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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 years

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Thunder In Our Hearts (Part 2)

Summary: The reader takes Soldier Boy to her father for a bit of payback and shares more of her history with him. Meanwhile, Soldier Boy isn’t used to being forced to do everything himself and butts heads with the reader over his new responsibilities. But when he later on convinces her to get high with him, she may let something slip neither one of them wanted said out loud...

Masterlist

Pairing: Soldier Boy x reader

Word Count: 2,300ish

Warnings: language, nudity, violence, drug/abuse/sexual assault/torture mentions

A/N: Spoilers for Season 3 of The Boys in this one! Danger Grandpa has his work cut out for him!...

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Soldier Boy in his suit was…intimidating. He screamed raw power and boyish charm, the image of the the man that drank your whiskey and jerked off on your porch nearly wiped away. You completely understood why he’d been so famous back in the day. He looked a damn hero.

Yet, the man was almost giddy about dressing up to go kill your father which was slightly off putting. He was seriously fucked up.

But it was a nice gesture to want to twist that knife a little harder for you.

Then again, what did that say about you?

In the end, once you’d pulled up to that house, you couldn’t watch Soldier Boy do it. You simply pointed him to the door that would be unlocked and he returned about ten minutes later, sliding into the passenger seat with a yawn.

“Who’s next?” he asked.

“A few former commanding officers. I need to look up where they live,” you said, putting the car in drive. “Let’s head back home for today.”

“Your dad said some stuff while he was begging for his life. At first I thought my girl with her balls of steel was turning out to be all talk when she didn’t want to watch.” You tightened your grip on the wheel. “I get it. He’s pathetic and you told him you’d never step foot in that house again. I respect keeping your word..” He narrowed his eyes, cocking his head at you. “But did you really stab him in the dick when you were a teenager?”

“I warned him I would if he took off that belt,” I said, driving down the street and away from that awful house forever.

“So this was just like what, extra revenge? You already took his junk from what he said.” You bit the inside of your cheek, Soldier Boy leaning back in his seat. “I’m curious-”

“He raped me, alright? I used to be too afraid to kill someone when I left home and joined the service. But people change and he doesn’t get to live after that one. I won’t lose any sleep over that bastard.”

“Why not do it yourself?” he asked.

“Because why would I do it when having you do it hurts him more? All those old military guys fucking love you. Soldier Boy. You’re their hero. Having you rip them apart is the icing on the fucking cake.”

He hummed, staring out the window. You waited for his crude remark. Weak. Helpless. Needed a man to do the job for you.

“You’re a little twisted with your revenge. I like that,” he said. You rolled your eyes to hide your surprise. It was hard to miss the smile on his face. Did, did he actually approve of using him to get back at people? Soldier Boy squeezed his nose, closing his eyes. “You think we can get some of that reefer on the way back? I’m dying for a hit.”

“Yes I will buy you drugs on the way home, grandpa. But you’re cooking dinner tonight.” He laughed, a big booming one. He ran his hand over his head, pushing back the longer strands. “What?”

“Oh, sweetie. I don’t cook.”

“Well you better fucking learn, old man.” You gave him a warning glance, Soldier Boy wrinkling his nose.

If he wanted to learn about the modern world, he damn well better get started.

“Motherfucker!” he shouted a few hours later. He stormed outside to where you were working, a joint tucked between his lips, Soldier Boy shirtless and in his uniform pants. A frying pan was shoved in your face, Soldier Boy growling. “I’m fucking hungry and all the pork chops are burnt. Fix it.”

“Wow. That seems really awful for you,” you said, going back to attempt to track down one of your old CO’s. The pan hit the ground and a strong hand was on your jaw, forcing you to turn and face him. Dark green eyes cut right through you, the stench of weed in your face as he blew out a puff of smoke. “Cook your own damn food.”

“You don’t seem to understand. I said-Fuck!” You slid out of your chair away from him, your knife not having quite gone in his side but it probably stung. When he met your eyes, you saw pure rage. Without missing a beat, you took off running, hearing him behind you after a split second.

Okay. Deal was off.

You could deal with that later if you somehow managed to get away.

But you didn’t even make it to the edge of the dirt yard before you were tackled onto the dirt, Soldier Boy shoving your face first down, straddling your back. He kept one hand on the back of your neck, keeping you in place.

“Ben come on,” you grunted, whimpering when you felt the cold tip of a knife touch just under his hand. “Ben.”

The sharp point of a knife threatened to dig into your skin and your body froze in place. God, you were so fucked.

“Apologize and make me my damn dinner,” he growled. You laughed, the knife nearly cutting you with the movement. “You’re smart, Y/N. Don’t make me teach you a lesson.”

“At least have the balls to look me in the eye when you threaten me. Isn’t that what makes you feel like a big strong man? You’re a helpless fucking infant is what you are. If you want to hurt me, kill me, fucking go for it. You’ll save us both the trouble of wasting our time on you. Maybe that’s what your father always saw in you. A waste of fucking time.”

“I am not-”

“Then be better than him. Be a real fucking man.”

“I am!”

“No. You’re a pathetic excuse of a man-child. Real men do not use their power to hurt those not as strong.” You felt him shift and you spun around on your bottom, Soldier Boy grabbing your arms as you sat up.

“Then what the fuck does a real man do in your simple little fucking head?” he growled. Your eye twitched and you leaned forward, smashing your nose against his.

“They fucking protect! They protect and they care and violence is always a last resort. They aren’t afraid of their feelings or their fucking PTSD and they certainly aren’t afraid to make fucking dinner!” you shouted. You breathed hard, green eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of wetness in his.

Oh man. Even he didn’t understand how broken he was.

He looked down and cleared his throat, hands still tight on you.

“Are you going to kill me?” you asked, sighing as your foreheads touched.

“Only if you betray me. Are you going to try to kill me?” It was a reasonable question. You had told him if he ever touched you, he was on your hit list.

“You didn’t force yourself on me. And you tackle like a fucking toddler. I can let your wimp ass off the hook this once.” You hadn’t noticed but his touch was much looser, your head leaning back as he raised his. “If you want to survive in this world, long after we kill the people that wronged us, you will need to adapt. I know you don’t want to. You might never change. Fuck, I’m half-tempted to let you stay here forever that way you can be the same asshole you are right now. I know you could fake your way in public when you need food and things. But I will not always be around and the world will only get harder for you to live in if you don’t change, not easier.”

“So I need to learn to cook my own dinner.” He nodded, resting his hands in his lap which coincidentally was your own with the way he was still straddling you. “Would you stay?”

“Ben, I’ve spent too much time with men that threaten me, that hurt me. I can’t spend the rest of my life afraid you’ll snap at me and do the same. Look what happened because you burnt a pair of pork chops.” You sighed, resting a hand on his cheek, his face boyish as green orbs met yours. “Part of our deal was I’d teach you about the world. We’re stuck together until I’ve done that too. I’ll make sure you can cook a meal before I leave, alright?”

“Or you could stay and do it,” he mumbled. You smacked his chest lightly, a surprisingly soft smile on his face. “Whatever. I’m still hungry. Can you, I can’t believe I’m fucking saying this, show me how to cook something?”

“We’re going to turn you into a modern man after all,” you said. He stood up with ease, pulling you up, wiping the dirt off of you.

“Once again for the record, I would never force myself on you. And I did hold back that tackle.” He flashed you a wink. “Otherwise you’d be dead right now.”

“Don’t let this happen again.” You headed back to the cabin, ignoring a quiet sigh behind you. “Move your ass. You’re cooking.”

“Here,” said Soldier Boy, handing you a glass of whiskey that night. You lifted your head up from the computer, his movie marathon still going strong in the background. You gave a small nod of thanks, listening to him take a seat at the other end of the table. He was in a pair of gray sweats and a royal blue t-shirt, his hair damp from his earlier shower.

You jotted down a potential address in your notebook, Soldier Boy humming, reading over the pack of weed gummies you’d bought him.

“So what’s the problem with these other guys you want me to kill? They rape you too?” You gave a single nod, scrolling through a list of names again when he tossed the bag at you. You caught it one handed, realizing it was open. He had a red bear between his fingers, squishing it gently. “Oh come on, Y/N. It’s weed, not coke. You can dabble.”

“I need to work.” You set the bag down, Soldier Boy tsking you. “Benjamin.”

“God, you remind me of my parents. It’s Ben. Besides, you’ve been working all afternoon and night after being tortured basically your whole life. Get high with me.” He batted his eyes and you rolled your own, popping a single gummy bear in your mouth. “Atta girl.”

“Now will you leave me alone?” He stood up and picked up your laptop, frowning at the screen. “Dude do not break that.”

“I’m not going to break your little…” He trailed off, staring at you.

“Computer.”

“Computer,” he said, closing the screen. He put it on top of the cabinets, smiling when he spun around. “Watch a movie with me. Drink a little. What’s the harm in that?”

“The harm is I get intoxicated and you shove your hand down my pants. That’s the harm. Goodnight.” He blocked your path to the bedrooms, jutting out his bottom lip. “Wow. Would you let me-”

“I don’t know how it got there but you saw on that…computer thing, that I was tortured for a long ass time. I’ve seen your body and you’ve seen your fair share too. So drop the fucking act and cut loose for a night. I’ll sit all the way over there if you want.”

You groaned but went to the couch, Soldier Boy taking a seat in the large recliner. He turned on a movie, one about him leading the charge to save some captured soldiers or something.

“You know, when I was little I’d watch these with my dad, wishing some supe would come and save me too.” You could feel his stare, skin prickly under the scrutiny. “I read your file. Your real file. You didn’t do half the shit you said you did and you did a lot of bad shit they buried.”

“And?” You shrugged, laying down on the couch, the weed relaxing you.

“I think you paid for it with forty years of torture. The pain you went through. It was worse than dying. You’re a fucking dickhead. But you paid more than enough for all the bad stuff you did. You can start fresh now. Clean slate.”

“I didn’t deserve what happened to me.” You met his eyes, Soldier Boy leaned back in the recliner, biting his bottom lip before drinking straight from the whiskey bottle. “I didn’t deserve that shit.”

“Uh, yes you did.” He stood, carrying the bottle with him, stopping in front of you. He was pissed but the weed was doing it’s job and making you too relaxed to give a fuck. “You deserved to be punished for your lies and abuse. For treating people that don’t look like you, don’t fuck like you, don’t speak like you, like they’re trash. For not giving two fucks about people that get caught in your crosshairs. You deserved to be tortured. To be reprimanded.”

Soldier Boy grabbed you shirt collar, hoisting you up, getting right in your face. The room started to spin and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“But not for so long. Was too long. S’not your fault,” you mumbled, closing your eyes. “Should have hurt your dad instead. He made you that way.”

The combination of too much alcohol and weed was making you sleepy, Soldier Boy grabbing your cheeks.

By the time you were in his arms, you weren’t sure if he was taking you to bed or to your death.

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

#soldier boy fanfic #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #the boys fanfic #soldier boy reader insert #soldier boy x #soldier boy x you #soldier boy series

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dellalyra · 11 months

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Pixie’s JJK Theories

!! SPOILERS !! (225 included) if u don’t wanna know anything then don’t read <3

Okay so, I’ll try to make these make sense and put them in some sort of order bc I have so many ideas and thoughts they r swimming in my head :):)

Gna preface the whole thing by saying I don’t think Gojo is dead/will die, just from an editing/business perspective (I did 2 years study of being an editor and 5 years of creative writing studies, not an expert or anything so just MY OPINION)

So first theory set:

Who’s gonna kill Sukuna and Kenjaku?

Maki Kills Sukuna

I think that 225 has been a signal that Sukuna CANNOT be defeated/killed by cursed energy or techniques. I don’t know how to describe it best but think of Achilles, an unbeatable hero but he had that one weakness. Now Sukuna’s whole CT/DE is based around weaponry right? There’s literally nobody more talented with weaponry than Maki - it’s been hinted that she’s even surpassed Toji in terms of physical prowess since Mai’s death and the whole heavenly restriction thing. What if, he basically can only be beaten by someone playing his game: a proper fight? Think of it, maki has no CE, no CT, no DE. But she is completely unparalleled with weapons and cursed tools. What if - she’s the antithesis and also the mirror image of him and that’s what could take him down? Also: it would be a mirror of Toji V Gojo.

Gojo & Sukuna = Gods amongst Mortals

Maki & Toji = The Mortals

Toji’s lack of cursed energy and physical abilities also with the inverted spear allowed him to kill Satoru.

What if this will be repeated history with Maki - with something from the Zen’in vault?

If Maki could then save Megumi, then they could work to rebuild the Zen’in clan in their image: modern, fair and open.

That’s one theory anyway since we’ve seen that Sukuna cherishes and admires strength and power.

Theory Two

Choso Kills Kenjaku

OKAY SO Choso’s whole character is family. His whole aim since day one has been his brothers. What if choso kills kenjaku, as his revenge? Noritoshi Kamo is the one who both created AND destroyed Choso’s family - it would be poetic justice for Choso to be the one to kill him, since he has known nothing but manipulation and violence since his ‘birth’.

Theory Three

Yuuji kills Sukuna

Sukuna took so much from yuuji it would just be JUSTICE but also remember during the exchange event arc megumi really emphasised how even without cursed energy yuuji would still destroy them all in hand to hand combat? I think that’s rly important here. This kinda follows the same logic as my maki theory but I just have this feeling that Sukuna can’t be taken down with cursed techniques or DE, it has to be raw unbridled power. Like I said Sukuna respects and covets power and maybe it’s because he knows that’s the one thing that could kill a god like him.

Plus - this ties in with ‘start by saving me, Itadori’ and megumi and Yuuji’s promises and threats to not die. Regardless of whether or not u ship them romantically, their relationship (platonic or not) has been at the forefront of the entire series - it would make sense for Itadori starting his full Sukuna free life by the first person he really saves being Megumi.

Also I like this because remember the ‘Nah, I’d win’ conversion with Gojo? Wouldn’t it be cool if it was actually Yuuji who won - saving Gojo, Megumi and everyone else?

Theory Four

Inumaki is gonna have a big part to play. Idk what, but the timing of his return lends itself to this.

Also, Nobara isn’t dead. The other person that gojo Shoko and Ijichi were talking about was Nobara and she ain’t dead but severely injured and I think she’s gonna come in with a dramatic ‘here to save ur sorry asses’ moment bc it just is very on brand for her.

Theory Five

Why Gojover isn’t happening now/ever.

But especially now.

OKAY business perspective ik it takes away from the ‘story’ part but don’t forget that Gege has editors and he needs to sell more copies of future editions and chapters so a certain amount of fan service is required, Gojo stole the show literally - they know that killing him off is a bad business choice at any point, but especially in such an anti-climactic way.

Another rly important point is every character who’s had a huge impact on the story and then subsequently fuckin died, think Geto, Nanami, Toji - they’ve all had a poignant death and Gojo has had even more of an impact on the story.

Geto: you could at least curse me a little in the end and his moment w gojo in the alley

Nanami: you’ve got it from here looking at yuuji his protege who he was so tough on and then telling him essentially he trusted and believed in him

Toji: my kid will be sold to the Zen’in’s, do what you will after pushing gojo to unlock his full potential thru fuckin stabbing him and then gojo stopping the sale of megumi

After all of these deaths they’re not gonna do:

Gojo: 3 chapters, gets slashed in the neck and fucking croaks.

That’s just bad storytelling and no matter how cruel he is Gege is a phenomenal storyteller

NEXT point is I think this is where we’re finally gonna see some real RCT. It’s interesting how Gojo said he doesn’t mind going HAM on Megumi’s body bc he looks like his dad - I don’t think that’s a coincidence that he’s fighting someone who looks so like Toji and then gets slashed in his neck? Seems a bit like repeating history, but I think even Gojo’s RCT won’t cut it - I think it’ll be Shoko who saves him.

The giveaway for this for me was ‘You were never alone’ and her reminiscing. She’s always been there for the two boys and she always will be - she’s the most powerful RCT user and she’s never left Gojo’s side, and she won’t fail him now. She will heal his neck, because he’s not alone at the top of the food chain. Pair with this if Utahime is still using her amplification technique, Shoko is almost unstoppable in terms of RCT.

We’ve seen this situation with Yuuta and Yuuji too, so there’s canon evidence of its existence and potential.

Also - I don’t think the Tojification of Gojo is accidental or just gege having a hard on for Toji. This is again a Man Vs God situation, take this and use it on Toji (man) v Gojo (god), but now it’s Gojo (man) vs Sukuna (god). Ultimately, Toji killed Gojo. He killed a God by force. Maybe that’s some foreshadowing idk idk.

Theory six

Yuuta kills Kenjaku.

Don’t fight me on this one. It’s feminine intuition. Idk why or how or where but it’s gna happen.

Theory seven

Noritoshi Kamo kills Noritoshi Kamo.

The battle of the Noritoshi’s.

Won’t happen but would be funny and I would enjoy the confusion at the both screaming each others names and it being their own names like the confusion from Shibuya.

Theory Eight

I kill Sukuna and Kenjaku.

They’re testing my patience rn, and they’re hurting my babies. Mama Pixie is unhappy. I’ll chase after them both and beat them with a frying pan until they both apologise and get me a bouquet each for being such unruly boys and then they will make ‘I’m sorry for killing your brother/I’m sorry for taking your eye out/sorry for living in ur body and taking ur heart out/sorry for killing ur sister and then taking ur body/sorry for using ur ex-bfs body as a marionette’ cards for everyone and I put them in time out (hell).

#jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jjk #gojo satoru #maki zenin #jujutsu kaisen yuuji

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checkoutmybookshelf · 1 month

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And the Familiar was a Sourdough Starter

This is actually not a book I picked up, it was a book a friend who is very into baking loaned me. And let me just tell you, it was a DELIGHT from start to finish. There were baked goods, an aggressive sourdough starter, and so, so many gingerbread cookies. There were also excellent questions about what it is to be a hero, the limitations and failures of authority, and under what precise circumstances climbing up a garderobe becomes a viable option (spoiler alert: it's when there are literally no other options). Let's talk A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking.

There will Be SPOILERS below the break! Be warned!

Fourteen-year-old Mona is a baker first and foremost. If she sometimes can save overworked dough with magic or make a like of gingerbread men can-can, well thats just a thing she can do. She is a baker. Until, of course, a dead body shows up on the kitchen floor.

Dead bodies showing up randomly is just never, ever a good thing.

Its even less a good thing when a bougie, dickheaded wizard from the castle decides you did it, and because a whole lot of people at a whole lot of levels failed catastrophically in their job, you end up in the position of having to climb a garderrobe to galvanize a weak leader into not doing a magical racism. And then because EVEN MORE PEOPLE FAILED TO DO THEIR JOBS, you at 14 are the last wizard left to defend the city (which is currently sans army) against a bunch of mercenary raiders. Oh, and your magic is entirely bread-based.

I, much like Mona was, would have been royally pissed that I had to be a city-saving hero at 14 because the system and a bunch of key individuals failed that hard and it somehow got left to me. And that is possibly one of the best parts of this book, is that discussion that heroes rarely feel heroic, and then asks WHY. And the answer is almost always some variation on "because a bunch of other adults fucked up." And that sucks, and it's hard, and it's unfair, and all of that is acknowledged in story. But Mona still has to step up and BE that hero.

Thankfully, however, the book at least acknowledges that the 14-year-old should never have to make the sacrifice play. Knackering Molly, a deadass (pun fully intended) horse necromancer who was heavily implied to have been forcibly employed by and subsequently deeply traumatized by the army in her youth, steps up to make the sacrifice play to save the city that did her so dirty. And she does it not because it's heroic or even because it's the right thing to do, no. She does it because if she doesn't, then another wizard kid--of whom she is rather fond--would have to. It's not fair that Molly has to take that hit either, but she was a grown-ass adult who was capable of making that choice, and I love that she did it for Mona. If Mona hadn't been in the picture, I think Molly would have let the city fall without a second thought. And that might even have been the right choice.

Wrapped up in Mona's hard lesson in adults fucking up is a hard lesson about the fact that authority can be weak and corrupt, and it can and will use state actors (the "all cops are bad" energy of a couple of scenes in this book is legendary) to oppress and murder people without power or authority. It encourages questioning and holding authority figures accountable. And once the fight is over, it acknowledges that being given a butt-ton of awards and recognition doesn't make any of it ok. Mona is still angry at the Duchess after all is said and done, and that is very much framed as perfectly understandable and acceptable.

Now, while the politics and power brokering and coming into an adult understanding of how systems of authority work are really excellent parts of this book, they're not the only excellent bits. We have got to talk about the magic system.

People who hate soft magic systems should leave now, because the magic system in this book is softer than raw dough. There is no Sandersonian breath counting here. But I have always thought that magic systems shouldn't get in the way of a good story, and I like a good soft magic system. This one also goes back to basics with what they call sympathetic magic--basically, if you have a bit if a thing, you can command the rest of the thing (you might recognize this as thaumaturgy).

This works beautifully for baking magic, because you can do a LOT of this with dough. And Mona does, from little magics like saving overworked dough or stopping biscuits from burning to full on bad gingerbread men who sabotage the enemy and GIANT BREAD GOLEMS. Seriously, the magic and the baking works together with a natural synergy that just happens effortlessly. The gingerbread men are sassy and wonderful.

But of course I would be remiss if I didn't mention Bob the Sourdough Starter. Bob is...an accident, more or less, from when Mona panicked that she had killed her aunt's sourdough starter and threw magic at it. Bob was the result. Bob eats flour, sugar, odds and ends of baking, and the odd dead fish when nobody's looking. He also has definite opinions about people. Mona is the center of his world, and Spindle and Aunt Tabitha are acceptable. Uncle Albert gets growled at, and when Mona yeets Bob at the Spring Green Man during his attempted assassination of her, Bob burns the Spring Green Man like acid. Needless to say, when the city is besieged, they yeet chunks of Bob at the oncoming hordes and it is...disturbingly effective.

In this house, we stan Bob. From a safe distance and with a haddock I hand, if at all possible.

Overall, this book was a delight to read, and I'm a little sad I have to return it to one of my book buddies. Mona was a treat as a protagonist, the supporting cast was colorful and fun, and the stakes were realistically high. I highly recommend this treat of a book.

#a wizard's guide to defensive baking #middle grade fantasy #ya fantasy #bread magic #books and reading #books #books and novels #books & libraries #book recommendations #book review

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sealrock · 9 months

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WoL Inspo Chart

I was tagged by @airis-ray for this, ty for the tag! this chart was fun, and challenging, to do because I had to look beyond heather as paris' main source of inspiration yes I cheated and added two characters from the same source material shhh

I'll be tagging @ahollowgrave @withheartsaligned @archaiclumina and @shroudkeeper (feel free to skip if you've already done this!)

get the template here!

without further ado, and in no particular order, I will explain under the cut what each character means for my wol:

james heller of prototype 2: like james, paris became cynical and developed a grim outlook on life after being the warrior of light for as long as they have. they both also have a similar one track mind: getting back at the source that caused them grief (alex mercer for james, halmarut for paris). besides this, paris has the mouth of a sailor and will curse up a storm when angry or irritated

dabi of boku no hero academia: I haven't read this manga in quite a while and I've only got back into it via leaks, but dabi has always been my favorite well after I dropped the manga. dabi is here purely for aesthetic reasons, for the 'cool & edgy factor' if you will. but some of dabi's more intimate traits and motivations are reflected in paris as well, especially with regards to endeavor (which, in turn, relate to andromache). I won't go into much detail because of spoilers and that it's not finished yet, but if you know dabi's whole story you'll know what I mean

heather mason of silent hill 3: like I said above, heather is the linchpin to paris' whole state of being. paris has a lot of heather's traits and personality baked into them, which I explained a little better here. paris, to me, is much like a survival horror character since their personality doesn't seem to fit the overall hopeful and happy tone of ff14. I imagine if you put paris in silent hill nothing would change; in fact, their own otherworld dimension may be no different from any of the other characters

tommy vercetti of gta vice city: paris tends to have a violent streak, which directly comes from tommy. tommy is also here for the cool factor, but paris is also intelligent, sarcastic, and cunning. paris tends to work alone like tommy and rarely asks for help. and like tommy, paris has little respect for authority and goes out of their way to antagonize authority figures (i.e.; their grandfather, political leaders and allies, etc.)

hitoshi shinso of boku no hero academia: they both have eyebags and are roughly the same height, what can I say? when paris isn't caught up in rage, they're stoic, distant, and sometimes petty much like hitoshi. they also fight dirty when the situation calls for it, and they will use anything to get the upper hand on their opponent

asuka langley soryu of neon genesis evangelion: while heather is the main inspiration, I would call asuka the secondary inspiration. paris in their teenaged years was much like asuka; arrogant, immature, aggressive, and stubborn in order to hide the still raw and vulnerable side of themself left behind from their parents, especially andromache. like asuka, paris refused to cry or show any sign of weakness in front of anybody and resolved to become self-sufficient to an almost obsessive degree, but this only served to damage paris' self-esteem growing up. despite having grown jaded and subdued in some ways, paris is still haunted by an inferiority complex like asuka: instead of it being centered around a love interest, paris' inferiority complex is based on their mother and paris' perceived lack of strength and fortitude against her as an opponent

#tag game #ty for the tag!#i'll eventually clean up paris' bio to reflect these hopefully #but i guess i can say paris is a very multifaceted and conflicted individual who doesn't know how to properly express their emotions #i imagine people tend to fall for paris' facade of being aloof and an asshole and don't look deeper to see a very traumatized person #and their actions don't always reflect their words and vice versa #hopefully all of this makes sense because it's currently 4am at the time of writing this post orz #meta.

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valkblue · 2 years

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Tell me more about Doctor Pershing. I heard his enthusiasm outweights his discretion. 😎

PERSHIIING!!! 🥰 OMG, I'm the one being enthusiastic right now!!

My favorite line

"I protected him! I protected him. If it wasn't for me, he would already be dead!" And, honestly, the raw "Nononononooo!" as well when he throws himself between Din's blaster and the Child, thinking he's about to kill him!!! 😭👍 True Hero.

My favorite moment

This one. The "He's just a child" one…

My heart honestly clenched when I saw this scene the first time… and 816454728 rewatches later, it still does!! (Also Omid Abtahi is awesome. If I didn't like him before, I'd like him now because of this role.)

My favorite strength

He dared throwing himself in front of a kriffing Mando who just blasted the entire place, the stormtroopers in it, and his G0-T0 probe-droid!!! Come on!!!

My favorite weakness

... he did that, but after Din shoved him aside, he stayed cowering in his corner. BUT!!! You'll notice he didn't hide, he just looked like he didn't want to provoke Din more, and because he kept talking even though there was the all-too-real threat of a blaster ready to fire any time. He kept pleading for the Child, not for himself!! Honestly, (season one's) Pershing is a gem. Must protecc.

My favorite personal headcanon

Tiny spoiler but not really: my headcanon about him is going to be an entire plot point later in Lost and Found so, I'll elaborate more only if pressed in later chapters but we know the kid could have scronch him now, and yet he didn't. That's because the kid knows Pershing means him no arm, he likes him even, and let him do the tests. 👀

I have spoken. ✌️

#ask game #favourite characters #hathorik #thank you so much!!!!#pershing #doctor pershing #the mandalorian

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Thoughts on Weak Hero Chapter 248

I don't have money for fast pass so NO SPOILERS PLEASE. Also spoilers for those who haven't read the chapter today. You've been warned!

This is the final part of Ben's battle against Donald and it was exhilarating reading the fight. It's a testament to Ben's strength that he was able to hold out against Donald for that long. This is sort of an analysis + my general thoughts on Ben, Donald and Gray.

Ben and his strength

I feel like some ppl in the fandom are thinking Ben's weak for losing, but on the contrary. He is the ONLY PERSON who ever pushed Donald to the edge. With everyone else, Wolf, Jimmy, the Mokha duo etc, Donald beat to submission. Taking into account Ben's trauma from being beaten to a pulp by Donald in the past, it make him taking a stand against that nigh undefeatable monster even more of an amazing feat.

Ben's punches made Donald doubt himself, that if he got hit head on by Ben's sledgehammer punches he would 100% go down. I find the pillar imagery to be really effective in conveying the extent of Ben's raw power, as well as describing his general fighting style. As described by Gray, Ben is so strong that he ends all his fights in a single hit. He hasn't had to chain attacks or think too hard about battle tactics because he is just that strong. However, against an opponent like Donald, he had to start training harder and learning how to combo attacks. Ben's not the type to think of complicated attack patterns, so I really like that his method was to just get a punch in and focus on getting the next hit.

Aside from his physical power, Ben is also strong mentally. He is one of the pillars of Eunjang (along with Gerard) and has had to shoulder all the pressure of being the strongest and the one who has the highest chances of beating Donald one on one. Not only that he's usually the one who comforts and supports his friends, like when he helped out Gray and when he tried to cheer them up with snacks and drinks. However he keeps a lot of his struggles to himself. :(

His mental fortitude gives way to his willpower to succeed and persevere in his fight with Donald. Despite being beaten he passed out standing!!! And had to be physically brought to his knees.

To sum this section up, Ben is insanely strong and his fight against Donald demonstrates that. He isn't weak for losing, in fact it shows his strength to keep pushing forward.

Donald's Dominion

To really hammer in how significant Ben's fight against Donald was, aside from all the shocked expressions from all the side characters... I feel the need to discuss the sheer magnitude of Donald's power and influence over the Yeungdeungpo region (and to some extent over cheongang).

Donald is heavily involved with major industries around the region, such as construction, transport, garments, whatever you can think of he probably has a piece of the pie. His business sense is finely honed, to the point where seasoned adult professionals and old farts with power acknowledge his intellect and cunning, and fully trust Donald when it comes to managing businesses. Donald exercises his influence through his ability to manipulate the infrastructure and businesses which directly affect the other students.

For example, Donald and KHG uniforms collaborated, and the Ganghak thugs would beat up anyone not wearing a uniform from that brand. Next, the redevelopment scheme planned by Donald and a construction company CEO caused a lot of pollution and noise for the Singil Vet Clinic, owned by Eugene's aunt.

Donald has repeatedly showcased his overwhelming strength and intellect, as the leader of the Union and through his ability to keep hundreds of thugs in line. He beats dissenters into submission and is able to tame beasts like Myles Joo, Wolf Keum and the Mok-Ha duo. He even defeated Changhui Han, leader of Cheongang. His combined brains and brawn elevate him to almost unbeatable status.

The only ones that could possibly challenge him now would be Ben Park and Gray Yeon. But after Ben's defeat, Gray is the only one left to challenge him.

Arrogance and Downfall

Donald's kingdom started to crack once Gray started making moves. It's clear he got arrogant and slightly complacent because of all the power he has. Donald's thoughts "You're actually trying to beat me? Unacceptable." As if the thought someone legitimately trying to take him down was outrageous. As the strongest and the smartest he genuinely thought that he was unbeatable. His confidence in his strength turned into complacency, which is why he didn't notice when his plans started falling apart. This confidence in his perceived sovereignty caused him to not prepare for potential flaws in his plan. Such as when Gray showed up at the same hospital, when Eugene won the grand prize with his light switch idea, and when Ben managed to instil the fear of losing into him. Donald's image as the unbeatable monster began to waver, and start to crumble.

All these factors, and Ben significantly weakening Donald, set up the perfect opportunity for the White Mamba to land his killing blow.

Gray Yeon: Weak Hero

The last panel of ch 248 sent chills down my spine. Seeing Gray that serious with the eyes of a predator, really shows that he's the one with the edge in the fight. The narration describes how Gray, during that entire fight between Donald and Ben, was analysing Donald's fighting style; "studying up" as he usually puts it. And seeing Gray so sure of his odds of success, and him being ready to fight, makes it clear that there is a chance that he will win. Gray never fights if he cannot win.

I am particularly excited for this fight given the multiple parallels between Gray and Donald we've seen thus far. They've had lonely childhoods and were bullied during their school years albeit for different reasons. Donald grew up in a troubled household amidst poverty, while Gray was a loner who had no motivation in life until he met Stephen. Both of them are cunning and calculated and would do anything to win. Donald has a selfish motivation, while Gray fights for his friends.

Another difference in this fight that I think would give Gray the edge is that Donald is in a very threatened and disoriented state. He had just exposed his vulnerable side in front of the entire union, basically breaking the unbeatable facade he'd work so hard to maintain. He barely put it back together, and would have succeeded if not for Gray. Gray on the other hand has completely analysed Donald's fighting style. He has his emotions in check and is entirely focused on taking Donald down. Meanwhile Donald has no idea what fighting Gray is going to be like, and according to the trend that everyone who fights Gray for the first time will lose.... it seems the odds will be in his favour.

Donald, in his weakened state, is definitely still a force to be reckoned with and Gray is not gonna have an easy time fighting him, especially since they're so similar. I believe in Gray though! He can do it!

Overall

The final fight to end all fights is coming up real soon! (for free readers that is) And I feel like the final battle arc is well paced, though I was kinda disappointed the Naksung v Philip fight got offscreened. Super hyped for Donald vs gray and I might reread the whole final battle arc again.

#Weak Hero webtoon #ben park #gray yeon #Donald na #weak hero #weak hero analysis

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aconstantstateofbladerunner · 2 years

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you got any toshinko headcanons? I love the way you write them...

Thanks! They’re kind of my OTP by default since while I do ship a few things, they’re the only ones I enjoy writing. I don’t really have many centralized headcanons (things that i keep the same across multiple stories) like I do with individual characters, however, since all four of my fics featuring Toshinko find them in wildly different circumstances. Hopefully you’re cool with this, but for this post i’m going to write headcanons for them in Dekugate, since that’s the project I’m currently working on, and it’s the one where the actual fic focuses on their dynamic the least. Feel free to ask for more!

- we see a bit of this in the fic, but the two are the kind of couple that teases/insults one another as a way of flirting. This came about as a sort of solution to a problem they both had with self-deprivation. Instead of honestly putting themselves down, they put each other down in silly and exaggerated ways they can never take seriously.

- (Ironically, Izuku has not inherited even a bit of their sense of humor. He barely has a sense of humor at all. None of them are sure why.)

- Speaking of things they love but Izuku doesn’t get: they’re both very outdoorsy. They love camping, hiking, and just being in nature. Most of their days off are spend in local parks or on top of mountains, whatever they have time for. Nothing better than snuggling in a tent.

- Toshi’s love language is gift giving and food making. The food part he especially got into after his injury as a way of vicariously enjoying food through his wife’s reactions to his excellent cooking.

- Inko’s love language is spending time together. Even when they are doing different things, when they are doing them in the same room, she’s content. But doing something together is when she’s happiest. Or not doing anything. Simply sitting together in comfortable silence is her heaven.

- Their hero work doesn’t overlap too often, but when it does, they are a force to be reckoned with. Inko’s precision compliments Toshi’s raw power better than anyone ever expects, much to the pain of villains. Part of the reason there isn’t much bystander footage of these fights is because they tend not to last long.

- There relationship has only been seriously challenged 3 times.

The first was after Toshi left to go fight All for One. He left without telling Inko, and came back barely alive. She felt like she was abandoned, like he cared more about his mission (and his dead master) than his living family. And his refusal to take care of himself at first after the fact nearly drove her away.

The second was when Toshi wanted to give Izuku One for All. He brought it up to her before Izuku, and she was largely against it. He at first thought her refusal came from looking down on Izuku for being quirkless, like there was some inborn weakness in him that would never be fixed even if he had a quirk. And he couldn’t understand her reasoning that he could get hurt when they themselves were heroes who risked their lives every day. And wouldn’t the risk be worth it if it made their son happy?

The third is a spoiler for the fic.

#answers #toshinko #all might x inko #all might #yagi toshinori #midoriya inko #midoriya izuku #my hero academia

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invisibilias · 2 years

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We of the Fantastic Four did not choose to be 'super-heroes.' We are just ordinary people who fate selected to be more than human. Unfortunately, or fortunately, we did not lose our human foibles when we gained our powers.

► GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME & ALIAS: susan storm-richards / invisible woman CURRENT TEAM(S): fantastic four / baxter foundation AGE: 40′s GENDER IDENTITY: cisgendered female SEXUALITY: heterosexual NATIONALITY: american ETHNICITY: white MULTIVERSAL ORIGIN: earth-616

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: gugu mbatha-raw SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: none HAIR COLOR: blonde EYE COLOR: blue ACCENT: american CURRENT COSTUME: a version of this ( mom spoilers )

► BACKGROUND

CURRENT HOME: 4 yancy street, nyc PAST OCCUPATION: scientist CURRENT OCCUPATION: mother, fantastic four member, multiverse traveler SNAP STATUS: survived in another reality

► RELATIONS

SIBLING(S): johnny storm ( brother ) PARTNER(S): reed richards ( husband ) CHILDREN: franklin richards ( son ), valeria richards ( daughter ) BEST FRIEND: alicia masters ADVERSARY: victor von doom / doctor doom

► HEADCANONS/FUN FACTS

she received a doctorate in quantum theory pre space travel. since then, she’s also received one in multiversal theory

current expert in multiversal theory

will do anything for her children

susan does not love one of her kids more than the other. she loves them each for their various strengths and weaknesses.

reed richards is the biggest jackass she knows ( but she loves him dearly )

her brief interest in ben and the later events of their trip to the moon remain susan’s biggest regret. she felt like she had to help him and alicia get together to make up for what she did / the things she said

susan felt like she had to raise johnny for a while

she was an agent of shield who ran missions to help the government with her powers. she still will freelance on occasion

she recently learned what she can do with light manipulation thanks to franklin

her sons powers shrinking concerns susan because she doesn’t know how her son will handle it

reed’s the one true love in susan’s life and always will be, even if they have to step back to take time to work on their marriage

► WANTED CONNECTIONS

reed richards -- husband <3

franklin & valeria richards -- children <3

johnny storm -- brother.

doctor doom -- it’s complicated.

#mvmprompts #prompt

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kyghostly · 1 year

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CHAPTER 235 SPOILERS BELOW

omg....donald and kingsley divorce arc real...

#he slapped the glasses off him??? rudeass #do u know how much those cost #weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero raw spoilers #kingsley kwan #donald na #baekjin na #kyro.txt

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ladyelainehilfur · 1 year

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this is so sosososososososo cute I'm going to sob 😭😭😭😭 Gerard's got a fanboy!! he saw Gerard live and bought the CD too! look at the way he lit up 😭 why am I so happy for the both of them

#yes fine okay I very much AM thinking of my kband idol AU for Gerard #IT'S BASICALLY CANON????#GERARD IS GONNA END UP BEING REALLY FAMOUS WHEN THE WEBTOON IS OVER I SAID WHAT I SAID #weak hero #weak hero raw spoilers

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bluebird990 · 9 months

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CHAPTER 256 SPOILERS!!

Them: Let's just kill him instead ^.^

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero raw spoilers #donald na

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kurozu501 · 6 years

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OH FUCK HE KILLS KARNA WITH ASTOLFO’S SWORD I LOVE IT

#Fate Apocrypha #fate series #type moon #Sieg #Karna #Astolfo #fate apocrypha spoilers #spoilers #like i love the symbolism of that #he wins ultimately with the first sword that was given to him by the first hero who saved him #the sword that has truly become his and a symbol of himself #and it might be just a weak d rank noble phantasm with no special powers #but when karna's lost his armor its enough #both the major fights in this ep were pretty raw and epic #even tho they had the unfortunate shaky cam bullshit where it was often hard to tell what the fuck is happening

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0lympia · 3 years

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“when the pillars fall” shoto todoroki

Inspired by @/maddsbuckley on TikTok. Please go check her out, she’s amazing!

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summary: shoto todoroki is strong, and he’s got the good looks to boot. but sometimes, in the dead of night, he falls apart and without fail, you’re there. you’re always there for him. then, the pillars fell, and he’s there for you just as much as you are for him.

genre: angst with a kinda happy ending

warnings: manga spoilers, takes place after the war arc, some cursing, critical injuries, hospitalization, shoto and reader are weak for each other

word count: 2,217

Shoto Todoroki is supposed to be a hero prodigy. Shoto Todoroki is supposed to stand tall and strong, and keep his father's hero legacy alive.

And he's all of those things. Except for late at night when he comes creeping into your dorm with the key you gave him to crawl underneath the covers with you because of a nightmare he had.

"I'm sorry. I can go if you want." Is what he says the first time he comes to your dorm, but knocking this time because you had yet to give him his own key.

"You've gotta at least tell me what's wrong first." You say gently, and he crumbles. He mumbles that it was just a silly little nightmare as tears roll slowly down his face and you pull him into your dorm to cuddle.

"It's not stupid if it woke you up, Sho," You say as he pulls you into him like you're a teddy bear. And it’s always a little awkward cuddling with him after he’s had a nightmare, his body fluctuating sporadically between hot and cold, but you don’t mind because the longer he holds you the faster you fall back asleep.

You ask him if he wants to tell you about it, but Shoto never does, saying that he’s already forgotten, but the feeling stays longer than the visual. And you nod, and drift off faster than you should, but Shoto doesn’t mind - he never does - and he’s so completely lost in you. He’s so completely enamored by you, and he’s never been so happy to be lost.

He continues to knock for his next five visits after the first night, and you eventually get tired of him waking you up in the dead of the night so you give him his own key.

The seventh time he shows up at your door, he doesn’t use the key. No, instead, he stands outside your door and calls you. The dial tone rings in his ear and it doesn’t help soothe the tightness in his chest or the lump in his throat at all, and he wonders if it’s really so bad for him to use the key you’d given him. Eventually though, you answer - you always do - and he falls in love with you all over again.

“Sho?” You ask, voice scratchy and stiff, and he can hear you through the door, “What’s going on?”

It’s technically a stupid question to ask, you know he’d only ever call you so late at night if he’d had a nightmare, but he also doesn’t call you very often either.

“Can I come in?” Shoto asks, and you make a groggy noise of confusion.

“What d’ya mean, Sho?”

“Can I come in?” He repeats, and then softly knocks twice on your door.

You hang up then, and Shoto watches your door swing open with tears pricking at his eyes. And when you drag him into bed with you the world feels like it could never be wide enough.

x x x

Then, your world fell apart.

The pillars that held up Japan’s hero society crumbled in a measly seven hours.

With too many prison breaks, fatalities, and injuries to count, Shoto could care less. Because you were gone. He’d been with you early that morning, before everything fell apart.

He’d been in bed with you, cuddled up close and basking in your presence, the two of you had changed into your hero costumes together. He’d been with you for hundreds of hours too little that morning, and he wants to know where you are.

He asks his older brother Natsuo where you are by showing him the little sticky note that he’d written the question on and shown to every nurse, doctor, teacher, and friend that came in to see him. His throat had been burned to hell, and he wished more than anything to get up and ask every damned person in the hospital where you were.

He’s supposed to be talking about Touya - he’s not Touya anymore, he has to remind to himself, that man is Dabi, not Touya - and all he can think about is you.

Shoto has to remind himself that he can’t cry. Because right now, the people around him need him to be strong, and that includes you, where ever you are. He hopes you can feel him wavering, desperately wishes for you to show up.

It’s on his sixth night in the hospital that somebody finally tells him where you are. It’s Bakugo, surprisingly enough.

“Hey, IcyHot,” Bakugo greets, and Shoto uses text-to-speech to ask him if he should even be walking. The blonde is covered in just as many bandages as Shoto, and when Aizawa had come by on his third day in the hospital, Shoto had been told all about everybody’s condition except yours.

“Yeah, i’m fine,” Bakugo says, easing himself into hard plastic chair next to Shoto’s hospital bed, “Y/N’s not though.”

Shoto croaks out a pathetic noise, but Bakugo doesn’t need prompting.

“All the other damn extras said not to say anything to you,” Bakugo continues, and for the first time ever, the cocky blonde is visibly nervous, worried, even, “Y/N’s in the ICU. They haven’t stabilized since they got in. Nobody’s told me what happened to them, but apparently Dunce Face was one of the last people to see her before she was brought here. He... He thought that Y/N was already dead when he last saw them. They’re in a medically induced coma, according to Mr.Aizawa.”

Shoto sits there, in silence except for the quiet humming of the AC unit, for thirty minutes. Bakugo sits with him, just as quiet.

“Where are they now?” Shoto’s phone asks, the words choppy and abrupt, and Bakugo looks pained when he tells him your room number. Neither of them do anything for a while after that, and Bakugo sits in the hard plastic chair that’d begun to make his butt sore until Shoto falls asleep with a million things on the tip of his tongue.

Shoto is released from the hospital four days later, extensive healing and pain meds made sure of that, and nobody had been allowed to see you yet. He’d asked around, and eventually he learned that you’d undergone six different procedures since you’d arrived.

Tonight would be your seventh.

x x x

It’s hot. Very hot.

The flames are blue, and a few of them lick at you, but they don’t burn. There’s a battle cry from both sides, and you watch as villains pour from the Gunga Mountain Villa. It takes five minutes, and war has broken out all around you.

You’re fighting too, better suited for close combat, and you’re watching your classmates, your friends being battered around, fighting in a war that they shouldn’t be fighting.

You’re the first to make inside the building, and you’re vaguely aware that you’re bleeding. Fatgum tells you to retreat, telling you that you look on the verge of death. You tell him you’re fine.

You’re not fine. The building is rumbling, and the ceiling’s begun to cave in, it’s hard to breathe, and you can’t see through the blood that’s caked over your left eye.

The pillars fall in seven seconds, and you fall too.

You call for him, for Shoto, in the last three seconds of your consciousness, you call for him.

It’s dark.

x x x

When you wake up, really wake up and open your eyes to look right into the harsh white fluorescent lights of your hospital room, nobody’s there with you. There’s a vase of dying roses on the windowsill, and you can already tell from the crisp handwriting on the brown tag that Shoto had been the one to leave them. And it’s cold, but you prefer that to the blazing heat you’d felt when you’d fallen asleep.

Where is Sho anyway?

Your heart monitor steadily beeps away, and when a nurse comes in to check your vitals she’s surprised to see you’re awake. And even more surprised when the first thing you ask for is Shoto.

“Sho,” You say, and your voice is dry and raw and barely a whisper, “Where’s Sho?”

The nurse stares at you wide-eyes for a moment, before she gets you a little dixie cup of water.

“Who’s Sho?” She asks, and you struggle to swallow the little cup of water she’d given you.

“Shoto Todoroki,” You say, “Is he here?”

The nurse purses her lips, and looks at you sadly, and you wonder what she’s thinking about before she tells you that she’ll be right back with the doctor. She leaves three more dixie cups of water on your foldaway table before leaving.

You sit there for almost an hour before the door opens again, and it’s a horrible hour because every time you close your eyes all you can see is the bloody battle that should have killed you.

The doctor comes in first, and right behind him is the person you’d been thinking about since you’d woken up. You’d been with him all that morning before the war, and all that night. And you were with him now.

The doctor tells you what day it is, and you start crying when he tells you it’s been almost a month since you’d first been admitted to the hospital.

“Fuck,” You whimper, voice crackling and breaking as you reach out for Shoto, and he’s there - he always is - and his hand feels so good in yours - it always does - and you start crying even harder when you see the tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Sho. You look so tired.”

“I love you,” And he says it like there will never be another chance to say it, and once the first ‘I love you’ leaves his mouth fifty more follow. And the doctor looks you over as best he can, before telling you that you’re cleared for visitors and that you’d be able to leave within the week.

And as Shoto begins to cry he has to remind himself that he is supposed to be a hero prodigy. That he’s supposed to stand tall and strong, and keep his father's hero legacy alive. But you hold onto his fingers so tightly, and for once, you’re asking if you can come over because you’ve just had a nightmare. It’s a shared nightmare, Shoto tells you, shared by millions.

Two days later you’re allowed to go back home, back to the dorms, and Shoto has to help you get dressed because you can barely breathe standing up let alone walk without your legs collapsing. Shoto kisses your tears away when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You’re covered in scars, and there are still stitches in places where the wounds were slower to heal.

Your whole world fell apart in seven hours that day, and it continued to fall apart after that. Shoto’s there for you the whole way back to UA, and he tells you that your school, your second home, had become a home to thousands of others too. Shoto had given his dorm away and he’d been staying at his family home while you’d been in the hospital.

But your dorm is still there. And nothing’s changed at all.

“I’ve also been staying here too,” Shoto tells you when he helps you into bed, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all, Sho,” You tell him - you never do mind - and he crawls into bed next to you, minding your right knee with it’s poky little stitches and the new metal patella that replaced the kneecap you’d shattered during the war.

Japan fell apart in four days, Shoto tells you, and you can’t find it in you to care, because the world is too big and too wide but Shoto makes it feel smaller.

It was dark, when the pillars fell. And the two of you are blind, lost in it, and you’d never been so afraid of being lost.

“I don’t think I can go back to hero work,” You tell him early the next morning, as he gets dressed to go back to his family home, “Not for a long time.”

“That’s okay, my love,” He replies, he won’t tell you, but he’s not sure he wants you to go back, “Do you want to come home with me?”

He doesn’t need to ask, because he would have taken you with him anyway.

“Yeah,” You tell him, and you struggle to push yourself up into a sitting position, “Just... Will you promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Promise me you won’t die.”

It’s stupid thing to ask for, you know it is. Because everybody dies eventually, but you don’t know what you’d do if you lost him. The two of you are lost, but at least you’re together.

Shoto doesn’t need to question it, because he’d thought you were dead for almost a whole week. And he doesn’t ever want to be without you, even though he knows he’ll have to.

“I promise you, Y/N, I won’t ever leave you, and I won’t die.”

It’s dark, Shoto thinks, as he helps you into the back of his father’s car, But it’s much less dark with you.

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