#I don't buy that grey area shit by the way

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 28: Collecting Objects

The pack has a beach day, and Mountain and Rain spend it looking for a keepsake to take home.

Thank you so much to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together, and to @ghuleh-recs for making us the dividers <3

"Will this do, tadpole?" Mountain asks, holding up something small between big fingers, covered in their human glamour.

Rain chirps curiously, straightening up from where he's been combing through the sand. Behind them, the lake laps at the shores, water stretching off to the horizon, sky and water the same bright blue.

The band's on an off day, Papa deciding that a lake day would be good for all of his ghouls. Mountain's grateful for it, eager to take off his shoes and sink his toes in the sand, connect to his element. Rain, Dew and Aurora had happily dove into the water the moment the bus had pulled to a stop, even though Rain is a saltwater ghoul. Any water is good enough for their magick.

Cumulus and Cirrus wade through the waves, up to their knees, talking to each other in quiet tones, while Aeon and Swiss playfight and tussle in the water. Swiss keeps saying something about planting palm trees, and Aeon rolls their eyes, splashing water at him every time.

Papa's on the shore, under an umbrella, eyes shut behind sunglasses. Should they approach him, Mountain knows the old man will insist that he isn't sleeping, just resting his eyes. His face is slathered in sunscreen that smells strongly of artificial coconut and zinc.

Rain trots over, squinting in the summer sun at what Mountain's holding. It's cobalt blue and about the size of a fifty cent gumball, just slightly translucent and glowing where the afternoon sun hits it. "Shit, sunflower, it's perfect," Rain gushes, holding his palm out.

Mountain gives him a crooked grin, depositing the bit of sea glass into his outstretched hand. He watches as Rain rubs his thumb over the wave-smoothed edges, a bit of glass buffered and polished into a pretty little gemstone. It'll get tucked into one of the nooks in Rain's bunk, along with all of the other stones the two of them have collected together, until they get back to the Abbey.

The collection gets split evenly between two places. Half of the rocks will line the shelf above the desk in Rain's room, organized by color. There's a pile for each tour Rain's been on, can name every body of water he took them from.

The other half will go to the greenhouse, to the bed of flowers that Mountain keeps, one plant for each of his packmates, former and current. They line the edges of the raised bed, curling around the snapdragons and jasmine, the baby's breath and catchfly and daffodils. The stones circle the morning glories climbing their trellis, tucked around the petunias.

It's theirs, the same way Cirrus and Cumulus buy magnets from every rest area and truck stop the band stops at.

"Did you find one for me?" Mountain asks, watching as Rain inspects the sea glass.

"Mhm," Rain hums, reaching wordlessly into the front pocket of his shorts and pulling out a stone. It's flat and almost perfectly round, and if the lake were calmer, water glassy and still, it would make an excellent skipping stone. It's a slightly marbled grey, basalt, if Mountain had to take a guess, but he's more than willing to bet that Rain selected it for its shape rather than any unique coloration.

"This is perfect, Rain," Mountain beams, auburn hair glinting copper in the light. Rain gives him a grin back, and even through his human glamour, his teeth are just a little too sharp.

"How about I put these with our stuff, and we actually get in the water?" Rain offers, shifting on his feet.

Mountain's brow furrows for a moment, poker face nonexistent when it comes to his water ghoul. "Shit, didn't mean to keep you from the wa-"

Rain reaches up, pulling Mountain down by the shoulders to press a quick little kiss to his lips, effectively shutting him up. "Don't apologize. I needed to get a rock for you."

Mountain smiles again, unsure if the warmth on his face is just the sun or a blush. He waits until Rain's back is turned, depositing their stones in one of the pouches of his backpack over by Copia, before calling out. "Last one in is on dishes duty when we get back to the Abbey!"

Rain splutters, scrambling through the sand, and Mountain just laughs.

#yes this is based on a beach off of lake michigan #i am not beating the midwestern allegations #dot's writing #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #(also if you get the fob reference in this one i am giving you a gold star lmao i can't help myself lol) #mushy may 2024

[violetlunette]

LoV members have morals in the gray area. They might kill people but their reasons for being villains aren’t bad.

Notes: *Anti LoV *Take with a grain of salt

For the MLA, Dabi, and Spinner? True.

Though the Meta Liberation Army's methods are awful, what they're fighting for is what can be considered human rights. Dabi--again, bad methods--is taking revenge on his abuser. And Spinner is fighting against mutant racism. Shiggy and Kurogiri were brainwashed, and I'll even be generous and say that Tago feels she can't belong in society the way it is.

But despite all that it doesn't change the fact they murdered innocent people who never hurt them and all had a part in destroying millions of lives, homes, and a city. Having a sympathetic reason means they're sympathetic, not that it's a get-out-of-jail card.

There's a gif for this I believe;

(paraphrasing, obviously. Let's go with, "sympathetic reason, still murder.")

They had their reasons and never once have I denied that they're sympathetic. I have only ever said that it doesn't justify their actions or that they shouldn't be held accountable.

Others may not care but they all hurt people who never did anything to them. They stole lives that can never be returned and caused pain that can never be healed. And they did it all, knowing the results of their actions and the weight of them. (With the exception of Shiggy and Kurogiri who were brainwashed.)

They were hurt and that wasn't fair or right, they shouldn't have gone through what they did. But that doesn't make the pain they caused okay.

But as I've said, lov fans have no need to worry. Every single one of them (or most) will be saved by the heroes and their crimes forgotten.

#anti lov #anti league of villains #bnha #mha #bnha meta #I don't buy that grey area shit by the way #I'm like Granny Weatherwax #There’s no greys #only white that’s got grubby #When people say things are a lot more complicated than that #they means they’re getting worried that they won’t like the truth. #Obviously people sometimes have to do bad things for the greater good #but the bad things are still bad

[a-sip-of-milo]

"What is it like living with BPD?"

Keep in mind that a lot of these experiences overlap with other disorders. This is my experience.

Little things like buying the wrong brand of toothpaste or having to do something you don't want to do, no matter how easy that task might realistically be, causes suicidal ideations/full blown meltdowns.

Crying/getting upset/angry all the time over things that are insignificant to everyone else.

Not always being able to tell what emotion you're feeling because it's like, six emotions morphed into one (and it's different to feeling six emotions all at once, at least for me)

Every emotion I feel is tripled in intensity compared to the people around me. Anger is violent/murderous urges, sadness is wanting to kill yourself, anxiety is feeling like you're going to die.

Losing my Favourite Person is like losing a piece of yourself because your personality literally revolves around them. The first few weeks/months/even years sometimes, spent without them is often spent trying to reinvent yourself.

It is either never leaving the house for weeks on end or overworking yourself going to social events and gatherings until you inevitably burnout.

Embarrassing yourself/having people laugh at you makes you want to die.

It is emotionally seeing everything in black and white. Someone is either all good or all bad, your day was either shit or it was absolutely fantastic, you can either only see the positives or the negatives in people/situations/things. There is no grey area, and despite what many people think, telling you over and over again that you shouldn't be looking it that way does not help!

It's feeling like the entire world is against you. Nobody is safe, nobody cares, nobody is going to help you. It's a suffocating feeling.

It's constantly feeling like everybody is recovering/moving on with their life/etc. and you're stuck at the beginning or always a few steps behind.

It's experiencing constant intrusive thoughts about manipulating/gaslighting/abusing people so they'll stay with you.

#bpd #bpd safe #bpd stuff #bpd thoughts #cluster b safe #cluster b #bpd problems #actually borderline #borderline pd #borderline personality disorder #tw suicide #tw suicidal ideations

[savior-of-humanity]

OH YEAH I bought the Separate Ways DLC for RE4R last night and finished it today, here's my thoughts on it below the cut (spoilers obviously);

To clarify; I've never actually played the OG RE4 or the OG Separate Ways story. I am aware of events that happen in OG RE4 though.

Anyways,

Starting off with a few issues I had with it, though they're relatively minor;

The bosses felt... okay. Like, they're not bad, but they didn't really feel like they stood out all that much. The El Gigante fight basically felt the same as the times you fight it in the main story, except there's the element of moving around on roofs. That bit is cool! But other than that it just felt basically same-y. The Black Coat is cool, and I liked the reveal of it not being a Verdugo but rather Something Else. My only complaint about it is that the arena you fight it in just feels really boring, at least in visuals. Let me elaborate. Using some notable examples (the first and last fights with Krauser, the Verdugo, the first El Gigante fight), something they always had were at least one of two things; interesting level layout, and interesting set design. For Krauser, you have the light coming up through the grill floors and the semi-maze of crates to navigate around, and the circular arena with upper levels to hop onto. For Verdugo, you had the claustrophobic hallways that I feel paired really well with its hyper-aggressive attack behavior. And for El Gigante, it's mainly just the ambience rain and lighting from the braziers and torches combined with the kinda-cramped arena. Black Coat had neither of those things. In the first phase, you're literally just fighting in a flat rocky area that's super grey, dull, and with no notable set pieces other than "oh this is underground and kind of industrial". In the second phase, it's another flat area, except it's bigger and circular, with basically the same boring feel. I though the fight with Saddler was cool as a concept but MAN were some of his attacks annoying. Maybe it's because I was low on ammo/had only one knife but he felt like a total fucking bullet sponge. It didn't really feel satisfying taking him down because he barely reacted to my attacks excluding the progression of dialogue and the handful of times he gave me an opening to stab him in the face.

I kinda wish Ada had more in-depth interactions with some of the characters? I liked what she had with Luis (especially the little tango they do in the beginning) but I feel like there could have been More. Luis probably should've reacted negatively to her mentioning Wesker but then again, I don't actually know if he would know about Wesker. I wish she had an actual interaction with Krauser that isn't just chasing him until we see him hand the Amber to Saddler. I also wish her interaction with Ashley wasn't literally just "leon needs help!!!" (nods)

My biggest gripe, however, out of the entirety of the DLC; what the fuck was the deal with her being infected with Las Plagas? Like, I think it's cool she was infected (and also because I am a weirdo sucker for whump shit). But the way they handled her being cured is just completely fucking bizarre. To clarify; the first time she fights the Black Coat, I'm pretty sure that's when she gets infected as she gets nicked by one of the explosive-orange-dart things. Later on, she starts showing symptoms, and helps Luis gather the ingredients needed to make a suppressant to buy her (and Leon/Ashley) more time to get rid of the Plagas. Except, after she kills the Black Coat, she... pukes up??? The parasite??? And then she's all fine and dandy??? Okay so like. On one hand, you could probably explain this as her having been infected with an alternate form of Las Plagas, which would make sense as she experiences dramatically distinct hallucinations that seem to be tied exclusively to the Black Robe (and are absolutely NOT the same as the hallucinations Leon gets). On the other hand... we KNOW that Las Plagas reside in the chest cavity and more or less connect themselves to the host's nervous system(?). Like a chestburster. If this was in fact supposed to be a REGULAR type of Las Plagas then she shouldn't have been PHYSICALLY ABLE TO VOMIT IT OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE, because it wouldn't be inside of her stomach. Idk. I'm just miffed that she literally vomited out this thing and went "lol I'm fine now" and went on her merry way and didn't have to visit the lab whatsoever.

Other than that though, I thought Separate Ways was pretty decent. It doesn't hold up as well compared to RE4R in terms of story but for what it offers, I'd say I got my 10 dollars worth.

#ooc #resident evil 4 remake #re4r #re4 remake #re4r spoilers #re4 remake spoilers #separate ways #separate ways spoilers #spoilers

[jerzwriter]

We know from canon that the 2 reasons Ethan decided not to get involved with MC was “I can’t push you to be the best” (internal factor) & that people wouldn’t think she “slept her way to the top” (external factor). Did he ever consider offering a secret relationship to MC? Did it ever cross his mind for even a second? Because I always wondered if he really couldn’t see the grey areas between black & white in life, or if he did see them but his emotional limitations didn’t let him act on it.

Hey there Nonny.

To be honest, I believe those two reasons were valid reasons, and he did believe them. However, I have always believed his true reason for pushing MC away was because it scared the living shit out of him.

I think his mother's abandonment and then other betrayals (including Tobias's) led him to feel he was best keeping most people at a distance. His worldview didn't exactly have him as a lone wolf, but he was jaded and afraid to trust. He had a scientific/clinical view of the world, and things like love and romance couldn't be proven, and what's more, they could hurt him again, and he wasn't going to allow it.

I think it was the wall that he built to protect himself that kept him away from MC more than any other factor. There were always workarounds to the other issues... like MC reporting to a different attending. Like saying, "we need to wait until you're done with your residency." Like a secret relationship. So I don't buy it. lol

Thanks for the ask! :)

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #asks answered #i

[woeiswo]

Red and blue staring contest till sunrise with my dickhead neighbor.

No, he doesn't leave blue lights on inside his apartment every night. Only as rebuttal and backlash when I have my red l.e.d.s on instead of them cycling through.

Maybe Google it if you need ancient Chinese secrets.

Must be the media ventriloquist from the scizophrenia ad 48 hours ago, telling me that he's half of a cop and that I don't need to call the police on him for his Peeping Tom offenses, invasion of privacy and stalking crimes.

Or that he's a blizzard entertainment rep selling some new Diablo video game gimmick.

Either way, he's "immune to punishment" for disrespecting me and his criminal behavior claiming that his behavior is sanctioned by the cops

...as if he's an informant agreed upon in advance and planted here to keep tabs on me or others, NIGGER.

"No, it's cool, the cops give me permission to violate your constitutional rights.. they pay my physically disabled butt to investigate you even though I could not pass a police training academy physical if I tried. And even though you are not under legal investigation, and not on any state or federal arrest warrant or wanted lists, to justify violating your rights nigger.

JUST SHUT UP AND ACCEPT MY RAPIST FAGGOT DICK IN YOUR ASS, SAME AS YOU TELL ALL THE GIRLS YOU RAPE RIGHT NIGGER?

Rape isn't a big deal to you or anyone else either is it nigger?

Too bad the Law doesn't place importance on eliminating these Grey areas of enforceable authority. Too bad they dont want enforceable authority clearly defined from a bully, "macho", male-ego brained onlooker in the neighborhood to posture and impersonate and use as a shield to justify their illegal disrespect for privacy as soon as the uniformed officers and the departments marked units turn their backs to leave.

Too bad they would rather promote unsafe inaccurate illegal practices, instead of making sure people know who they can and cannot legally defend themselves from when somebody chooses to make you the victim of their criminal behavior.

Too bad they would rather you not know who is on the right side of the law nigger. Too bad they would rather leave room for errors and fuckups.

Too bad they investigate and want failure in the end. Too bad they don't want to secure an actual arrest. Too bad they keep allowing fuckups to blow the investigation nigger.

Too bad they would rather throw public safety out the window because they care more about trying to see what happens when they try to provoke or incite violence nigger.

Do you need another school shooter story gimmick for the presidency dickhead?

Too bad the law did not introduce you as their paid and planted informant, otherwise he might not have been shot for trying to step up like a male idiot and take charge and assert their top dog bullshit pecking order of community watch in the neighborhood.

How do you want me to feel nigger?

What was your anticipated prescribed response to your human experimentation nigger?

It's crazy to think that some piece of shit no-name dive bar from 30 years ago has more rank and authority and reaches the top more than the local law enforcement of the city where the dive bar was located.

How much did my stepmother pay to buy her seat as the cheif of Police, nigger?

When you act rudely and stare and make indirect passive aggressive just sayin' statements within earshot, am I supposed to stand there and shut up and take it like the criminal conduct, sexual predator, stalker rapist dick in the ass that you are nigger?

And this all falls on deaf ears because you're "immune" and want to enforce the rules as authority at the same time that you are breaking them. power-abusing nigger.

She has not had to be "traumatized" by my existence as her husband's kid, after the homewrecker destroyed my family between my mom and dad. She has not heard one word from me or seen my face in thirty years.

SHE'S PROBABLY STILL GOT IT IN HER HEAD THAT I WANTED TO KILL HER,

BECAUSE JON DAVIS FROM KORN SAID SO ON SONG 14 FROM THE LIFE IS PEACHY CD.

Good job crime scene investigator.

And when your planted, paid, informant, who is not excluded from the loop on the outfield team... starts fishing for nerves and triggers and behaves rudely to get a response from me,

you're going to be there to catch me retaliate aren't you nigger. You are free to provoke or incite violence in the community without punishment so shut up and endure the rape. right nigger? Words recorded visible gestures or body language photographed with the intention of trying to make a case against me nigger.

I'm a suspect. This entire thing is a "SET" UP for some male dickhead's glory and mortal sin of pride. They don't want me to correct my errors. They aren't rewarded if they don't bag their prey. They're not happy that I'm free. They aren't thankful that I'm not guilty nigger. (Totally "in character" huh nigger.) They need mistakes so they can have their trophy kill, nigger. I'm not allowed to know what's going on until it's too late nigger.

You're busy killing each other off, trying to get a vote or support from me. Trump OR Biden admin, nigger.,

You want to destroy and undermine United States government nigger. You want people attacking each other, instead of you nigger.

You want your religious "kingdom" without Law or Government authority to rule over your congregation of outlaws, religious followers, and religious Kingdom, dickhead.

Just making sure you don't go a day without that nigger word when you need me to lose a contest against you. right nigger? Make everybody hate him.

"Make him feel the way he makes me feel."

" Rejected, denied and cast out."

" Take away his free choice and other options. "

"That way if I can't have him, noone can."

" Whaaaaaaaah!"

Nigger.

[nyxthesis]

Advanced Warfare Infection (Burger town) Exo Zombies Review

+Map has two solid training spots which is much better then outbreak

+the maps ending saw the introduction of Bruce Campbells character to the mix

+has a better trap selection than outbreak especially the one on top of burger town itself

Cons:

-Oz felt even more unbearable to play as then in outbreak which would be fine if you could just mute the characters and nothing else but no you can't, a feature that was in world at war was not in advanced warfare, that to me is just embarrassing

-easter egg step with the valves and meat have to many spawn locations to memorize, well you can memorize them but fuck is it alot to remember and with zombies bleeding out and qurentine rounds making it so maybe the area your looking for the meat is unavailable just makes the process take way to long

-the wonder weapon is not too bad power wise but it is severely lacking in the ammo department to the point I don't think it's worth using it your going for high rounds

-with all the rng that the map already has they felt the need to make one step where you need the maps wonder weapon, all you do is shoot the meat, that step felt like an excuse to make you use the wonder weapon beacuse why else would you use it

-surivor rounds are one of the worst things in zombies history, it ruins the flow or rythem that you maybe developing (which is a huge theme with this map) and the survivors are almost impossible to protect and if you fail to protect them you get punished heavily, every generator shuts down so you can't buy perks but on top of that you can't buy ammo for wall weapons or upgrade your guns so on a map with a wonder weapon with shit ammo you get punished for what feels like way to long by not being able to even get ammo or hell even hit the box/3d printer all you can really do is wait and it is the most mind numbing thing in zombies having to wait to even get a weapon but that's not all of you do somehow manage to save them what's your reward? All you get is the current weapon you're holding upgraded by one rank..... That's just plain insulting weapon upgrades cost 2 500 points/credits which you can get in no time at all so the rewards are just pointless, a waste of time like everything on this map speaking of wastes of time

-quarentine rounds make it so one of three main area's (excluding the damn sewer of course) are filled with gas that leaves you infected but to make this even better when you get to later rounds 2 areas cam get shut down and if your unlucky they will be the areas you can upgrade your weapon to get more ammo making the maps ammo issue even worse, I even heard that eventually all 3 areas can get locked down at once leaving you no choice but to go into the sewers speaking of the sewers

-the sewers are so dark and grey that it's hard to see which would be bad enough if it weren't for those annoying as hell steps that you need to look for the valves or meat and besides just the sewers this has to be the most ugly map in zombies history just looking at it makes me want to vomit with how desaturated it looks

-the goliath could have been a good boss enemy if not for the devs giving him emp abilites which were annoying enough with the regular emp zombies so that makes him just a pain in the ass and in general he's just a annoying bullet spunge that beacuse his shield there is no great way to take him out fast from what I could tell

-the easter egg step where you have to season the golden pan (yes I know it's as stupid as it sounds) has almost no room to train the zombies and they are too fast and agressive for you to be able to make space making it feel like a death sentence but no it's needed for this god forsaken easter egg

-the easter egg it's self just fucking sucks, it's not fun, it's not interesting hell even the set piece of launching the rocket feels joyless with how miserable this map is and what are you even trying to do for most of the egg you may ask? Building a burger. That's right your main quest is building a damn burger and the game takes it dead serious, what a joke

-there is still dog rounds but they spawn in with zombies so remember that ammo issue I mentioned earier, well now you don't have that gimme easy max ammo round to keep you from running out too easy

-there is only one disinfection chamber and it's so far out of the way that if your hit on a host round you have to book it to the chamber as fast as possible to even have a chance I swear this map fails in everyway

Overall I may have forgotten some flaws this map has it has that many but there is no doubt in my mind that this is easily the worst map In all of zombies and it will take alot for any map to over take it

[tattooapprenticethings]

Before you apply for an apprenticeship!

There's lot you need to consider before going for a tattoo apprenticeship, you have to plan ahead before diving head first into one

Money

You will likely not get paid! It's as simple as that. Alot of tattoo apprenticeships will not pay you to come into the studio no matter how much work you're doing. Its a hard pill to swallow but if you want it you'll find a way to do it!

If your going to go into an apprenticeship then you need to plan for at least a year down the line. Some advice I'd give is get an apprenticeship a year after you decide that's what your going to do. Work a full time job and save every bit of money you can. This is going to help cover some expenses. Tattoo apprenticeships usually last around 2-4 years so you need to be able to support yourself through it. Also during this year try and get a few side hustles going in order for you to make money both in this year and later on. There's a few things you can do here In terms of side hustles

Sell your artwork as commisions- This should be a good way to make money before and during your apprenticeship! Not only will it bring you in some income, it'll also help you by making you practice drawings and building up a social media presence in the meantime which Is essential for when your a tattoo artist to reach your desired clientel.

Sell your artwork on prints! This one is alot more passive than selling commisions but you'll need a bit more of an online presence. You can get this through posting your art, doing commisions ect in order to build up an audience before you do this (I'll talk about social media later) use a print on demand service in the begibibg that way your not keeping inventory on things that your testing the water on. Keep in mind though when looking for a print on demand service that you look at the fees as this may affect your income also list then on places like etsy where the seo is done for you and you can really mark up the price for your products!

Learn to fix phone screens. I know what your thinking this has nothing to do with tattooing but hear me out! You can watch YouTube tutorials on fixing things like iphones and it's actually easier than you think! You can buy the parts and the tools dirt cheap on ebay and aliexpress and then fix them for a decent profit! It's a good way to make money through friends and family and word of mouth but it also means if things you need for your apprenticeship break like your phone or ipad you won't have to pay nearly as much to fix it! Which if your clumsy like me then you can save alot of money!

There's alot you can do in the year before you go for an apprenticeship! You just have to think back to ehen you were a teenager saving up for the latest thing you wanted and finding random jobs to help get pocket money! It might sound all a bit much but you have to set yourself up financially before you go for an apprenticeship. I wish someone told me some of this before I went and got one as before I started piercing at the studio (nearly a year in) I was broke as shit.

Research

You need to do your research before you apply to any studio! It's not like you can throw a dart on a map and see where it lands! Go on their social media platforms, look at their stories (this is a big indicator of what the studio has produced throughout the day! See if its busy or not).

Have a look through the artists work! If you wouldn't want that quality or standard of work on your body don't apply! Also have a look at the styles the artists use, this isn't exactly essential but it can help you if you want to specialise in a specific area! If an artist uses mostly black and grey and tattoos animals then it's a bonus if that's what you want to do to! If not this isn't the end of the world as you cam learn alot and you won't be made to go into that specific style! The best thing to look for is a varied style! An artist or studio that does all different things so you can learn how to become a more well rounded artists as if you can do bits of everything then your going to get more clients. Remember "Jack of all trades a master of none, often times better than a master of one"

Artwork

It comes as no surprise but you have to understand at least the basics of how to draw and how to apply different media. This year is a perfect opportunity to polish up and refine your art skills and creating your portfolio! I'll touch on art skills and portfolio work in a another post!!

Feel free to add your own advice in the comments!

Look after yourselves~ ❤

#tattoo apprentice #blackandgreytattoo #tattoo design #tattoo advice #tattoos #tattoo artist #tattoo apprenticeship

[nightswithkookmin]

RE: JUNGKOOK CHANGED IN RUN

Anon:

Why did Jungkook not want to be on Jimin's team in the last run episode? He has changed a lot from before. Thoughts.

My first thought is, you don't gotta interpret everything in a negative light.

Not every strong reaction is a bad reaction.

I'd be a phony ass fraud if I sat here and told you with my two thumbs that I didn't raise a brow at that moment. I did.

Especially when you contrast that episode with run 112 which falls on all fours with this current situation- ok may not all fours.

But in that video, like many others, RM had suggested they form teams based on the sunglasses they wore, just as he had suggested they form teams based on the seating arrangements.

Of course he'd meant it as a Joke just as we discussed in a previous blog post. Personally, I expected they make a draw, rock papers or even dance in circles like they did in the other episode to decide who got who in the competition.

But it seems in all the times he's been paired with JM he's been supper thrilled about it. He even warned the members not to underestimate him and JM when they'd unanimously concluded they were the disadvantaged team in the game- Jin not even bothering to ask them what their scores were on Korean.

He reset the timer to 10 seconds when Jk pointed out he wasn't good at reading fast

When the time stopped and they were asked to make a team of four, he turned to find JM almost immediately as if to make sure JM was part of the four, he held on to his arm to prevent RM from breaking the link.

He was supposed to pair with Yoongi and Jimin with Tae but he didn't even try to find Suga. At least V did try to find Jimin. He moved towards JM and when he realized JK was hugging him he went for Suga.

Throughout the episode he was giving JM tips on how to cheat and shot when he wasn't sure of the answers.

Yet in the last run, he didn't seem as enthusiastic about being paired with JM- or so, he'd have us believe. Smirk.

He ain't slick. Lol.

To me he seemed, on the surface of it, either really salty about the others having Jin or RM on their teams or upon reflection, just plain ass overcompensating for something.

I'd go with the later.

It's similar to how, Jimin got the Sauna card and he'd complained about not liking the Sauna but then swapped cards with Tae so he could be on JM's team.

Or how he'd make a theatrical show of wanting to win a competition but smirk satisfactorily to himself when he loses.

I really don't think it's a big deal.

Personally, I love watching them paired up and doing such activities. It's a great way to see how they work together as partners and as a team.

It's also a great way for them to spend time with eachother, enjoy eachother, nurture their bond and strengthen their relationship.

Fanservice or not, scripted or not, you cannot deny that spending time together doing activities together is good for building a relationship.

They spend a considerable about of time together off cameras but a lot of their time is spent on cameras and at work.

They gotta find a way to make their relationship work on the work as I keep saying. All that 'fanservice' people say they are doing? That's them making it work. They gotta find a way to go on dates, feed eachother, hold each other's hands, tell Jokes, laugh at eachother's jokes, express their attraction for each other, flirt, share eachother's interests and do things couples do without inviting public scrutiny to their every interaction and invasion of their privacy.

So where they see an opportunity they go for it. For JK it's the the little decisions he makes on their behalf like choosing where they will sleep, what activities they can do together, wanting the bigger room, making sure JM wins the presidential suite, or choosing a room detached from the other rooms.

He invests in his relationship the best way he can. Same goes for Jimin.

I keep saying this whole fanservice culture is a win win situation for them- for even any queer idol couple in the same band.

What seem like a challenge could technically be an opportunity for a date for them without dispatch breathing down their necks.

A typical example would be this. Jimin said he wanted to go get Yoga with the others but ended up going with YoonKook on their brewery excursion.

The more time they spend together, on and off cameras the more closer they get and the more they get to know eachother on a deeper level.

But you have to bare in mind, they need their personal spaces too in order for their relationship to function properly.

Jimin used can be very needy in his relationship but for the most part he enjoys his independence too.

Jk has always had a strong sense of independence but he can equally be quote needy and over attached once he is in a relationship- especially when things are going great for him.

Spending time apart, persuing personal goals and interest is good for them.

If it helps, think of moments when they hang around eachother as Jikook dates and when they hang quietly in the background of videos do think of those as them having their me times at work...

Would they miss an opportunity to 'date' or hang privately with eachother? I don't think so.

It's in their dicks interests and the interest of whole production team and crew to allow them to be around eachother as often and as much as they want and can.

I for one, I'm not prepared to sit through yet another excruciating episode of Jungkook wanting Jimin- physically and emotionally. I'm still dealing with the PTSD from the last BonV four episodes.

Y'all buy me Ko-fi please. I don't intend to sit through that shit sober.

If Jk is pushing to be on JM's team and what not it's mostly because he feels he needs to spend more time with him. If he's not pushing for that it just means he or they are both allowing for space and room in their relationship for eachother to pursue other activities and interests or even connect with other members- unless of course they are having relationship problems which I don't think is the case.

Jimin is particularly good at this.

He goes out of his way to nurture his relationship with the others even on set.

He does this especially with Tae.

He'd take Tae to go see places he and JK had already been to, he'd request to take pirate rides with Tae- even though JK is available and won't hesitate to let him know, he often make plans involving Tae or even the others- in Soop when Tae asked him to go ride around the town with him he chose to stay and manspread on Jin and Yoongi. *I'm cackling. Lmho.

Jimin is a funny guy.

Now does this mean he doesn't like spending time with Tae or that he's changed? Hell no.

Hell, Tae does the same thing from time to time too. I mean when he found out he had picked a Sauna card he asked to swap it knowing very well Jimin had picked that card too. Soulmates coulda soulmated that shit in hot piles of steamy.

Sure JK lurks around sometimes. He is the resident intruder stepping on Jimin's other ships' neck. Love him for this. Lol.

Perfect Disney villian.

Tae had to drag his ass away from the kitchen for intruding when he and JM were cooking in the Kitchen. Let's not talk about him physically removing him from JM's car or all the times he's complained about JK raining on his Vmin agenda.

When V wanted to be on a team with JM this man literally sabotaged him, hugging Jimin first. It's his laughter afterwards for me. Lmho.

V needs to insure his Jimin cos at this point it's trademark infringement. Hashtag soulmates. Lololol.

Jk needs to go ahead and free Vmin.

But JM does this too, in much more subtle ways- I'll never forget the look he had on his face when he had to get off the bus and walk home as punishment. It was the most heart breaking thing I ever seen.

Then he had to hang off Hobi to get JK to leave his friends and come to him.

It's why I used an ellipsis the last time I talked about Jimin being very mature now. Old Jimin would have, clapped back, made JK pay for that outburst if he genuinely thought JK meant what he said or believed JK really wanted to be on a team with someone else.

Y'all don't see him when JK compliments other people? He stays kicking his feet under the table🤣🤣🤣🤣

I used to pinch a gurl I liked when other gals talked to her when I was little- In my defense, I didn't even know I liked her or that it was straight up abuse💀

Jimin can be pretty scary and petty when he's mad or offended.

If it helps you sleep at might, think of this moment as just another one of those 'we've been a unit for so long do you wanna be with someone else now' scene from February last year.

Jk answered yes when JM asked him that. But do you really think he meant it?

Jikook is complex, not complicated.

They love eachother.

We can't be looking at their interactions as either or. Grey areas exist and it's not a negative thing.

Signed,

GOLDY

[jt-artsandfics]

First time making an ask like this and I'm nervous... Could I get a bad batch match up?

I'm about 5ft6, female, bi, old enough to drink but I usually drink on weekends or on special occasions and always something sweet, hair is at bottom shoulder blade length, flat but after being out in the rain it's a curly mess, dirty blood (knowing my family's genetics it'll likely be brown in my mid twenties) grey blue eyes, round/soft facial features, best way I could describe my body is that it fits ancient Greek beauty standards.

I'm a certified huntress on small wild life, I prefer cold over warm weather any day, know my way around a gun like shotguns and rifles to be exact, love meat but also food in general and can make pretty alright food (still learning) I've learned how to sew, I draw and write when I'm listening to music, any music works for me although I'm really into Celtic and french pop, not a big fan of kids in general but if they are raised well I can vibe with that.

I'm a very physically affectionate person (yes covid has be driving my mad these past two years) not great with small talk, minor trust issues, nervous on doing new things, I can be a bit blunt at times when talking to someone, if you are going to ask my something I'm gonna be honest... Sometimes brutally, will call someone out on their bull shit in less than a heartbeat, will throw hands in a verbal debate, love cracking shitty puns, only person you should trust with a map (no I'm very much serious about that because I've yet to meet someone else who can actually navigate) if I got the money I will buy stuff for my loved ones, from my friends they say I'm loyal and caring but over protective at times.

I got 0 idea if this is enough or to much to work with for the match up but hopefully it's not.

Also hope you have a fantastic summer and keep up the good work!

You Celtic is awesome! Mind you I have alot of Irish family and alot go Celtic and Gaelic heritage, hunting is awesome! I wish I was able to do it but not much to hunt here other then wild dogs and occasional feral Pig.

We are still in winter atm but it's almost spring which is gonna kill me because allergies and

MAGPIE SEASON!!

I need to start feeding them again so I don't lose an eye or get swooped.

I match you with.... Crosshair

What's draws him to you is watching you shoot. It's no secret he has a bit of a crush on anyone who knows how to use a rifle.

Will even offer to go on hunts with you becuase it's his way of wanting to spend time with you.

Let's face it your still shorter then him and he uses it to his advantage every chance he gets. Resting his chin on your head, using you as an arm rest.

Of all the bad batch he's the biggest tease, and do not put it past him to play petty games. He likes winning doenst matter what it's at.

As much as he put up the hard ass persona he is actually quite a sweet guy when he wants to be, he just doesn't like showing it to much around his brothers.

He likes your brutal Honeslty and understands not liking small talk. Most of the time his way of showing affection is thought present and physical touch but only after he has been aroudn you for long enough.

Please call him out when he's being an asshole he will listen to you. He will grumble under his breath but he's not as grumpy or short tempted as he used to be.

He will roll his eyes at your jokes but inside he loves them and thinks they are smart and witty jokes and comments.

He's basically a grumpy cat who only lets you touch him. He's touch staved but isn't willing to say anything so he more so just nudges himself agaisnt you until you give him attention.

Learning to pick up the little signs from crosshair took a while but now it was easier to understand what he wanted. When he brushes his hand agaisnt yours, it means he wants you to be close or just in his view so he knows your safe.

A small tilt of his head towards an area means he wants you to follow him. And when he kisses you like no tomorrow it means he is content where he is. With you wrapped in his arms, his eyes focused only on you. It's the late night kisses and small interactions with him that make it all worth it. Curled up agaisnt each other laying in a hammock on a forest planet.

"We need to do this more often, find a random planet and just camp out. You look so at ease tonight" you whisper and press a soft kiss to his lips which make him let out a small huff. "I enjoy being close to you, but I wouldn't complain about doing this more often." He says lightly eyes now looking up towards the sky.

You smile lightly tracing your fingers down the side of his face, the soft star light reflect in his eyes before they block back to you. " What are you thinking about Cross?" You ask him moving to now lay agaisnt his chest with your elbows crossed as you rest agaisnt him.

"Thinking about what happens after the war, if we get our freedom to make our own lives. I'd settle down on a planet like this. A small farm with local fauna and make a big veritable garden" he says wirh a small smile crossing his lips as he explains where everything would be.

The smile on your face never seem to end as you watch him. "Id like that Cross, you would look good as a farmer" you say teasingly only for him to roll his eyes at you and pull you closer. " And you look amazing with a rifle in hand" he states before he presses another kiss to your lips.

"Alright sweet talker, let's get some sleep otherwise your gonna be unbearable tomorrow" you state and poke his nose wirh your finger. "Ruin the moment will you" he grumbles and pulls you into his side.

#bad batch crosshair #crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #crosshair #crosshair x you #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #tbb imagines #tbb spoilers #tbb crosshair x reader

[kindnessisweakness2]

{DELUSIONAL-PART 5}

*not my GIF*

Jax had pulled Delaney down on to his lap as everyone started to discuss how to solve the problem. Delaney was frustrated with herself. She shouldn't of let it get this far. She should've been able to solve this herself. She thought of everyone in this room as family and all she'd done is bother them with her problems and put them in danger. "Maybe I should just move away. If I leave charming, the problem goes away and Jax is safe." Every member of the club started to protest her idea. Jax and Gemma being the loudest. "No your not going anywhere. You can't leave me-" Jax coughed his cheeks turning slightly pink. "I mean us! You can't leave us." Before Delaney could over think it Chibs chimed in. "Hold on a wee minute and think about it. What if that's what the sick bastard wants? To get you on your own, your family not around you. No one you can turn to for help. We'll protect you sweetheart, but you have to stay here with us. You belong with us D, this is your home." Delaney smiled softly as chibs patted her hands from across the table.

" I have an idea." Everyone turned to where kip was sat in the corner behind Juice. "What about if I moved in with Delaney? Protect her from this dude?" Delaney couldn't help but smile at Half sack. He really was the cutest thing ever. The sweetest guy. He was going to make some lucky girl very happy one day. Unfortunately for Delaney her heart was set on the guy who didn't want her. And why would he when he had beautiful women falling at his feet everyday? Tigs laughter broke delaney from her thoughts. "You? You couldn't protect yourself prospect!" Chibs snapped at the young lad who was blushing crimson at this point. And ofcourse Tig had to join in. "You'd be too busy panty sniffing you little perv. You think we don't know you fancy her? A few days of living with her you'd be stalker 2.0". Opie, Tig and Juice couldn't contain their laughter as kip went even more red. "That's a good idea" clay pointed out, interrupting the loudness. "What panty sniffing?" Tigs eyes went wide in amusement. Rolling his eyes Clay gave Tig a 'Shut the fuck up' look which seemed to work instantly. "Jax moves in with Delaney and they pretend to be a happy couple. That makes this guy angry, draws him out and we finish him." Delaney's eyes went wide at the suggestion. "Youll have to make it look real. Go in dates, public displays of affection, show her off around the parties, that kinda shit. We need to do it right, we wont get a second shot at fooling this guy, he notices every little thing about her." Jax nodded. "It's a good plan" everyone around the table agreed. Except Delaney that is. "There's just one problem to your little plan." Delaney pointed out. " No one is going to belive me and Jax are together. I'm not his type. He would never go for me. Everyone knows that." Jax started to protest but Tigs laughter cut him off. "It's fine just dye your hair blonde and spend some days working in Luann's studio and everyone will soon buy it". Delaney glared at Tig. She knew he was referring to Ima, the bottle blonde bitch that couldn't keep away from Jax. Just the mention of her name made Delaney angry. " Well then luann is going to lose her top performer. I've kicked her ass once I can do it again. I can shake my ass better than her anyways." Quickly changing the subject before Tig could say anything else, clay turned his attention to Jax. "You've got 2 weeks to finish this. Your free from club business until then." Nodding in response Jax tapped delaney's leg making her stand up. "I'll go pack some things up and we can head to your house." Delaney sat back in his chair as all the members spilled out into the bar area. Picking at her fingers her anxiety was still all over the place. She had extra things to worry about now. How was she supposed to live with Jax, pretend their a couple and keep everything normal between them? Then there was the added worry of him getting hurt by whoever this was. He may not have taken the threat on his life seriously but Delaney did. She couldn't help but worry that something was going to go wrong.

Less than an hour later Delaney and Jax pulled up to her house. Parking her car on her driveway, she looked at the grey door that lead to her home and she didn't want to go in. "It's ok. I'm here remember". Jax tried his best to reassure her but it did little for her nerves. "We got to make this work D. We got to keep you safe." Sighing she nodded at him. " Yeah I get it. Game starts now." She couldn't help the distain in her voice as she exited the car without another glance at Jax. If she had of glanced back she would of seen the flash of hurt that crossed his baby blues at the mention of the game. Little did Delaney know Jax didn't like this either. Climbing out of her car he made his way to the boot smiling as she opened it for him. Grabbing his duffle bag he smiled at her."Thanks Baby" he kissed her cheek softly. Delaney's eyes softened as she smiled at him. This was gonna be a hard two weeks.

Delaney knew deep down that somebody was going to come out of this hurt. And as she let Jax into her home, she couldn't shake the feeling that it was going to be her.

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Part 5 is finally up!! I really hope you guys like this! Don't forget to tell me what you think, I love getting messages from you guys!!

Part 6 will be uploaded either tonight or early morning tomorrow!

Love to you all, stay safe💕

#jax teller #jax teller x reader #soa imagine #sons of anarchy #charlie hunnam

[twinkluffy]

Hero society analysis (for the future)

Hi, after reading the chapter 300 of my hero academia manga I thought it was interesting to make a revision of what we know about how the hero society was built and its apparent downfall. So we are going to review 1) Vigilantes era, 2) quirk’s regulation and pro heroes, 3) the construction of the symbol of peace, 4) the destruction of the symbol of peace and 5) the future of hero society + me rambling about said future.

This is of course my reading of the events transpiring so far in the manga. I will try to keep spoilers at minimum, but there would be a few if you don’t read the manga.

1) Vigilantes era

With the manifestation of quirks, criminals with these newfound superpowers made use of it for evil-doing. Ordinary civilians with their own powers gathered to stop those criminals and bring order to society, that is how Vigilantes were born. All for one became a symbol of society unity in this period of time, making use of his own quirk he removed the quirk from those who didn’t want it and gave it to those who wanted to have superpowers. Obviously this wasn’t a selfless act on his part, he was gathering loyal followers for his goal and ruled Japan from the shadows.

At some point, one for all opposed to what all for one was doing, he saw through those “selfless action”, fought and passed his quirk to the second torchbearer.

The police force moved to prioritize leadership and to maintain the status quo, and decided to no use quirks as weapons.

2) Quirk’s regulation and pro heroes

The pro hero system started on Rhode Island in America under the "Rhode Island New State Statute". 189 Vigilantes were affected by this statute, with only 7 being accepted as official Heroes. Quirk usage has been restricted by the law, that is why groups as the meta liberation army were formed, they believed that the free use of their superhuman abilities should be a basic human right and not only a privilege for heroes.

Depending on their performance, pro heroes have the potential to receive government pay, along with fame and glory. This govt. pay, fame and glory is important, a lot of heroes aren’t into the heroic world because they think it is the best for the world, but mostly because it pays good.

3) The construction of the symbol of peace

At some point, quirkless Toshinori Yagi met the 7th OFA torchbearer: Nana Shimura, when the world was still in chaos with criminals rampaging through the streets and citizens had no one to believe.

Toshi wanted to create a new age of harmony, where this chaotic age of crime was left behind and everyone can have a future to laugh and live together. Toshinori wanted to be that pillar, this symbol of peace for everyone, for the civilians, for other heroes and even for the criminals, for them to see what is waiting if they make a wrong move.

Nana chose Toshinori as his successor, making him the 8th torchbearer of one for all. His body was already strong so he could use this power at it 100% and his training was to learn how to fight properly. Nana died in his fight against afo to make sure that Toshinori and Gran torino escaped safely. This caused a big impact on Toshinori, who thought about Nana as his own mother. Torino recommended him to travel to the united states and continue with his training there, while at the same time being safe of the threat that afo was for him as the eight torchbearer.

From here on onwards I don't think it is necessary to make a list of the heroic things Yagi did to be recognized as the symbol of peace, but we need to talk about what he almost unconsciously constructed as the symbol of peace in the civilians and his fellow heroes eyes. A hero that is always with a smile on his face, charismatic, devoted to the point that he didn’t have any personal time, selfless, indestructible, unwavering, always the winner no matter who he fought, no matter what happened all might’s would always be there to protect everyone. He took all the burden of Japan's safety on his shoulders, reducing the criminal activity to around the 5%.

(I don’t want to sound like Izuku Midoriya is ghost-writing this post, but damn if i don’t tear up thinking about Toshinori carrying that weight on his shoulders alone for so many years)

And this is the central problem of what is going on now in the bnhaverse, the archetype of the symbol of peace that all might create, those are such big shoes to fill and at this point no one can. He became an unreachable pillar, even other heroes acknowledge the pressure of being the #1 that they let all might carry alone, this pressure that he didn’t waver to carry even when he was badly injured.

Toshi in his effort to make a better world unconsciously make everyone dependable of him or what he constructed as the symbol of peace. His fight against AFO marks the beginning of the end of the hero society as we know, the slow collapse of the unreacheable pillar of the symbol of peace.

4) The destruction of the symbol of peace

This “destruction” of the symbol of peace isn’t something new, small blow after small blow villains has been working towards this one goal. As readers we could be expectators of this fall, villain after villain, of small actions becoming bolder. Small fries, solo workers and leagues, villains have been gathering, seeing the cracks on the pillar of Japan's best hero and trying their shot.

But after AFO imprisonment and all might’s career end, they have become even bolder. The hero society is weaker than ever, because All might was the biggest threat to the villains

The symbol of peace that all might carefully constructed can’t be imitated. Endeavor and the rest of the heroes couldn’t even start to fill the spot of All might legacy.

I’m not saying that heroes aren’t doing their best to prevent the fall of the status quo of society till this moment, i’m saying that civilians and even the press don’t let the heroes do their work. There is so much fear in the population and the villains know this, every villainous act helps them and makes the civilians lose their faith in the heroes.

We see this shortly after Endeavor takes the spot of the #1 and fight against that high gamma nomu:

a)The collective trauma of what happened to all might. The fight was recorded by the press, everyone saw the horrible face of the world's biggest criminal and the hero everyone loved ending his career to ensure their safety. Even when this was about Endeavor risking his life to save everyone, as the #1 should, they only can think about All might.

b) This second panel is the same as the previous one, we can see again the lost faith in the symbol of peace. Endeavor is risking his life to protect the city, probably in a way different from what all might approach to fighting villains was, but this also says a lot about this fourth point: there isn’t a sense of safety in the population. They saw their symbol of peace fall, why would be this former #2 any different?, this man who never could take the #1 spot from all might at his best.

And the last blow to the title of the symbol of peace took was Dabi exposing everything Endeavor did to his family in his desire to be the #1. Dude, the timing of all this was beautifully executed, it exposed and proved the reasons of the failing hero system that the league of villains preach about. This speech made everyone think about the dichotomy of “heroes and villains”, after this there isn’t just black and white, good and bad, there are grey areas mingling, there are heroes that in their personal life act as villains and the population is starting to see the flaws in the system.

5)The future of hero society (spoilers of chapter 300)

This fight against the league and MLA marks the end of hero society as we know it, first because it make clear to civilians that heroes aren’t invincible and that their safety isn’t guaranteed anymore and second it make other heroes that were safe behind the shadow of the symbol of peace, know that dark times are approaching and they jobs are riskier than ever.

We have to remember that being a hero is a job option for anyone with a quirk useful enough to combat, not everyone is doing this job because they have a hero heart. In this moment, with shit hitting the fan in the hero society, the good pay, fame and glory isn’t worth to being killed. Hence a lot of pro heros quitting the job, and also a lot of heroes died in the fight against the league; that’s causing a big impact in the structure of japan’s hero society.

The police can’t fight against quirks as well as heroes can (they don’t use quirks as weapons) and they are already busy trying to arrest the people who escaped from the different prisons, civilians are buying (hero) support items to protect themselves because a lot of hero agencies have closed.

Endeavor, who is supposed to be the #1 hero, is broken to the core after having a physical proof in the form of dabi of what his ambition caused. We have seen other characters showing a kind of support to Endeavor, seeing a change in him, but this isn’t going to be enough to gain the civilians approval.

On another topic, I think Vigilantes are going to appear again, of course they never disappeared, but in this moment the public image of them wouldn’t be that bad in civilians eyes. Of course the hero association is going to be against it.

The UA kids have gone through lots of things in their short time being students and having their provisional hero license, but we have also seen their hearts, every one of them being ready to put their life on the line if that is what it takes to save lives. This last fight was the hardest they had to face, they suffered the loss of a dear teacher (Kayama), watched their friends hurting/destroying their bodies fighting and having a first line seat to see the collapse of this hero society that they were so eager to partake in.

This can a) boost them to train harder to be a good hero or b) make them retire early and discard their dream. I personally think that of what we have seen of them, the first is the most logical option, but also they are kids and their parents make the legal decisions for them and after seeing how heroes are handling things, they couldn’t entrust their kids to UA anymore.

Talking about kids, the craziest one of the bunch, Izuku, said something in chapters prior that amazed me and made me love him even more. He said that Shigaraki's face looked like he needed to be saved. We don’t know if afo used someone else before in the way he is using shigaraki to gain power and become a “demon lord”, but if that was the case, you think that any of the previous torchbearers even thought about saving their destined rival?. This is what makes Izuku so different that even the first one for all user, all for one little brother, acknowledges his worth.

So at this point the question we can make ourselves is, what is gonna happen now? Personally and this absolutely my reading of the possible turns of events: i think the hero system is going to be re-constructed, which isn’t going to be easy, but those UA kids would make sure of it somehow. There isn’t going to be a next symbol of peace.

I know you guys are thinking that the next symbol of peace should be izuku, because he is the only one who can fight against shigaraki, has the same vision of heroics that all might and in chapter one we learn that he is narrating the history of how he became a great hero / the greatest hero(i know there are a lot of different translation to this), but looking at what i have writing so long, putting the pressure of japan’s safety in the shoulders of only one person is what dragged the hero society to this point and izuku is smart enough to know that too.

Sorry for this long ramble tho and any typos, when i get excited it's gets harder to translate the words to english my mind hahaha

PS: I feel like we are going to have a time skip after Izuku wakes up.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academy #mha #bnha #izuku midoriya #deku #all might #mha deku #toshinori yagi #endeavor #enji todoroki #todoroki shouto #katsuki bakugo #mha class 1a #pro heroes #aizawa shouta #kayama nemuri #dabi #league of villains #meta liberation army #long post #nana shimura #all for one #one for all #textpost #sorrry for my long ramble #i robbed izuku name for his notes

[oliversshipacc]

Send me a ship and ill say who...~ Brylar (bree davenport and skylar storm) lab rats elite force

Who said “I love you” first? Bree; it would seem more natural to them

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background? Bree; they would look at their lockscreen whenever they missed skylar

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror? Skylar; she always makes up some fake scenario to make Bree go into the bathroom to see the sweet note she wrote

Who buys the other cheesy gifts? Skylar; the thing is she doesn't even know they're cheesy she just thinks they're cute

Who initiated the first kiss? Bree; do i need to explain?

Who kisses the other awake in the morning? Skylar; she wakes up earlier than Bree so thats kinda obvious

Who starts tickle fights? Skylar; shes literally not ticklish at all so if Bree were to tickle her she wouldn't even have a reaction

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower? Bree; they are way more bold meanwhile skylar usually lets bree be

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch? Skylar; she loves to suprise bree with some sandwiches

Who was nervous and shy on the first date? Bree; despite being more cocky they defintely didn't want to mess the date up since they really liked skylar

Who kills/takes out the spiders? Skylar; she probably wouldn't want to kill the spiders since shes an animal lover but she would do it for brees sake

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk? Bree; skylar drunk? Thats a funny joke

Which one sexts like a straight white boy? Skylar; she literally doesn't know how to sext its so hilarious

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie? Bree; they're an emotional wreck

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave? Skylar; she still doesn't know how a microwave works

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes "Guess who" thing? Skylar; she saw kaz do it to chase and thought it was cute so now whenever she enters a room that brees in she does it

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner? Bree; skylar doesn't care about bree putting their feet on her since it doesn't really affect her and she enjoys keeping her feet to herself

Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon? Bree; they streamed greys anatomy just to find out the whole main cast either dies or leaves (i've never watched greys anatomy so 🤷‍♀️)

Who laughs more during sex? Bree; they're a nervous giggler (🤭)

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON? bree; they may seem all big and tough but they love being craddled

Who is the fussy eater? Bree; they're a vegan so they're really picky on what they eat

Who is most likely to punch the other person’s sibling? Skylar; she would punch marcus, chase and adam for sure Daniel and Leo are chill

Who wants to go to Disneyland? Skylar; she has never been meanwhile bree has been like 3 times

Who hates public transport? Bree; they have super speed whats the point of public transport?

Who gets arrested? Bree; i don't know why but they would probably accidentally murder someone

Who is great with kids? Skylar; this is literally canon

Who ends up covered in glitter as a prank? Bree?; idk i dont feel like either of them would be a prank type but maybe if skylar and kaz were hanging out they'd prank their s/o's

Who has a weird coffee order? Skylar; she adds like everything to her coffee and tries something new everyday

Who gets up before 6am to exercise? Skylar; do i need to explain?

Who hogs the netflix account? Bree; they watch tv too much and usually watch on their phone when they go to the bathroom, their room and the living area

Who knows all the lyrics to super horrendous bubbly pop songs? Bree; they just jam to everything (which is technically canon?)

Who proposes? Bree; i just picture bree proposing not sure why

Who does petty shit when they’re annoyed? Bree; they are literally so dramatic sometimes they don't like being touched when their annoyed

Who would take on stupid ridiculous dares? Bree; they are rebelious 🤪

Who can’t sing but always does anyway? Bree; skylar is the dream singer and than bree is just screaming the words

Who screams at someone in public for making bigoted comments? Bree; skylar would be to pussy to call someone out but if she's angered she'll riot

Who freaks out about spiders? Bree; they will literally super speed over to skylar and be like "skylar theres a spiders in (room) go kill it" and they like jump on skylars back terrified

who is more affectionate in public? Bree; they will constantly kiss skylars cheek and lean on her in public

who is the bigger romantic openly? (/In public) Skylar; bree shows a lot more affection but skylar will literally tell her poems while walking to the cafe and is a lot more romantic

who is more likely to plan something big for valentine's day? Skylar; she plans things weeks ahead of time to make sure its perfect

who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public? Both; kinda depends but i see both of them doing it

who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people? Skylar; she will sometimes do it in the completely wrong locations like a taco bell or something

who developed a crush on the other first? Bree; skylar made them realise they were a lesbian

who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other? Skylar; she will want to make the gifts to be really romantic and meaningful

who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other? Skylar; she will send full paragraphs of love letters to bree

who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities? Skylar; i feel she would be very interested in zodiacs and study them

who is more protective? Skylar; I don't know I just feel Skylar would kill anyone who ever hurt Bree just me?

who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other? Bree gets sick more often since they sometimes travels to cold places and forgets to jacket up and Skylar takes care of bree better since its not an alien sickness so its easy to handle

who believes in soulmates? Skylar; she defintely believes her and bree are soulmates

#lab rats #eliteforce #send me a ship #bree davenport #skylar storm #mighty med #brylar #ship prompts

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FANCY DATE (pt. 1/?) JAVIER x READER

AN RDR2 ONESHOT 

-   FANCY DATE (pt. 1/?) (Javier x Fem Reader)

WC: 2,800

SUMMARY: 

You and Javier have a fancy date planned, but unlike him, you haven’t always been the best dresser. He takes you to the Saint Denis tailor to ��help” you out. (BASICALLY... SHOPPING WITH YOUR BF JAVIER)

CONTENT:

- fLUFF!!! - but ummm... a bit more hOT AND STEAMY THAN MY OTHER STORIES WILL BE 

NOTE:  some parts of this is lowkey inspired by the AO3 story HorseFeathers... (sorry, but I loved that shit, js)

　··　　　°　　　　　　.　•　　　　.　　　.　　　　　 　　　　.　°　　✸*　.　　　✶　　　　　　　　　°　°° 　　　        "What's wrong with what I'm wearing, huh?" You rested a hand at your hip, while your other hand held a silver pail. You were in the middle of chores when Javier pulled you aside to discuss his weekend plans with you. You were touched that he thought of it all, but you were suspicious about needing ‘fancier attire’.

        "Oh, nothing, nothing—but um..." He tilted his head, talking carefully as if he didn't want to offend. You had a grey shirt on with the sleeves rolled at your forearms. It had a simple design embroidered into it — but that was all it was — simple. You wore a long, silk skirt along with it. It had been a pretty thing... once. It was red, hemmed up to your knees to show a bit of your black leather boots beneath; but now it was faded by the sun, worn by the work, and in some areas there were small tears and rips. 

        "I can get these stitched in no time," You say, following his eyes and feeling a little embarrassed. "There's really no need to—,"

        Before you could object, he was scooping at your waist and pulling you close to him. You dropped your pail and it rolled away on the floor. You were about to complain, when Javier suddenly held your face so you couldn’t look away. His touch was gentle though, just like his tone. "Although you'd look beautiful wearing old rags, mi amor, what man would I be, to not spoil you? Hmm? And you can't say no to me this time,"

        Lost in his brown eyes, you knew you really couldn't say no. Besides, you remembered all the different occasions he had offered to buy you things. To take you places. To dote upon you. You were just so difficult. 

        "Well, Javi...” You still tried to protest, “I do have other dresses, you know—?”

        He spoke over you, as if he didn't hear. "Hmm, you would be so stunning with a new ensemble. So stunning with pearls at your neck. Matching earrings... a shawl over your shoulders. I could you get in a white dress too someday—,"

        "Alright, alright," You say, flushing a deep red. "Let's just get it over with...”

        Javier smiled wide. "Vamanos, mi hermosa,”

*        *        *

        When you and Javier get to Saint Denis, your heart ached for him. You noticed all the staring, heard all the racial slurs being whispered as you and him passed. You glare back at them, grinding your teeth in your mouth. You want to do more, however. You want to turn back and throw up a-not-so subtle gesture but it's almost like Javier could read your mind, sense your distress, because he grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight. You felt comforted, and paid a lot less attention to it everyone else. Though it might've worked for a little while... you had just about reached your limit when you two walked into the tailor.

        "Are you lost, sir?" A voice said, colored with disgust.

        You hardly looked at the guy who said it, before you spoke up, loud and curt. "No," You answered, before Javier could. You pulled him close to you. "We're not,"

        The man was old with a bald spot at the top of his head. He looked shocked by your words. He studied the both of you, still doubtful. "Well... a lot of what we have in stock here is quite expensive, are you sure that—?"

        Having dealt with these kinds of things all his life, Javier might have known how to keep his cool. But you didn't. You pulled a revolver from your satchel and held it in front of the man's face.

        "Just close the shop and give us fifteen minutes,"

        When you did it, Javier sighed. He couldn't help but grin a little though, seeing you so stoic and resolute. A part of you wished you were like him in more ways that one... sure, at the end of the day you may come out dressed significantly better but there was no changing your ill-temper and boldness. He knew it himself.

        "Knowing us, mi amor," He chuckled lightly, "I'd say we need a little longer than that," He didn't try to stop you as he passed, instead he was already scanning the place.

        You agreed with a shrug and looked at the cashier. The man had his arms thrown up in the air and was staring at you with wide eyes. You smiled fleetingly. "Just keep quiet until we're done, please?" You looked to his side and saw a door. It must have been a closet. 

        While gesturing with your gun, you told him to get in there. The man nodded more than once, gulping as he obeyed you, twisting open the door and vanishing inside.

        "Alright..." You say, stuffing your gun away. “What’s this expensive stock?”

        Your eyes glossed over the mannequins. Ridiculous hats stood on display and you flicked your fingers at a long feather sewed onto one of them. You rarely ever went shopping much — and never in a fancy place like this. Seeing the options, though, a part of you felt like you weren't missing out too much. 

         “Javier,” You groaned in annoyance. “I don't know about this...” 

        "Ah, be quiet,” He said over his shoulder. “This’ll be fine,”

        You went on for a few minutes struggling to find something you liked. It didn’t take long for Javier, though. 

        He had something in his hand and he was waving you over to him. “C’mere and try this for me,”

        “Me?” 

        “No, the tailor... yes, you!”

        You walk over and look at what he was holding with a grimace. When you made no move to take it, he cocked his head.

        “Do you need me to put it on for you, or—?”

        Half-annoyed by his teasing, you snatched the dress and set it beside you as you began to undress.

        You had to crane your neck to the floor every time you undid the ties of your corset. But once it was off and your blouse dropped loosely at your shoulders, you felt yourself being pulled away. Without warning, your back was against the wall and Javier had his arms at your sides, keeping you there.

        “Or...” He said, smiling at the sight of you trapped by him. 

         “Do you need me to undress you...?” His voice trailed. And so did his hands. He went from kissing your open mouth, to grazing your bare shoulders.

       “Javier,” You said, stiffening behind his touch. Although you didn’t want him to stop, you couldn’t bring yourself to match his building aggression. “I pulled a gun on the tailor to be in here... I think we should be quick, don’t you?”

        He laughed against your neck. “Oh, I can be quick—,”

        “That’s not what I meant—,”

        “No?” Your blouse fell lower and he started kissing your collarbone. 

        ”Javier!” You hissed.

        ”Ay, I’m just toying with you,” He withdrew, turning on his heels. He was chuckling to himself while you rolled your eyes, flushing with heat. You held the dress close to your chest as you watched him look through the store, whistling.

        He threw two more dresses your way and you sighed, taking them into you arms as you went to head into the changing room. 

        "Why don't you just change in here?" You heard him say. 

        "It would be too much excitement for you, it seems,"

         He made a tsk sound but let you go. 

        You went to the other room. You had no trouble... until you slipped inside the new dress and found that you couldn't tie up the laces at your back on your own. With pursed lips you shuffled out to get his help. He smirked devilishly when you did. And boy, did he take his time with it. He was humming, his fingers brushing the bare skin of you back. It sent tingles down your spine, but you tried not to show it. You knew what he was doing. Knew he was stalling. After a few seconds you folded your arms across your chest impatiently. 

        "Having trouble?" You huff, your voice thick was sass. Just as you said it, he took the strings and gave them a tug - one so sudden and forceful it made you yelp.

         "Fun—actually," He corrected, tying a knot and speaking close to your ear.  "Now turn around,"

        You did as he said with a deep scowl. When you turned, Javier had a hand at his chin and his eyes moved over you lazily. 

        "Mi amor,” He drawled after some time of silence. “You’re so sexy when you're angry—,”

        "Oh, save it. Is it good enough or what?"

        "Sure, it’s beautiful... but all I want to do is take the dress right off you again—,"

        Before he could touch you, you stormed back into the changing room to see for yourself. In there, you realized the dress looked a lot better than it did when handed to you. Javier had an eye for this kind of stuff, and you couldn’t deny it. But the longer you looked, you found that you didn't feel comfortable in it. It seemed to much. Too cluttered. It just wasn't you.

        You told him that — and he was more than happy to help you out of the dress and keep looking. Every now and then, though, you’d feel him from behind you, pulling you back against his own body. Sure, he was a lot more helpful you could’ve hoped — but he also had a habit of getting carried away, too. You had to cut him some slack though. It wasn’t every day you two could be alone. You yourself wanted something more than the simple pecks you would give each other at camp, but still you knew that someone had to have an ounce of restraint. You had to remember... your goal was to tease him just like he was teasing you... and this date tomorrow? You wanted it to be special. You couldn’t spoil all the fun now.

        The next time he made a move on you, he had taken you in by the waist and slumped into a chair, bringing you down with him. He had you in his lap, your legs hanging over the arm rest. He kissed you long enough to leave you breathless and when you felt his hands moving over you, you heart was racing wildly. Before he could get too far, however, you stopped them.

        “Javi,” You whispered into him, drawing back.

        “What is it? Am I hurting you?”

         Far from it. But you didn’t tell him that. Instead, you sighed, turning away from a kiss — knowing fully well how that drove him crazy — and tapped your fingers lightly against his chest.

         “Javi, if we were to... you know...”

         “Yes...?” He asked, the slight impatience in his voice making you crack a smile.

         “Well... I...”

         “Yes, Y/N...?"

         “Well, I wouldn’t want to in place where an older man is an earshot away,” You slipped off his lap and stood in front of him, shaking your head like you were talking to a child. "Can you control yourself, please?"

        Javier lolled back into the seat, looking upset, but huffing in agreement. "Fine,"

        Though he finally stopped trying to grab at you, it didn’t lessen that lusty look he had in his eyes whenever you put something new on and went to show him.

         You tried on a few more dresses, skirts and blouses, some you picked, some he picked — but you still felt yourself getting more and more annoyed.

        “You can’t just say you like them all,” You chided Javier, yanking at the skirt of your dress so it laid straight against your legs as you stood before him.

        He looked confused. “But I do,”

        “Oh, please, that last dress had pink ruffles—,” You grimaced incredulously, but he cut you off. 

         “On anyone else I’d say no. But you — you can pull it off," Javier gave a shake of his head. "Y’know... I don't think you're aware of your own beauty, mi amor. You’re always trying to hide it, but there's just too much. And dressing modestly like you usually do... it isn’t gonna stop people from looking... it never stopped me,"

         You start to argue, but stammer and shut your mouth. You found it hard to believe him when he said things like that. You never thought of yourself as beautiful, let alone all that attractive. You knew, however, that if Javier caught you doubting his compliments or being critical of yourself and your looks, he’d go on an even longer rant of flattery and praise, with sadistic threats in between. Then he'd end it off with saying he ‘was only trying to make you love yourself just as much as he loved you’. Your heart fluttered and not wanting him to have to go off again — you sighed.

         “Alright, fine... but eventually you’ll have to make up your mind up and help me pick just one. I—I don’t want to go back to camp with 10 pounds of clothes.”

         “Fair enough,” He said. “But you be honest with yourself, alright? You’re saying no to these dresses because it’s not what you’re used to. But if you know you like it, then hermosa... it’s all yours,”

         A few more minutes passed until you had finally pulled into something that made you stop and stare at your reflection. It might’ve been the one... but a part of you was still unsure. 

         When you came out, Javier was sitting down at the table, rocking back in the chair. Once he turned to you, he stopped rocking and let the chair fall hard against the floor. 

         “That’s it. That’s the one,” He said, pointing at you. 

         “Oh, c’mon," You started to blush. "You’re just saying that because you want to get out of here...”

         He snorted. “You’re kidding, right? You’re over here strutting around half-naked and you think I want this to be over with?” He stood up and dragged you over to the mirror again. 

        "Look. You know it, too. I see it in your eyes. You like this one... admit it,” He was beside you, brushing his fingers through your hair as you looked at yourself again. You started to smile with him.

        “Aha! Eres una preciosa mujer, lo sabes también,”

        You tried to force the smile down as he planted kisses all over it. “But vanity is a sin, Mr. Escuella—!” (You knew bringing that up always drove him crazy too).

        “Oh, shut up. Killing's a sin too, but it’s just part of our lives, ain’t it?”

         He gave you another kiss. Then you went out picking the smaller things, shoes and accessories, to complete your new ensemble. When you were done — you found that Javier was still browsing as well. 

        “Wait—why are you looking for more clothes?”

        He almost looked offended. “We have to match,” He said to you, before continued. Soon Javier had found a black suit, with a tie and vest that went beautifully with the colors of your own outfit

        And finally; the two of you were done. A part of you was against the idea of bothering to wake up the tailor at the front of the store, but the better of you had you doing it anyways. You knocked on the door with your revolver and let the man out. You had found him in the fetal position and you almost felt bad. 

        “Sorry,” You tell him, "but we’re ready to pay now,”

        The man looked baffled, walking back to the register as you smiled sweetly.

        Javier pulled a wad of cash out of his vest pocket and slapped it onto the counter. You weren’t sure of how much it was, but you did know it was enough to get the owner drooling and Javier grinning as smug as a peacock. 

        He hit the guy's shoulder. Although it was nothing more than a teasing hit, the man looked like he had jumped out of his skin. Javier smirked even bigger. “Why don't you keep the change?"

        You kept your gun on the man as he collected the money. "Oh, and... this never happened, understood? You never saw us,"

        The man only nodded.

        Then Javier hooked you by the arm and hauled you out of there. His smile grew bigger as you both hit the streets. 

        “Look at that... they’re already staring,” He whispered close to your ear.

        “I know. Thanks a lot — it’s all ‘cause of your skin color,” You said sarcastically.

        He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and snatched up your hand. Your fingers interwove with his and he planted a kiss on them.

        “Te amo, mi amor, even though you are difficult,” 

        “I know I am,” You smirked. “Por eso te amo, Javier..."

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  AN: if my Spanish is wRONG, I AM SO SORRY & please correct me.  but anyways, thanks for reading! Please let me know if I should write about the date ;)

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Villian eraserhead Au: First time meeting Present Mic

Yes, I did make a villain eraserhead Au. I couldn't help my self. So here's his design and Present Mic's first time meeting him.

Hizashi hummed softly as he made his way home down the deserted streets. He had just gotten off his job at the studio and had picked up some groceries. He lived in the bad area of the city, so it was rare to see people out and about at night. Then again, most people were probably sleeping at 11pm. Unbeknownst to him, a ruthless, sleep deprived villain was stalking him from afar on a rooftop. 

Eraserhead was standing on the rooftop blending in with the pitch black night sky. His golden eyes (contacts are great for hiding your identity) followed the movements of the hero who was out of costume. His scarf slightly fluttered behind him as the wind picked up for a second. As the unsuspecting hero got closer to the building he was on, Eraserhead narrowed his eyes. 'How can anyone be so cheerful and upbeat? His loud personality might make this harder. Luckily, there aren't that many people around.'

Hizashi pushed his round, red glasses up his nose as he suddenly stopped walking. He felt as if someone was watching him. Creepy. he looked around, but there was no one around other than the old lady who was entering her apartment building. That didn't stop the chill that crept up his spine. Perhaps it was someone on the rooftops? Eraserhead noticed the blond's uneasiness and thought 'crap, he knows he's being watched. Best to attack while he's on edge.'

Hizashi was really anxious that he couldn't see anyone despite the fact he just knew he was being watched. ''I don't see anyone- are those golden eyes up there-SHIT' Hizashi's eyes went wide as he found himself suddenly bound completely in a scarf and with the inability to talk. His groceries were on the ground, no doubt ruined from their fall.

Eraserhead had swooped down and captured the blond in one swift movement. He had also erased his quirk to keep him from yelling before dragging the captured hero into a nearby alley and securing him to a fire escape.

Hizashi was panicking big time.'Shit shit shit SHIT. FUCKING HELL. ERASERHEAD CAN ACTUALLY FUCKING ERASE QUIRKS?! HE'S NOT A MYTH?! Oh no oh no oh no oh no- OH NO!!!! Doesn't he kill people? Why did he drag me into the alley?!'

Hizashi squirmed in his bonds, but it was futile. He was stuck in a standing position with his hands fasted behind his back and tightly to the fire escape behind him. His legs were bound to the fire escape as well- probably to keep him from kicking at the man in front of him. his torso is also bound to the fire escape to restrict his movement even more.

Eraserhead sighed with annoyance. "Would you stop squirming?"

He put a knife to Hizashi's neck as a warning. "Even think of screaming or yelling and I WILL slit your throat." He then dropped his quirk. "Do you understand?"

Hizashi froze at the threat before trying to nod without getting cut by the knife. Eraserhead's voice was really scary and no doubt the work of a voice modifier.

Eraserhead grinned under his grey mask that had a golden smile on it as well as a voice modifier under it. "Hmm, good. Nice to see at least some heroes have a sense of self-preservation."

The knife was removed from his neck, to Hizashi's relief. Though, he was still freaking out. 'How the hell did he know who I was? I thought no one could recognize me out of costume. What does he want with me?' Hizashi decided to glare at the villain. He may not be able to yell for help, but that didn't mean he was going to play nice.

Eraserhead just laughed at the glare. "You look like a feral kitten." He then frowned as he pointed the knife at Hizashi, a few inches from his face. "I suppose I should cut to the chase, hmm?"

Eraserhead lightly tapped his chin with the knife as if in thought "You know, I can't help but wonder why Present Mic himself would be sticking his nose into the underground world." He then twirled the knife in his hand. "Don't you limelight heroes tend to usually avoid the underground? The underground is no place for a loud blond, you know."

Hizashi grite his teeth and hissed, "Why do you care?"

Eraserhead just pay the hero's head. "The underground world is mine and I don't appreciate unwanted attention to it."

Hizashi glowered and sassed, "I thought it was All For One's playground?"

Eraserhead laughed darkly "cocky, huh?" He roughly pulled his hair upwards causing Hizashi to gasp in pain and then leaned into his face. "What's left of that fossil's influence won't be around much longer if I have any say in it. This is your only warning Hizashi Yamada; Stay out of the Underground world."

Hizashi responded with a defiant look.

Eraserhead sighed as he put the knife against Hizashi's throat. "I really wouldn't test my patience if I were you."

Hizashi spat out, "Fuck you. I'm not going to just drop the case and let that bastard get away with what he did to his son."

Eraserhead hummed as he let go of his hair and got out of his face. He twirled his knife as he thought. Hizashi continued to keep the defiant look on his face.

Eraserhead asked, "This is about your adopted son, no? Izuku Midoriya, quirkless son of All For One who was left to drown after being diagnosed as quirkless?"

Hizashi narrowed his eyes. "You got a problem with my little brother being quirkless?"

Eraserhead hummed, "no, I suppose not. A quirk or lack of one doesn't define a person after all. Although, I do find it quite amusing you think you could have taken on the very same man who put All Might in critical condition a month ago."

Hizashi's eyes go wide with disbelief.

"Although, you don't need to worry your pretty little head about Little Izuku's dad." Eraserhead laughed. "I've already taken care of him earlier today. His remains should arrive in several boxes to Detective Tsukauchi."

Hizashi stuttered "w-what?"

Eraserhead beamed, "he's dead. All I had to do was erase his original quirk and all the other quirks overwhelmed him. Apparently, his quirk is what allows him to not die from having way too many quirks. Erase it, and he's a goner. So now that you've got no reason to poke your nose into the underground, I'd advise you to keep out of it." He pointed the knife at him. "Or else."

Hizashi gulped, "r-right. Stay out of the underground. G-gotcha. W-will do."

Eraserhead leaned in once more. "Well then, now that that's out of the way, what am I to do with you?"

Hizashi nervously suggested as he squirmed in his bonds, "you could let me go?"

Eraserhead studied his knife with an amused look. "No, you'll try to attack me once you're free if I simply do that."

Hizashi groaned, "come on, man! I've got to get home to my brother as well as replace those groceries you made me drop."

Eraserhead rolled his eyes. "You can buy more groceries in the morning. oh! I know!" He chuckled before knocking him out with a punch to the face.

Hizashi was out cold. Eraserhead untied the sleeping hero and slung him over his shoulder as well as putting his capture scarf back on. He would just drop the hero off at his apartment unconscious. The hero's ten-year-old adopted brother would surely hear a knock on the balcony door, right? Eraserhead made his way to the apartment and to it's balcony on the second floor of the complex. He laid the hero down before knocking hard on the door. He then ran off before he could be seen.

Izuku opened the door with confusion. "Huh- NII-SAN!" He dragged his brother into the apartment and closed the door.

Izuku deposited him on the couch before  running back to the balcony. "I wonder how he got here if he's unconscious? Did someone bring him here? But why knock him out ... unless they were a foe? But why would a villain return a hero safely home?" He saw a figure off in the distance standing on a rooftop.

 "Huh?" He then saw golden eyes. "Eh?! Was that Eraserhead?!?! DID NII-SAN RUN INTO HIM? How is nii-san still alive?!"

~~~~the next day~~~~

Izuku leaped into the Cat Cafe in his burnt school uniform and ducked behind the service counter.

Aizawa blinked at the kid, thinking, 'why is Present Mic's brother hiding in my cafe and covered in burns?'

Bakugo could be heard outside yelling "get back here you damn quirkless nerd! how dare you still try to be a hero!!! you're better off dead!!!"

Izuku flinched and curled into himself.

Aizawa sighed deeply before going outside. "Hey! If you don't stop yelling quirkist things outside my shop, I WILL report you to the police. Now scram!"

Bakugo just growled before storming off.

Aizawa went back inside while grumbling about quirkist brats ruining his quiet afternoon.

Izuku hesitantly glanced at the owner of the cafe he was hiding in. 'Huh, he looks dead inside-HOLY SHIT IS THAT ERASERHEAD?! I MEAN, HIS HAIR IS PULLED UP AND THERE IS NO GOLD HIGHLIGHTS IN IT, BUT HE COULD BE USING HAIR DYE AT NIGHT.  I can't believe I just used a villain's cafe to avoid my bully. And... he noticed that I'm staring. I should probably stop- DAMN IT! Why am I still staring at him? should I say something? I probably should? But what? Thanks for not letting me die at the hands of a bully when you're a villain and could have thrown me to the wolves? Nah. Shit, he's talking to me. What did he say?' 

Izuku managed to say, "huh?"

Aizawa was knelt in front of him with concern. "Hey kid! I asked you if those burns were from that egotastic brat out there."

Izuku stuttered, "u-um, yeah... but I'm fine! it's nothing compared to what I usually face!"

Izuku was confused at his question.  'Why is he so concerned about me? I thought villains didn't care about others?'

Aizawa sighed. 'He seems hesitant to answer me. Not to mention his eyes flashed with alarm and perhaps recognition when he looked at me. That's not good. He might know who I am. Although, his lack of concern for the state he is in is rather concerning.' 

"Those burns don't look like they're nothing, kid." Aizawa pointed out.

Izuku flinched. "It doesn't matter. No matter what school I go to, it's always the same. Teachers don't do anything. Never have, never will. Doesn't matter how hard Nii-san tries to get them to stop. After all, in the end, I'm just a quirkless kid wasting their time. It gets worse when Nii-san interferes, because how dare I the quirkless freak get a hero to help me? How dare I try to get my brother to save me from them."

Aizawa deadpanned, "ever heard of home school, kid? it's probably your best bet."

Izuku responded, "I actually haven't considered that ... man, I feel so stupid for not thinking of that!"

Aizawa stood up. "Well, I've got to get back to work. You okay walking home, kid? Or do you need to call someone to pick you up?"

 'This is so surreal...' Izuku shook his head. "N-no, I'm fine, Mr. Er- um" he looked at the guy's name tag "Aizawa."

Aizawa pretended he didn't hear the slip up. 'So he does know, interesting... it's not everyday you meet a 10 year old who can recognize a villain out of costume on the spot. I might need to keep an eye on this one just in case he decides to try to do anything against me.' "Goodbye then, kid."

Izuku ran out of the cafe after saying goodbye.

Aizawa muttered, "this one's going to be a problem child."

Izuku sighed in relief as he got farther away from the cafe. 'Well, fuck. I hope he doesn't know that I know who he is. I should probably pretend I don't know who he is to be safe.'

There will be more parts to the story in the future.

#villain eraserhead #villain aizawa #villain!aizawa #present mic #izuku midoriya #first time meeting #izuku is one smart ten year old #Aizawa can and will stab someone #mha #eraserhead #arch enemies #frienemies in future

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

One Night Only 2, Part 5

Dedicated to @muse-of-mbaku and I should've been did this a long time ago. I sowwy. Word Count: 5,290

Warnings: Softboi!Erik, Smut

Erik blinks slowly before touching his locs in a reaction that has come to mean he's not completely sold on your idea or thought process and you should think it through. "Aight so.. your plan is to fly Corey out here to the house to force him to talk to Anaya, but you say he ain't tryna see her or be around her for more than, what, ten seconds..," Erik's brow wrinkles.

"It's because he's emotional," you sigh shaking your head flippantly. "He cries easily when it comes to her and Anthony. Then he feels like a babyback bitch so he doesn't want anyone to see that side of him, but that's just how much he loves her. Which is why he needs to talk to her face to face," you gesticulate. "So I just need you to talk to him and convince him to come here because he might listen to advice coming from another quote-unquote alpha male."

He licks his lips, brow furrowing. "Watch yourself," his eyes twinkle. You offer your hand in relent.

"Chill moe. He's stubborn is all I mean, but that's another reason you could talk to him, y'all have that in common," you cheese. His brows go up in playful warning before you get serious again. "No, but you know as well as I do they belong together. They know it too, they just need to be reminded. I can't handle both of them, I can only hold one at a time. If one walks away I need you there to keep the other from leaving."

"Oh, like that?" He leans back on his elbows looking up from the bed at you as you plot your intentions.

"Bro, like that. Hopefully it doesn't come down to it, but knowing Anaya's temper and Corey's level of petty, it might."

Pulling out his phone. He dials a number and puts it on speaker. It rings twice before Corey's lazy voice picks up.

"They done got to you bruh?"

"My girl sad cuz your girl sad and it's cuz'uh you. Bring ya ass and fix it... Tired of this shit."

"Niggas got work."

"Not no more, we all held up off our schedules for this hoe shit. Get on a plane, you know the address. Don't make me have to come get you."

"Oh you tryna hoe me now? That's cool then, buy me another pair of sneakers when you touch down, bitch."

"Nigga fuck you," Erik's face scrunches.

"Since we hoein' an'shit.. yup. Hit my cash app. Have my gift in hand or be prepared to get that ass beat. Give a fuck if you a rapper nigga."

Just as you're about to step in because the conversation is getting way out of hand, you shut your mouth.

"Whatever bitch, you heard what the fuck I said. Get here," Erik mumbles.

"I said I'm coming, damn."

Corey hangs up and Erik balances the phone in his palm looking at the screen before turning his attention back to you. You don't know what the hell kind of communication that was, but if that was how they communicated, it had nothing to do with you.

"He'll be here.. What you gon' tell Anaya?"

"ANAYA ALREADY HEARD," a muffled voice fogs through the wall. Her room is a few doors away but she is nosey as hell in the next room. Erik's hard squint toward the wall only rips the sputtering snicker roughly from your lips. He's not used to people being nosey in his house.

"My bad," you almost snort when he wipes the particles from his face and stares at his hand like how dare you spit on him. "Stop, it's not poisonous. Lick it," you prompt pushing his hand to his face. He turns away like a baby not wanting the food you're pushing but he doesn't do that when he's kissing you. He leans backward on the bed seemingly to avoid you, but you see where this is going. You climb on top of him and like you suspected, he grips your ass with his free hand while you wrestle with his other thick hand trying to force it near his mouth as he snickers. You have every intention of playing along with his game. "LICK IT," you yell pushing his wrist as he tilts his head. You can feel him getting semi-hard beneath you.

"There are children in this house," Anaya yells through the wall.

"They ain't mine," Erik yells back before flipping you so that he's on top. The sloppiest kiss is what follows and then two chaste ones on your tongue since you refuse to put it back in your mouth.

"What you wanna do about the leaked number," he asks pulling back. You'd already gotten it changed, but you didn't know who posted the number onto twitter in the first place. If it wasn't Armont it had to be a business contact. You doubted it was anyone really close because they could've done it at any point and this seemed like too late in the game for bullshit like that to occur. You hadn't even seen the tweet in question though.. and you'd searched your name and your fan created hashtag #y/ngang.

"I just want to know who did it so I can move on without being paranoid. I can't even find the tweet they said was posted. I think it was deleted," you admit.

"You know damn well shit don't just disappear on the internet," he mumbles sitting up completely to dial another saved number and putting the phone on speaker. "Erik," the voice greets in a professionally chipper tone. "Quentin," Erik responds dully. "My girl's number was leaked on social media and that's a problem for me."

"Safety concerns, I get it," Quentin offers. "Shouldn't be too hard to figure things out. Did she change her number? That's the first thing I'd recommend."

"Yeah she got a new number, but I still need to know who's responsible for this leak or she can't give her new number out like she needs to. It's affecting her career and her lifestyle therefore it's a serious issue for me, you feel me?"

"Oh absolutely! Uhh, what is her account handle? I can check things out and call you back."

Erik gives him the necessary information and hangs up. "That's two problems. What was the third one? The babysitter. What she do?"

"Erik, I was disgusted," you sit up before recounting the situation of child neglect and catching the chick in your closet wearing your clothes. When you'd checked your closet it was clear she'd tried on multiple dresses and even sprayed your Dolce perfume a few times. It wasn't that you were hung up on these material items so much as the principle. She shouldn't have been in your stuff. She didn't know you and you didn't know her. "So not only had she not fed or cleaned up Anthony.. been all up and through my shit.. but when I kicked her out she ain't wanna leave immediately. I had to go downstairs and then I heard the door close like I'd scared her or something. What the fuck?"

He shakes his head unsure of what to say. "She lucky it was you who caught her and not me. She ain't mess with my shit wonder why?"

"I don't know but she weirded me out. Courtney, who we have now hasn't tried anything like that so far."

"Well you fired the other bitch and she ain't been back so things should be alright now."

"You right," you sigh letting it go. "Charge it to the game."

"That's right," he says rising and adjusting his dark grey joggers over his black briefs. "Was that it?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect you to stop and handle everything right now but--"

"Why wait," he interrupts, "Procrastination never helped anything."

"Facts.."

"I'll be in the gym," he calls over his shoulder as he shuffles from the room. Well.. that's that then. You'll just wait now to see what happens.

---

"Use your fans to track it down. Somebody gotta screenshot," Anaya says as she's beside you in the home studio spinning in a rolling chair. You've gotten far off the task of messing around with the sound of instruments for the fifth possible track on your album.. that is, if you don't switch it with the seventh track. Anaya was supposed to be telling you which order was better, but she was on her phone and deaf to the world around her. "You know what, I'll do it so your name doesn't have to get tied to it."

"Thank you because I'm not trying to dig myself deeper into anything stupid. I let my servants do the dirty work for me," you tease.

"BIIIITCH," Anaya rears ready to flame before getting distracted again.

"You got ADD," you comment. She's hooked to that phone.

"You got a nappy ass kitchen," she quips without looking up causing you to flinch at the quickness of the comeback. You feel on the hair at the back of your neck ready to come back at her but trying to find something else. "I'm a mom of a one year old boy, it's a requirement that I know how to multitask. I'm posting now trying to get some info. Hashtag Y/N. Hashtag who has those digits. Hashtag Y/Ngang. Hashtag.... wait. I just had a thought," her head shoots up. Her chair stalls.

"What if it's a page that doesn't like you?!"

"Who doesn't like me? It's me." Pft.

"But if someone's hating on you they don't see you," Anaya gestures to your general area, "They just see a generic image. Some bitch who has everything they want in life."

"I don't... hm.. damn, I do have everything..," you pause, "..but I've worked for it. It wasn't easy."

"You have."

"I may not deserve every good thing that comes--"

"Don't start that doubting shit," Anaya interrupts, her index going crazy to emphasize each point. "You deserve it. You worked for it. Anyone in your ass about it can catch these hands."

"I love it when you talk violent," you tease biting your lip.

"You so stupid. Shut the hell up," her eyes roll. "ANYWAY. I say we create a fake account but make it a hate page and talk shit. Then reach out and see what people are talking about you."

It's a good idea. You hang behind Anaya's shoulder as she creates a throw away email and a fake Twitter account handing you her phone. Instantly, you start hammering out tweets.

@ Y/N give it up, singing is not your ministry sis

People say Y/N is attractive. Okay, but consider seeing an optometrist?

If I have to hear her sing off key one more time I'm cutting my ear off like Van Gogh

"Done," you say handing the phone back to Anaya. She sputters and almost drops the phone. "What the hell," she cackles.

"What? That's the type of thing a hater would say. I've seen things like that said about me before. You've seen it too."

"Okay, but you got them beat in originality," she chuckles spinning in her chair. "Okay so let's search up the hating tags and.. here's an interesting account. There are about three, four, five.. nine tweets about you in this tag from one account. I BET they'd know something. I'm messaging them about my hate for you right now."

You stand over her shoulder to watch the screen as she sends the DM.

"They probably won't resp- Damn that was quick," she mumbles. The minutes slip away as you watch Anaya type back and forth, bullshit to this person on the other side of the screen who seems to absolutely hate every fiber of your being. You expected passive aggressive anger where they'd say something and then move on, but no. It's been twenty minutes and they haven't begun to talk their shit it seems.

And Killmonger doesn't even love her. I heard that he's gone all the time and they're not really together, it's just a publicity stunt so she can profit from his image since she lacks talent of her own.

"What the fuck....," you stare at the messages that keep popping up. Lowkey it's kind of bothering you, the passion and the time that they dedicate to hating you. Also, who is clocking Erik's schedule to know when he is and is not home?

Ooh tea? I need sources, Anaya responds with the eyes emoji. She's linked to a tea page with a discussion board consisting of twenty eight pages of back and forth chat, as well as pictures and videos of you.

What the hell....

For a bunch of people who claim to hate you, they spend a lot of time being hyperfixated on you. They look like fans. On page four there's the screenshot in question taken from Twitter and reposted with laughing emojis and various people saying that they called just to call you a bitch and hang up. Of course, you know for a fact that was a lie, you hadn't answered.

The poster of the tweet exposing your number seems to be a different account than the one you and Anaya have been chatting to. Anaya looks up the account and it's still activated, they've just taken down the tweet although they still talk shit. It's like a rabbit hole.

Anaya takes all the screenshots she can and stretches her thumb out before copying the links. You'll have to give them to Erik to pass to that guy he spoke with on the phone or get his number from Erik when he finishes his workout.

---

Over the next few days, you work only on your music in the home studio and in the recording studio where your team gathers. It's a lot of tedious work and a lot of trying different things, but it also feels good to be doing what you love. Erik is Erik.. consistently busy and everywhere and that's fine because you know you'll see him when Corey comes. Anaya has been enjoying the house, lounging and playing with Anthony while Courtney the new sitter has been stepping in mightily to give her breaks.

The day finally comes when your phone lights up with a message from Corey to say he's on the ground in LAX and taking a car. That means he'll get to your place in an hour. You check the time and call Anaya who's out back with Anthony playing in a plastic pool Courtney brought over to let Anthony splash in. You let her know she has an hour to prepare herself for whatever's about to happen. She just says okay. Then you call Erik. Corey gave him the heads up a long time ago it seems.. so he's already on his way home. Turning back to the computer before you, you put your Drop headphones back on and continue to edit your vocals for the track six, deciding it's missing something. Angling the Shure mic on the table, you speak a sentence and fade it into the next recorded verse.

You almost jump out of your skin when Erik drops his hands on your shoulders, laughing at your reaction.

"When you start rapping?"

Your heart thuds as you remove your headphones and check the time. Fourty minutes seems like ten when you're working.

"That's my greeting? Let's do this again. I'll walk out and come back. This time put a little more love in your reception."

You watch amused as he walks back out looking back at you repeatedly. He peaks his head in before sauntering into the room and approaching you. You stand and meet him half way hugging him before smoothing down his beard gently.

"Now that's better. Thank you," he mumbles bumping your nose with his and walking to the screen where you've been working on your project. "Can I hear what you have?"

"Of course." You want him to hear everything you have so far but you have to show him when you both have the time. For now, you just play track six watching his face closely for any change in expression as he shakes his head gently to the rhythm. "What do you think?"

"It's not finished, but it's good.." He's really focusing on the individual sounds you can tell. "I like where it's going, but... Yeah, you'll figure it out," he nods cutting his commentary short. He's not feeling it, but he's not one to harp on negative things regarding you or at all really. He sees that you understand the song kinda sucks right now. You nod in response deciding that the song is nowhere near being complete as he said and suddenly you hear where parts could be smoother and words could be omitted. It also comes to mind to change the entire arrangement. "I think I got it," you smile.

"I know you do," he confirms, "You always figure it out."

Leaning your head onto his chest, you hug him again and he rubs your back. So you decide to go a step further and slip your hand under his white graphic button down. There's a black and white image of a big fearsome cat printed near the neck. You begin unbuttoning the shiny magenta buttons from the bottom. He did make the shirt look damn good. You peel it off of him and toss it over your chair, working on his slim black Louis belt then his black Levi's. Close the door, you remind yourself before scooting off to lock it.

Your cut off hoodie comes off in a lithe motion followed by your shorts and panties in another quick push. When you reach him, you each have the same idea simultaneously yanking each other roughly, clashing bodies. He's got you by the waist and the low bun and your nails sink deeply into the keloids of his biceps as you sink to the floor intertwined, his body under yours. Your head swings to the side and your body envelops his, covering him and like a second skin while you slide back and forth.

"Grab my dick.. Put me inside." He holds your hips in place while you reach under and grab his length, sliding the tip along your lower lips and slipping it into your cave. "Don't tease my shit, ride."

You sit with the dick inside, shallow, and make slow even rotations taking his hands from your hips and pinning them near his head. You tend to do this slowly and watch his patience deteriorate bit by bit. He doesn't speak again, but you watch his eyes fixed unblinking on yours as you continue your slow wind, smug.

You keep winding and then pause, realizing it's not giving you the feeling you want and are used to. He's not reacting the way you expected either. You wanted him to get frustrated and take that passion out on you but..

"That's it? Or did you wanna dry hump me too?"

"You're annoying."

"Nah, I just wondered how long you'd do that knowing it wasn't hitting shit for you or me. Did you have fun?"

Planting your hands on his chest you push from your knees to the balls of your feet and bounce up and down taking him deep the way he likes it. It's mildly painful, but also very pleasurable. This is the position that changes his tune. If he's mad, you can always hit this position in the bedroom and soon he's back to singing your praises. A little clit stimulation and you'd be closer to coming too. Reading your mind, his fingers swipe his tongue and then reach to rub your small nerve bundle in the way you love.

"Bounce it, gimme all that."

You go as long as you can, taking the pounding in stride no matter what.. until your knees give from the fatigue and your body gets weak from the pressure of your building orgasm. You decide to ride, rocking against him from on your knees. You're close.

"Faster," he whispers, a hard quick slap to your ass. Oh shit.. You go faster until your body gives you that jolt like you're about to cum. "Wait what you doing," he panics suddenly.

"Reverse cowgirl." Giving yourself a quick and slick break, you have to pause to turn around, but you manage to keep the dick in and start back riding building your speed. Reaching down, you grab his balls gently to force him closer to orgasm. He moans a little when you play with them and you continue until he grips your legs.

"You tryna make me nut first."

"What was your first clue," you smirk giving his sack a mild tug forcing him to cuss sharply. He likes this.. and so do you. You want him to cum and after two more well timed pulls, the white creamy fluid shoots inside you.

---

"I missed this," he pants, his minty breath on your ear as you claw his back and bite your lip, your knees high on either side of his large body.

"I'm coming," you breathe letting the electric current cause your body to shake and jolt. When you finally calm down some, he pulls out and you pant quietly while he lays beside you. A glass of water at this point would be great. Swallowing, you sigh big. "It's a shame Corey had to come to bring you back home to me," you pout. His kryptonite. He kisses his teeth.

"You know I got a lot I be doing," he whispers but you're not truly upset with him and he knows that. You know better than to fault him for his career and interests. He never did that to you.

"I forgive you. You're here now," you smile seeing the warmth in his almost black eyes.

"I ASKED YOU A SIMPLE QUESTION," Corey's voice yells so loudly that it carries to where you are. You check the time realizing you'd done forgot all about him. Shit, shit shit. Scurrying, you pull on all your clothes piece by piece and Erik stands leisurely putting his clothes back on but leaves the shirt unbuttoned and his sneakers off and on the floor.

Following the shouting, you walk out into the hall and see Corey outside of the guest room facing the doorway. Anaya's calm angry voice is loud now too.

"And I don't have to answer the way you want me to. I answer the question how I answer it and you take what I say as what I mean. I mean exactly what I said," she asserts loudly. You get close enough to lay eyes on them both and you notice baby Anthony on the bed sleep. How he could sleep through all the yelling was beyond you. Must be used to it.

"...I'm a ask you one mo' damn time," Cory points walking into the room straight up to Anaya with two fingers, almost pushed into her face. She doesn't budge knowing he knows better than to put them any closer. He's not that reckless afterall.

"What's the question," you yell cutting in with a hand between the angry couple. Anaya's eyes go straight to you, her hand flying up in exasperation.

"He keeps asking me if I'm FUCKING anyone at WORK.. I don't know how many fucking ways to say no. Do I need to sing it in a song because words don't penetrate."

Gaping, you flatten your hand in the air and lower it signaling her to come down a notch. Few times have you ever seen her this angry. Her lips purse and her eyes shift briefly before her head tilts and her foot swings on its heel. She's trying.

"Corey. Back the hell up," you say slowly pushing your hand forward to gesture he should step back. He takes two quick dramatic steps back, shrugs, and crosses his arms. "Show me the picture," you prompt moving closer to him and watching his phone screen when he takes it out. It looks like a woman who looks like Anaya and it does look like she's on her knees and her head is obstructed by a mans ass and groin area though his pants are up.... it doesn't look good. His fly could be down... He's got one hand in front of him because on camera you can't see it. It looks like he could be palming her head. "Um.. wait. Neither of y'all say a word to each other. I need to examine this."

How can you tell Corey that the photo is a lie when you'd think the same thing as him seeing the photo with no context. Anaya said she was picking stuff up from the floor, but the photo is cropped so there's no proof. But there's also no concrete, hardcore evidence that Anaya is lying.

"She wouldn't do something like this especially in public," you say aloud looking at every detail you can and zooming on the photo.

"No offense, Y/N, you like a sister to me for real, but no one figured you for sex in public with niggas you barely know but look how that turned out. How am I supposed to be sure? I'm just supposed to accept that she just might be cheating on my ass and that's supposed to be okay? I gave everything to this fuckin relationship I can't st- Man, shit." He made it halfway to the door before Erik blocked it.

"For starters, fuck you," you glare. "Second, look at you right now acting like a bitch. You always forcing me to do some shit saying I need to boss up? Yeah, it's your turn to face your relationship head on. Put your big boy pants on. Stop being a BITCH."

"You call me a bitch one more time," he points.

"And you'll do what," you challenge stepping closer.

"Pluck you in that bigass sixhead. Sit ya ass down."

"I wish you would! You lucky Anaya loves you, stupid ass. But you need to trust her! Anyone who gets accused constantly like that and not believed would be mad. You're basically calling her a hoe. How long is she supposed to hear that she's a hoe from you?"

"Maybe don't do hoe-ish shit," Corey snarks narrowing his eyes with sarcasm. You can feel Anaya's rage behind you building. It's a concoction of anger, frustration, pain, and annoyance. This is cutting her deeply to her core.

"Corey... Do you honestly think that lowly of her?" Your own heart is shredding at this point and heavy.

"I don't think lowly of her, I still love her... I still love you and shit," he says to her now, "But goddamn I don't know what to do. I always felt like some nigga would come along and try to take my place.. I tried to do everything so you wouldn't feel a need to go to no other nigga for nothing and then I hear that you suckin dick in the office and y'all messing around. Bitch sends a damn PICTURE. What would you do with that? You'd leave my ass. Lie and say you wouldn't. Lie and say you wouldn't!"

"Get out my face," Anaya sighs.

A loud smash steals the attention of the room and it wakes the baby who looks confused and a little scared before going back to sleep. There is Erik with a stack of plates. You hadn't noticed he'd left. One plate is shattered on the floor from hitting the wall.

"We taking this downstairs." Erik's eyes narrow and he turns leaving the room. You see Anaya look to Anthony who's sleep again and the three of you head downstairs after Erik finding him in the middle of the living room. He hands a plate to Corey. "Smash it," he commands. Corey eyes him, feeling the weight of the plate in his hand and staring at the wall before throwing the plate.

"FUCK," he yells throwing his arms and stretching them.

"Feels good," Erik nods handing Anaya a plate. He doesn't have to tell her. She smashes it and then another one, her body dropping the tension, arms going slack and hanging. It's so sudden when she starts sobbing, you're shocked but you rush in to hold her as she let's loose on your shoulder, shaking.

"Regardless of what the pictures show... This the mother of your child," Erik speaks, his eyes on Corey whose arms are over his head like he's trying to stay standing. "This is the one who takes care of your home, feeds your child. This is the one you decided to marry. Till death do you part. Y'all ain't dead," he shrugs. "Neither are your feelings for each other apparently."

You can't see Corey's face but you can hear him sniffling and see his hand moving constantly to wipe at his face and he groans like he's frustrated at himself for crying.

"Y'all gonna get over this. It won't be easy. But you both need to." He's looking at Anaya now and he touches her shoulder gently not taking her from your embrace. His voice comes out lowly and it's so warm and kind it's comforting you as well and you're not even the target. "Now you know this damp ass nigga be crying himself to sleep to Jodeci. You got the type of nigga to sing Frank Ocean to a picture of you, thinking bout you.. You really finna let that go? ....When you know he luh you that much?"

Her sobs have slowed and her breathing has begun to even. He turns back to Corey.

"Y'all are meant to be together.. People gonna test to see if they can get between y'all.. Don't let em," he nearly whispers. "I stay getting DMs saying my girl been with hella other niggas in the industry."

"Hold up, what DMs," you murmur looking over. Not to ruin the moment. But what DMs??

"--other niggas who ain't got a pot to piss in," he adds.

"Who is sending these DMs," you ask a bit louder.

"I even seen shit photoshopped to look damn realistic... but I trust her. She ain't give me a reason not to. Even if she did, I'm not giving her up that easy. NOOO," he frowns. "That's mine. She stuck with my ass."

"Ok but can we go back to who is working so diligently to craft such ridiculous lies? Can we get that info?"

"Y/N.... Shut up. This ain't about you. See that?" He turns back to Corey. "How long it take y'all to be comfortable and real with each other like that? Love when you reach a certain point.. it ain't always worth starting all the way the fuck over. Some relationships ain't meant to be, true. But it took Y/N to come along and teach me that there will be someone in your life worth fighting and dying for and nigga.. you got two. Don't fuck this up. This small shit. Look at this girl, how in love she is witcha ugly ass.. You see that shit?"

A moment passes and Corey approaches you and Anaya slowly, locking eyes with you and requesting permission to Anaya which you grant. Carefully you pull back and let Corey take your place holding her. She starts to cry again and this time he's rubbing comforting circles on her back and rocking her gently. Erik tilts his head giving you the sign to go with him upstairs leaving them alone and the two of you silently make your exit.

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