in the back of his mind there was anxiety that filled him. He wasn’t sure what it would be like seeing you at this event. Maybe the magic that glued him to you was just on the trail and you didn’t hold any power over him outside of it. He reminded himself once again he barely knew you.
“The girls are here, Katsuki! Let’s go!” Kirishima bugged him once again.
“Alright alright!” Bakugou stepped out of his room and into the living room to find two very beautiful women sitting by the breakfast bar. They were both wearing gorgeous long gowns then had little specks of glitter in them. One was tall and thin and the other was short and curvy. He honestly could not remember which was his date. They were both young interns fresh out of college that worked at Best Jeanist’s agency. Often times Kirishima would set up their event dates so neither had to show up alone.
“Hi, Dynamite!” The tall and thin one stood up. She wore a black slinky dress and orange gemmed jewelry. She dressed to match him.
Right, Hana. Hana was his date.
“Ready to go, Cutie?” Kirishima extended his arm to the shorter girl as she nodded shyly.
“Alright let’s get this over with,” Bakugou complained as he took the waist of Hana and they headed out the door.
The night began as expected. As they walked in there were a slew of reporters in his face asking him questions about taking over while the top pros were in America. They asked about Hana of course who giggled and said “Things were still new.”
Clearly her media training had paid off.
Bakugou made a note to remind her this was just a one time thing.
Yet, it was fine. Everything just seemed fine. He stood by the bar nursing a beer with Hana leaning against him with her hand laying on his chest.
“Are you gonna dance tonight, Mr. Dynamite?” She flirted with him and clung to his bicep. Her hand didn’t feel the same as when you held onto his arm.
“Have you ever seen me dance, Sweetheart?” He grumbled and took another swig of his drink.
“No, but, I just thought…” Her voice trailed off as a commotion started by the enterance. More hero’s arrived and the press was ready to scramble for every bit of information they could get.
Bakugou saw a few different hero couples walk in then his anxiety came back full force. You walked in hanging off of Deku’s arm and the whole place erupted in chatter. Deku never brought a date and he never mentioned a partner so who in the world were you?
He couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t just the magic of nature, it wasn’t just the quietness of the trail, you were beautiful. You wore a dark green glittering gown that hugged your curves perfectly, it was off the shoulder and you wore an emerald gem around your neck that sat perfectly in your cleavage. He wouldn’t have expected anything less from you. You looked elegant and of course you matched with Deku.
The way the fabric hugged you made his stomach flip and something dark stir deep inside him.
He watched as the reporters swarmed the two of you.
“Deku! Who is this lovely lady?” One reporter held a mic to his face as she eyed you.
“Y/n! My fiancé!” He held your hand out to show off your engagement ring.
“You’re engaged?! We had no clue you were even involved with someone! What’s your quirk, Y/n?!” The reporter held the mic to you. Your eyes got wide maybe you weren’t anticipating that question just yet. But of course they wanted to know what type of quirk the a rising top hero’s partner possessed.
“Well, Im actually…” you started but then Deku cut you off as per usual.
“It’s a small quirk. Nothing fancy!” He brushed off the reporter and patted your hand looped around his arm.
“Oh but!” You tried to interject but Deku hushed you.
How could he be so embarrassed by you? You curled in on yourself as he shut you down as he always did. Your eyes scanned the room and then they landed on him.
Bakugou let a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. He nodded and raised his beer to you. You smiled back and gave a small wave to him.
“Wait do you know her?” Hana exclaimed.
“I’m not really sure,” He turned away from the two of you and back at the bar. He didn’t want to see you, but he kept his ears peeled for all the questions the press was asking.
“How did the two of you meet?”
“Our mothers work together.”
“How long have you been together?”
“About a year!”
“How’s Deku in bed?”
“Uh no comment.”
Bakugou was happy that you chose not to mention his old revivals endurance in the bedroom. He didn’t need that imagine too.
Once the press had its fill and you posed gracefully next to the pro hero the cocktail hour ended and dinner was to be served. Dinner was filled with speeches from the commission, legends like All Might himself and other pro heroes.
It was a slug fest to say the least. Bakugou found that his red eyes glared a hole into the side of your face as you sat between Deku and Shoto. You kept your body turned into Deku as if you were hiding you let him whisper in your ear before you spoke. It seemed like your bright and happy spirit was dampened by him as he controlled you as his own little puppet.
Once dinner was over the reception was on its way. Couples crowded the dance floor and circles of heroes and professionals formed as everyone talked about work, the upcoming new rankings, and life.
Somehow Bakugou found himself standing in a circle talking with Shoto, Tokoyami, and Deku. And of course you hung onto Deku’s arm. Bakugou draped an arm around Hana’s waist as he normally would any date he was on. Yet, he could see you staring at his hand as it floated above her hip.
Were you jealous? He couldn’t tell. However, the dark and mean part of himself hoped you were. He even tightened his grip on the girl just to see you gulp a little harder.
“So y/n…” Momo, who was Shoto’s beloved wife, turned to you in the circle. “How does it feel being at your first pro hero gala?”
“Oh uh…” Your eyes shot over to Deku waiting for him to give you permission or maybe an answer he deemed appropriate.
“C’mon, Princess, you don’t need his permission to speak!” Bakugou cut him off before he could give an answer.
The whole circle stared at him half confused as to why he was speaking up for you. Deku narrowed his eyes at the blonde, but didn’t want to make a scene in front of others.
“Go on,” Bakugou encouraged.
You took a deep breath and a weight lifted off your chest for a moment. “It’s wonderful. I never thought I would end up here. But, it’s like being in a fairytale,” you let your eyes wander the room. For the first time since you got here Bakugou saw a spark of the wonder that filled your eyes. He saw a hint of your personality that he knew. “I just love how everyone almost sparkles and the this building is so amazing. Each column is so perfect…” you began noticing the small details that just like you always did. You could feel happiness and excitement bubble up in your chest. Something you were always afraid of letting loose in front of the people Midoriya had deemed important.
“She likes to ramble! No need to over share, My Love!” Deku quieted you down once again.
The light immediately went from your eyes and you realized where you were again.
The air amongst the group became thick. It was clear that no one was comfortable with the way Deku treated you.
“Let’s get some drinks!” Tsu, who had come with Tokoyami as his date, reached her hand out to Momo and another out to you.
“C’mon, Hana!” Momo called back to the young intern as the ladies ran off to the bar.
The air that was already thick became even thicker because the tension between Bakugou and Midoriya was even more palatable.
“We should discuss future patrol plans and divide the work of the other pros while they’re away,” Shoto began to drone on about work. Yet, Bakugou could barely listen. His own mind was turning. He didn’t know what to do or say anymore. He just wanted to get a moment alone with you.
“Hana, have you been seeing Bakugou long?” You asked the tall thin blonde as you turned the straw of your cocktail before wrapping ruby red lips around it.
“No. Actually, this is the first time we’ve ever gone out. Red Riot set this up for me and my coworker over there. But, if rumors are true then I’m in for a treat tonight.” Hana leaned in closer to you, but her eyes were on the back of Bakugou’s head.
“Rumors?” You lowered your voice.
“Anyone, girl or guy, that Dynamite has taken to one of these things says he’s incredible in bed. It might not be a long term commitment, but damn, if I’m not ready to have my world rocked by him,” Hana bit her lip.
“Oh,” You squeaked and just kept slipping your drink. You were slipping it so much you I didn’t even notice you got to the end within two minutes.
“Woah! Need another one, Y/n?” Tsu looked over at your empty glass and motioned for another drink.
“Oh uh I don’t…” then an imagine of Bakugou ripping the dress from Hana fluttered across your mind. “Actually yes. Yes I really do.” You grabbed the drink and had another.
You went through three cocktails before the boys came strolling over.
Tokoyami extended a hand out to Momo. “Come on, you know the rules one dance before you get to dance with your husband.” Momo laughed and took her old friend’s hand kissing her husbands cheek as she went by.
Shoto rolled his eyes and extended a hand out to Tsu. “Shall we?”
“We shall!” Tsu ribitted and followed Shoto onto the dance floor.
This is the perfect chance for Bakugou to get you alone.
“Well if everyone is exchanging partners…” He extended his hand out to you. Your mouth dropped in surprise. Then your eyes flicked to Deku. He didn’t respond as he was too shocked. Bakugou knew he wouldn’t say no. It would have looked far too possessive and he had an imagine he was trying to maintain.
You silently took his hand and he pulled you onto the dance floor.
“I thought you didn’t dance!” Hana called out behind him.
He ignored her. He pulled you close to his chest and rested a hand on your waist. You put a hand on his shoulder and let the other rest on top of his hand. His mouth was right by your ear so he could whisper to you and no one would hear.
“What’s going on?” He questioned. “Why are you letting that Shitty Nerd tell you what to do and say?”
“I just-I don’t want to embarrass him. He’s a rising pro hero with a quirkless partner. He doesn’t want to seem weak. And I’m, ya know, an airhead.” You responded. You were thankful for the grip he hand on your waist because your cocktails were starting to creep up on you.
His hand tightened around you and he pulled you a little closer.
“I told you to stop saying that shit about yourself. You’re acting like a different person. Unless that wide eyed dreamer was just an act you were putting on for me.”
You pulled away to look at him in surprise. “What? No! Deku just doesn’t want me talking about my dreams or my thoughts or staring at those little things!”
“You mean all the best things about you?” He muttered and pulled you closer again. You felt surprise at his words.
Had you been dreaming about the man that waited for you patiently everyday? Yes. Did you love walking with your arm looped into his? Yes. Did you feel like someone finally heard you? Someone was finally listening? Yes. Yes to all of it. Bakugou made you feel like you weren’t useless like your curiosity for everything around you wasn’t weird. He made you feel different than Midoriya ever could. You didn’t believe he could ever feel the same way. Yet, now in his arms you weren’t totally convinced that he couldn’t.
You rested your head on his shoulder and took in a deep breath. “Bakugou…”
“It’s Katsuki,” He mumbled.
Your cheek flushed and your stomach flipped. “Katsuki,” You began again.
His heart felt like it was on fire. He loved hearing your soft voice say his name.
“We don’t even know each other. You only told me you were a pro hero just a couple of weeks ago.”
He knew you weren’t wrong. But for some reason it didn’t seem like it mattered. It didn’t matter that you didn’t know about him being a pro hero until just a few weeks ago. You knew him for who he was behind all that. He let himself talk about his memories, his favorite things, his mother, and his friends. He didn’t need to pretend to be someone else for you to like him. You just liked him.
Yeah, he didn’t know you were involved with Deku, but he knew how your eyes lit up and how creative and brilliant you were. How it didn’t seem like anyone else knew how to see who you were underneath your warm smiles.
“I’m not saying I love you or any shit like that…but I know how you light up on our walks. Or how you love to talk about the details you see in each leaf. I know how you are creative and funny. And, I know that he doesn’t.”
You didn’t have words for a moment. You just grasped onto his shoulder a little tighter. Then you whispered against his shoulder, “Are you going to sleep with her?”
Bakugou was taken back by your question. He certainly didn’t think that would be the next thing out of your mouth. He pulled back and looked you in the eyes.
He started to speak but before any words could come out a large hand was on his shoulder. He looked up and Midoriya was standing there with a deep frown.
When you snapped out of your little world you both noticed that the music had changed and it was no longer a slow song.
“Kacchan,” Midoriya’s hand tightened on his shoulder.
Bakugou let you go and Deku let him go to pull you into his chest. He placed a possessive hand on your back and you cowered into him. Just like that, the light that flowed from you just died.
“It’s time to go.” Deku took your hand and dragged you out the building.
Bystanders stared and whispered as he stood there alone. Hana came to his rescue quickly and began dancing with him leading a stunned Bakugou back to the bar slowly.
“You ok?” She asked kindly. Before he could answer Kirishima was at his side with his own date in tow. Large red eyes stared at Bakugou with concern. It didn’t take a lot for his best friend to read him.
“I’m gonna get another drink,” Bakugou mumbled and shook off the pity from the people around him.
“What the heck was that?” Deku snapped once you were both in his Mercedes. He drove down the rode with the steering wheel so tightly in his hands you thought it would break. “I take you a hero gala finally and you do that?”
Tears started to well up in your eyes. You were a crier you always had been. “I’m sorry! He just wanted to dance with me!”
“Dance with Bakugou, start all that starry eyed dreaming, almost telling people you’re quirkless!” He spat.
“I-I’m sorry! Why do you hate everything about me?!” You cried into your hands. Everything came to the surface, your feelings of inadequacy in Izuku’s world, your fear of losing him to a villain, your new found feelings towards Katsuki, the alcohol. It all came bubbling up to the surface.
“What?” Midoriya slammed onto the breaks. He pulled to the side and turned to you. “Y/n…” he cupped your cheek and looked into your eyes. You could tell he felt bad. You could see the guilt. “I love you. I just don’t want anything to happen to you. If the world finds out you’re quirkless they’ll ridicule us. Just like others ridiculed me when I was quirkless. A villain will see that and know he can hurt you. Why do you think I moved us to that small town?”
“But you never want to listen to me talk about my day. Or the things that make me happy…I can’t tell you about my art or my books or…or…” you started to hiccup.
“Bunny, no. It’s just…I want you to be sharp I want you to be aware. Not live in a fantasy world where you’ll get hurt.”
“I AM aware, Izuku!” You shouted at him. “I’ve been taking self defense classes for month. I always know what’s going on around me! I’m not stupid or useless!” You shouted.
“I know that you feel useless because I felt useless when I was like you.” He took hold of both of your hands in his large ones. He wanted to make you see. He told himself he knew how you felt being quirkless. He told himself he was the only one who would ever understand you.
“I’m not you, Izuku! I’m not ashamed that I’m different! I’m not ashamed that I don’t have a quirk! I’m not ashamed to be who I am!”
“No, Bunny, no you don’t understand. The things people will say about you, about us. They don’t get it. But I do, I get it!” He tried to pull you in. But you pushed on his chest and tried to pull away. “Please, Bunny, please I’ll try to be better!” He begged for you. You looked back at the man you thought you once loved. You sniffed and looked at him deep in his green eyes you felt numb. Yet you were unsure if it was just the mix of emotions or if you didn’t love him anymore.
“Ok,” You sniffed again. “Let’s go home.” You felt the feeling of exhaustion and alcohol take over. “We can talk more in the morning.”
Bakugou walked with Hana out the building. He drank way more than he had intended on. Hana waved off Kirishima and his other friends promising to care for him and not wanting to ruin their nights too.
Bakugou wrapped his arm over her shoulders and she helped him hobble down the sidewalk.
“Ok, let’s get you home!” She uttered. She wished her quirk was more useful in getting giant drunk men home.
“Nah nah nah nah! No way. I don’t wanna go home! Don’t you wanna find out if those rumors are true?” He stopped and grabbed her hips pulling her close to him.
She laughed loudly and shook her head. She put her hands on his shoulder and sat him along a half wall as she took the spot next to him.
“Dynamite, you are so drunk. You’re also totally head over heels for Deku’s fiancé,” She told him matter of factly.
He gaped at her. His brain was still slightly too fogged to form anything coherent.
“The whole gala could see it.” She laughed to herself. “And I thought I was gonna make you fall for me.” She shook her head.
“Hey you’re a great girl,” He mumbled and leaned his head against her shoulder.
“Oh I know. And maybe when you’re sober you can introduce me to Chargebolt sometime,” She giggled and looked down on the hulking pro hero.
“Fucking Pikachu?!” His nose scrunched up. She nodded. “Ha okay deal, Kid.” He smirked and continued to lean on her.
“She really likes you too, ya know.”
“Yeah? Too bad she’s taken,” Bakugou huffed and closed his eyes.
“True, but hey you never know.” She shrugged and stood up trying to tug him back to his feet. “Hey my apartment isn’t far. You can crash on the couch,” She offered with a smile.
Bakugou nodded and got up still too drunk to walk straight so he leaned against her.
The next morning you woke up on the couch. You insisted on not sleeping in the same bed and since Midoriya had patrol the next day he suggested he take the bed. You rolled over and grabbed your phone from the coffee table.
Your phone had exploded with texts from friends and family. They all sent you links to articles, photos and videos. They told you how excited they were how beautiful you looked. Until, you got one from your coworker.
Meg: Isn’t that the guy who brought you cookies?
You opened the link and it was a picture of you and Bakugou dancing. You looked like lovers how close you were pressed. His usually tense shoulders were relaxed and his face seemed peaceful.
The article’s headline said “PRO HERO DYNAMITE MAKES HIS ROUNDS”
The first was a picture of you and him then a picture of him and Hana entering the gala. Finally, a photo of him and her on the street her hips pulled towards his and she was smiling wide. It was followed by a picture of them walking into an apartment building with his arm draped around her.
The final line of the article read, “Has this pro hero wooed Deku’s fiancé to just sleep with his new lady?”
The comments were calling the article bullshit. Many commenters saying you were just friends and that he could sleep with whoever he wanted. One even speculated that you were brother and sister. However, almost everyone agreed Bakugou and Hana slept together last night.
Your stomach dropped. Had he just told you lies? Was he making you feel special and heard to just what? Get a rise out of his date?
“Good morning, Bunny,” Izuku walked out of the bedroom yawning.
You looked up at Izuku with large, teary eyes. You wanted to hurt for him, you wanted to want to jump up and hug him. Yet, your heart wasn’t tugging for him. The only thing you knew you had to do was take off your engagement ring.
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It's Not Hate
this one my Short Stoies I made in AO3.
Miguel got hurt really bad during one of his missions and Rio healed him up while having a deep talk
TW: mention of Child Abuse
Having a son like Spider-Man can be anxiety-inducing. Never know when not to come home, having him drag himself back to the room all batter and bruised. But, Rio knows that the city needs her son. The city needs a Spider-man.
Rio was working at the desk of the hospital for only two more hours till her shift ended. It was a slow night. Fame last word for someone who works in a hospital. Rio got a text message from her son, she used to love getting text messages but nowhere did she pray it was not him to write his last thoughts to her. She read the message:
Mom! Please come home now! Need help!
Rio was having a mental panic attack reading this. She asked her boss if she could leave early as her son had an emergency. She drove as fast as she could back to her apartments. Once she ran upstairs as fast as she could, she busted through down waited to see her son bleeding to death.
She was surprised to see Miles, his Spider-Man outfit was damaged and he had bruising but nothing too serious well from what she could see. He was panicking and grabbed his mom and pulled her to her room.
“Miles! Are you ok?!”
“I’m fine, it's not me that hurt!” Miles said as he tried to drag his mom to her bedroom. Once she entered her room, she saw Miguel lying on her bed bleeding from his stomach or chest area. 42 was trying to compress the wound so Miguel didn’t bleed out.
“What happened?!” Rio said seeing her son’s boss bleeding on her bed. Jeff is going to have a field day when he sees this.
“What happened?!” she yelled
“We were fighting an anomaly that got away and he bombed us. Miguel shielded us from the bomb but he got injured. We can’t call HQ because Miguel is too injured to be teleported back and we're understaffed right now so no one can come.”
Rio quickly rushes to Miguel’s side to see how bad it is. The wound doesn’t look too deep but Miguel looks like he still losing blood and there are other wounds that she doesn’t know about. Miguel looks pale from the blood loss, but he looks like he is still awake just in a lot of pain.
“Este impactante duele.” Miguel cursed to himself having covered up his unmasked face with his arm. Rio sighed in relief knowing he still talking. She walked up to Miguel who didn’t notice that Rio was there.
“Miguel. What type is your blood?”
Miguel didn’t answer but His A.I. Lyla did.
“Hey! I got you. He type -O. He was not allergic to anything but mint. These body stats are-” Lyla then show Rio Miguel’s health stats. So far everything is low but not dangerous yet. But Rio been working in the medical field knows that anything can change in the blink of an eye. She then grabbed the bloody towel that 42 was using to compress.
“Miles. Both of. I need you to go to the hospital and steal two packs of that blood. Here take my key card and code #1610. It's on the third floor.” Rio said not looking at them trying to think what else she going to need. 42 nodded
“Got it. I steal it. Can’t have Spider-man be seen as a villain for stealing.” 42 said as he put on his Prowler mask. Miles puts on his as they both jump out of the window a swing as fast as they can. Leaving Miguel and Rio. Rio quickly went to the closet and pulled out some Medkits, after she found out that her son was Spider-man, stole a bunch of medical stuff to help Miles out so that if get too injured he could heal up at home no one could find out. Rio grabs some needles and some of Miguel’s hair as if she is going to snitch on him
“Miguel? Hey! Still with me papa?” Rio said hoping Miguel would not fall unconscious. Miguel looked at her with his red eyes that were glowing a bit. Something that Rio never knew about. Well, Miles and they did tell her that Miguel is like a vampire in a way. “You not getting hungry for blood right?”
“Did Miles tell you I’m a vampire didn’t he?” Miguel choked out, Rio smirked at him
“No that was Hobie.”
Miguel groaned, of course, it was him. “Esos niños”. Miguel then dissolves the arm of his outfit so he can bite down on his exposed skin. Rio’s eyes widen when he does this.
“What are you doing?!”
Miguel let go of his arm and wiped the blood from his mouth. “I change my venom to make my blood thicker so I won’t bleed out.”
“You have venom?”
“I’m…half spider.”
Rio raised her eyebrow and confessed what he meant. “Isn’t that all Spider-men?” Rio said as she readied the needle so she could close his wound. When the needle went through his skin he hissed in pain, trying not to claw Rio’s bed sheet.
“N-No, I’m more…complicated.”
Rio nodded as she continued stitching up Miguel’s wound. They sat there in silence Miguel was trying his best not to hissed in pain and give Rio contraition to stitch him. After about a like 10 minutes she was done. She made sure it was cleaned up so it wouldn’t get infected. She grabbed the blood towel and put it away and grabbed a new one and some alcohol to help with the cleaning. She cleaned the wound and Miguel hissed and both heard a tear, Miguel cursed and realized his talons ripped their sheet.
“Look like you going own me one.” Rio pouted, not liking her bed sheet got ruined.
“I’ll replace them.” Miguel sigh. “I'm sorry you have…to deal with me.” Miguel knows that Miles’s parent doesn’t like him. After the Spot incident and the fact, he was trying to get Miles’s dad killed for the canon their understanding pissed. They were more pissed founding out that Miles decide to join the spider society after the hell they put him through. Miles explained that everyone apologized to him and he didn’t want to be alone. But the main reason he just wants a watch is to see his friends.
“You know I don’t hate you.”
Miguel turns his attention back to Rio. Rio helps him sit up on the edge of the bed so she can wrap the wound up. Miguel dissolves his costume to his waist so Rio can wrap it.
“I said I don’t hate you. I might not like you, but you're still a human being and I’m a nurse, and me not like you won’t stop me from helping you.” Rio remembers the night that she and Jeff had to tell Miles that his uncle Aaron didn’t make it. Miles cried the whole night knowing how much his uncle meant to him. After, two years he was getting better, surprisingly after he started to hang with Society.
“He looks up to you. See you another Uncle to go to like that Peter guy. You guys are like a second family to him. And I be damn if my son loses another Uncle on my watch. lo, tienes?”
Miguel just stared at her, surprised by her words it caused him to choke up a bit. Wondering if it is because of the blood loss that he feels this way. She sounds like a mother that scrolling a child but not in the hurtful manner that he has gotten used to.
“You make it hard for me not to like you,” Rio said as she finished up the wrapping and helped Miguel to lay back down as she could tell he was getting dizzy from sitting upright.
“I’m sorry.” Miguel choked out, almost sounding like he was about to cry.
“Please, stop that.” rolling her eyes wondering what hit this man in the feeling. Miguel was always stoic or at least serious-spoken. That is what Miles had told her.
“Sorry, I…I never had a nice mother figure. So you talking to me as…like an actual mother. It's something new to me.” Miguel said, realizing he said it out loud. He hates that the lack of blood is making him lose common sense. Rio just says silent, Miles did mention Miguel didn’t have a great childhood. And seeing some of his old wounds that were more akin to someone who was abused. Before she can be asked how bad his past was, she hears the front door bust open. At first, she thought it was Miles and 42 was back but it wasn’t
“Rio! Miles! What going on?!” Jeff yelled from the living room. Rio forgot that during the panic rush to hear she texted her husband that Miles was in trouble. Jeff burst through the bedroom door thinking he going to see his son seriously injured but was surprised to see Miguel on the bed instead.
Miguel’s eyes widened and were glowing more red. He quickly crawled away from Rio and Jeff to the far corner of the bed, baring his fangs at them. Rio was so surprised at what Miguel was doing but one look on his face made her realize that he was afraid. She turned to her husband who also was freaking out to see a Spider-man crawling inhumanly fast. To Miguel, due to the blood loss, a vision of his step-father flashes in front of him. Remember how his father would beat him so often for just doing the small stuff.
“por favor no me hagas daño. por favor no me hagas daño,
Papá!” Miguel sobbed. Rio got between Miguel and her husband, seeing this a few times in her medical career. Too many times sadly.
“Jeff. leave the room for a moment.” Rio said calmly not wanting to freak Miguel out anymore. His talons and the look in his eyes tell her he is in ‘fight or flight’ mode. Right now it flight but in a moment it can turn into a fight and she knows her or her husband can’t take down a Spider-man.
“What?! I’m leaving you with him!” Jeff whisper
“Look, Miguel got hurt bad and he was in the right mind because of the blood loss he had, and right now you look like someone from his past who wasn’t too kind to him,” Rio said inching herself closer slowly towards Miguel that began to shake in fear. Jeff nodded that he understood and trusted his wife as he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. After Jeff did that Miguel was shaking less but still curled up towards that edge.
“Hey, Hey. he gone. The big scary guy is gone.” it was so weird for Rio to sat that since Miguel is taller and bigger than her husband.
“ lastimame a mi, no a mi hermano” Miguel whisper out. Causing Rio’s eyes to widen more. Miguel taking most of that for his brother. If she ever meets Miguel’s father he going to be a dead man. Rio shook her head to try to stay focused and get Miguel to calm down. She saw that Miguel was covering his mouth.
“I won’t speak Spanish again, I’m sorry.”
God, she really going to kill Miguel’s dad
“Hey! No one going to hurt you. me aseguro de eso.” Rio said as she took Miguel's arm pulled him up from the corner of the bed and lay him down, a not moment too soon Miguel almost collapsed back down on the bed. The blood loss finally caught up to him as the room was getting more dizzy.
“No…no one will hurt me?”
Rio shook her head as she pulled a blanket on him so he wouldn’t get cold. She looked at his viral sign seeing everything was still low. Hoping Miles and 42 come here soon.
“No, descansa un poco, ¿vale?”
Miguel didn’t say anything but his eyes felt heavy. He sensed no danger as he fell into deep sleep.
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Miguel groaned as he tried to open his eyes. The first thing he noted when he woke up he not hurting anymore. His healing was working now and he didn’t feel so dizzy. He realized why as he saw a needle in his arm that led to an almost empty blood bag. So at least he knows that his blood was replaced so that's good. Miguel also realized he was not a HQ but in a room.
“Lyla?” Miguel said his voice so froggy from the lack of water. Lyla popped in front of him with her cheerful self.
“What you need chief?”
“How…how long have I been out?
“Three hours. You were out like a light. You look less paler now so that's good.”
Miguel rolled his eyes and was about to get up but Lyla popped in front of him fast
“Whoo, big guy. Let's not get up too fast. Here!” Lyla said as she sent a message. As she did that Miguel heard thumping heading his way. As the door burst open to saw Miles and 42 rush to his bedside.
“Miguel! You ok!” Miles said hugging Miguel who grunted in pain. He healed but he is still a bit sensitive. 42 to pull Miles away so he doesn’t hurt Miguel anymore.
“Are you two ok?” Miguel asked only able to remember something after the attack. He remember taking the blast and was trying to teleport back but was too hurt to be teleported.
“We should be the one asking you tio! Mom said you lost more blood than we thought and if you hadn’t bitten yourself you would have bled out!” Miles said trying not to freak out but failing at it. Miguel felt guilty not wanting to make the young spider worry. Miles doesn’t want to be treated like a kid but sometimes he forgets he is still young. Losing one of his closest family members doesn’t help giving the teen PTSD. Miguel also can tell he worries too, 42 just not the type to show it.
“I’m fine. Just need some water.”
“I figure much.” everyone turns to Rio at the doorways with a plate of food and some water for Miguel. “I will be guessing you be hungry. I know Miles to be when he gets hurt like that.” Rio said causing Miles to blush a bit thinking his mom said something embarrassing to Miguel. Miguel nodded took the plate from Rio and drank the water to feel more better.
“I’m sorry if I had been a bother to you.” Miguel looked at the bed and saw the sheets under him were ripped figuring he had caused them.
“Don’t mention it. You didn’t cause too much problem.” Rio said surprisingly cheerfully to Miguel who was a bit taken back from it. He looks at 42.
“Once I’m done, will head back to our earth. We bugged the Morles enough as it is.”
“That and I kept kicking Miles's ass in his videogame.”
“Hey! I was winning!” Miles said while 42 smirked. Rio laughed they were fighting like the two were twin brothers.
“You two go back and get some rest and you Miles better doing some homework, not gaming. Both of you.”
“Yes, mom.” Both Miles and 42 left the room. Leaving the two adults.
“Did I do or say anything weird to you?” he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt Rio or anyone. He is sometimes not in the right frame of mind when he is too hurt. Rio shook her head and put her hands on his shoulder to reassure him.
“ nada que pueda manejar. Miguel.”
Miguel looks at Rio “You are a good guy, and you are doing your best.” Rio said as she took his empty plate. “Also, I like green bed sheets.”
Miguel smile.
#miguel o'hara#across the spiderverse#writing#trigger warning#miles molares#42 miles morales#rio morales#i'm starting to post my writing more here
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Alexander goes to the only person left who he can trust blindly: his mother.
Bella Goth lived in Stormy's abandoned house in Glimmerbrook, initially with her daughter Cassandra, and later alone.
The resentment she felt towards her son who abandoned her and evicted her from the house upon the death of Mortimer Goth has waned over the years, and has completely evaporated at the sight of the infant that Alexander places in her arms.
"And who might this baby be?" asks Bella, cooing at the child.
"It's a peculiar stoy, mother. Listen carefully..."
The story Alexander unfolds seems out one of the novels he writes.
When Alexander brought Stormy and his then-young twin sons into the house, he realized that his wife didn't love him but was only interest in his money. Alexander's greatest desire has always been to have a family similar to the one he had when he was a child, but Stormy did not seem willing to have further children, often ignoring the ones she already had.
Surely Stormy hoped that Alexander would become fond of her children and finally leave the Goth fortune in their hands.
However, he never suspected that Alexander, upon discovering Stormy's lover (the final straw in their unhealthy relationship), would take covert measures.
"It wasn't difficult for me to obtain my wife's DNA" continues Alexander "And thanks to modern technology I was able to have the much desired heir! This little girl, who I called Belladonna, is the daughter of my DNA and that of Stormy. She is a by all accounts a Goth and will be the heir to most of our family's wealth."
"Seems like you've got everything figured it out!" says Bella to her son "So why are you here, Alexander?"
Alexander explains to her that he initially wanted to raise Belladonna in his own home by telling a lie to Stormy. He had made her believe that this was her late sister Cassandra's only daughter. But Stormy had reacted worse than ever and told him to send the little girl away.
"This was the proof I needed of my wife's character. And if you can ever forgive me, mother, for abandoning you, I ask only one favor of you: Raise Belladonna here in Glimmerbrook, far from Willow Creek. Raise her until she will be old enough to inherit the Goth Mansion, and stick to the lie I've told: to everyone she must be Cassandra's daughter."
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It's Charm son sharing circle time @charmfamily
Darrel Charm
Under the cut as it is a bit long.
[ PERSONAL ]
$ Financial: wealthy (While "Charm" is a relatively new name, Minerva is a descendent of one of the coven's founding families so they are very much loaded) / moderate / poor / in poverty
✚ Medical: fit/ moderate (Although physically strong, calling a man who abuses several substances and hardly sleeps fit or healthy is a joke) / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other
✔ Education: qualified (Went to regular human college, studied art) / unqualified (If you ask his dad) / studying / other
✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet (typical teenage tresspassing in abandoned buildings for parties)/ yes, but charges were dismissed (same incident as Morgyn)
[ FAMILY ]
◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children (If he ever has kids, he wants them far far away from the rest of the Charm clan^tm) / wants children
◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) (He sees Gemma as the only other sane member of his family) / not close with sibling(s) (anymore) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased
◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent (Both Minerva and Papa Charm until 16 and then Minerva alone onwards) / not applicable
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]
♦ extroverted (An ENFP) / introverted / in between
♦ disorganized / organized / in between
♦ close minded / open-minded / in between
♦ calm / anxious / in between
♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between
♦ cautious / reckless / in between
♦ patient / impatient / in between
♦ outspoken / reserved / in between
♦ leader / follower (doormat might be a better word for him, most trouble he got into as a kid and a teenager...and a young-er adult was because of following Morgyn around) / in between
♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between (A decent confidant and cheerleader when not being an asshole. When being an asshole he's 98% talk and the other 2% he's getting a glass bottle to the face after breaking Kiril Barov's nose ignore that he's missing the scar in that shhh it's a tettoo and I must have took it off accidently Will be elaborated on in stoy if I ever continuing writing it and stop fucking around with the scenery. but the gist is: easily triggered into being an asshole, feels bad about being an asshole, apologizes, wants to stop being an asshole doesn't know how and feels like shit, repeat.)
♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between
♦ traditional / modern / in between
♦ hard-working / lazy / in between
♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown
♦ loyal (to a fault, bordering if not just outright codependent in some instances) / disloyal / unknown
♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown / Meh? While he's never physically cheated, his behaviors in past relationships have been...questionable.
[ BELIEFS ]
★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist (The coven has no offical stance on where magic "comes from" exactly, just rules on what you can't do therefore beliefs are varried. Darrel has no concrete stance, but he's leaning in this direction based on personal events) / atheist / agnostic
☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes (dealing with such is his main focus. In an earlier draft of the story he was going to be in some knock-off ghostbusters gig run by Jennicor Tricou with an alive Guidry, Chastity Gere, who he was the woman he was texting here (the "her" in text being being Jennicor) and Gunther Munch who despite being just some guy ended up landing a spot as their secretary when you're desperate to move out and will take any job A bit of that whole thing here. EDIT: A character says “sleeping” with and implies the existence of a sex tape, guess that was enough for imgur to give it a warning? Don't ask me about the layout, this is a year old) / no / don’t know / don’t care
✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious
❀ Philosophical: yes (and annoying abut it) / no
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual/
❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless
♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious / puts the "hopeless" in hopeless romantic
❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious
⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
[ ABILITIES ]
☠ Combat Skills: excellent (With magic) / good / moderate (Without magic, can throw a punch, can not take a punch. Rory is trying to fix that. The sight of seeing someone so good at dueling being utter shit at a physical fights pains her.) / poor/ none
≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✍ Artistic Skills: excellent (piano, guitar, can technically sing, paints/draws) / good / moderate / poor / none
✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor (He's a decent cook, that's about it and don't ask him to do any type of manual labor, he will complain at you) / none
[ HABITS ]
☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic
☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker
✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently (various, mostly weed) / addict
✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs takes medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess
☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater
$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic
♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler
Bonus because I have free will, songs: X || X || X || X
This took so damn long because I spent my free time trying to figure out how (if possible) to replace trees via .world files and I don't know when to stop.
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Tydii angst?
Just realised Tydii do long distance after AE... oof
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Tyler is in a meeting De Stoy when his uniglass goes off the first time. He silences it and continues with his meeting, which for the first time drones on but that may just be the odd weight on his chest he'd been feeling since it started. His uniglass continues to vibrate in his pocket unendingly, until 10 minutes later he interrupts De Stoy.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am, but my uniglass is going off and has been for a while, may I step outside?" De Stoy nods and Tyler stands and pulls his uniglass out right as it starts to buzz again, with Erien's name coming up. Tyler frowned as he picked up the call to a roar of Syldrathi.
He knows enough to know Erien is frantically swearing.
"Jones, you should learn to pick up your fucking uniglass," Saedii's second says and Tyler's brows furrow further in confusion.
"Erien, what do you want?" Erien takes a breath as if he doesn't like what he's about to say.
"We had a skirmish with some more stubborn Unbroken's who came out of the woodwork after all that Ra'haam shit. Saedii got stabbed," Erien said and Tyler's stomach drops, a dull roar forming in his ears.
"What- how- is she okay?" he asks, collapsing onto one of the seats outside the office, dread slowly pooling in his stomach, the distance between him and Saedii feeling larger than normal.
"Healer said she will be but it was touch and go for a sec, she was fighting too many people at once and someone got a real lucky shot," Tyler breathes a little easier at the assurance but he still feels like his chest is being compressed. Erien waits for him to react.
"Send me your co-ordinates," is all Tyler says. Erien nods at him and then Tyler drops the call and walks back into the office and grabs his bag. De Stoy seems surprised but doesn't question it when she gets a look at the expression on his face. "I have to go, send everything to Scar."
He's on a Longbow within the hour.
~
When the Folding started, Tyler had too much time to think.
He hadn't told anyone, not even Saedii, about his Pull. It had kicked in a little later than hers and had been a rope tying him to Saedii that he had been eternally grateful for while they had been separated and she had been putting herself in more and more dangerous situations.
Why he hadn't immediately flagged the chest pain as something with her, he didn't know, but he should have.
With the ship on autopilot, he paces for a bit, letting his mind run with anything that could go wrong. Once he exhausted that list, he sat on the floor, grounding him physically and mentally, allowing him to clear anxieties.
He ignores the Longbow's insistence on taking the mandated breaks from Folding but with all due respect to Zila's Folding protocols, fuck that. The love of his life had been stabbed. He needed to be there.
The trip took two days. An endless cycle of panic and calm and sleep and and insomnia and his damned chest getting tighter and tighter.
~
Erien was waiting for him when he arrived at the Andarael and neither wasted time on trivial small talk as they walked, Erien almost failing to keep up with Tyler’s rushed gait.
“We moved her into her private quarters. She’s awake but we didn’t tell her you were coming,” as they approached Saedii’s rooms, Erien grabs Tyler’s arm and halts him. “The healer says she’ll struggle if she doesn’t stay on bedrest. We’ve been so far unsuccessful in enforcing that and I’m hoping you can do something about it,” and with that, Erien walks away and Tyler walks towards the doors. Two of the lower ranked soldiers are standing guard but recognise him and open the doors to the foyer.
And standing there, pouring a glass of water for herself is Saedii.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tyler says at the sight and Saedii raises an eyebrow at his swearing but her eyes still brighten in joy as she looks at him there.
“What?”
“You got stabbed two days ago, you’re on bedrest and yet you’re standing here,” he says, stomping forward and taking the pitcher and glass from her hands and puts them back on the table. “Bed, now,” he bosses, pointing to the bedroom behind the next door. Saedii turns her nose up at it.
“You’re not the boss of me, I’ll stand if I want to stand,” she says, but Tyler can hear the exhaustion in her voice. He sighs and puts his hands on her shoulder and touches his forehead to hers.
“Saedii, I’ve been Folding for two days, panicking because the woman I love got stabbed. If you want to be foolish and risk hurting yourself worse by not listening to the healer’s, you can do that, or you can do it so my ‘fragile terran heart’ as you describe it can rest easier. Please,” he says, softly, hoping she’ll listen.
“I’m fine enough to act normally,” Saedii says and Tyler breathes again and decides to take another route.
“Fine, you don’t want to listen to anyone, you do that. But I’ve barely slept with the stress, so I’m taking a nap in your bed. You can join me or not,” and then he lets her go and does just that, walking into the internal bedroom, toeing off his boots and collapsing into her bed. He lets out a pleased groan at the soft bed on his tired body and waits with his eyes closed.
He doesn’t grin when he feels the bed sink and her wrap around the side of his chest, but he wants to.
“Only for your fragile heart, Be’shmai,” she whispered and he kisses her forehead and wraps his arms around her so she can’t move.
“Hey just think, if you stick to your bedrest, you get to do your favourite thing in the world,” he says and grins when he feels her raise a confused eyebrow, “boss me around without me arguing,” she snorts at that and kisses his cheek, wincing a little as it obviously moves her wound.
“That might just be worth getting stabbed,” she says then chuckles at his horrified expression.
~~
I miss feral Tyler idk
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Welcome to my total drama blog
Again welcome to my Total drama art blog. This blog is mainly meant for my Total drama content I am doing be it art, stoys, AUs, etc. Everything related to TD is placed here! You can also ask me about certain things be it headcanons, questions to AUs or other things TD or me related!
My AUs:
Total Drama Omori (TW: suicide, sh, blood, horror)
This AU, as the title says, is an Omori AU with total drama characters and me and my friend @ragefulbutsweet OCs! It's alot like the original Omori story, but has certain changes in general since everyone still pretty much acts like their original selfs, plus some relationships "changed" and there is a bit more content/ context in this version. There would also come sometimes in which I think more gameplay wise and explain it like it was a real videogame! The specific tags for this AU are 'Total Drama Omori AU' 'TDO' 'TDOAU'.
Ever After High AU (title and tags in progress):
This AU is still in it's concept phase and I dunno when I get to work on it more but I won't give up on it! This AU is basically total drama characters in the Ever after high roles. And I warn anyone already for those who do not like the ship: Yes this is a Noco focused AU with Noah in the main role. The story is more slice of life with the main Focus of Noah, at the beginning Noelle, figuring out he is actually trans. I am still working on the story's but stay tuned for more! The tags for this AU are Ever after high AU and Eahau
Pokemon AU:
This Au actually happened out of the blue ngl, while thinking how a game like this would look like! Anyway This AU takes basically almost, if not all TD Characters and turns them into Pokemon. The Region is named after the camp so it's the Wawanakwa Region (This feels werid to write XD). While still in planning this might become a Y/N Story, with the goal to become the next Pokemon master! This AU has the specific Tag Pokemon AU.
Story's:
A story I am currently writing on (And hopefully finish like I want to) Is called 'Curiosity kills cats' and is based around @eavee-ry 's Island of the slaughtered AU and is about my OC Edith going to the island to figure out if these ghosts are real or not. I won't say more it's a surprise and will be released when The chapters are all done!
Original Characters:
The first (and currently only fleshed out character) of mine is Edith. She was first made out of the IOTS AU and just after getting into TD more did I put her into more Canon TD stuff (which makes it more AU stuff in a way) Anyway Edith has a specific passion for finding and proofing if the ghost storys on the internet she sees, are truly real or not! She has a more closed of personality but is very polite and humble but easily gullible and naiv.
Tag lists:
Omori AU: total drama omori au, TDO, TDOAU
Ever after high AU: Ever after high AU, EAHAU
Pokemon AU: Pokemon AU
Storys I am write: storys, fanfictions, fanfic, writing
All my art together: my art, fanart
OC's: (OCs name), Original characters, OCs
any questions asked and answered: Stara Answers, asks
Headcanons: Headcanons
That is all so far. I will update this whenever something changes. Hope to see you soon again
#total drama#total drama island#tdi#Total Drama Omori AU#TDO#TDOAU#Edith#my art#concepts#curiosity kills cats#AUs#Stara answers#asks#ever after high au#pokemon au#Eahau
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c!EternalDuo, Apologies
Part 8, The Finale of "The Story of an Eternal Duo" based on a head canon of mine of c!EternalDuo's reuniting after the Red Banquet
Stoy idea:
Days after the Red Banquet c!Eret finally manages to bring up the courage to visit c!Foolish. Haunted by nightmares, filled with guilt they make their way to c!Foolish's Summer Home. No one has seen the builder in weeks and its the only place big enough to hide the god of a man that is c!Foolish.
Anxious, but determined to set things right, they explore the Summer Home in search of their godly friend, or whatever their relationship is, they still have to figure that one out.
After searching for what felt like hours c!Eret finds him in the center of his pyramid where his healing / meditation place is.
They spot the golden figure from afar, kneeling in the middle of the room, bathing in the green light of his beacon.
c!Eret watches him for a while, he isnt moving, almost looking like a statue, they take a moment to breath, gathering their courage.
When c!Eret approaches the god, they notice c!Foolish's breathing is off, he is tense. They slowly get closer, reaching out a hand, but before they even touch him, c!Foolish suddenly turns around glaring at them.
Shocked by the sight c!Eret takes a few steps back, c!Foolish looks confused, scared, angry, an expression his his face c!Eret has never seen before.
c!Foolish's emerald eyes now red as rubies glare at c!Eret, or rather through him, eyes fixated on something far away, almost looking like hebis in some sort of trance, a deep hollow, but threatening growl escaping the god.
Terrified c!Eret leaves him be.
It takes them several days to find the strength to visit him again.
This time the Summer Home seems calm, one of the builds was definiyely worked on since the last time they've seen it. And as expected, the builder isnt roo far away.
c!Eret spots him sitting at the top of the entrance gate to his Summer Home.
But much to c!Eret's surprise, they find c!Foolish in his human form. Its weirdly familiar seeing him like this, so c!Eret approaches him once again.
c!Foolish seems lost in thoughts, but not tense angry like last time. c!Eret isnt sure he acknowledges them at first, but after a litte gesture he realizes c!Foolish is waiting for them to speak. And so they do.
#my art#eternal duo#Eternalduo fanart#eret#eret fanart#foolish gamers#foolish gamers fanart#Story of an Eternal Duo Series#dream smp fanart#dsmp fanart#c!eret#c!foolish
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Would you all be okay with 12 mini chapters for Daminette December 15 or just one long stoy. So far you have voted small chapters and wattpad has asked for a long post
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Pink skyes || A Zeke self-para
Ever since he found the black cat that hang at the park, Zeke found himself going back there pretty much everyday, he kept teling himself maybe the kitty belong to someone, and yet he kept coming back to check if it was still there, he had decided, if it was still there today, he was gonna take it home, after all with his powers he found the owner pretty easily and if it didn’t have anyone, well, now they would have each other, he could use the company, it had been a while since he had some, well, he had friends, but it was the looking for something more than tented to not lead anywhere for him, either he’d fall for the wrong person or he’d rush and screw things up by gowing appart, as he had never taken the time to actually meet the other person.
“There you are!” he says as the kitty jumps onto the bench right next to him, “Well, I guess this is faith my furry friend,” Zeke pauses as he looks up at the sky, “And faith is afuny thing as they say, a very funny thing my friend, would you like to hear a stoy?” he asks as the kitty gladdly jumps onto his legs, getting comfortable on his lap, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Glacing up at the sky, and its shade of pink, he can’t help but to be brough back to that day, many, many years ago, “See, the story starts with a drifter, just like you, Perhaps I guess, we can say, he was the black cat of his family also,” he smiles at the kitty, “Now, don’t give me that look! I mean in a...not as wanted as the other cats, see everyone loves colors, but when you dare to be dark, to be something different than what people want you to be, they aren’t going to be as happy, and this is where our...well, he’s not exaclty a hero, still to this day, as much as he’d like to be...but you get a the point, he too was casted out, demanded to be someone he was not. he too ended up just like you, out in the streets, at a very young age, do you have a family?” he asks the cat petting its head, “He does... well he used to, see the people that didn’t like our stroy friend were the exact same people who were meant to protect him and be by his side and so he left home,” he pauses, looking up the pink colored sky once more, “he run. He didn’t know anyone, he had no where to go. After a while he run far enough, but now, he was in a town he didn’t know. Living alone, sleeping in the streets, doing magic tricks to earn money, oh yes, our friend is a sorcerer, but see, his emotions got so bad, it was so painful, he didn’t have it in him to fix his situation with his magics, ‘cause see, our friend was so weak he couldn’t even use it right, he had been running for too long, alone and scared. One day, just as he had left all hope behind, he was laying on the floor, looking at a sky just like this one and a man show up, his name was Marcus. He told our friend he had been watching him for a while. Just like I’ve been watching you, and so he took our friend home...become his family, gave him everything he ever wanted, oh yes, everything changed that day, a day just like this one...” he says, his eyes still up in the sky.
It felt like a life time ago, but it didn’t matter how long Zeke would live, he’d never forget the man’s kindness, Marcus had saved his life, gave him a porpuse, he had shown him good people were still around and this was the type of kindness Zeke wanted to bring into other’s lives. empathy, he sure as heck had a lot of that.
“So you see, my furry friend? doesn’t matter how low you’ve gotten, how much life has taken you down, sometimes a kind soul is just around the corner to reach out to you the hand you need, in a day like today good thing happen, good thing can still happen...” he smiles, picking up the kitty on his arms, Zeke begans to head back home with it, “Now, I must tell you, our friend? he chose his name after he was picked out of the streets, he felt...he was a different person from that point on, its a shame I don’t speak cat so you can pick yours...but don’t worry we’ll figure it out!” he happily says, petting the cat’s head, pink sky above them as he walked home, just him and the yet to be named kitty.
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