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basically-i-write-shit · 3 years

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“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.”

The first time Reki hears this specific phrase is at one of Miya’s legal skate matches. He and Langa had to sneak out of school to go see it, but they’d promised Miya and, honestly, school is boring anyway. It had felt like a spy movie trying to sneak off of school grounds. One short train ride later finds them in the stands of an indoor arena, waiting patiently for Miya’s race to begin, chatting idly.

“So these jumps in snowboarding, are they-”

“See, I told you we were late!” A familiar voice cuts Reki off, and he turns his head in the direction he’d heard it, gasping when he sees two of the last people he’d expected to see at a middle school skateboard race.

“We aren’t late, look at the board dimwit! Chinen is next,”

“We should’ve been here for the first race, it’s only polite! Miya probably thinks we didn’t come now.”

“Well whose fault is it that the server you scheduled to come in for the time you’d be gone didn’t show?”

“Not mine!”

“Oh rea-”

“Uh, Joe...Cherry...people’re looking.”

Joe and Cherry seem to finally remember they’re in public at Reki’s quiet whisper, and they pause their search for an open seat in the bleachers. “Ah. Reki. Langa.”

“What a coincidence.” Joe says, his cheeks dusted a light pink. He slips into the spot next to Reki. “Might as well sit here, eh, Kaoru?”

Cherry grumbles, sitting delicately next to Joe, arms crossed over his chest. “I suppose. Aren’t you boys supposed to be in school right now?”

“Half day,” Langa and Reki reply immediately, like they’d rehearsed. They both know that Joe and Cherry, of all people, know better; they also know neither of them could care less.

“Sure, sure. Hey look- Miya’s match is starting.” They turn to look at the arena once more when Joe points, and he’s right; Miya is lining up at the start with two other boys his age. The timer counts down and the race begins.

Watching Miya skate outside of S is interesting. Maybe it’s because there’s no sudden turns or extreme jumps, but he just seems so...bored. He easily overtakes the two boys and laps them once before he slows down, seemingly to allow the other boys to catch up so the race doesn’t end too quickly. Reki is amazed by some of the tricks he’s able to pull off, but he’s always impressed by Miya’s ability. By time the final lap comes around, Miya looks resigned to once again being the clear winner, and he looks resolutely to the stands only to catch sight of the strange quartet that is his friend group.

A bright smile slips onto Miya’s face, and he looks like he forgets he’s skating a minute because one of the other boys passes him, and that finally snaps him out of it. He speeds up and is just barely able to pass the other boy before he meets the finish line. The arena is full of cheers, but Reki and Langa holler loud enough they hear their voices echoing even as the cheers die down. The next race is beginning, but the race they came to see is over and so they hop up and make their way down to the hallway just outside the main part of the arena to wait for Miya. As they wait, they see an older looking couple waiting by the doors as well. Reki doesn’t mean to evesdrop, really, but he can’t really help it- they're not even two meters away.

“I’m glad we made it just in time. I feel horrible we have to leave so quickly after the race, though.”

“Oh, he understands, dear. At least we’re always here for what counts.”

“I wonder if he looks for us in the stands, before each match. Lord knows he doesn’t have the time to look while he’s skating. What if he doesn’t even know we’re here until he comes out?”

“You worry too much. Didn’t you see him earlier? I don’t think I’ve seen our Miya smile like that in ages! He definitely saw us.”

Those are Miya’s parents?

Just then, Miya comes out and immediately locks eyes with Reki. He grins, running up to the group, and is immediately met with pats on the back from Reki and a noogie from Joe, Cherry and Langa choosing to more politely congratulate him for his win. Reki watches Miya’s parents as their faces morph into shock, and he feels bad kind of. Miya’s father’s phone rings before they can call Miya’s name, and they’re rushing down the hall before Reki can tell Miya they’re waiting for him.

The second time Reki hears it, he’s at Langa’s place. They’d gone back to Langa’s after school because it was quieter, and they needed to actually do homework because they were both kind of sucking in Japanese lit; they blame it on skipping class to see Miya’s match, even though they were both doing bad before.

Sure, going to S later was also a benefit of hangingout after school, but it was mostly studying.

Mostly.

Langa’s mother, at some point, had come home from work and started on dinner but she was so quiet that neither of them had heard her over the low music they were playing while they did (or, more realistically, attempted) their work. She was so quiet, in fact, that she genuinely scares Reki when she knocks and enters Langa’s bedroom- he isn’t able to hide the shriek that slips from his mouth, nor can he hide the fact that he’s so scared he falls straight off of Langa’s bed and onto the floor. There’s a moment of shocked silence before Langa bursts out laughing, falling onto his back on the bed as he hides his face behind his textbook. Reki’s cheeks burn, and he takes the first thing he can find from Langa’s floor, an abandoned house slipper, and throws it at his friend. He misses and the slipper falls pathetically between the mattress and the wall.

“Hey! It’s not funny!” Reki whines. “Mrs. Hasegawa, I’m sorry, but you scared the crap outta me! We didn’t hear you come in!”

Mrs. Hasegawa isn’t laughing at him, but she does have a smile on her face as she replies, “Sorry Reki-kun! I’m glad you two weren’t doing anything I didn’t want to see, if you didn’t hear me then. I just wanted to let you boys know dinner’s ready. I assume you’re staying?”

Reki decidedly ignores the flush that climbs up his neck and ears at the suggestive comment. “Y- Yes please, Mrs. Hasegawa. Thank you.”

“Just come out whenever you’re ready, boys.” Mrs. Hasegawa smiles once more as she ducks out of Langa’s bedroom, and Reki turns to Langa who’s calmed down slightly, but still allows chuckles to shake his shoulders.

“You’re the worst.”

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect that reaction. You’re really easy to scare, aren’t you?” Langa asks, still laughing. Reki rolls his eyes.

“Whatever. I’m hungry, are we gonna eat or not?”

“I’m almost done with this section, and I want to write what I have before I forget. You can go sit with my mom, I’ll be out in five minutes tops.”

“As long as I’m allowed to start eating without you, otherwise I’ll just sit and wait.”

“Go and eat while it’s warm, but I can’t tell you it’ll be good. Dad was always the cook.” Langa says, not looking up from his notebook, and Reki nods as he climbs off the floor.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He calls over his shoulder, making his way to the door. It feels nice that Langa is slowly relaxing around him enough to talk about his dad, even if it’s just in offhanded comments like that. He’s never lost someone, himself, but he’s sure it’s hard to do.

Mrs. Hasegawa is setting up three plates at the small kitchen table when Reki enters the main part of the apartment, and she smiles at him.

“I know you two usually eat in Langa’s room when you’re over, but this is a little messy so I’d rather you eat in the kitchen. Sorry the table’s so small...”

“Oh, it’s no problem, I don’t mind! I usually eat at the table with my family, so it’s not too different to me, really.” Reki rubs at the back of his neck, smiling shyly at Langa’s mother. They haven’t really interacted much, and he’s always felt kinda awkward meeting friends’ parents. But it’s alright. Langa’s mom is cool. She lets her kid sneak out well past midnight and doesn’t ask about it, and always sends Langa to school with cool snacks in his bag. “So, uh- what’s for dinner, Mrs. Hasegawa?”

“Nanako’s fine,” She says, smiling, and Reki returns it. “It’s probably underwhelming, Langa still prefers american food over anything, so it’s just alfredo. It’s kinda hard to find here, but I should’ve figured that, haha!”

“Oh, I had that at Jo- at a friend’s place once! Langa said we could start eating, by the way, he’s just finishing a section on our homework.”

“Hopefully not copying off of you,” Nanako says, and Reki can’t tell if she’s joking or not. She laughs, and Reki laughs along as they sit down, her on one of the wooden chairs and Reki on the fold-out chair Nanako pulled out for him. She sighs as she scoops some of the pasta on the three plates evenly, handing Reki a fork. “I never did say thank you for becoming friends with him. So, thank you, Reki.”

Reki blushes and he sputters, looking at her. “Wh- What?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Langa happy. Since Oliver, he’s been...well, he hasn’t been himself. There were a few months where I wasn’t, either, before I realized I needed to take care of the both of us." Nanako says, her eyes sad as she looks at the pictureof Oliver they keep near the table. She turns back toReki. "And what happened, just now, I- Reki, I haven’t seen Langa smile like that in ages. Probably even before his dad died. So- thank you. You’re so important to him, and I thank the heavens every day for the change you brought to his life.”

And then there’s tears in Nanako’s eyes, and Reki can’t breathe, and he searches for something to say but he can’t come up with anything, and he’s about to just up and hug her when a hand falls on Reki’s shoulder.

“Did you make my mom cry for scaring you, Reki?”

“Sh- Shut up, bro, I did not!”

The third, and most unexpected, time Reki hears that specific phrase is actually at S. or, contextually, in Joe’s restaurant after S. The high of his near-win against Adam is beginning to wear off, and so while he waits for Langa to come back from dropping Miya off at home with the dope sketch bike he allows himself to lay his head on the table and close his eyes. His back and upper arms where he’d been dragged against the cliff are beginning to ache, and he’s sure he’s all scraped up, and he thanks the gods that the adrenaline at least carried him out of Crazy Rock and through a very carb-heavy late night snack.

Joe is a bit tipsy, stumbling around as he works to clean up the mess they’d made; he’d been making conversation with Cherry through the open door of the kitchen, but Cherry’s responses had slowly begun to slow and slur until they just finally stopped, the pain killers he’s on knocking him out, leaving Reki and Cherry in similar positions next to one another at the table. Reki feels at peace with the gentle sound of Joe washing dishes and occasionally cursing when he drops one too hard in the sink. So at peace that he actually does drift off, until he feels a hand petting his head gently, and Langa’s voice returns to his ears.

“..t home okay?”

“Yeah. I stayed and made sure he made it through his window alright.”

“Ah, I remember when Kaoru and I had to sneak out,” Joe sighs fondly. Reki keeps his eyes closed, suddenly exhausted. It doesn’t seem like they’re leaving just yet; Langa will shake him awake when it’s time. “It’s been a while since we’ve had to do that, though. Sometimes I wish we could go back to those days.”

“Do you?” Reki can practically hear the way Langa cocks his head as he asks his question.

“I mean, I wouldn’t want to be seventeen or making the same mistakes we did back then, but I do kind of miss the excitement that comes with sneaking out. Trying not to wake the parents, hiding the scrapes and bruises we got the night before.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure how Reki manages to lie to his mom about half of the injuries he gets,” Langa says, huffing out a laugh. Reki hides his face in his arm, smiling. It’s a bitch lying his way out of things sometimes. “Luckily most of his injuries from tonight are under his shirt, but still...”

Joe whistles. “Yeah, that looked like it’s gonna hurt later. You’ll make sure he cleans everything up when you get him home, and maybe do a concussion check before you let him go to sleep.”

“Of course.”

“Good, good...” Joe says, and then there’s a few seconds of silence before he lets out a sigh. “...God, that was a great fuckin’ race, though.”

Langa chuckles. “Yeah.”

“The kid scared me a bit, but that call with the wheels was a good one. Never in my years skating at S would I have thought to check the weather before a beef.”

“Reki’s so smart. He knows so much about skating, and whenever I ask he somehow finds a new thing to tell me about. He’s amazing.”

Reki fights the urge to groan, his face wrinkling against his sleeve. He wants to deny it, to whine and push Langa’s hand away in faux annoyance, but he just continues to pretend to sleep.

“Reki’s a good kid. And he managed to humiliate Adam tonight, on top of almost winning against him, so I think that’s a win in itself.” Joe says, only sounding a little jealous that it wasn’t him that got to embarrass his childhood friend. “God, that was hilarious.”

“It was.” There’s a smile in Langa’s voice, too. Reki smiles. He’d spent so long worrying that Langa would prefer Adam over him for nothing.

“He fell off his board- ha, the asshole was covered in mud! Did you see him?” Reki peers his eyes open and sees Joe, his face flushed from alcohol, his hair pushed back with a headband, grinning up at the ceiling. “Ka- Kaoru, you should’ve seen him- I haven’t- I haven’t...I haven’t seen him smile like that in ages. Adam fucked him up, when we were younger, y’know...”

Joe trails off, before he looks down and sees Reki’s now open eyes. He smiles.

“Hey, speedster. How ya doin’?”

Reki lifts his head and yawns, Langa’s hand falling from his hair. “’m fine, thanks Joe. Talkin’ about the race?”

“Yeah. You did great out there, kid. Now you two should get home and rest; I’m gonna finish cleaning up and do the same. Get Kaoru back to his place.”

Reki, still half-asleep, nods and allows Langa to herd him out the door. There’s a deep ache in his back and arms, a headache throbbing in his temples, but he can’t find it in himself to care. He settles in behind Langa and leans his heavy head against his friend’s shoulder.

"Hey Langa?"

"Hm?"

"...thanks for sticking around. I've got some cool friends."

There's a pause as Langa turns to look over at his shoulder at Reki. There's a crooked smile on his face and his eyebrows are raised. "I'm glad to have you as a friend too Reki. What brought that on?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to tell ya."

#sk8 fic #skate the infinity #sk8 the infinity fic #reki kyan #sk8 reki #long post #miya chinen #langa hasegawa #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #i just realized shadow isnt in this 🥺 sorry buddy

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belovasangel · 4 years

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Come Back to Me

Summary: Shawn missing big events leaves to beautiful memories and Christmas miracles

Pairing: Shawn x fem!Nurse!Reader

Warnings: swearing, light angst, fluff, flashback heavy, holiday feelings

A/N: Yup. Surprise. Also flashbacks are in italics, per usual. Also I am not Canadian so I don’t know if y’all celebrate Remembrance Day. For the sake of this story, pretend that it’s the equivalent to Thanksgiving.

Shawn took your hand as you barreled down the sidewalk, laughs flying past you in the wind. Tonight had been a perfect date, something great to wrap the summer up, full of time alone with your favorite guy (and your favorite wine). He had been planning this for weeks now, and you can even remember him talking about this back in June when his tour had been announced. The pandemic put a damper on your two’s plans since March, but once the numbers started decreasing did he get calls from managers, and then... there was another world tour. You weren’t mad, music was his passion. Even though you two would be wrapped in each other’s arms after a lovely night, you could tell behind his eyes he longed to play the guitar for different cities.

That’s why tonight was so important, because he started packing and planning, then he would leave on Wednesday for Prague. And of course, your job needed you in Toronto. While Canada hasn’t experienced any significantly alarming numbers, there were still cases rolling in. You insisted that Shawn goes on tour, so much that you had to pay for his first ticket yourself (he payed you back, though. He insisted).

Shawn skidded to a stop, turning around and putting his hands on your shoulders. “Now promise me you’re gonna close your eyes, just for a few seconds.”

You huffed and shrugged your shoulders, “Shawn I’m out of breathe, you made me run in heels for about half a mile... Give me 5 minutes instead.” With a quick chuckle, he pecked your lips and turned you around. You heard his shuffling from those black boots he wears to rubble, then decided to look around. He somehow managed to find a quaint park, with a nice bubbling fountain and family’s scattered around. Dogs were running a lit in the distance, and the bustle of the city wasn’t nearly as booming as it usually is. This was nice.

“Okay, turn around.”

With a giggle, you turned around to see Shawn on one knee. Behind him was a tree strung with lights that were glowing, and underneath the tree was champagne and a radio playing your two’s song, Turning the Page (Yeah, we know it’s from Twilight, but that doesn’t stop it from being any less romantic). He was kneeled on a red and white picnic blanket, the typical one you’d see in catalogues for fall. On the blanket were rose petals scattered.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), you have changed my life for the better. The moment you saw me in the E.R., and had to take care of my broken hand, I knew you were just as kind and gentle as you looked. Once you let me in, and take you on that shitty first date, I got to see the real you. The you that cries during every Disney movie, the you that would bring me breakfast in bed when I had a rough day, the you that would rescue a damn pigeon off the street because it looked sad. You are the most sincere, selfless, and intelligent woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I don’t want ever want to stop or slow down. You have become my life and my rock, I’m completely lost without you. I am utterly in love with you, (Y/N). I want us to have a family, I want to make an album for you, and everything in between. Will you please marry me?”

You shuddered awake, looking quickly at your blaring alarm from the end table. Picking it up and turning it off, the time read 4:25 A.M., signaling it was time to get ready for work. You got up, and went to open the blinds to your bedroom, watching the snow fall steadily. Slipping on your socks and bathrobe, you shuffled to the kitchen to get a cup of tea brewing before you hit the shower.

Mornings like this weren’t incredibly tough anymore, once Shawn was gone on tour. He face-timed you once a week because of tour, sent you letters and packages from your favorite cities, and even had roses delivered on your birthday. And of course, he always said, “Lemme see it. I wanna see you wear that pretty ring. There it is, there she is, soon-to-be Mrs. Mendes.”

Slipping in the hot shower, you played some of his songs, some of your regular playlists, and when you were throwing on your outfit, your two’s song. You missed Shawn. He had missed your two’s favorite holiday, Halloween, where you two always did the cheesy couple costumes. He missed your birthday, but he sent his family in place. He missed Remembrance Day, because in Europe that wasn’t a thing. And tomorrow is Christmas, where he has no sign of coming home whatsoever. That’s fine, though, because you took the long shift at the hospital.

When the song came to an end, you threw on your coat and snow boots, grabbing all the food and equipment you would need for a 12-hour and began to head out. Shawn sent you his daily vlog and you watched that on the shuttle. Once that was over, you got to the hospital where you would forget about your slightly more aching heart. After work, the routine would basically go in reverse. Commute home, get back into your pajama’s, drink some tea, get dinner, and go to bed, where you would have a restless night in an empty bed.

“When do you think we should have the wedding?”

Shawn looked over, a piece of popcorn hanging onto his lip like a lifeline. His cheeks were flushed and he still looked a little sweaty from the show he just played at TD Garden. He knew you were doing the planning to keep yourself from descending into madness (well, not entirely, but you only brought it up when you really missed him). “I think we should do a summer/fall sort of wedding, like when the leaves are red but it isn’t freezing by 5, ya know?”

You hummed in agreement, a smile picking at the corners of your mouth. “I completely agree. Do you want it to be outdoors then, because of the leaves?”

Shawn took another few things of popcorn from the bag and popped them into his swollen lips, he always licked them when he was frustrated by how a show went, or just when his mind was reeling. “I think we should get married outdoors, and then have the reception indoors. Kind of like-”

“Twilight...”

You both looked at the screen and snorted, sending both of you into fits of hysteria. “Shawn, we really base our relationship off of those books, didn’t we?” He looked over, licking his lips once again. “Explain, babe. I get a little bit, but our whole relationship?”

You shuffled in the bed a little bit, “Hear me out, Shawn-y boy. We met when you were hurt and I had to save you, or more-so your career. Edward saved Bella from the car, right? Right. So, there’s that. Then that girl who you worked on the album with tried to get you on the few dates, but that was long after we were official. Boom, Jacob plot line. Then you leave me for your first tour, which I get 100%, so don’t be upset over that. But the girl you worked with saw you kind of sad and made it her mission to befriend you and then attempt to change your mind over me... And our song is the one from their wedding, and we want an outdoors-y wedding.....”

Shawn looked at the screen, then back to the popcorn leaking butter in his hands. “Damn. So you’re saying that I’m Bella?” You began to shake your head, cheeks turning red. “Maybe I meant that wrong, but-”

“No, no you’re saying I’m Bella. Does that mean I get to wear the dress? I cannot wait to get married with no emotions and then have the ugliest CGI baby in the history of cinematics. Aren’t you so excited for that, my love?”

“Absolutely thrilled.”

The alarm on your phone blared once again, pulling you from Shawn. You picked up the phone, getting a few “Merry Christmas” texts from family and friends. You assumed Shawn was out partying with his crew mates, plus it must’ve been a busy day altogether. Turning off the alarm and standing, you pulled on the slippers and followed your routine again.

Once it got to 6:07, and still no text from Shawn, you decided to call him. Immediately, you were sent to voicemail. With a sigh, you waited for voicemail.

“Hey bubs, Merry Christmas! I miss you more than ever, it’s snowing here pretty rough. I know you’d probably go outside right about now and insist to make a snowman or some angels, so that might be a mission for me after work. Um, I wanted to let you know that I love you so much, and I hope you’re having fun on tour... The apartment isn’t the same without you here, especially around this time. You’re probably having fun with your friends and I don’t wanna intrude on that, so I’ll hang up. I love you Shawn, be careful. Stay safe, come back to me soon. Bye.”

Wiping the tear that fell down your cheek, you stepped outside your apartment, hopped into the elevator and began the commute to your shift. You got to work on record time, beginning your patient rounds and vitals, then celebrating with the coworkers. Working 6:30 AM-9:30 PM would be a tough one, but whatever to keep you under that roof. Plus, double-time because of the holiday.

Once it hit 9:30, you booked it out of the hospital and onto the shuttle. Your eyes were barely open as you saw the texts from Shawn.

(Shawn) 7:59 AM: Hey babe, I’m so sorry I didn’t answer your call! I can’t wait to see your face tonight, you still up for FaceTime?

(Shawn) 9:26 AM: I bet you’re busy, but I’m gonna be in a few conferences and doing press so I won’t be able to talk for a while. Love you!

(Shawn) 3:14 PM: (Y/N) I don’t think we can FaceTime tonight, I have to do something for a fan and it’s really important. I am so sorry.

(Shawn) 8:44 PM: Are you mad at me or are you still working?

(Shawn) 9:32 PM: Something is waiting for you at home, it’s your gift. I hope this can make up for the call!

You hopped out of the shuttle, heart feeling extra heavy as you walked into the apartment. The string lights and streamers along the walls were taunting you as the elevator brought you to your floor, and you tried to compose yourself until you would get inside. Stepping up to your door, you looked for the present, to no avail.

(Y/N) 9:45 PM: Shawn I don’t see a package

(Shawn) 9:45 PM: Mom must’ve brought it inside, I’m sure it’s there.

With a huff, you shoved the key into the door, and walked inside. Chucking your purse and coat onto the hooks, while flinging off your shoes, you composed yourself enough to look for the package. If he got it express-shipped it had to be good. Checking the kitchen was no luck, and the living room looked normal.

(Shawn) 9:48 PM: Bedroom, babe

With a gasp, you quickly buzzed to the bedroom, and laid your hand on the door. You stopped, hesitant to what was behind the door. What if it isn’t him? Taking a deep breath, you dismissed the negative thought and opened.

The room was filled with lit tea lights, rose petals on the bed and the floor, and Shawn. He was standing there in that chunky-white knit sweater you loved, with flushed cheeks and watery eyes, holding a bouquet of flowers, and your favorite song playing softly in the background.

You gasped, running into his arms with a squeal and sob, him mimicking the sound. He held onto the small of your back, and one hand on the back of your neck, and you felt his tears falling onto your skin. “I missed you so much, (Y/N). You don’t even know.” He pulled back slightly pressing his lips to yours in a soft embrace.

After a minute of kissing, you pulled back. “Merry Christmas, Shawn.”

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

#shawn #shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes x you #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fanfiction #imagine #love #christmas #lumineshawn

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mintchocolateleaves · 7 years

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We’ve Only Just Begun (6/??)

Summary: The world comes to a halt, everything torn apart, All-Might left as dust, Deku the last hero left standing. In this world the villains win. In a fit of desperation, Midoriya Izuku turns the clocks back. In a fit of desperation, he rewrites everything. TimeTravel!AU

[Beginning] [Previous Chapter]

Before

A storm leaves them unable to keep walking. Everything is rain, and wind, the blowing of dust as they struggle to see where exactly they’re walking. It leaves them safe from the continued raids – the planes can’t see them through all the rain and darkness spreading around them – but they’re still in danger from the cold.

The temperature seems to drop immediately.

One moment, Izuku is trying to use the tarp they carry with them to hold up the tent they’ll stay inside, and the next, the wind brings debris flying, the speed of the rubble cutting through the tent before he can even prop it up.

So they’ve got no shelter, Izuku thinks with a groan, great.

Luckily, they’re in a town, and while none of the buildings are inhabitable due to countless raids damaging the infrastructures, there is some possibility of finding some material that’s been left amongst the rubble.

“Come on,” Izuku says, calling to Uraraka. The woman joins him as they move debris, throwing bricks behind them in desperation to find something that will shelter them from the storm.

Cold seeps into his bones, his fingers frozen as he sorts through the rubble. He shivers, tries not to think about how hopeless the situation is.

“Deku,” Uraraka says, and he turns then, “Deku look.”

Izuku stands, shuffles over to where she’s been digging. She points down at a small man-hole, a way underground. She says, “let’s go down here for now. Come on.”

It’s difficult to pry it open, it’s been sealed shut for a long time. Izuku finds a long stretch of metal, wedges it in the dip between the manhole and the street, pulling down until it pops open.

“You could have just ripped it out,” Uraraka says, “with your quirk.”

Izuku shakes his head. “Not if we want to keep it discreet that we’re down here.”

He grabs a torch from his bag, shines it down so he can see into the sewers. Then, after a short nod at Uraraka, he pulls himself over, holding onto the ladder, climbing down into the abyss below.

Uraraka follows in suit, pulls the manhole back into place with her quirk. Everything is dark, except for the beam of Izuku’s torch.

“Uraraka,” Izuku says, and he’s quiet until he hears her affirming ‘yes?’ “I think we’ve just found our way in and around of Tokyo.”

The sewers.

After

The media uproar is outrageous.

People are surprised to hear All-Might will be working at U.A. as a teacher, and so, naturally, the media flock outside of the school, eager to gain any comments from passing students and teachers.

Izuku finds it awkward.

He’s more experienced with the press, with saying things that have no definite answer but is enough to sate them, than he had been his first year of U.A.

He’s certainly not comfortable with them, mainly because by the time villains had taken over Japan, being caught on camera had equated to danger and attacks on the person being caught.

When he is asked about All-Might however, attempting to show at an early enough time, he doesn’t flinch away from it. Mainly because he knows it’s not dangerous – not right now. Izuku is asked ‘what’s it like learning from All-Might’, and he smiles in response.

“He’s a good teacher,” he says, because while there’s some things the man still needs to learn about teaching, he’s also pretty great. “It’s awesome being his pupil.”

And it’s all he’ll give them. The moment they see that he’s willing to respond, they attempt to pounce – what does he teach? What are his methods? – but Izuku just walks past them, pushing through the crowd on his way up to the school.

He sees Uraraka, struggling under the questions of one reporter, and cuts in, tapping her on the arm and asking if she’s done the homework. Uraraka nods, and he pulls her away from microphones and cameras. He does the same with Tsuyu, when he sees her struggling beneath questions, making sure to save his classmates from the press.

“Thanks,” Uraraka mutters when they’re past the gates, “I can’t believe they wouldn’t let us go.”

“Reporters are terrible.” Tsuyu says, and Izuku lets out a small laugh, glancing back at the crowd of reporters and camera men. He sees Iida and Kacchan walking through without much trouble, notices Kirishima as well, before turning back to the school.

“They’ll take whatever they can get,” Izuku says as they start walking towards the main building. Both girls fall into step beside him and he continues, “you just need to be able to tell them no without feeling guilty.”

Tsuyu nods, clicks her tongue. She speaks with her usual bluntness when she speaks, says, “wow Midoriya it sounds like you’ve been in front of a camera before.”

Izuku turns to look at her, blinks, and shakes his head. He says, “not really, but I’ve watched a lot of hero interviews… the best heroes always know when to stop giving out information.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Tsuyu says, and Uraraka agrees.

Izuku offers them a smile, and they move their conversation from reporters, to heroes, and the English homework that Mic had given them. It’s all around, a pleasant conversation, and yet, Izuku can’t find it in him to feel calm.

As they’re entering the school, Izuku turns, looks back towards the crowd outdoors. There are security measures, steel doors that will slam shut if someone without the correct clearance tries to step foot inside, and yet…

He scours the crowd, searching for silvering hair. A shiver runs down his spine when he can’t find him – and yet Izuku’s certain that Shigaraki would want to see All-Might with his own eyes, have it confirmed that he’s alive…

“Deku?” Uraraka says, when she realises that he’s not stepped inside with them. Izuku turns to face them, offers them a smile and joins them by the footlockers changing their shoes for indoor slippers.

“You just said it yourself,” Tsuyu says, as she clicks her locker shut, “don’t worry about the press.”

Izuku nods. “I won’t.”

It’s not the press that he’s worried about.

Eraserhead begins the homeroom by announcing Class 1-A needs to appoint a class president. Immediately, the room breaks out into sound, people claiming they want to be president, or vice president, sounds that Izuku immediately erases from his mind.

People raise their hands, and yet Izuku stays still.

He’d wanted to be class president once, then he’d been appointed, and it hadn’t seemed right. He’d given the role to Iida – the other boy had deserved it more – when the other boy had proved it was a good role for him. Then, he’d died, and the presidency had gone to Yaoyorozu, a role no one had really wanted.

Izuku had spent time as the vice president, it hadn’t been a nice feeling.

“We need to vote,” Iida claims, begging diplomacy as a class. Izuku glances at him, eyes following the boy without faltering, a sense of sadness weighing down on his shoulders. He’d made a good class president, although he’d not been one for very long.

Izuku wants him to be a long-lasting class president this time.

And so, he lets things run the way they had the first time. He lets himself get three votes, becoming president, let’s Yaoyorozu become vice president. And he tries not to let it show just how uncomfortable being in the position makes him feel.

They’re sat at lunch, around the table when Iida explains about his brother, Ingenium. The boy explains, grins about his most favourite hero upon their questioning, the most relaxed Izuku ever remembers him being.

“I want to be a great hero,” Iida claims, “just like my brother is.”

Izuku offers him a smile, and nods his head. “I really think you will be-”

The alarm – just as Izuku has been expecting – starts ringing. It’s a loud, clattering sound, metal scraping against metal. It’s scratchy, enough that Izuku winces, turning to look around at all of the students that get to their feet.

‘Security level three has been broken,’ an overhead radio states. Izuku takes his drink, sips at it, with a calmness that no one else seems to be feeling. ‘All students, please evacuate in an orderly fashion.’

Iida asks about the level three alarm, gets the answer that people have infiltrated the building, and flocks towards the exits, alongside Uraraka. Izuku stands, watches people rush towards the cafeteria exit, before making his way towards the windows.

There are only so many entrances to U.A. There’s the front entrance, which is used primarily by teachers and students, and then there’s the back entrance, used by vans bringing in supplies for the school.

The front entrance is easily seen from the end window, and so Izuku makes his way towards it, squinting to see the barriers that should keep people out. The press pile inside, seeming to be as unorganised as the students that have been told to evacuate.

The teachers had never told anyone how the media had gotten in.

Izuku presses his lips together and tries to see if he can figure it out. There are too many reporters rushing in though, it’s practically impossible to see the doors. He’ll have to think it through fully.

There are doors all around the school designed to keep the press out – the one they’ve gotten through is thick steel. Izuku doubts the school would just let them in. With the security alarm going off, it’s pretty clear that the system hasn’t been hacked into – meaning…

The doors must have been forced open.

After a few minutes of waiting – during which he hears Iida shout that it’s just the press and everyone should just calm down – the reporters seem to stop entering the school at such a vivid pace. There’s a steady flow, yes, but now Izuku can see the entrance.

The doors have been disintegrated. Left in crumbled pieces on the ground, multiple layers of the doors broken as if they’re nothing.

Izuku brings the inside of his lip, as he thinks. Of course, there’s only one explanation – but what can he do about it.

Right now… there’s nothing he can do. The villain alliance has sent U.A a declaration of war. The message aimed at All-Might. Seeing as no one knows about the villain alliance in its entirety yet, it’s a declaration that will go unnoticed.

“Shigaraki Tomura,” Izuku mutters, before turning to join the crowd of students that have started to disperse back towards classrooms.

Later, when Izuku suggests that Iida take his place as class president, everyone agrees. Iida is bashful, glad about it, something which makes Izuku smile in response as he makes his way back to his seat.

They pick the other class representatives, and none of them include Izuku, something that he feels glad about. He’s got enough to figure out, without adding school council business on top of everything.

“Midoriya,” Iida says as they’re readying to leave class that day. He looks a little nervous, glances towards the peers that are leaving before them. Izuku offers him a smile, waits for anything the boy says. “Thank you.”

Izuku tilts his head as if he doesn’t know why he’s being thanked.

“For letting me have the presidency,” Iida continues. The boy scratches at his cheek, offers Izuku one of his rare smiles. “It means a lot to me.”

“You’re the one who deserves it,” Izuku says after a moment, putting his bag over his shoulder, making his way over to the exit. The rubble is gone now, the doors left open to ensure no one realises that the doors have been demolished. “You’re really deserving of the title class president, you know?”

Iida falls into step beside him, and together they make their way towards Uraraka, the girl waiting for them on the path. She’d walked ahead, with Hagakure and Tsuyu, and now she turns to them, ready to walk home in the same direction.

“I think you would have made a good class president as well, Midoriya,” Iida says, and he’s certain about that at least. “I think you’ve got the capability to be a good leader.”

Izuku thinks of burning down buildings, taking charge of the final heroes able to stand, the pressure weighing down on him to keep them alive. He thinks of all the people he’s been unable to save, and lets out the faintest laugh. It’s soft, sad, but in a detached manner that, to most, appears shocked more than anything else.

“Maybe,” Izuku hums, “but I’m not ready just yet.”

He’s not a very good leader, he thinks. Mainly because everyone had wound up dead, even–

Even…

Izuku smiles at the other boy, “you’ll be better as a class president than I could be anyway.”

[Next Chapter]

#Some more BNHA for your dash I will actually work on LUT next maybe if I can get out of the superhero mindset I'm set in #Midoriya Izuku #Uraraka Ochako #Iida Tenya #All-Might #Eraserhead #Yaoyorozu Momo #Okay we're about to start another fuckin' arc after this aren't we oooh boy more fight scenes yippeee #please note my 'yippeee' is sarcastic #Boku no Hero Academia #BNHA #My Hero Academia #Fic: We've only just begun #mywriting

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tierannical · 7 years

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~Chemo Supplies List~

Hey friends! So for anyone who doesn’t know, I’ve been on chemo for my HLH for the past few months. My specific chemo is called Etoposide. With starting it, I suddenly realized I knew like, nothing about chemo - and I needed supplies. I don’t know everything, and you may have different needs - and this is mostly through American Amazon, so sorry - but hopefully you have comparable things! I hope this eases minds of any other people who are going into this experience completely unprepared like I did. Google was my best friend, but I think Tumblr should have more of this good stuff too!

~~~The list is fairly long, so click below to enjoy! Feel free to send me additions if you’d like to see them neatly added.~~~

Medical/General Supplies

These are only the ones I feel are necessary. Everyone has different daily needs. However, this is my list and product suggestions or just links for the general ones to the most important things to have around. I always keep the sunscreens, wipes, and a hand sanitizer in my bag - the others are great to have around!

Alcohol free toothpaste & mouth wash. Chemo mouths are prone to problems like thrush and infections. Make sure it has flouride still!

Soft-bristle toothbrushes, large pack. Obsessed with the linked ones. Your mouth is sensitive, and also, it’s smart to throw your current one away after each chemo session to keep bacteria down.

Sunscreen for face/head, lips, and body. Chemo increases light sensitivity - I normally don’t burn, but I’ve gotten red tinged. Plus, it’s healthy!

Clorox wipes. You’ll want to just wipe things?? Plus, I wipe toilet seats other people will use for my two days following chemo because urine, blood, and stool can contain amounts of the chemo in this period.

Hand sanitizer. I like the linked one for portable!

Hand wipes. For when things are actually dirty. I also use portable. Can also use flushable cleansing wipes if easier - see GI Issues for links.

Moisturizing skin products. Skin dries out. Also, Aquaphor is great after cleaning cuts and scrapes as a protectant.

Medical face masks. When your white blood cell count goes down, it’s good to have your own supply. I have a bunch of paper ones and one suuuper kitschy cloth one - though I highly doubt the cloth one is medically approved. I wear it when I’ll be around children mostly. Wear masks indoors in crowded places. I avoid too crowded altogether like movie theaters and family restaurants unless I’m very secure in the place.

GI Issues

Not everyone has GI issues of course, but I did. I have ulcerative colitis so I’m used to everything coming out, but I got really bad constipation. It’s settled down in the past 2 1/2 weeks, but I think that’s just my UC acting up. Damn.

Flushable wipes. I did the full thing - containers, refills, and travel packs (which are great and can replace hand wipes. I’ll always carry them from now on). You can choose whatever brand, my sister just picked these. My dad got these for me at his house, which is cute.

Miralax. I’d actually suggest you talk to your doctor and just have some on hand. It isn’t bad for daily use, and it’s better than letting it keep getting bad and then needing to take a stronger laxative. Track your constipated days, mine were only days 2-4 of my chemo cycle, so I only took Miralax on days 1-3, and now I just take half doses sometimes.

Benefiber. I personally have not taken it because I suck - but I should.

Soft toilet paper. Whatever brand you like. Spend a bit extra.

Prep H cream and wipes. If you’re constipated, use the cream at the first signs of pushing.

Hair Loss

Okay not everyone loses hair. But most people seem to. I cut mine short personally because it definitely hurts when long, and just watching the loooong strands fall out and having to pull them out - making hair balls in my hands, always needing a trashcan nearby to throw out all the strands - was putting my anxiety through the roof. I also though started chemo while unconscious, so I had no time to process it. I woke up and by the time I could move my arms around freely, the hair was falling out. That doesn’t make it any harder or easier, but being prepared and having a game-plan does! Mine was to pixie it when the hairline got bad to hide the hairline and buzz or shave it when i get spots that people who don’t know would notice. Which is coming up soon. I’ll cry, but I’ll get through it. As will you. Hair grows back, you grow back, the chemo is doing the best it can.

Dandruff shampoo or body wash. My scalp got dry pretty fast, and it gets more dry now that the hair is short and thin.

Gentle shampoo and conditioner. Your hair will be fragile, so try to use soft products on it. I try to stick to naturals(ish) with nothing like keratin treatments, argan oil, or other things meant to change the state of your hair. Also, really limit conditioner, especially near the scalp.

A super soft hat or beanie. My head and ears get so cold some nights! Plus, it saves my pillow from shedding. I just have a nice beanie because I wear it a lot, but you can get chemo-specific hats, bonnets, or even these things. You do you.

Hat liner. I don’t use one, but some people do so hats, wraps, and wigs don’t hurt their scalp.

Head wraps. If you can go to stores, go to stores and get some long scarves. Find Youtube tutorials on how to tie them - or buy those bitches pre-tied off of Etsy. Etsy by far has the best selection. Head wraps is the best search phrase for all styles, but head scarves or chemo caps or turbans etc all also work. Remember the cultural aspects revolving around head wraps - but also wear yours with pride, and don’t let anyone make you feel shitty for trying to look and feel good about yourself.

One nice wig. This is all your choice, but I got one. I want on and off days, but other people are fine with it. Or want a bunch. Either way. If you can get one covered by insurance, go ahead. If not, wigs can be pricey - but many good ones are about the price of a good cut and color. I have a bunch of wigs on my Pinterest. Mine are all super similar, but the sellers are the important place to look! Click through the links and check the other ones out there. Mine is from Haute Hair 123 - they were phenomenal to me and gave me expedited shipping as well as a cap better for a bald head.

Picc Line

I have a chest port now which I think is much better (though kinda freaky at first), but I did have a Picc line at home for a few weeks. First of all, arrange your home care asap. You’re going to learn how to flush it with saline and heparin on your own. It never worked out for me, but I fortunately stayed clean with only 2-3 flushes a week. A medical professional normally changes the dressing once a week. Keep it dry and safe.

Shower protector. I bought the reusable one because it evens out financially if you have it for awhile, but there are many quantities and types of disposable ones. Remember to NOT check under to see if it’s working. Also, check sizing.

Picc line covers. I bought a really nice one online - and it didn’t fit, so I returned it. I mostly used these thigh high old socks I had - I cut two little tubes from the very top where it was super thick. Socks might take wearing down to not fold up during the day. Just wash them regularly. Try turning them inside out if they keep curling. You can also make your own if you’re crafty. Check Etsy again if you’re looking for cuter designs.

Extras

These items aren’t necessary per say, but I’m glad I bought them. It’s mostly the comfort category I guess.

Eye mask. For when you’re taking day naps or having long infusions. I also sometimes just pull my beanie down over my eyes.

Fuzzy socks. You’ll want them during chemo, around the house, etc. Shoes are kinda redundant when you’re sitting so much of the time.

Solid slippers. I suggest having a pair that’s hard-soled so you can wear them out. I also have house slippers, but having both is good.

New lounge wear. Sweats, matching sets, and cami bras have become such a staple in my wardrobe - stock up on comfy things for infusions and lounge days. No point in getting super dressy to sit.

Good blanket. I didn’t have my own personal blanket, and my body temperature is all over the place all the time - so now I just have mine that no one else uses so it’s just my grossness and my cuddle toy.

Angled pillows. If you end up bedridden for awhile, it’s best to be above 30 degrees when laying down so you don’t get too much mucus and grossness going.

Electric razor. My skin is sensitive, chemo makes it more-so. Electric razors work just fine. I currently just use this cheap one, and it keeps me clean.

Filtered water bottle. I don’t trust water from like, anywhere when my WBC is low. Britas or whatever you like best can bring some peace of mind.

Protein drinks. I do dark chocolate Ensure Plus, but people like different things. Some days are tiring. Have something you don’t need to cook just in case.

OKAY that’s it for now! Once again, feel free to message with additions, which I will add on if I believe they are relevant to the chemo experience! I just want to be able to help people going in blind. I know it’s rough and the symptoms are random, but having good supplies makes it way easier.

#chemo #chemotherapy #hlh #chemo supplies #spoonie #spooniestrong #illness

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riannagalvez · 4 years

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Hello, dolls! Hello, April! We all survived March, I think we all deserve a pat on the back. The past month seems like a blur to me. It’s astonishing how things have turned out because of COVID-19 for the entire world. Months ago, I would always look forward to getting an extra day off from work so I can pick up Little A from school. Now, we are still unsure if he will be able to go back to school anytime soon.

Baby C is turning one next month and I know we are not going to be able to throw a party for her. I have decided to postpone it since I know things are not going to be easy for most of our friends and families once this COVID19 situation is all over. Luckily, I am kind of a pro when it comes to simple celebrations at home so I know we can make it scrapbook worthy for her still.

If you are like us who have to cancel party planning and settle for a more intimate at-home party, here are a couple of tips I learned over the years.

Growing up, my parents put emphasis on celebrating as a family more than gifts. We were given the birthday presents that we wanted but it was never over the top that we had to have a big party every year. Birthdays are more than presents. I learned that growing up and honestly I think it helped me value family time even more.

Balloons

For me, a birthday is not complete without balloons. Little A finds it fascinating too so we always get him one. Over the years I have gotten him whatever he is currently into like Lightning McQueen.

Foil balloons are great because they last a long time and you can reuse them if deflated properly.

Birthday Specialties

One thing I look forward to the most on my birthday is the food I’ll eat especially for dinner. My parents always cooked my favorites on my birthday and I remember feeling so special!

It is a tradition for my family to eat spaghetti (for long life according to Chinese proverb) and fried chicken. What’s not to love about these two dishes as a kid? Now that it is my turn to do special things for Little A on his birthday, I make sure we have his favorites on his birthday too! Of course, as a one-year-old, he did not have any favorites yet so these are dishes that he will like in the future — and if he decides that he doesn’t like them, it is completely okay.

Grandparents

If you can, include your little one’s grandparents. The look on Little A’s face is priceless when he is around his. I feel blessed that my Mom has been around since he was born because I honestly don’t know how I could have survived being a new Mom if she wasn’t.

They give the sweetest surprises too! My Mom gifted Little A a convertible bike for his first birthday and I like how it can grow with him.

Stay Connected

Little A loves talking to his Aunts and Uncles. We make sure they are also present during his birthday even when they are miles away. Lucky for us, it is very easy to stay connected because of Facetime.

Gift Ideas

When a friend asked me what she can give Little A for his first birthday, I could’ve sent her a list of toys little boys would go crazy for, but I did not. He will be getting a lot of toys over the years and not a lot of friends or family actually ask what they can give as a gift so whenever I get the chance, I say “necessities” would be great.

Trust me, with the pool of gifts he will be opening, I know he will only care about the first two toys he’ll open and the rest will be forgotten. To minimize my headache in the future and be a practical parent as well, I stick to items that I know Little A would actually use.

I LOVE this gift set my friend Buen gave him. It has everything that he needs from body wash to sanitizers.

My guilty pleasure as a parent is splurging on clothes for my little ones. I truly understand the saying “they grow up too fast” very well because they do! However, shopping for baby/kid clothes gives me joy! Seriously, I am obsessed with planning their outfits! I sometimes feel like I spend more on them than myself now lol

Here are some of my brands if you want to treat your little one with special clothes 😛

Ralph Lauren and Janie and Jack

RL and JJ are staples in Little A’s closet, you can never go wrong with these brands. I love the classic style of Ralph Lauren from casual to formal. Janie and Jack stay seasonal with their designs and my all-time favorite is their nautical collection (because it goes with Little A’s room :P).

Birthdays are special so I sometimes go on an “I-am-such-an-extra-Mom” shopping sprees and get something more upscale. Burberry stays classy with their collection. It’s nice to have something for special occasions.

Gap is a cool brand to add to your little one’s closet too. They have everything that can complete your baby’s wardrobe.

I am also obsessed with Zara. I love how I can shop for the entire family in one trip. The styles are to die for and I look forward to every collection.

Keeping it casual

Babies stay home at least 80% of the time so comfy loungewear like pajamas or cute sets are great gifts because you know they will be able to use it more than any cute outfit from one of the brands I mentioned above.

Accessories

I am a sucker for socks. We have a “no shoe policy” around the house so we all have our indoor slippers. Little A prefers to wear socks so I stock up on them because he could easily wear two pairs in a day.

I always feel guilty when the kids get cold during brr months. As a parent, it is my responsibility to dress them appropriately for the weather. I love getting mittens and hats for the babies because I know these are things that we often forget when shopping for clothes. Keep them in the drawer because you’ll never know when you’ll need them!

Theme

To make planning easier, think of a theme that your baby will love. I still like to decorate even though we are not going to have company over to set up the atmosphere for the celebrant. Babies are home most of the time and I am pretty sure they get bored of the same little corner they see.

Quality Time

The best gift you can give your baby is to be present. Little A loves to read books so we had several storytimes on his birthday. He may not remember everything that we did for him but I know he felt extra loved — which makes this Mama’s heart full.

Cake

A birthday is not complete without a cake. If you want to be safe, bake! It makes it even more special with this simple gesture. I am not the best cake baker but I do it every year for A and Little A.

Don’t feel pressured to make it yourself though, it’s totally okay to buy a delicious cake from your favorite bakery or grocery.

No matter what you do, your baby will only need you ❤

R ❤

FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY (AT HOME) + GIFT IDEAS Hello, dolls! Hello, April! We all survived March, I think we all deserve a pat on the back.

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