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hanmasghost · 2 years

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Tokyo Revengers babysitting child!reader

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A/N: This shit has been on my mind since like- January so I finally decided to write it, it’s taken me awhile though because of on and off motivation, apologies

Characters: Mikey(Bonten), Koko(Bonten), Kazutora(past)

Pronouns: He/Him

Tags: @reallyromealone

Warning(s): someone gets shot, child neglect, Sanzu gets bullied by reader, me bulling Ran, hinted de@th

Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano:

“His Redemption”

A few weeks ago Mikey had called a surprise meeting. Not even Haruchiyo Sanzu, Mikey’s number two, knew about it. It was completely unexpected.

Everyone thought it was just gonna be some kind of random mission that Mikey decided to drop on them last minute. And in way that’s kinda what it was.

Tho there was something different about this mission. It wasn’t really a mission.

“I’ve called you here today because I need you all to behave.”

“What do you mean boss? We’re a criminal organization~ we’re not supposed to bEhAVe” A tall man with short, dyed hair said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and in a way, it kinda was.

“Well no shit, but the boss obviously told us this for a reason, Ran.” A shorter male with a dyed mullet said.

“Yeah but-“

“Shut up. Let the boss finish you morons.” A man with a cigarette hanging from his mouth said, his voice showing his annoyance with the two men.

“… as I was saying… I’m going to be needing you guys to behave. I’ve been babysitting a child as of late, and I’ve decided to start bringing him here, and I’d rather not have you guys kill someone or something and traumatize the kid.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped.

The boss babysitting a kid?

The most feared man in the world?! Babysitting a kid?!??!?

Kokonoi was the first to recover.

“And? Do you expect us to gamble quietly or something? You know how extreme those nights can get.”

“I don’t care. Just don’t do anything to harm the kid physically or mentally. I will take any such actions as a traitorous act and deal with it as such.”

“HUH!? BUT BOSS-“

“End of discussion. You’ll meet him tomorrow. Clean the place up.” And that was the last thing Mikey said before getting up and leaving the room.

And just as Mikey had said, the next day there was a kid there.

He looked anxious? No one was for sure.. He was just.. standing there blankly. Either he’s nervous about being around some really sketchy looking people, or he’s been around Mikey too much.

Ran was going to tease him and possibly try scaring him a bit but before he could, he was dragged away by Rindou, who knew he enjoyed messing with and scaring little kids.

So that left Kokonoi, Sanzu, Takeomi, and Kakucho with the kid. Mochizuki was currently busy getting things, per Mikey’s request.

“Soooo… ya like drugs kid?” Sanzu awkwardly asked.

“… Ugly.”

“HUH!?”

And that’s how Bonten met the small kid Mikey took care of on weekdays.

After Y/N had been there every week for five days the members have learned to grow on the kid, even if he was rude and and impolite on the occasional day. And they still didn’t like that they had to behave.

Usually when they had to deal with traitors, or just anything that could possibly harm or traumatize him, they would play games with him somewhere else. Usually it was Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu, but of course they had their own things to do.

So when those situations happen Y/N is with his favorite Bonten member, his actual babysitter, Mikey.

Today it was Sanzu’s turn to watch Y/N, while everyone else continued to do their missions Mikey had given them this morning.

None of it was related to killing anybody.

So when Mikey heard a gunshot he was confused, and like most confused and curious people, he went to check it out.

On the way to going to where he heard the shot from he found Y/N, he was running straight towards him.

“MIKEY! MIKEY!”

“Hm? What is it?”

“UGLY-SAN TAUGHT ME HOW TO USE A PEW PEW!” Y/N exclaimed, pulling a gun out of his hoodie packet.

“… I think I need to have a talk.. with Sanzu.. Mikey said slowly as he recognized the nickname Y/N had given the pink haired male.

“Why?”

“No reason..just don’t aim that at anybody important.. okay?”

“So I can aim it at Ran?”

“… sure I guess.. go for it.”

“What about Ugly-San?”

“…. Go ahead.”

“Oh! Okay…” Y/N said drifting off.

“Got something to add?”

“I kinda… already did… Ugly-San’s foot turned red…” Y/N admitted picking at his fingers.

“.. I see… so want some Doroyaki?”

“FUCK YEAH!! FOOD!!!”

“Where’d you learn that from?”

“Fuck?” Mikey nodded in reply “Ran and Koko yell it to each other a lot saying “fuck you” and stuff, they told me it means vic- vic something..”

“Victory?”

“Yeah!”

“That makes no sense but okay… anyways about that Doroyaki”

“FOOD!” Y/N yelled, running down the hall, practically jumping off the walls. He turned around occasionally to make sure Mikey was following and keeping up with him.

Sanzu then appeared next to Mikey and started explaining that Y/N had shot him. Mikey stopped him mid story by saying “I know. Now move, we’re gonna go get Doroyaki.”

“HUH?! BUT-“

Mikey ignored Sanzu and picked Y/N up, who was behind Sanzu, waiting for Mikey, and continued walking towards the exit of the building.

Y/N looked over Mikey’s shoulders and stuck his tongue out at Sanzu.

Mikey will never know that Y/N had just stolen Sanzu’s gun, and accidentally shot him in the process, trying to get Sanzu’s attention.

Well he wouldn’t know for a good while anyway, not until he checks the cameras.

Even when he did check the cameras he still took Y/N’s side, mainly because Sanzu was supposed to have his gun hidden from Y/N’s view.

Also cause Y/N is the favorite.

Why?

Because you gave him life.

You made it so he could leave this place knowing he did something good.

Because you were his redemption.

Kokonoi ‘Koko’ Hiajime:

“Not Just a Paycheck”

Koko had gotten a job awhile back. He wanted to make some good cash.

Sure he already has a lot, but he wanted more. Why? Cause Kokonoi is a greedy money whore. That’s why.

So he decided to babysit a wealthy woman’s kid.

Koko expected him to be a total brat but he actually found the child to be quite insecure and unsure of his actions.

He always asked Koko if he could do this, or if he could do that, as if he was always told no.

The more Koko hung around he realized that the woman was usually always home when he was there.

So why need a babysitter?

He asked her and she said it’s because her son needs constant attention from an adult, and she cannot give him any.

The thing is, the kid, otherwise known as Y/N, rarely asked Koko for anything, he only asked if he could basic things like go outside, or have a cookie.

Koko signed up to be a babysitter. Not a parent.

Though when he tried to quit the woman offered to raise his pay. Koko being Koko had dollar signs in his eyes as he said he would stick around awhile longer.

The next day when he came to watch you again he expected to see you sitting at the stairs by the main entrance, waiting for him to come take your hand and take you to go do something.

That’s not what happened this time tho.

Once he opened the door to your mansion his legs were immediately attacked by you embracing him, keeping him from not being able to move.

“Hey buddy… what’s wrong?” He asked, putting his free hand on the top of your head and ruffling your hair.

Apparently your mother had brought up how Koko was thinking about quitting during dinner and that they would probably have to find a new babysitter.

What upset Kokonoi tho was that when you asked why he was gonna quit your mother told you that you were nothing more then a paycheck to both him, and her.

“Hey buddy.. look at me..” Koko spoke softly, trying to comfort you.

You looked up at him with teary eyes, it broke his heart. He wouldn’t admit that though.

“C’mere.” Koko said opening his arms down towards you.

You let go of his legs and reached up for his hands. As you did so he scooped you up and held you so you were both face to face.

“You are way more then a paycheck alright buddy? You’re much, much more.” He said smiling at you. In all honesty he was on the verge of tears, but he smiled at you anyways. “So don’t cry okay? Wipe those tears.”

Wiping your tears away you proceed to bury your face into his expensive jacket. Probably staining it with more tears as you continued to cry.

Not that Kokonoi really cared, he could always wash the jacket later. Plus, you are much more important to him as of now.

Kazutora Hanemiya:

“His Escape”

Kazutora would have never thought he’d be babysitting a kid before. Despite said thought, here he was, taking care of 6 year old Y/N after he had run into Y/N’s mother on the street who had practically begged him to babysit her child.

Kazutora wasn’t gonna accept at first but the woman started crying and pulled out a wad of cash. So he said fuck it, and accepted.

The thing was that the woman basically just gave him the wad and ran away after telling him to meet her around 4pm at **** park, leaving the six year old with him in the middle of the streets.

Being only a teenager, Kazutora didn’t know what to do with the child so he took him to get ice cream. Kids like ice cream right?

Neither Kazutora or the child, Y/N, who Kazutora only knows the name of because the kids mother said it in the middle of her begging, had said a single word up until they entered an ice cream shop.

“So uh… what flavor would you like?”

“{chosen flavor}”

“Alright I can do that.. what size cup do you want?”

“I get to.. choose?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

As Kazutora finished his sentence he watched as Y/N went up to the cup dispenser and grabbed the large cup. Kazu smiled and also grabbed a large cup.

I mean, the woman did give him a wad of cash so why not spend a bit of it on himself and the kid?

Kazutora watched as Y/N struggled to reach the button. It was kind of funny to be honest. Maybe even a bit adorable in a way.

Despite that Kazutora decided to end the poor child’s suffering by reaching his hand out towards him.

“Need some help? I can fill it for ya.”

Y/N looked at him, at the cup, and back at him with a pout and a nod.

Kazutora grabbed the cup and filled it up. He then smiled as he handed it back.

Damn, he was smiling a lot.

It’s weird to not have to force it.

As much as this realization made Kazutora question things, he decided to ignore it. He wasn’t gonna get answers anyways, so why not just move on and enjoy his day.

Kazutora then filled his ice cream cup as well, he chose vanilla bean of course.

Kazutora walked up to the register with you after putting some toppings on your ice creams. He helped you hand your cup to a lady who was working the register.

He payed for your ice creams using the money your mother had given him and then took you to a nearby park.

You had already eaten a majority of your ice cream by the time you got there tho.

“You having fun kid?”

All he got in reply was an ice cream filled smile and a vicious nod.

“Good… me too.”

Kazutora’s mind wondered off to his earlier realization.

He was.. genuinely happy.

Was it because of you?

But why?

Was it because this wasn’t anything gang related? Was it because taking care of you wasn’t gang related?

But he enjoys messing around and doing stuff with the gang. He enjoys plotting his.. revenge.. on Mikey…

Right?

He does enjoy that stuff right?

Maybe… he doesn’t?

Kazutora took a deep breath, and after counting to three he exhaled.

Maybe he should.. take a break?

From like gang stuff?

The real question is… could he take a break?

How would he go about it?

Unless…

Maybe if he babysat you more often… he could have a small break every now and then.

Yeah… that might work.. I mean, it’s not bad either. You are a good kid. Pretty fun and dorky too.

So maybe it wouldn’t be bad if he did ask to babysit you more? He wouldn’t mind it. Hopefully you and your mother wouldn’t either.

“Uh so… what would you think if I asked your mom if I could babysit you more often?”

“Banana boy be around more then?”

“Hey! I!-“ Kazutora sighed “yeah.. I’ll be around more often.. also call me Kazutora, kid.”

“Kazu!” You smiled.

“It’s Kazutora… it’s better than banana boy tho..”

“Kazuuu!”

“Hm? What ya need kid?”

“Kazu stay?”

“That depends on what your mom says.”

“I’m alright with it.” A voice from the left of Kazutora said.

“Jesus!-“ Kazutora screeched “oh- sorry ma’am. You caught me off guard I suppose..” Kazutora said apologetically while scratching his cheek.

“No worries, I did come a bit earlier than I said I would after all.” Your mother explained, smiling at Kazutora.

“So uhm.. ma’am I was wondering-“

“Momma” You said, cutting Kazutora off. “Momma Kazu stay?”

“If that’s what he wants to do.” Your mother gestured to Kazutora with a smile.

“Well actually.. that’s what I was gonna ask about..”

“Then of course! Say.. why not come for dinner? I did ask you to babysit Y/N on a whim..” she said, a guilty smile on her face.

“But ma’am, you already payed me, I couldn’t-“ Kazutora was once cut of again, but this time by a new found weight on his arm.

“Kazu stay?” You asked, clinging to Kazutora’s arm.

“I… I can’t say no to such a good kid like you can I?” Kazutora teased.

Your mother laughed. “He really pulled that card huh? Pffft-“

Kazutora then walked out of the park with you and your mother to her car.

Apparently she had a job interview today and a babysitter she had hired backed out last minute.

So she was super appreciative towards Kazutora. Otherwise she would’ve been utterly screwed over. Luckily she got the job and starts in a week or so.

Kazutora enjoyed his time at your house, he especially enjoyed the dinner that was served.

He couldn’t really imagine where his life would be going if he never accepted your mothers pleas and didn’t babysit you. Probably continuing to falsely believe he enjoyed his life the way it was.

He was grateful towards you and your mother.

You both saved him from his own self destructive thoughts.

You were his escape from that horrible way of thinking. That horrible way of life.

Nothing he could do would ever be enough to pay you both back.

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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A Small Predicament [Baby Genshin x Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Cursed for a week, the boys either have to live with it or find a cure as soon as possible. You on the otherhand hoped otherwise.

(A/n): It only takes ONE glance for me to start having ideas. It was twelve in the morning yall, enjoy~

Oh here's part 2

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Scaramouche

• "Oh you shrank? I couldn't tell-"

• Threatens that he will murder you to pieces and burn your remains but his voice was so squeaky and high pitched (voice crack) that you couldn't help but burst into a tearful laughter.

• Its payback time Bully him, take his hat and hover it above his head. Truthfully, without his hat Scaramouche looks like a little schoolboy. Overall less intimidating.

• Tries glaring. Cute. He's really bratty as a kid, sitting on a high chair (which you had to help him get on) and demanding his servants to do his bidding. In reality, his personality never changed. You realized that even as a grown up he still acts like this (bratty kid in a grown man body).

• The curse made his week a living hell. Signora had the audacity to pull his ear when he misbehaves. Childe constantly messes with his hair while giving head pats and the WORST of all, pinching his cheeks. Scaramouche never wanted to commit arson so bad in his life.

• Eventually finds a cure so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore and orders everyone to never speak of it again. Though, he's plotting how he'll get revenge on everyone who made fun of him using the very same curse (You better run).

~~x~~

Diluc

• "Oh…Oh my! Diluc you're just so cute!"

• Diluc grimaces as you glomp him in this state. How can you help it? With his head so small it makes his hair all the more fluffier! His coat no longer fits him to the point the sleeves had made past his fingertips. He tried wielding his claymore again, only to lose balance and fall flat onto his bum

• (insert kid voice "Retribution!") Did I mention the babyface?

• Diluc tries to act as if everything was normal, acting like the Darknight hero and Mondstadt's Tycoon but fun-sized. He couldn't. There was no way people would take him seriously in business meetings. Same with fighting abyss mages, his smaller form was too much of a disadvantage. Thus you ended up doing most of his paperwork.

• One time you caught him sitting on the floor couldn't reach his office desk while reading away the various books for a cure. It was three in the morning. You told him it was way past his bedtime and he argues saying when did he ever have a curfew schedule. In the end you managed to convince him and he begrudgingly obliges.

• The type to NOT ask for help even when it's obvious that he really needs it. Before he was the one who helped you reach things from the top shelves, oh how the tables have turned. He avoids Kaeya like a plague unless he was in it for another round of funny remarks. When he wanted to go out and get some fresh air, you insisted on accompanying him. Worst mistake in his life. A travelling merchant bumps into you and commented that you had a very cute son. Diluc was mortified.

• The day ended up with him sulking in his room. Although it was tempting, you resisted from cooing over his adorable form after days of treating him like a child. It wasn't because you were teasing him, Diluc just works so hard that you wanted to spoil him a bit. At least he could still play a game of chess with you.

• When things went back to normal, Diluc ensures that you will NOT see him as your son.

~~x~~

Kaeya

• "Well look who it is, my little Prince Kaeya~"

• Tries really hard not be bothered by it at all. Kaeya still maintains his suave facade, throwing in a couple of flirting lines here and there (and forcing his voice to go a few octaves too low in which puberty has yet to occur HA). Though no matter what approach, he couldn't ignore the sparkling mischievious glint in your eye. You were obviously not taking him seriously.

• Things couldn't get any worse. He lost his masculine physique and boob window, he wasn't able to go to certain places without supervision. But the worst thing of all was that he was underaged. Kaeya hated the fact he couldn't drink anymore, he even insisted you to sneak him a few bottles (which you refused) and had to settle with plain beverages such as fruit juice (what an insult). He was never really grounded since his childhood days but he certainly felt like he was grounded now.

• Kaeya still kisses you on the lips whether you like it or not. If you ask him to sit on your lap, he will find a way to turn the position into his favour such as resting his face between your breasts. You're not gonna treat him like a kid, nuh-uh, he actively avoids it.

• Since his personality still remains, Kaeya is a naughty child. He will use his innocent appearance to sway people (even you) to get what he wants. That was how he was able to take a sip of the wine he stole somewhere (he wouldn't tell you). Diluc scolded him heavily and threatened to ban him from drinking from his Tavern for a week (they ended up arguing, Kaeya being the passive aggressive little shit he is).

• He was extremely relieved to return back to his normal form again. He has so much to catch up (specifically his bedtime activities with you *wink wonk*)

~~x~~

Child(e)

• "Hmmm to be honest, this actually suits you very much."

• Unlike the other boys, Childe was completely okay with it. Turns out that YOU were the one who was not going to be okay. If you thought taking care of Teucer was energy-draining then expect Childe to take that tenfold and beyond.

• You've officially became his full-time babysitter who is in desperate need of a raise (and rest). You can't take your eyes off of him and archons forbid that he will ever meet Klee. One point he'll be running ahead by your side and the next you'll find him getting himself in a 1vs7 situation with some shady looking treasure hoarders. Childe genuinely thinks he could take them on but the curse downgraded his abilities. You carried him and barely made out of it alive. (This made you ponder whether the best solution would be to strap him against a chair for the time being…)

• Childe being a child will eat all the candies and ice cream he pleases. You wonder if the curse also turned him a few years back or was it that he acts like this simply because he wanted to (it was the latter). He loves being spoiled, spoiled by you! Childe demands your full attention, spoon-feeding his meals, back rubs and head pats. Yep, he's definitely doing this on purpose.

• Did he just call you 'mommy'? (Childe has mommy kink confirmed). He has so much energy that it was exhausting, you literally had to drag him away from what ever he was doing in order to get him to bed. "No Childe, your sleeping time is 9p.m stop whining." He bargained that he'll sleep if you sleep beside him (you didn't get any sleep. You knew what he was planning. In the end, you tried to make sure he didn't sneak out behind your back.)

• Finally you were able to get out of that hell-hole. Childe promised to make it up to you, you deserve it after all~

~~x~~

Small (aka Xiao)

• "Did you know in the Liyuean language, Xiao translates to small?" You didn't say that out loud. Not when he's this angry (this angy)

• He just stands there, crossing his arms and grumbling. You were hesitant to touch him in case he might hiss at you. Xiao has always been short, maybe an inch taller than you, but seeing him like this made you think 'my almighty yaksha can't be this cute♡'

• He gets mad when you no longer call his name for help. How could you? He's just so precious~ Xiao makes it clear that no matter what form he takes, it doesn't make him weak ("Adepti and you mortals are nothing alike." Or so he says but you could tell he wasn't running as fast as he used to because…small legs). You may not comment on it aloud but he can tell just by the look on your face and it irritates him.

• Also the type to not ask for help but worse. Xiao is an agressive little kid, he seems as if he'll be willing to bite someone's finger off if they try to pet him (He gives strong cat vibes, so thats understandable). His spear was too big for him to wield so he often has to put it away or else he might knock someone over with it. Xiao hates being short so you'll be hearing him complain alot.

• Since he was an adepti, he didn't need to sleep however, the curse must have brought down his power by a significant amount to the point you DID catch him napping. You almost swooned out loud just by taking a glance upon his face. For once he didn't wear his signature grumpy look. Xiao appears like a normal child, one full of innocence. His snoring was soft and breathly but that just meant he was deep asleep. (You wished to take a picture).

• Of course, everything had to come to an end (much to your disappointment), he still complains about the incident to this day.

~~x~~

Zhongli

• How is it possible for a baby to still look so handsome? (Must be his godly abilities)

• Zhongli is unfazed by this 'curse' since his past lives have already taken many forms. Though for some reason whenever he walks down the streets of Liyue, young girls, mothers, ladies all come him was and start complimenting him and gushing over him (he was suffocating). They'd squeeze him tight or squish his cheeks, it only takes once glance before the little girls start blushing and hiding behind their moms.

• Needless to say, despite what form he is in, Zhongli is still able to get free stuff. He got some free candies and some free kites to play with. You had to help him carry his items. Zhongli ends up tripping too much because his tailcoat reached his feet (he decided to just take it off. You had to hold that too). Seems like he can have anyone do things for him in the end HA.

• He still got that drippy voice and you're just like ???? "What on Teyvat Zhongli, you're a kid." This is why you can't see him as one, its nearly impossible.

• Actively avoids Hu Tao and Childe. Once Hu Tao caught sight of him and chased him for hours, he couldn't stay in one spot knowing that she might just pop out of no where. Childe still spoils him, however Zhongli feels irritated by the fact the only things Childe buys him toys (its different when other people do it.)

• Everytime you guys go back strolling through Liyue, you had to hold his hand in case more women come swarming hin again. You swear that at this rate he might get kidnapped because hes just such a beautiful baby.

• Zhongli learned an important lesson after his curse was lifted: no matter how many years he lives throughout never take a form of a child.

~~x~~

Albedo

• You find him buried beneath a pile of books and had to dig him out before he suffocates.

• Albedo has the cutest eyes, they're big and round full of curiosity and they sparkle too (he has the prettiest eyes out of everyone tbh). He is the only person who is fascinated by this outcome and immediately goes in the wild to test out his new physique.

• He was always curious why Klee T-poses when she runs so he decided to try it out himself. She was thrilled to find out that she now has a little brother to play with. In the end, Albedo indulges in the games she always wanted to play but couldn't because he was too old: princess dress up tea parties.

• You felt many things when you saw Albedo wearing a frilly gown and a plastic tiara tucked on his head. Deep down you knew regardless of what gender Albedo was still pretty. Klee even had the guts to redo his hair and hardly anyone was able to recognize it was him at all. He has pigtails, PIGTAILS! You made sure to burn that image into the very depths of your mind forever.

• The only advantage was the he was ablw to fit through small spaces, other than that, being small was way too inconvenient. He knocked down a few of his potion bottles which damaged the floor (thankfully not him) because they were lethal (he wonders how Klee was able to not injure herself when using bombs). You carried him and lifted him to alot of places such as trudging through the snow because Albedo would surely fall on his face due to his small form.

• Enough was enough, he only lasted a day with this and decided to just make a potion and put an end to the curse once and for all.

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mari-lair · 2 years

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Would you be willing to do an analysis on the way Teru acts with Akane? I personally love how comfortable he appears with Akane compared to pretty much everyone else.

The way Teru acts with Akane is something I deeply treasure, so I’m happy to talk about it!

We don't know how they feel into their routine but we know Teru couldn't hide he is an exorcist from Akane, who is involved in supernaturals too. There is no point in censoring himself when Akane already knows he can be just as cold and ruthless as he can be gentle, so Teru has a place where he can be more relaxed. Teru is still a guarded person though, so the one speaking the most is Akane.

Despite being seen as merciless at the start of their dynamic, he lets Akane go into detail about his life and obsessions in a way most characters would get weirded out by. Teru isn’t being indulgent, he genuinely enjoys listening to Akane and learning about him and Aoi. He absolves everything his vice president says, so proud of how much he knows about Akane that he shares his knowledge with his family.

He values their talks, but he never hesitates to bully Akane.

That’s because Teru truly alleviates stress when he bullies Akane, and he is confident Akane won’t run away no matter how much he beat him. He knows Akane well after all, just like he could tell that Akane would value an enchanted pair of glasses, he can also tell the guy is not the ‘run away’ or ‘will get revenge’ type, considering him someone strong enough to handle his bullshit.

So Teru gets to have both his chat pal, and his stress relief.

Somewhere along their strange relationship Teru's interest turned into trust, he relaxed enough near Akane to lower his walls, until the insults and gushing about his family got more personal, effortlessly sharing thoughts that reveal a lot about Teru as a person.

Each time Teru is honest he only gets honesty back, and proof that Akane may be mild mannered and rude, but he is very smart. He usually understands what Teru wants to communicate like no one else does, and while he isn’t as cold as Teru, he doesn’t treat him like a monster either, just an asshole.

This encourages Teru to keep being more open about himself.

I want to bring attention to Teru’s smile here cause it may be small and subtle but it isn’t fake. He is more intrigued and amused than annoyed. When he shocks the poor guy there are stars on his speech bubble, he gets genuine joy from bullying Akane, which is a far cry from the disgust he shows when killing supernaturals.

He even admitted in the spin off that he have fun bullying him:

At its core, Teru feels accepted by Akane.

Teru knows his life is way too different from Akane’s life, he is an exorcist, he is not normal, but that doesn’t bother him as much when he talks with Akane, cause Akane is weird in his own way and he always listens. He treasures info on Teru just as much as Teru treasures info on him.

Is very clear Akane can not follow Teru's thought process or fully predict Teru, but he can grasp his mood and he knows when Teru is being serious. He still understands Teru better than anyone.

Teru is someone that’s hard to work with, that’s something even Teru himself acknowledges, but his conversations with Akane are effortless. It genuinely doesn’t matter that he isn’t normal or that his personality is shit, cause Akane already accepted that, and he chose to stay by his side anyway.

Akane can respect Teru while disagreeing with him. He can be completely caught off guard by a request and still go along with it, doing his best to keep up and unconsciously encouraging Teru to keep being himself, no matter how strange and hard to handle his honest self is.

Is no wonder Teru is so comfortable when he’s with Akane.

This extra also explicitly tell us that Akane is wise in his eyes, and that's big for Teru.

For as much as Teru loves to trick Akane, he is never being condescending, that's just his extremally questionable way to display affection, which I won't go in detail here.

When it matters Teru fully trusts Akane's intellect. The most obvious example is in chapter 73: At the Minamoto's House

Teru normally doesn't expect much from people, even from people he love, like Kou, but he believes Akane can reach the truth on his own. He is still awful at expressing his admiration but the fact he doesn't cut Akane off, only edging him to keep laying his logic out is very telling.

He trusts Akane to reach the right conclusion. And while Akane's view ins't perfect for Teru, his overall analysis of his reasons and actions doesn't fail, the amount of respect and pride he has for Akane is ridiculous. Just look at his face.

Akane is the person Teru trusts the most in the series as of now, but that's an analysis for another time.

#edited on june of 2023 #terukane #toilet bound hanako kun #minamoto teru #akane aoi #tbhk #i have so much more to talk about them but this is already long enough as it is #it was so hard to not slap TERU IS IN LOVE WITH AKANE in this post #like you wouldn't believe how tempted i was #thanks a lot for the ask anon #sorry i was late to reply #long post #so i'll talk about chap 59 at a later date #character analysis

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Your protagonist isn’t supposed to be every reader’s cup of tea

And wow is this a hard pill to swallow. But it’s true.

A good protagonist is going to have character, that menas they’re going to have opinions, stances, and we all know how that goes.

This is also just fun life advice, you got an opinion? That’s great! It also means someone somewhere doesn’t like you for it, like it or not.

As usual, I’m going to use an example.

So, I believe in writing not only as a way to tell stories but as a way to cope and deal with reality. One thing I had to deal with a lot in reality is an upbringing that taught me to be quiet. If I cried, I was being dramatic. If I said I was in pain, it was never as bad as I made it out to be. When I said I was being bullied, they were probably just messing around.

A lot of kids go through this. It’s not right but it is what it is. We can do little more than learn form our parent’s mistakes.

Because of this, when I went into my book Dear Dragon, I knew I wanted to stray far from that. I made a parental figure who was always open to listening, never invalidating and always ready to help. Don’t get me wrong, he makes plenty of mistakes, but this isn’t one of them.

Because of this I have a protagonist (Itazu) who is extremely open about her feelings and opinions. Most people I find have enjoyed her, in fact I’ve had several people tell me their fave part of the book was her and that made me infinitely happy. However, I did have a couple of people who found her unbearable.

And I totally get where they’re coming from. There’s a point in the book where Itazu is kind of restricted, and she is not happy. And she is expressing that frustration while most of the other characters under the same restrictions either never bring up their feelings, do it on rare occasions or in agreement with her as a pose to commencing the conversation.

They saw her as selfish, as self-center. Everything is about her.

And I get where they are coming from, she never invalidates anybody else’s feelings and she expressed understanding of contrary opinions to hers. But she still is expressing her feelings.

And I love that about her. I love how she is unforgivingly honest and open. I love that she’s got feelings.

Itazu is a good protagonist because she’s open, because she’s expressive and because she is opinionated. She’s also not going to be for everybody precisely because of that. And that’s fine.

A good protagonist isn’t for everybody.

Plus, don’t think that an unlikable protagonist takes away from a book. I’ve read plenty of books with protagonists I couldn't’ stand, but had to acknowledge were good characters and part of a good story. Sometimes it can even be a breath of fresh air.

So, stop worrying about what other think about you, your protagonist, your character and heck even your book. If it’s good enough for you, it’s good enough for other people, you just have to find those people.

As usual, check out my book, stories I’ve written plus other social medias: here.

I’m sorry if the example wasn’t great. A lot of my writing advice is just me mumbling over problems I find when writing, but I also can’t spoil future books while talking about it so I had to perhaps simplify too much.

But anyways, can you think of any books you didn’t like the protagonist off despite it being a good character? Give me some controversial MC book recommendations please!

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + ZENIN MAKI + GETO SUGURU || THEM BEING PROTECTIVE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + zenin maki + geto suguru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 17 february

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Heya! Can I request a headcanon with Gojo, Geto, Megumi and Maki being very protective of their childhood friend? Like (reader) is just so sweet, innocent, pure and kind and understanding and, ya know she just give you the "must be protected" vibe, she's just so precious. And tho they know (reader) can protect herself, they also know as well how reluctant she is to use her curse techniques because of how destructive of nature it is, and so they just wanna protect her from curses but as well as from thoses power-hungry elders.So yeah hc 'bout them being (over)protective of their lil ray of sunshine, just a fluffy hc if possible?Thanks for your time!

↳ barista’s notes : so this is the first time i have ever written something for maki, so i hope you guys really like it - if there are any tips, i will gladly take them into account ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ other than that that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come to the cafe again soon!

When you and Fushiguro became friends at a young age, he has always been protective over you since he thinks of you as one of the ‘good people’ that needs to be protected.

The Zenin clan probably thought they got a 2 for 1 deal when they discovered you, but Gojo saved the day for the both of you.

When you both grow older and you went to the same middle school as him, he will beat up anyone that tries to harm or bully you - his sister will notice and tries to stop him but finds it really adorable that he is protective of you.

Since he knows you just don’t want to use your technique, he will ask Maki to train you with cursed weapons and he will train with you to make sure you can protect yourself.

Like I have mentioned in another headcanon, Fushiguro will keep a close eye on you and will stay by your side. If you walk somewhere, he will look at you for a second before talking behind you like a bodyguard.

Fushiguro isn’t one for physical touch, but if he sees someone looking at you in a way he doesn’t like, he will either place a hand on your head like he is patting you or pulls you closer to him by your sleeve and keeps grip on the fabric.

Since he is protective, expect a few texts here and there (if you are not with him) of him asking if you were okay and where you are right now.

He will ask for photos for evidence - so just take a few, please.

In conclusion, Fushiguro will do anything and take as many precautions to make sure that you are going to be okay no matter what situation comes at you.

When you and Gojo became friends when you both were children, he would find you annoying at first due to your kind nature but soon appreciates you as one of the only people that didn’t care about his power/status.

I feel like when you both were younger, you both promised each other that you will marry each other, so he can protect you - I don’t know why just a thought.

When you both attend Jujutsu Tech, he will tell Geto that you are off-limits and there is no way that he has a chance of dating you - he will never have his permission/blessing.

When you both are on a mission, Gojo loves to carry you away (properly in a weird way) from combat since he knows opponents will force you to use your technique to get a sight of it.

During missions, Gojo will always pick the tougher opponent while giving you the weaker one since he doesn’t want you to force yourself to use or technique - even though he knows you don’t even have to use it to fight and you could probably defend this opponent at the same time he does.

When it comes to the clans, he doesn’t trust any of them to see you, so he makes sure to always keep a distance from you to them - if his elders tell him to marry you, that’s one thing he won’t disapprove of.

When someone looks at you in a way Gojo feels weird about, he will swing an arm around your shoulder and just acts like he is teasing you about your height when in reality he is keeping an eye on the person.

When you are talking to someone that Gojo feels a bad vibe from, he will stand behind you in a far distance giving the person a death glare while sliding his thumb across his neck - that his stare wasn’t enough to give someone’s death warrant.

In conclusion, Gojo makes you avoid situations that put you in danger and will hide it with some teasing to make you not realise since he doesn’t want you to think that he thinks you’re weak, he just really cares about you.

When you and Maki were friends since childhood, she would always make you avoid her family since she was one of the first people you told about your technique.

You and Maki are always together no matter what, you both just seem to be together when someone looks for you or her - like if they asked where you were, the person would tell them to look for where Maki is.

Since you refuse to use your cursed technique due to how destructive it is (and by Gojo’s advice not to unless it is urgent) Maki will train you to use cursed tools to help with your combat disadvantage.

Since you and her used cursed weapons, a lot of people tend to avoid you both when it comes to training, leaving you and her to become competitive with each other.

Kugisaki admires you both highly and always wants to be by your guy’s side, so in a way, she becomes protective of you as well even if you are older.

If someone from her clan tries to talk to you, she will just immediately drag you away while glaring at them before mentioning to you not to talk to them - even though you said you didn’t even say a single word.

Maki can be quite blunt at times, so when she tells you that she thinks you can’t handle something, in reality, it translates to “I’m worried about you” - you will learn this after being her friend for a while.

If anyone Maki doesn’t like comes up to you/or she feels has bad intentions, just know she is suddenly by your side in a second - like the flash.

In conclusion, you and Maki are just best-friends that are strong-willed, even though she says things that are quite mean due to her forwardness, just know that they have caring and worried connotations to them.

When you and Geto became friends, he was probably the one that introduced himself to you first since he seems like a friendly person when he was a kind - even if he was a damn tease.

As you grew older, Geto always made sure to slyly be by your side wherever you went so he can keep an eye on you.

When you and Geto enrol at Jujutsu Tech, just like Gojo, Geto will tell his friend that you are off-limits - but on the low, he seems more threatening than Gojo for some reason.

Since your cursed technique is extremely destructive, Geto sometimes makes you go to get Ieiri so you can avoid getting into dangerous missions - he knows you are going to be gone for a while, so it’s a good way to get you away from danger.

If you are adamant to go on missions with him - since you are capable - he will teach you how to fight with hand-to-hand combat since he is more comfortable with you doing that then get yourself hurt by your cursed technique.

If someone is looking at you in a way Geto doesn’t like at all, he will turn to them while giving them a threatening smile - because that’s more creepy than a murderous look.

If you need to be somewhere else, Geto will look at you from afar to make sure you are okay and if you notice, he will smile and wave at you.

Geto is your protector in the shadows, if you are fighting someone with no ease and suddenly something hits them without you doing something, just know Geto is right behind you with one of his curses in hand and if you turn around, he will smile and wave at you.

In conclusion, Geto is someone that is protective behind the scenes and not right in your face, he knows you are capable of protecting yourself, so he does it behind your back as a reassurance to him.

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I kinda wonder, what could bakugou do (hori write bakugou to do) to make him less popular with the "anti" crowd. Like He was a horrid child no doubt and people who try to put blame on Deku or lessen the terrible shit bakugou did aren't great. But as we don't rly see it, we have to assume bakugous behaviour wasn't stopped, we only ever saw his mum "punishing" him when he was being rude after getting kiddnapped. Nothing will excuse what bakugou did, but he has stopped? He's overall a harsh person but he's not harrassing and bullying people anymore, specifically not deku, he's trying to attone for what he did to deku and has now apologised for it. His behaviour was never viewed as justified or good in the series, he's a scary figure in middle school, we're not meant to like his behaviour, so the series itself hasn't justified his actions.

As someone who relate to both bakugou and deku more than I'd like to admit (never told someone to jump tho, that's fucked lol) so I can 100% understand not liking or even hating bakugou but as someone who's not 15 anymore, looking back I also made a lot of really shitty decisions and like bakugou have tried to make up for it, and like deku I was 'friends' with people who hurt me.

Is there anything he can do for the "antis" to just dislike him rather that be "anti"?

(I'm very sorry if you've talked about this somewhere, you can just tell me to look for it if you have, I'll continue to look for your posts on the subject)

Hey there, anon! I think I’ve spoken about this only tangentially and/or in my main Bakugo meta, which is too big for anyone sane to read. So yeah, let’s chat here!

For me personally—and that’s all I can ever do: speak personally. I think it’s important to keep in mind that there is no single solution to please the “anti” crowd. Each fan will be looking for something slightly different in Bakugo’s character, much of which might contradict what a “stan” is currently enjoying. Given how charged a character he is, I'm not sure it's possible to get the entire fandom to like him—what I’m looking for hinges on having a different reading of the story than you seem to. Meaning, I think the series does justify his behavior. Not in any overt, super obvious way like having all the characters go, “Wow, Bakugo! I sure do love how you threaten people all the time. That’s super cool and heroic!” Things are rarely that straightforward. Rather, it’s in a more subtle, but consistent manner that paints a rather conclusive picture across hundreds of chapters.

Simply put, Bakugo is continually rewarded for his actions. Or, if not outright rewarded, his actions are ignored in a way that implies silent acceptance. Characters may not always like what he does... but they're willing to let it slide because Bakugo's heroism was always treated as a given, not something he had to earn and prove.

With the ever necessary disclaimer that I’m not fully caught up yet, here’s a list of some of the things that stood out to me in the first half of the series:

Bakugo’s bullying made him the most popular kid in school.

Bakugo’s bullying was ignored by/outright supported by the teachers.

Bakugo’s bullying did not hinder him from getting into U.A., one of the most prestigious hero schools around.

Despite acting horribly throughout his time at U.A. too, this behavior was continually ignored by the teachers and other authority figures around him.

Bakugo’s struggle to realize that other people aren’t “trash” doesn’t hurt his achievements in any way. He still gets top scores, still wins the tournament, etc.

Bakugo’s behavior gets him special attention from All Might, the greatest hero and Bakugo’s personal idol.

His behavior doesn’t make others dislike him in any manner that’s taken seriously. Everybody is still willing to not just put up with Bakugo, but—in time—start treating his behavior as a quirk (no pun intended lol) that they’re secretly fond of, rather than something he should legitimately be striving to change. Kirishima is the most overt example of this.

This is compounded by his behavior constantly being framed as humorous. Much like with Mineta’s perverted actions, characters might superficially go, “No, that’s bad!” but the story never demands any significant development because then we’d lose the “joke” of Bakugo screaming in rage at the slightest inconvenience, threatening to murder someone over nothing, constantly belittling everyone around him in a “funny” manner, etc. When fans talk about development of a manga character as archetypal and extreme as Bakugo, most don’t really want to see significant change to his base personality. Because then that would result in someone who doesn’t look like the “real” Bakugo: someone nicer, more even-tempered, more mature, etc. But for those of us who were never drawn to that personality in the first place, the continued acceptance of his rude, egotistical, and violent behavior is discomforting. The easiest comparison I can draw is between this and Bakugo’s mother slapping him. That slap is meant to be another “joke”—we see it constantly in shonen anime, something "humorous" you shouldn’t take too seriously because haha, it's just an overprotective mother—but many fans do take it seriously, using it as the basis for a whole “Bakugo was abused and this explains his behavior” reading. Well, I take the “joke” of Bakugo’s threats and insults seriously, especially in a story that starts with something like telling Izuku to jump off the roof. In the same way that many fans want others to treat Bakugo’s mother as a serious topic that has had a negative influence on his development, I want the series to take Bakugo’s everyday actions seriously as a negative influence on… well, everyone around him. But it doesn’t. His base personality is grudgingly adored.

The above two points are seen most overtly in Izuku, who never wavers in his respect for Bakugo despite how Bakugo treats him. Not just prior to U.A., but during their training too. Izuku, as the protagonist, is the emotional heart of this tale, so when he talks about how inspiring Bakugo is, it encourages the reader to see his behavior as inspiring too. Rather than, as said, something that needs to change. Izuku's continued friendship with Bakugo, his adoration of him, and his acceptance of the way he's treated has severely warped how the entire story sees Bakugo's actions. After all, if #pure Izuku can see the good in Bakugo, why can't everyone else? He must not be that bad after all.

I could get into detailed analyses of all the above—like how Bakugo was the one comforted after attacking Izuku outside the dorms at night and how the messed up relationship he has with Izuku is upheld as something to nurture; how the remedial courses he had to take were made to be rather silly, thereby undermining their supposed importance to his development; how Bakugo’s kidnapping had nothing to do with his flaws, but much of the fandom uses it as a way to dismiss any appropriate consequences because, “Hasn’t he suffered enough?” etc.—but in the interest of keeping this within a readable length, I’ll leave it at that. The point is that Bakugo has always been privileged when it comes to his behavior, resulting in others either outright praising it, ignoring it, or demanding that he change a miniscule bit, which always keeps him far below the standards of both his peers and the expectations of a hero. Everyone in 1-A must learn to be even better than the good people they already are... Bakugo needs to learn that other people aren't dirt at the bottom of his shoes. It's never been a particularly impressive development when pit against the rest of the class. All of which can make something like an apology feel pretty hollow. Yes, he’s apologized and I say with all seriousness that that’s great! But how does that apology stack up against 300+ chapters of content? As Bakugo’s words highlight, he's been a really awful person up "until now": he was consumed by Izuku being “miles ahead of [him],” he “looked down on [him]” because he didn’t have a quirk, he “didn’t want to recognize that,” he “hated that,” “grew distant,” “tried to beat you down,” “opposed you and tried to show my superiority over you,” and ends it all with, “it probably doesn’t mean anything telling you all this” before finally getting to the “I’m sorry.” This is basically a laundry list of how horrible a person Bakugo has been for the entire series, with an acknowledgement that this apology is coming really, really late. This is the moment where I could START to like Bakugo, depending on how he acts form here on out, but that pivotal moment arrived after six years of content and in the final arc of the story. It’s too late. Bakugo needed this kind of self-reflection and positive action 250+ chapters ago so he could (hopefully) grow into a better person across the story, not at the story's end. What we got instead is 322 chapters of him being a really horrible person, but the story going out of its way to excuse or even praise that behavior the majority of the time.

As a quick comparison to end on, I think what Bakugo needed was what Soo Jin got in True Beauty. You don’t need to have seen the drama to follow along. The tl;dr is that she has a lot of the core qualities of Bakugo: an all-consuming drive to win that was created due to abusive parents with high expectations, resulting in her bullying a peer to a pretty horrific extent. The difference between them is how the story frames their actions. When Soo Jin becomes the bully she loses everything. Rather than succeeding academically, her grades plummet, making it clear that this anxiety and self-doubt (things the fandom keeps insisting Bakugo is struggling with, but that rarely ever show up in the text) is actually impacting her day-to-day life. Her best friend drops her because she’s not going to support her choices. The boy she likes rejects her. She’s eventually forced to start over somewhere new - which importantly separates her from the girl she was bullying - and get some distance from her parents, resulting in the growth needed to become a healthier, happier, good person again. So when Soo Jin apologizes to the girl she hurt, it feels earned. The story continually recognized how horrific her actions were and put her into a place where she either had to change, or continue losing at everything else that was important to her. Bakugo? Bakugo doesn’t lose. Oh, he claims he does because he’s comparing himself to Izuku constantly, but that’s just him thinking in extremes. He still wins academically. Still wins many battles. Still wins at having friends. Still wins by maintaining the prestige of being a U.A. student. Still wins by getting All Might’s attention. Still wins by receiving Izuku’s respect and an agreement to maintain this rivalry that Bakugo is so obsessed with. Bakugo comes out well 99% of the time, he just thinks he's "lost" because he can't stand not being the absolute best.

For me, the story needed to have Bakugo face consequences for his behavior, not receive rewards and/or have others ignore it, and that revelation/apology needed to come way, way sooner. For me the issue is not a specific action that Horikoshi can have Bakugo do in the next chapter and them bam, I like him now. The problem is Bakugo’s entire concept, how he’s received by the entire cast, and his run across this entire series. "Entire" is the key word there. Which is why the “But he’s apologized. What more do you antis want?” reactions don’t sit well. What we wanted is a better written redemption arc across those 300+ chapters, not a single scene that’s meant to have us forget all the other problems inherent in the story. At this point it’s a far more complicated situation than, “Bakugo just needs to do X, Y, and Z and then we’re golden.” At the end of the day, Horikoshi failed to make me like him as a person and I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to change Bakugo enough to make him likable to me. Bakugo was never the sort of character I’d be inclined towards without a serious, nuanced redemption arc, but sadly, a core, crucial part of that redemption arc took six years to arrive. At this point there’s no way to change the problems in Bakugo’s writing for that huge chunk of the series and not enough time left in the series, it seems, to do the work we should have seen across the entire run. Honestly, idk if the Bakugo we'll get going forward is someone I can just dislike as opposed to being really uncomfortable with, but my money is on there being too little story left and too much investment in upholding Bakugo's base personality for that to happen. I could absolutely be proven wrong! But I think the problems are structural and needed to be better dealt with from page one, not hastily patched over in the final hour.

#BNHA #My Hero Academia #anti bakugo

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Interview with Anders Ohlin in The Black Metal Murders: English translation

Translator’s note: Black metal-morden (English: The Black Metal Murders) is a radio documentary from 2017 produced by Radio Sweden (download). It’s about Mayhem and the Norwegian black metal scene in the ‘90s and contains interviews with Jørn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud, Kjetil Manheim, Eirik “Messiah” Norheim and Anders Ohlin (Pelle Ohlin’s younger brother).

Here, I’ve translated the parts where Anders Ohlin speaks into English (from Swedish). I’ve added time-stamps and short descriptions for the different sections of the interview.

I am working on translating the interviews with Necrobutcher, Manheim and Messiah and will post them soon.

1:51 - 6:35 [Talking about him and Pelle getting into extreme metal]

Anders: We’d started listening to hard rock and it was… We’d, like, worked through all of those… Judas Priest and Iron Maiden.

Narrator: It’s the mid-1980s in Västerhaninge, a suburb of Stockholm. Pelle Ohlin lives here. He plays in the extreme metal band Morbid and his stage name is Dead. Pelle has introduced his five-years-younger brother to hard rock. Together, they’ve worked through all of the main bands.

Anders: And you, like, hungered for this… This Other.

Narrator: The ‘Other’ that younger brother Anders is talking about is extreme metal; music that is faster, darker and harder. A progression of hard rock. Music that isn’t easy to get your hands on at this time. Anders is in his early teens and has gotten his first girlfriend.

Anders: It was my first relationship and it was super-exciting, and I was at her house, she lived in Jordbro, which is, like, the neighbouring suburb.

Narrator: Anders’ girlfriend’s older sister has an LP that Anders simply must show his older brother Pelle.

Anders: It was, like, you knew it was good music, and it was that Destruction record.

Narrator: Anders sees the German death metal band Destruction’s cover and it’s enough for him to understand that this must be good music. [...]

Anders: This. This here isn’t Judas Priest and it isn’t Iron Maiden; it’s something else. I’ve got show this fucking record to Pelle.

Narrator: Anders nags [his girlfriend’s older sister] to borrow the LP. He’s allowed to, but only for the day, so he bikes home in the rain from Jordbro to Västerhaninge as quickly as he can.

Anders: And it was like [excited noise], like a cartoon; the evil wolf, their eyes bulge out and we both ran -- because we hadn’t heard the LP, only seen the cover -- ran to the record player och then Mom walks up and is like: ‘Stop! You’re forbidden from using the gramophone.’ And it was like, fucking hell, is it going to die here and then we explained to Mom -- ‘This is an extreme record and we’ve borrowed it for the day and it’s going back tomorrow,’ -- and Mom was super-harsh and was like: ‘It doesn’t matter. [...]’ And then we started negotiating and agreed that we could record the LP onto cassette [because you don’t need volume for that]. So, it was on full-blast the entire night and we recorded it and stood bent over the record scratches and were like,‘Shit, this is good stuff’.

Narrator: Pelles hard rock style stands out against the usual sweatpant-Bagheera-jacket [style], not least the music.

Anders: The ideals that existed at that time were that you were supposed to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger, which neither he nor I did [laughs]. You were supposed to be handsome and cool and have some fucking helipad on your head.

Translator’s note: Anders is talking about a flat-top haircut commonly referred to as a ‘helikopterplattafrisyr’ -- helipad haircut -- in Sweden. Think H.R. Haldeman. I’m not sure what the English term for this haircut is.

Narrator: Anders and Pelle are apart of a small subculture; extreme metal, with subgenres such as trash metal, death metal and black metal, which provokes with its satanic and morbid symbols. Pelle’s band Morbid pushes the limits of what music can sound like. With his stage-name Dead, Pelle sings on the demo December Moon. The new subculture is not embraced by the adult world.

Anders: Like, we faced this fucking cultural oppression as hardrockers. It was that time-period… And especially if you wanted to do something that was worse than hard rock; it was completely judged.

14:52 - 15:53 [Talking about Pelle being bullied]

Anders: He was beaten at school and to such an extent that he actually died for a while, or however you put it.

Narrator: There’s an explanation to Pelle’s obsession with death. At 13, he was bullied at school and once, he was beaten so badly that his spleen burst. Pelle’s brother Anders Ohlin tells the story.

Anders: He was beaten to death and had some near-death experience as he was laying in the hospital and he kept coming back to that all the time, and I think you can see that as some sort of theme in his songs too. Like, it’s always about the fact that he was actually there and touched something that he doesn’t know what it is, and that was the engine in all that. He was definitely [at the bottom of the pecking order] at school, precisely because he was a bit… He had his special... his special style and was, like, uncompromising, and that was what singled him out, I’d say, markedly from other teenagers.

18:07 - 18:30 [Talking about Pelle’s depression]

Anders: He would neglect to eat, just to get a cassette tape out or arrange a gig somewhere.

Narrator: Anders Ohlin, Pelle’s brother.

Anders: To be a bit harsh, I think that the others gave up at some point. And that’s my personal interpretation. That he suddenly turns around and notices that he hasn’t got the gang with him. And I think that destroyed him.

21:50 - 22:30 [Talking about Pelle’s suicide]

Anders: At first, I was actually really pissed at him… Or, like, angry, enraged. I thought that he’d abandoned us -- which he has. That it was so shitty of him; to just take off and leave this big fucking abscess to the rest of us that just kept growing and growing as the years passed.

Narrator: Christmases become especially painful for the Ohlin family, because that was the time Pelle usually came home.

Anders: No one felt good on Christmas Eve. It was like a fucking ghost all Christmas. Brutal. So, I remember that I couldn’t celebrate Christmas at all for a very long time.

1:06:39 - 1:09:31 [Talking about how he and Pelle’s Swedish friends remember him and his life today]

Anders: All of his Swedish friends see him as this exuberantly happy guy that spews ideas and is funny and has a sense of humor and stuff. Then, it’s like a line is drawn when he goes to Norway and they see him as introverted and mysterious and, like, difficult. And that’s two opposite images.

Narrator: The Pelle Myth is associated with a lot of darkness and death but that’s not how his brother Anders and Pelle’s Swedish friends remember him.

Anders: I think that’s been the devastating part, but it, like, helped him build… strengthen that myth. It’s hard being that funny dude and saying that you’re, like, Satan. It’s hard, it becomes, like, silly.

Narrator: Anders is often reminded of Pelle. Usually because of happy memories but also because of that image that he is fighting to remove; the image that Øystein took of Pelle’s corpse which spread because it became the album cover of a Mayhem bootleg, Dawn of the Black Hearts. The image lives its own life on the internet.

Anders: It’s difficult. It’s very difficult.

Narrator: Pelle’s fans often want to become Facebook friends with Anders; he receives 3-5 friend requests per day. Sometimes, the people sending the friend requests have themselves shared the image on their social channels.

Anders: You say you want to be my friend yet you have an image of my brother from when he’s just killed himself and like… body parts all over the wall. Would you think it was okay if I had an image of your brother like that? ‘What,’ they excuse themselves. ‘Oh, fuck, I’d forgotten that I had that image, that’s… Of course, I’ll remove it and I’m ashamed.’

Narrator: When Anders asks people to remove the image, most do.

Anders: I’m terrified for when my children will start to Google those images… Øystein’s parents inherited the rights after Øystein died and [Øystein’s dad] has destroyed the images and I’ve received the rights, gotten to take over the rights from Øystein’s dad, so if anyone uses them in any form is printed media, I can sue the shit out of them.

Narrator: It’s a small comfort every time one of Pelle’s fans tells Anders how much Pelle means.

Anders: Most often, they have some story. They tell me how they’ve had a tough period in life and how they’ve, like, really been at a crossroads or something and feel that they received guidance from Pelle’s music. That warms -- That makes you happy. That really warms your heart.

Narrator: Pelle’s grave is well-visited and every now and then, there’s a handwritten letter or a box of snus by it.

#mayhem #the true mayhem #per ohlin #pelle ohlin #per yngve ohlin #jorn stubberud #necrobutcher #kjetil manheim #eirik norheim #manheim #messiah #black metal #black metal history #true norwegian black metal #lords of chaos #my translation

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You Can’t Punch a Ghost

Ch 7. Death comes to those who are assholes

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Katsuki glared at the ice eyed newcomer from across the cafeteria. He hadn’t been able to get into a battle with him yet, his being in the class a threat to his goals of becoming number one. What business did an American transfer student have in Japan? Couldn’t he just go take up space somewhere else? Anywhere else?

Every day he didn’t fight him felt like a punch to the gut. He needed to prove that he was number one in the class! And how could he do that if the little shit kept avoiding him?

He growled as Icy Eyes laughed at something dunce face said, he already was nearly finished his lunch that had been piled higher than the damn nerds! How did that stick figure eat more than deku? He was probably the scrawniest kid in their entire class! Nothing made sense!

Not to mention that look he would notice from him every so often. That glint in his eyes, the taunting smirk, though there was also something else. Something he would spot in those eyes when he would shout at Deku or bump past him. He thought it was recognition but there was something else to it. And he couldn’t place it.

Those didn’t matter though, all that mattered was finding a way to corner the fucker and prove he was the best in the class!

Which had been so much harder than he ever expected.

If there was one thing that icy eyes was good at, it was disappearing. Katsuki tried to trail him one time to corner him, but he turned a corner and vanished by the time Katsuki managed to make it to the corner himself. Even in the halls of the school, one moment he was surrounded by dekus nerd squad and the next! Gone! Vanished! What a coward!

Yet someone had to be fighting him!

He showed up today with a bandage over his nose. Someone punched him in the fucking face and it wasn’t him!

It was as if he avoided fighting Katsuki just to piss him off! And it was working! He will find a way to fight icy eyes! And he will blast apart his shitty ice along the way!

Danny cast a grin towards Mr. ‘I can make my hands explode so I think I’m better than everyone here’. He was glaring at him again and Danny found a cocky grin always got him to look away. He hadn’t really had a chance to interact with the blonde, but he wasn’t exactly too keen on doing so. Mainly since he reminded Danny a little too much of Dash. Especially with how he acted around Midoriya.

Danny didn’t really understand how everyone was unaware of their relationship but it was definitely not an extremely healthy one. Bakugou was aggressive, but he has different types of aggression. A lot of bark and no bite when it came to people he hung around like Kirishima and even Denki. But with Midoriya, it’s like he had some sort of issue with the fact that he was just breathing. The bark would always become a bite around him, and everyone seemed to treat it like normal behaviour.

Danny could handle bullies. He was used to it. He was a small kid in a small town with the weirdest parents a child could ever ask for. He could take a hit, he was resilient even before the accident. It was always better if the bully targeted him instead of Tucker or some other kid, because he could handle it. He could always handle it. He had to handle it because what if those around him couldn’t? Couldn’t protect them from danger, couldn’t protect them from the pain, themselves, the screaming, the crying, the voices that constantly circle in his head, freak, loser, creep! Her voice, her voice always there, in the corners, the deep and dark corners he tried to bury. To hide in- hide from. The voice her voice echoing whispering, haunting what are you? What are you? Some freak pretending to be human? Or a creepy little boy with creepy little powers? A foot in the grave and the other planted firmly on the unforgiving earth, unable to choose, unable to be whole, always torn, always a freak. Just a freak just a freak just a freak just a freak-

Bakugou was a bully to Midoriya, and lately Danny had been drawing his attention. And he was just fine by it.

Ancients, he could even teach him a lesson, one that Poindexter would be proud of.

He may just do that, actually.

An annoying laugh snapped him out of his thoughts and he glanced up to notice a new blonde staring down at him with the most condescending look possible, “oh? Is Class 1-A ever so broken over their recent loss that they had to bring in an American? Oh how your class has sunk so low!”

Danny very slowly blinked then turned to Uraraka next to him, “who’s the kid with the creepy smile?”

The boy took that personally, dramatically flailing backwards, “Creepy? Creepy? I think that out of everyone in this school, you’re the creepy one! My classmates say they doubt you even breathe! What is your quirk? ‘Being useless and weird?’” The asshole reached out a hand and Danny slapped it away, standing up, “oh? Another aggressive type, are we?”

Danny then grinned, briefly flashing his fangs and causing the bully to jerk back, “Why don’t you go bother someone who cares to listen to your insults? I suggest a bathroom, there’s plenty of mirrors in there.”

He then sat back down as the people around him all paused, then the kid looked ready to scream when a girl grabbed him with … massive hands.

Okay. Yeah, sure. Got it. Big hands. Nothing makes sense.

“Sorry about Monoma, I couldn’t stop him when he saw you and basically bolted across the room. It’s nice to meet you, my name is Isuka Kendo!” She introduced herself with a regular sized hand.

Danny very slowly took it and shook it, “what’s his deal?” Danny asked, casting a quick glance at the struggling student in question.

“He has a bit of a grudge, the classes are numbered 1-A, 1-B, and 1-C and he has a bit of a problem not being in class 1-A so he tries to prove our class is ‘better’. Really, it’s more annoying than helping anything, we all have the same end goal in mind.”

“Huh. May need to get a therapist for that,” Danny shrugged. “So what’s his quirk?” He asked right before shoveling a good amount of rice into his mouth.

“He can copy other people’s quirks.”

Danny could feel the blood drain from his face as he dropped his fork and began choking on his rice. Out of all the people in the world, he knew he could probably find a way.

Just as he began sputtering and coughing, Monoma managed to somehow slip out of Kendo’s grasp. He watched in dawning horror as he saw Monoma’s hand flicker in and out of tangibility, making it much harder for him to stand up, though he seemed to manage to roll to his feet with a loud cackle. He copied his ghost powers.

He copied his ghost powers oh god.

“Now let’s see what great and powerful quirk you happen to have, American boy!” Monoma cried.

Danny saw Monoma’s breath mist just as he launched himself in the mimic's direction, knocking him to the ground and holding him firmly by his shirt, “how long does it last?” Danny hissed, he could NOT let his secret get exposed like this. Especially not like this!

Monoma’s face twisted into another grin, “What? Afraid I will use it better than you?”

Danny noticed his hand go intangible again, did he not notice what was happening? Danny lowered his voice, “look my power- my quirk is dangerous. I don’t need you accidentally killing yourself with it-.”

Monoma then coughed, causing Danny to pull back a little as spit got on his face. He glanced back down to see the other boy's eyes wide in horror, a hand now clutching his chest, “this… this doesn’t feel right.” Danny frowned, slightly confused until he realized that Monoma’s skin felt cool. His skin paling, tinging blue. Deathly blue.

Danny didn’t think. Thinking took too long and he needed to fix this now.

So he hefted Monoma over his shoulder and bolted out of the cafeteria, startling everyone as he slammed out the doors and tore down the halls. He spotted the sign pointing to the nurses office and the door itself shortly after, slamming in and dumping Monoma on an empty bed. He spun around, frantically searching the room before spotting a small lady staring at him in surprise. He pointed to Monoma, “I- he copied my quirk and- and I don’t know, something is wrong,” He managed to blurt out without being too obvious.

The doctor lady nudged him aside and leaned over Monoma, a frown causing more wrinkles to form on her face, “and you think it’s because he copied your quirk?”

“I don’t, yeah I think so, I just-, is he dying?” Danny couldn't tear his gaze away from Monoma, he was out cold now but he was just too still. His breathing was shallow but it was still there, thankfully. He just met the jerk but he didn’t want him to die. Especially not because of him.

“His quirk only lasts 10 minutes of usage, but some quirk suppressants may help,” the doctor said as she revealed a syringe. As soon as she finished giving Monoma the suppressants, colour returned to his face, his breathing became deeper and more even, and within a minute, he looked just like he had a few minutes prior to this mess.

As the blonde slowly flickered awake, Danny let out a sigh of relief.

“What exactly is your quirk, young man?” The doctor suddenly asked. “Especially to cause such a reaction, why doesn’t this happen to you?”

Danny froze.

He presented his quirk as ice… but… he got his powers by dying. Did… did Monoma copy the death aspect of his abilities? Was… was his body dying to accommodate the sudden ghost powers? Or could his body just not handle the ghostly powers so it began to kill him?

He swallowed thickly, clutching his right arm tightly as he tried to think of a lie to connect it to his ice.

“Uh-, it’s er, Phantom Ice. Like really weird ice,” He vaguely explained.

The nurse raised an eyebrow, “how is it weird?”

Danny began to scratch the back of his neck, “uh- it doesn’t, it doesn’t melt. Not unless I make it melt.”

“Hmmm, odd indeed. Did you have any complications when the quirk first manifested?”

Danny glanced down at his hands, remembering when the ice first manifested. Well… remembering what he could. Honestly a lot of it was a bit of a blur. There was Sam, she and the town had been taken over by ghost plants. He remembered he had been cold all week, constantly shivering, unable to get warm no matter what he did. Looking for help. Flying, the ghost zone, so much snow… then waking up and Frostbite hovering over him.

“I was… I was cold. For an entire week. It started with an odd shiver, but then it got worse and worse. It got so bad I thought my entire insides were covered in frost or something.”

“Did it eventually return on its own?”

Danny slowly shook his head, then realized that he probably should have agreed with her speculation, “I… have a friend who knows a lot about ice p- quirks. I went to him and he helped me control it.”

“You went to this friend? How old is he?”

Danny nearly fell out of his chair as he spun around to see Aizawa standing in the doorway.

Oh no.

Oh no his lies needed to be more airtight now that Mr. ‘I can see through all your lies and even your soul’ was here. How old were kids when they got their quirks? Six? Eight? It wouldn’t make sense if the friend was the same age as him. Too young for any control. And Danny really couldn’t picture Frostbite as a child.

Okay maybe he could a little. Like a little puff ball of icicles and fluff.

Focus, Danny.

“He-, he’s a family friend. Was always very kind to me and my friends. My parents didn’t like him a lot because of… because of the way he looked.” Wow he just called his parents ghost-ist. Was that a thing? Maybe, he wasn’t sure. Could be. They did hate ALL ghosts. Because they were ghosts. “He had this really cool ice quirk, parts of him were even made out of only ice. So I… kept it from my parents and went to him for help. And he helped me.”

Danny could feel that dark gaze digging into his skull, trying to pick out every detail that Danny had given and piece them into some sort of puzzle that Danny was trying really hard to keep him from completing. “So how did he help you, then?” The doctor lady asked.

Danny kicked his foot a little, “he, uh… well he said my quirk built up in power for too long. Said the power wasn’t being used and because of that it began to build and build until I was almost basically frozen on the inside. He… he managed to thaw me out, told me that if I had waited another day or less, I could have died.” Faded fully dead not just half all the way full ghost

“Hmm, I have one more question. Where does your quirk come from?”

Danny blinked, “uh… my… parents?”

“Not genetically, where does the quirk come from? When you use it?”

Danny lifted a hand, “well, from my hands. I think.”

“You shot it from your eyes during one of the exercises,” Aizawa made his presence known and once more, made Danny jump a little.

The doctor took Danny’s hands, “so your quirk doesn’t come from your hands, do you know where it does come from?”

Danny stared down at his own hands, “I… don’t think so?”

“Well, when you use your quirk, try to follow it. Follow it from your hands to its source.”

Danny glanced between his hands and the doctor, then to Aizawa, then back to his hands. He took a heavy breath, then summoned a little bit of ecto ice energy into his palms. The energy wasn’t ice yet, just the condensed energy before it became ice when he blasted it across the room.

“Good, now follow it.”

Danny closed his eyes, feeling the energy in his palms. Sure enough, he could feel energy in his arms, pooling towards his palms, but the energy also left his palms back into his arms, flowing back into his body. He mentally followed the stream, feeling that returning energy trail up to his shoulder and down into the centre of his chest. Into… his core. His energy, all his power, why hadn’t he noticed this before? The pulsing of the core wasn’t just a beat in his chest, it was more. It was like a second heart. Pumping power throughout his entire body. And when he summoned his ice, the core would pull some power from the rest of his body and then pour what it had within it towards the area he was wanting to expel it from. Everything about his ghost side started and ended with his core.

He slowly pulled the energy back from his palms; now aware of the cold as he felt it travel back into his core. Then gently lifted a hand to tap the center of his chest, “right here. My power comes from here.”

The doctor nodded once more, “I see, it all makes sense now. So your body must have a built up quirk immunity.”

Danny blinked, unfamiliar with the term. “Quirk… immunity?”

“Haven’t been paying attention to your quirk studies, hm?” She slightly teased, “Quirk immunity is when users are immune to the effects of their own quirk. Such as Bakugou, he can cause hot explosions in the palms of his hands but they don’t get burned. Or Endeavor, he can create and control flames, but will never be burned by his own power. Some children are born with this immunity, which can be dangerous and they never truly understand just how much damage their quirk can cause without experiencing it themselves. Sometimes this immunity is built up over time. Such as yourself. A quirk can be too much for a body to handle and may cause effects such as dropping the body’s temperature. With use and control, the user can build up this immunity, where their body slowly adapts to coexist with the quirk. And some users never gain this immunity and must be much more cautious and aware of their power. Such as Midoriya, who is quite a reckless child in the worst possible ways. Midoriya doesn’t have quirk immunity, and his own power tends to hurt his body when used in extreme amounts. His body will never naturally adapt to this power to make him immune to harm from his own quirk, so he must be constantly aware of how much power he is using. He can build up his own strength to handle more of this power, but this is something he must do on his own.”

Danny had to think for a moment in order for the information to all sink in, “... so… Monoma…?”

“Monoma doesn’t copy quirk immunity. He can’t copy experience. And he can’t copy control. Your quirk requires all of these aspects to at least be used to a minimal degree from how you described it. So an attempt to copy and use it instead had the quirk attempt to adapt his body for use. This dropped his body temperature, absorbed his energy, and ultimately slowed all his functions. He will be fine now that the quirk is no longer active, and I suggest he tries to avoid copying yours from now on,” the Doctor gave Monoma a very stern glare, causing him to sink deeper into the bed.

Danny could feel his blood pressure lowering. No one suspected that he was a ghost. Monoma was going to be fine. And now he had a new angle to work with in regards to making portals.

“Is there anything I should be worried about on your end, young man?” The doctor asked.

Danny shook his head in response, “No issues here, medically wise!” he lied. There was always something wrong, he wasn’t fully alive, now was he?

“Then there is no need to crowd my workplace, shoo! Off to class with you!”

Danny shuffled quickly out the door, realizing that Aizawa had stayed behind since he was nowhere in sight.

Should he be worried about him just showing up and listening to his ‘quirk origin story’?

…

Nah.

Danny sat on a street light in phantom mode, fiddling with his hands as he thought about what the doctor told him about his flowing energy. It all came from his core. He had tested around with it more by trying out his other abilities. His ectorays, ecto-ice, even his poor attempt at duplication stemmed from his core. Ancients, this duplication attempt was probably the best he’s ever attempted now that he understood the source of where the energy he needed came from.

The sound of shattering glass snapped him out of his own thoughts and he couldn’t help but sigh in annoyance.

For a world literally filled with superheroes, you would think that would deter crime. Especially petty crimes like these robbers that seemed to believe that heroes don’t work at night.

He stretched a little as he stood up then dropped off the lamp, gently hovering down and appearing right in front of the criminal. Upside down of course. “Boo.”

The criminal yelped and stumbled back, a black mask pulled firmly over their face and dressed in all black. While he couldn’t see their face, Danny did notice how they trembled, the shifting of eyes between him and what they stole. He lost his grin at the sight, he wasn’t usually met with this kind of fear. Usually it was anger, or a sense of playfulness from the really wild criminals. Even the ghosts at home never really showed fear around him, and those that did usually didn’t want to fight. He glanced over at the dropped bag and the person followed his gaze, then quickly snatched the bag close to their chest and they tried to kick away from him.

“Whoa-, wait a second. What’s in the bag?”

“What does it matter to you?” The person spat, “you’re just a hero doing your job and I’m a villain stealing from a store! Just do your job and get it over with!”

Danny held up his hands, “Hate to break it to you, but I don’t get paid for this,” he joked.

“A vigilante then! Even worse!” They growled, eyes scanning over him, their body tense, ready to take a hit.

Danny drifted closer and they flinched, but he pushed forward and reached through the bag, pulling out one of the contents before the person could yank it out of his reach.

A pill bottle sat in his hands, the orange capsule and white lid a dead giveaway. The label had some wildly complicated word on it, and the instructions indicated simple daily dosage amounts that were needed to be taken. “Who are these for?” Danny asked without thinking, unable to tear his gaze from the little plastic container.

“... my brother.”

He finally looked up, drifting to the ground and landing lightly on his feet.

This… was new territory. Ghosts didn’t have the same problems as the living, they had simple motives. Take over the world, be the best, even just cause problems because it’s funny. Living people… they had other reasons other than just boredom.

He forgot about those.

He tossed back the pill bottle and shrugged, kicking at the ground as his gaze drifted up to the sky, “eh, you’re below my pay grade.”

The person blinked as they barely caught the returned item, “... I thought you said you didn’t get paid?”

“My moral paygrade,” he flashed a grin. “Better run off before I decide otherwise.” He saw the flash of watery eyes as the individual got to their feet, taking a stumbly step back as if they were afraid it was too good to be true. “Go on!”

The person finally turned and began to dash away, which was when Danny saw the shadows dance and light tear towards the running figure at lightning speeds. Danny snarled and instinctively threw out an ectoshield in front of the person he just let go, barely saving them from the blast of fire. The person stumbled, but a quick glance between the shield and Danny was all they needed before they managed to disappear down an alley.

“You just let a criminal go. You vigilantes truly are cheap imitations of real heroes.”

Danny could feel cold rage bubbling at his core as he turned to glare at the culprit of the fire. A man with flames billowing from his shoulders and face, while somewhat familiar Danny couldn’t place his name or face based on his growing anger. His rising emotions keeping him from restraining his otherwise toned down ghostly glow, “You could have killed them.”

“So? A criminal stole, they are aware of the possible consequences. Like you’re aware that you too are breaking the law, and I have an obligation to stop you.”

The man on fire blasted more flames in Danny’s direction, which he managed to pull another ecto-shield up in time to block it. The power and heat of the blast was enough to crack it and throw Danny back. His core pulsed, and suddenly the air around him began to chill. Energy pooled into his hand and he whipped the ectoblast at the flaming bastard, nailing him in the face and sending him stumbling back this time. “Who put you in charge of who gets to live and who does not?” Danny snarled, “Who gets to be horribly crippled, traumatized, or murdered? There’s only one who should decide and it’s not you.”

The man wore his own mask of rage, tenderly touching the forming bruise on his jaw from Danny’s blast, “Who the hell do you think you are? A child, lecturing me on right from wrong? Maybe I should teach you a lesson while I’m at it! To respect those who protect the pathetic and weak!”

He used both hands this time, fire twisted out of the air and towards him before he sent out a much larger and much hotter blast. The pavement began to warp from the heat, growing soft under Danny’s feet. He turned intangible, but could still feel the heat sap at his energy around him. He felt the need to get out.

Escape the heat.

Too much.

Too much heat.

He felt like he was going to fall back, his hand flailing behind him before catching on something, he tugged and there was a feeling of cold.

He didn’t even look, just fell into the hole that allowed him to escape the heat.

And then he was behind the man.

Danny blinked.

The man blinked.

Danny grinned.

The man’s face twisted into a scowl.

He lunged for the halfa and Danny easily leapt over his attempts to grab him, weightlessness returning to his being as his rage fell away. Oh, he was still mad. He thought this man was an absolute prick.

But he could absolutely cause more damage by being childish as he kicked this man’s ass.

Not to mention he was pretty sure he made a portal. Something he would have to figure out more about later but that definitely added to his uplifted mood.

“Man you are a flaming asshole. You know that, right? How did you even become a hero? Must have had daddy get you this far. And with an attitude like that, I bet you are at the bottom of the list too!” Danny taunted, hovering right out of reach of the man as he shot little bits of ectorays in annoying places like his cheeks, back of his neck and even his eyes a few times.

“Don’t act like you don’t know who I am!” The man snarled, throwing more flames that Danny very dramatically avoided with little effort. “I am number 2, the most powerful man in the hero industry who doesn’t cover behind fake smiles!”

“Nah, none of that rings a bell,” Danny yawned, pulling out his phone. “What’s your name? Flaming Prick?” He asked as he searched up the name, “holy shit there’s actually someone named that? Who let him do that?”

“Enough of your games!”

Danny stepped out of the way of more of the man’s blasts in the air, even taunting him more with his shitty dancing skills. “Unfortunately, all I have are games so you’re just going to have to suck it up, old man!” He shot a small beam of ice at the man’s feet, encasing them just in time to trip him and send him crashing face first into the pavement. Danny then slammed both his feet into the back of the man’s head as he tried to push himself off the ground, kicking his head back into the pavement with maybe a little more force than Danny intended.

Either way, all of the man’s muscles went limp and his fire decorations went out as Danny then landed on his back, the man now clearly unconscious. He leaned over and melted the ice, getting rid of the evidence that Phantom could use ice as he remembered. Maybe he got a little too cocky in using it.

He then decided to look the man up, searching up ‘jerky flaming hero of Japan’.

Oh.

This was Endeavor. The man who stole his goddamn credit.

No wonder he was vaguely familiar.

A quick scroll through his wiki and Danny found his last name was also familiar… he had heard it before. He stared at the man’s picture, then scrolled a little more before stopping completely to stare at the family portrait.

It was that peppermint head kid! The one Midoriya would talk to a lot!

Holy shit he just beat up his dad.

Danny glanced back down at the unconscious man, then back at the photo on his phone. Man, either this man had two personalities he only used at home or he was probably just a horrible father.

The kids looked miserable in the picture…

Well… it was a good thing Danny always carried a permanent marker on him for humiliation of his really shitty enemies. He had been saving it for Vlad… but that could wait until he got back home. Then he could hand Vlad his ass for leaving him in another dimension and mess up his face afterwards.

“This just in, Endeavor was personally defeated by the new vigilante, Spooky Boy. A bystander managed to record half of their battle when hearing the chaos outside his home. This new vigilante could prove to be a villain based on his actions towards the hero, though no reports of civilian casualties or attacks have been reported. Endeavor himself has minor injuries from the fight, and claims his defeat was nothing more than a mixture of a fluke and a lucky shot.

Many are wondering if this new menace will become the new hero killer after Stain’s defeat just over a week ago. Only time will tell if this individual will cause a casualty and show his true colours.”

Shouta stared at the screen of the television, the burning hot coffee that coated his hands after crushing his cup barely noticeable as he took in this information. A picture of Endeavor’s face was now on the screen next to a video of reporters trying to interview him as he angrily stalked away after his defeat. The picture had many blurred out spots, though some could still make out the drawn contents, which were very crude.

Honestly, the man deserved the face drawings. But what really concerned him was that this ‘vigilante’ had taken out Endeavor. The only reason he was number 2 was because he was powerful. No other hero could challenge him for his position, only All Might held that power.

He felt a pit in his stomach and glanced towards Danny’s room. The boy tended to turn in early, retreating to his room well before 10, though those bags under his eyes may suggest he either had troubles sleeping or stayed up way later than Shouta thought. The report was recent, only happening within the last half hour.

It didn’t hurt to check.

Shouta stepped over to Danny’s room, and heavily knocked on the door, “Danny?” He didn’t get an answer, and Shouta knocked again. Still nothing.

Maybe he was just sleeping. He was a bit of a heavy sleeper.

Shouta opened the door slowly, and glanced around the dark room. His eyes landed on Danny’s bed and he felt his blood run cold. An absolute mess, blankets bunched up or hanging off the side. No sign of the kid himself.

He turned on the lights and quickly scanned the room, already pulling out his cell as he searched the area while speed dialling Hizashi. Just the general mess, no actual signs of struggle, an open window-!

“Shouta? What’s up? Need help remembering something-,” Hizashi’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Danny is missing,” he stated. “He’s not in his room, I can’t tell if the mess is his or signs of a struggle, and the window is open.”

“Well, is it possible he snuck out like most teenagers tend to do?”

Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose, “maybe, I don’t know. All I know is that the new vigilante from the news was just active and he managed to take down Endeavor. I’ve had a weird suspicion that he’s connected to Danny somehow because he showed up right after he was found. And if he is in anyway-.”

“Then you think he may have taken him,” Hizashi finished. “Alright, you aren’t just paranoid. I guess a ghost of a teenager in all systems disappearing would be worrying. I’ll help you look, as well as contact any other heroes in the area to see if they saw anything.”

“Call me if you find him,” Shouta stated before hanging up and tugging out his capture tool. Here he thought he found a child that wasn’t constantly attracting villainous attention. He never should have gotten his hopes up.

Shouta went out Danny’s window, using his capture tool to swing to the next building's roof and start searching for the teen. He didn’t know how long Danny had been missing, it could have been hours at this point. How far should he search? In one direction? Maybe the area where he first found him? He ultimately decided to cover as much ground as quickly as possible, eventually spotting a glowing streak in the sky.

On instinct, he activated his quirk and the streak faltered before straight up dropping like a rock from the sky. Shouta tried to keep him in his sights as long as possible as he tore towards the vigilante, but eventually disappeared behind a nearby building. He did hear a crash when he got close, he must not have been able to recover his flying abilities when Shouta lost sight of him. But that just worked in his favour.

With a quick turn of a corner, he finally caught sight of the vigilante once more, peeling himself off the roof of a parked car that now had a sizable dent in it. He was just as Midoriya described, though he seemed to have missed a few details.

Like how completely inhuman he seemed.

This just didn’t feel like a physical mutation, the way he moved, how his hair floated, that glow that emitted from his very being. Then his eyes, eyes that glowed too brightly, irises that seemed to swirl like thick syrup, pupils too black next to that bright glow.

Was he one of those things? Those Nomu?

Spooky Boy grumbled to himself as he landed on the ground, looking at his hands and then lifting off the ground like gravity meant nothing. He hadn’t noticed Shouta just yet-.

Then his eyes flickered over and he froze, and Shouta made his move, activating his quirk and whipping out his capture tool. The vigilante tried to take off but he stumbled as Shouta’s quirk erasure took hold and kept him from flying off like before. He adapted though, rolling barely out of reach from the tool and jumping to his feet and yelling, “What did you do?!”

Shouta didn’t answer as he made another capture attempt, his eyes slowly beginning to sting as he refused to deactivate his quirk on this one. From what he heard, this kid was a slippery one. The vigilante tried to do something with his hands, then barely twisted out of the way a second time when that didn’t work. Shouta didn’t give him time to think about dodging a third time, whipping it again just as he opened his mouth to speak, wrapping around him and successfully holding him. “-shit,” was all he got out before he fell over from being restrained.

Shouta pulled out a communicator that connected directly to the York suppressant specialists at the police station, “I got the vigilante, get to my coordinates fast with the strongest quirk suppressors you’ve got.” The kid wiggled around like a worm, even attempting to bite the fabric in an attempt to escape. “What is your connection to Danny?” Shouta asked.

The kid paused, slowly trailing those haunting eyes up towards him, “er… who?”

Shouta narrowed his gaze, “don’t act dumb, you showed up the same time he did, now he’s missing and you’re my main suspect.”

Something was going through this kid's head, but Shouta couldn’t seem to read what exactly that was. “Hehe, we have the same floaty hair.”

This made Shouta blink in surprise at the sudden very childish comment.

A mistake.

He must have realized his powers returned because he was out of the weapon within that split second and out of sight. Literally disappearing as he blinked. “Dammit! Where’s Danny?!”

“He’s fine,” a voice came from behind him, but turning around still didn’t solve the answer of where he went. “Strange, my powers are back, so you have some sort of power cancelling power?” The voice came from his left and another glance proved he still couldn’t see him. “I still have them now too, and they stopped earlier as I was flying… so either you have, like a power beam or it’s sight related… and your hair keeps doing that thing. Up every time I talk.” Was he just taunting him now?

“What are you?” Shouta found himself asking.

“Oh that’s an easy one. I’m a ghost. A Spector. A P̸h̵a̸n̷t̴o̶m̷. In fact, can you tell the reporters my name is Phantom? Spooky boy is just… it’s horrible. Not as bad as Invis-o-Bill but it’s still pretty bad.”

“How do you know Danny is fine? What's your connection to him?”

“Oh there's the heavy questions, alright. Uh-, we are… friends? Maybe? Acquaintances? Yeah. He was being a dumb teenager and got attacked by some villain. Roughed up. Saw him getting picked on, kicked the villain into next week, he insisted on walking back to his home though.”

Shouta didn’t trust anything he said, but he wasn’t sure if it was because of his suspicion of the story and coincidences or the echo to his voice as Phantom made it seem like the air was speaking to him.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. No trust. Got it. Well, I gotta ditch. See ya later, A- freaky older man I have never previously met before!”

Shouta could feel a shift in temperature around him, a chill he hadn’t noticed until now disappearing like fog suddenly being lifted.

He didn’t need to see him to know that Phantom had left.

That’s when his back-up finally decided to arrive, weapons out and looking around for the vigilante he had mere seconds ago. His capture weapon laid loose on the ground, unbroken in any way. Like the vigilante just… slipped through the cracks.

He pulled his weapon back towards him as a detective stepped next to him, “you lost him? Does your quirk not work on him?”

Shouta shook his head, “it works, got him to fall out of the sky with a look.” He bundled his capture weapon back around his neck before looking back over to the detective, “he surprised me, made me blink. Either he’s a quick study or he already knew what my quirk was and used it in that split second to escape. I don’t understand how though. My students with much more destructive powers can’t escape my capture tool, and there was no sign of damage to it either.”

“People have been reporting he can walk through walls,” the detective sighed.

I’m a ghost.

“Can any of your officers track him? A heat signature? Tracks? Anything?”

The officer shook his head, scratching the back of his head as he sighed, “unfortunately, he’s impossible to track. Smell is off the table since he just flies over buildings and out of sight. Not to mention the dogs refuse to even try and track him. His heat signature is actually ice cold, blue instead of red. Not to mention, also useless since he moves so fast. No heart signature either. One of our best that can identify anyone by heartbeat can’t find him because she said she doesn’t hear anything from him. Just a hum.”

“No.. heartbeat?” Shouta paused.

A Spector.

“Yeah, she managed to use her quirk to track down countless masked villains and vigilantes because no two heartbeats are the same. But she can’t find his. Do you really believe he could be an actual ghost?”

Shouta looked over, there was no joking spark to his eyes. “It shouldn’t be possible. Ghosts… even if they did exist… they wouldn’t have quirks. They are based on biology, not… spirits.”

The officer shrugged, waving to his team to pack up, “you’re right. Maybe he just has really messed up biology. A ghost… man, he does fit the gimmick though.”

Shouta watched them leave before taking leave himself, heading back to his apartment. But the thoughts didn’t leave him. He was just some kid who thought he was a ghost, wasn't he?

Why was there so much doubt that swirled through his head? A few weeks ago, he would have had no doubts. Just summed it all up to a very strange mutation.

But that voice. That feeling. Nagging at the back of his mind. It wasn’t… it wasn’t just a mutation, was it? There has to be more to it…

The voice echoed in his mind once more.

A Phantom.

To say that Danny was panicking was an understatement. He had just experienced a rollercoaster of events and emotions and now he was waiting in the living room of a man who took him in and has only been patient and understanding with him from the moment they met. Which was something that was still absolutely baffling to Danny.

First he almost killed someone when they copied his ghost powers. Then he discovered a way to potentially unlock more of his ghost powers by accidental lessons from the school's doctor. And then he finally made a portal which may have only been a few feet apart but it was better than nothing at the moment. Then he found out his temporary guardian's quirks turned out to be to turn off his powers with a very scary stare.

So there was a lot to process. Lots of feelings. Emotions. Stuff he was trying not to think about.

Aizawa didn’t recognize him as Phantom, and Danny wasn’t sure how to feel about that. He should be relieved, right? No need to connect his very dangerous nightly activities to the boy he found in a dumpster. Yet… yet he couldn’t help but be reminded of his parents. How they could never see him in Phantom. Never make any connections to the ghost and their son. Only see an enemy. Something to shoot at. Dissect. Hurt. Hurt because ghosts don’t feel pain, they are nothing but echoes, mimics, and monsters. Would it be the same with Aizawa? Did he end up in another world just to hear the same song playing all over again?

The question he asked Phantom… ‘What is your connection to Danny?’

He couldn’t help but play it over and over in his head. The concern of the tone, accusing, slightly fearful of the answer… but the familiarity of it lacked one key aspect.

When Danny would sometimes go missing and Phantom appeared to be at the center, his parents would scream at him. “What did you do to Danny?” Instantly blaming Phantom, hate so clear in their tone.

… why did Aizawa lack that hatred? Why connect his ghost half to potentially hurting his human half and not have a hint of hate in his tone? Everyone hates his ghost side in some way, for some reason. He had to hate it. It was just something people did. They hate the things they are scared of.

Danny would have just left by now. If this was anyone else, he would have tried to get as far away as possible before someone like Aizawa could piece together anything else.

But…

…

The door opened, Danny couldn’t help himself as he felt himself go rigged as the lights turned and he was exposed by the light. He didn’t want to look at Aizawa, he didn’t want to see those glowing red eyes that scared him so badly as they suppressed his ghost side, made him feel so helpless and lost.

“Oh thank god, he didn’t lie.” Danny heard Aizawa gasp under his breath before he quickly crossed the room without even closing his apartment door. Danny focused on a stain on the couch so he wouldn’t watch Aizawa’s movement, but he could still feel as the man stopped in front of him and crouched down. “Danny? Are you okay?”

That made Danny flinch, but he couldn’t understand why.

“Danny, this is way past your curfew! Do you understand how worried your father and I were?”

“You’re bleeding, I’ll get you a bandage.”

“Is that a cut? What did you do this time?”

“This will help,” Danny didn’t even react as Aizawa put on the bandage. “Danny,” Danny finally looked up and met dark eyes instead of red ones. Worried and concerned eyes. Why did this make him ache so much more than his broken ribs?

They never notice the cuts. The bruises. The poorly hidden limp from a bad fight. He always thought he was lucky that they never noticed. They would have looked like this, but always at the wrong times.

“Why aren’t you mad?” Danny blurted out, then continued without giving Aizawa a chance to answer. “I snuck out! Broke the one rule you have! Got myself into trouble and made you run around looking for me, made you worry and probably wasted your time!”

“... you didn’t make me do anything, and you didn’t waste my time either.”

Danny didn’t understand the anger that was boiling inside of him, and he couldn’t stop himself as he snapped, “of course I did! I could have prevented this if I just stayed inside! Just followed your rules! I don’t-! I don’t get it!”

Aizawa moved, slowly standing from his crouched position before he took a seat next to Danny, “teenagers like to break rules. Why did you sneak out?” He asked in such a calm voice, no anger, no disappointment, just a simple question.

For some reason, it made Danny want to scream, instead he looked away and answered in as steady of a voice as he could muster, “I… I needed fresh air.”

“It was more than just that, wasn’t it?”

Danny buckled slightly under the pressure, “Fine! I needed to get a feel for my surroundings! I need… I need to know where I am, where places are and how to get there and back.” How to get home was left unspoken.

Do you even want to go back home?

“I see. I can extend your curfew if you need.”

Danny jolted, “w-what?”

“I would prefer if someone also would watch your back at such late hours. I have an insomniac student who may be up for late night city wandering.”

“But-, wouldn’t you tighten the curfew? Punish me for disobeying rules? Take away privileges I have?”

“Danny.” Worry basically laced Aizawa’s voice, “cutting your curfew off shorter won’t help either of us. You’re old enough as well to understand right from wrong without punishment. My goal is to help you. If you work better at night, and have needs that only can occur at night, I want to help you achieve it in the safest way possible. Not force you to jump more hoops trying to avoid precautions that I set that won’t help you.”

Danny didn’t know what to say.

How could he?

Aizawa waited a few moments before he spoke again, “I need to ask you something important, about the new vigilante.” Here was the moment that everything fell apart for Danny. “Do you think that he would ever cause you harm?”

Danny looked up in surprise, “uh-! No way! He was super chill!”

“No memories about him wanting to cause you harm?” What a weird question.

“Nope.”

It was Aizawa’s turn to look away, but Danny could still tell he was deep in thought. Then the next question winded Danny.

“Do you remember your parents?”

How was he going to answer that?! Should he pretend his supposed amnesia was partially gone? That he only remembers bits? Yeah- maybe go with that.

“A-A little bit,” Danny lied. “Just… bits and pieces.”

“I see,” Aizawa then slowly stood up, “let’s head to bed. It’s late, and you have school tomorrow.”

Danny glanced at his hands for a moment before nodding. “A-alright.”

He missed his parents… he knew he did. He loved them. They loved him. But…

But something… something about this talk. About Aizawa’s reactions.

Why did it make him feel so sad?

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years

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I’m going through a rough time atm and I was wondering if you’re okay if I request some characters with a s/o who is just tired a lot, can’t concentrate and don’t really have energy to do stuff.

I wish I knew what characters were your comfort characters, so I could make this even better for you! I hope you feel better and the little quick drabbles help you a bit. I went with my 3 most requested, as they tend to be more often than not comfort characters. I hope that’s alright with you! Feel free to drop another request for a character that I didn’t include here.

For hard times |Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi x Reader|

Warnings: implied depression, symptoms of depression.

Genre: comfort-

Total words- 1504

Dazai:

417 words

From the start of this, he had suspicions you were feeling a little down. Watching you sit alone and look less cheery with the passing hours, days, maybe it had been a few weeks. He wanted to make you feel better, but he didn’t know how to. He was after all in your position most of the time. Unmotivated and too tired to do anything, let alone want to move about. He wanted to know what was pushing your mood down. This need grew stronger the longer he watched your tired expression. There was nothing this man wanted more than to make you feel better. Even if he didn’t understand what it was, that was pulling you under.

With careful steps, he walked over to you with a soft blanket, woven with soft strands of silky yarn. He set it over your shoulders, wrapping it around you. Watching your half-lidded eyes look over to him from the unexpected gesture he simply shook his head. Pressing his hand to your cheek, he softly smiled. The slight lift to his lips was only ever revealed to you. This kind, gentle, serious expression was his vulnerability. He hoped you would open up your woes to him. Let you rant and pour whatever feelings were bottling up and slowly dragging you down. He didn’t care what it was, a co-worker, a friend, a relationship of some kind, an ex, your family life, he just needed to help you. So as he watched you with honest worry, he pulled you close, so your head rested on his chest. “When you're ready, I’ll be here for you to drop your pain.” His voice was softer, lacking his signature playful teasing. There was nothing but an oddly comforting smoothness to his voice. Low and slightly choked as he held you. He was unsure if this little reassurance; this little contact comforted you.

He’d hold you until you could no longer cry, or until you were peacefully asleep. Even then, he’d keep your body close to his. If he were to fall asleep, he would not let you go. He would never let you go, not until you felt safe and slightly better. Even if it was only half a percent of a change, he would be happy to have helped your mood lift. He’s never going to push you to tell him what’s bothering you. He won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to. Well, except eat, he can’t have you starving.

Chuuya:

474 words

He’d be too caught up with work to notice it immediately, the changes in your mood and behavior. That doesn't mean he never does though. Out of everybody in the mafia, you were the most important to him. He was willing to take any risk to keep you safe. If he finds out because you don’t show up and refuse to drag yourself from bed, he shakes his head, refuse wouldn’t be the right word here. It’s more like he understands you can’t. Something is crushing you like a weight, and he becomes determined to fix that issue. He hardly ever talks softly, but around your tired, nearly life-less form he’s soft. His steps aren't loud stomps, but instead a soft pattern of clicks. The heels of his shoes provide you a perfect rhythm. He’ll buy you chocolate because of the serotonin that they’re proven to induce. He never asks for details, he knows you would tell him if you needed to. However, just in case you are staying silent about the weight that’s causing this pain, due to the fear he’ll think you are weak. He hints that he would never see you in such a dull fashion. “Hey, you know you can always tell me if something is wrong, right? You know I keep my word, I won't judge or tell anybody else.” There was more he wanted to say. Part of that was an expression of how much he cared about you. He stayed silent in fear he would be selfish in doing so. If those words are the trigger for you to slip from holding it all in, he wraps you in his arms and lets you do what you need to.

He doesn't care if you shout, pound your fists against his chest, cry, or do a mix of all of that. He wants you to get it all out until that weight can start to loosen, and you can start to feel free from the troubles holding down your smile. He’ll hold you after your meltdown. He will not let anybody else see you. They will not get a chance to lay a finger on you. If a specific person was the cause, like an ex, a bully, a sibling, he’ll wait till you're peacefully asleep, then have a… talk with them. He warns them that if you’re ever hurt again, they won’t get off with simply being terrified for their life. He’s insanely protective of the people close to him. You get the front of that protective nature, you’re the one he cares for the most. Whether you return such feelings or not, it won’t change anything. He hates seeing your tears, so he’ll always be there for you to cling to in such times. You are never alone, he will always be there to support you.

Atsushi:

613 words

When he first noticed you were down, he was working; doing the work Dazai had shoved at him. He liked to think you were a hard worker, so seeing you so… tired was a slight abnormality to him. He noticed how you were struggling to stay concentrated. Every so often he’d look over and find you blankly staring off, eyes glossed over. When everybody else was gone, he walked to your desk whilst fidgeting with the hem of his gloves. Taking deep breaths, he was upfront about what he’d noticed. “Are you feeling alright?” "I-I could uh take you somewhere if you want.” If you tell him you're fine, he’ll hang his head before gathering the courage to confront the lie. Even your tone was different; it sounded almost as if you had given up on everything. He knew that low, depressed tone. He used to have such a pitch to his own voice before he found his place here. He remembered how much pain he had gone through. The mental baggage of the past, the fear of what he found out was his own ability. He didn’t want that to be the pain rising in your mind. He’d pull over a chair and swipe away the pile of unfinished requests. “You’re not though. I-I don’t want to intrude, but maybe… maybe you should take some time? You seem tired, I could get you some sweets and other things if you want.” He would mutter the words under his breath until you shrugged.

When he returned, he found you on the agency sofa doing nothing but holding yourself; too exhausted to attempt to do anything. You couldn’t, not with how you felt. The thoughts racing in your head were too much to hold on to on your own. You wondered how people got this far with such a mindset. So trapped in your thoughts, you never noticed Atsushi take a seat at the other end. Sliding down bags of candy and flavored sweet drinks. He knew sugar induced serotonin, but wasn’t sure if that worked with everybody. The next thing he decided to do was look to the side and speak to you again. “If you’re going through something, I'm… we’re all here for you. The entire agency, you know, we're kind of like our own family? If you're hurting or holding something all on your own, you can tell us.” Turning back to you, he inched closer and reached for your hand. With a slow movement, he rubbed the back of your hand. “I… really am here. I’ve felt like this before… I know how hard it can be to tell others what’s bothering you, but please… can you promise me you’ll fight?” When he noticed your confused face, he decided to say it. “You’re important to every single one of us. So please, if it gets too much and you want to take it to an extreme, please… please come to one of us.” His eyes sparkled with a plea. He wouldn’t know what to do if you did something to yourself out of this pain.

If those words cause you to rush in for a hug, he’ll return the embrace. Running his hand over your back in an attempt to comfort you. He’s not the best at comfort, but he does whatever he can to help. Whether you want to hear more reassurance or just have somebody to cling to while you're unmotivated.

These things will eventually get better, with the right people, the right comfort, the right hobbies. These moments pass and light will shine. He hopes you’ll be able to see the light peek from the clouds soon.

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Oh God, imagine the social media reaction to tinyMight, the feral adorable badass. Imagine his bullies and unfortunate small-time villains from 40+ years ago finding out who they tried to beat up. Imagine those few who have seen Yagi but don't know he's All Might wondering if skeleton man is All Might's twin or something. Imagine the shenanigans if the de-aging takes longer to undo. Interactions with Gran, Izuku, the other teachers.

Sequel to this.

Toshinori felt his smile grow progressively more fixed the longer the detective stared at him with that haunted expression. Was he in some kind of trouble? It sounded as if the villain had swapped him for another rookie hero, one named All Might (cool name!), but that shouldn't be Toshinori's responsibility. Maybe the quirk also linked them, somehow? That would explain why the villains had been trying to kill him, and why the banana hero- Present Mic didn't want him to leave. On the other hand...

Oh, he should just ask. That would be easier.

He opened his mouth to do just that when the detective spoke instead.

"This is going to be so much paperwork," he said.

"I'm sorry?" said Toshinori.

"Yagi," continued the detective, "I love you like a brother, but ever since I met you, my paperwork load has tripled. Tripled."

"I've only just met you?"

If possible, the detective looked even more haunted.

Luckily, at this point, Present Mic opened the door to the car and slid into the seat next to the detective. "Thanks for coming, Detective Tsukauchi," he said. "Anyway, we have confirmation on the quirk that did this to you, and, well. It isn't time travel."

"Thank god," said Detective Tsukauchi.

"Um. I thought it was teleportation...?"

"You've been de-aged by about forty years," said Present Mic, all in a rush.

What. What?

The car started up in the silence.

"Are you telling me that I'm in the future? Oh my gosh, that's an amazing quirk."

"No, no, you're in the present. You're not-- It isn't going to send you back to the past when it wears off. You'll just, you know, go back to your normal age."

"Wow. That's still a really cool quirk. Does it have to be forty years, or can he adjust the amount of time? Like, he could use it on people with degenerative mental diseases, give their families one last time with them. Or, or for witness statements! It would be pretty good for a hero, too, you could de-age villains into kids and then they couldn't fight anymore... but maybe it'd be a little unethical... Hmm..."

"You don't seem very, uh, alarmed?" said Present Mic.

"What would I be alarmed about?"

"All of your friends and family being forty years older?" suggested Present Mic.

"Haha, I don't have any of those," said Toshinori, smiling as large as he could and giving the hero two thumbs up.

Present Mic and Detective Tsukauchi just stared at him.

Then Tsukauch turned to Present Mic. "You said it'll wear off? When?"

"Uh. The quirk registry wasn't entirely clear about that. But it does wear off."

"The press is going to be a nightmare," said Tsukauchi, rubbing his face.

"Why?" asked Toshinori.

The hero and detective exchanged another glance. Toshinori could practically hear them mentally screaming you tell him, no, you tell him at each other.

Tsukauchi coughed into his fist. "Well, Toshi- excuse me, Yagi-kun, you're... You've realized those two were trying to kill you?"

"It was... sort of hard not to, honestly," said Toshinori. "Is it because I'm a hero or something?"

"How did you-?"

Toshinori silently pinched the fabric of the overlarge jumpsuit leg between his fingers and raised an eyebrow.

"Right. Well. You're the Number One hero."

"Wow," said Toshinori. It seemed to be something he kept saying, today. "How did I do that without a quirk?"

"What?"

"He's a late bloomer," said Tsukauchi, quickly. "A late bloomer. You're a late bloomer."

"Uh. Okay?"

"UA is so cool," said Toshinori, shielding his eyes against the sun as he looked up at the building.

"Haha, yeah," said Tsukauchi.

"Did I really go to school here?"

"You teach here, too!" said Present Mic.

"That's so cool," said Toshinori. "I can't believe I'm going to be a hero for over thirty years. That's like, the longest any hero has ever served."

"There are a couple who've served for longer, now, actually," said Present Mic. "Like Yoroi Musha, Recovery Girl, and Gran Torino."

"Yoroi Musha is still a hero?" asked Toshnori. "Like, actively? That's so long."

The gate behind them beeped, and Toshinori turned around just in time to take the bottom of a boot straight to the face. Needless to say, he fell over.

"Gran Torino!"

"Holy crap! I thought he'd dodge! Toshinori, you idiot, are you alright?"

"Ow," said Toshinori, trying and failing to recognize the voice that was referring to him so familiarly.

"Gran Torino, you really can't go around kicking people like that."

"Yagi-kun? Are you okay? Should we get Recovery Girl?"

Toshinori raised a shaking hand, thumb up. "I think I have a concussion."

When they got to the infirmary, it was already occupied by a couple students and... a strange homeless-looking man, but that didn't make sense. Maybe an undercover hero was stopping here for some reason? But why?

The students, one small and green, other with a mix of red and white hair, stared at him openly.

"Oops, sorry," said Present Mic. "Didn't think that anyone would be here before noon."

The homeless man sighed deeply. "Neither did I," he said, "and yet..." He fixed a baleful glare on the two students.

"I-I'm sorry, Aizawa-sensei," squeaked the green one. "I tried to get out of the way of the door, but I didn't want to run into Todoroki-kun, and-"

"It isn't your fault, problem child," said Aizawa with a sigh heavy enough to crush an elephant, who... was a teacher, evidently. Man. Standards for teachers' dress had really fallen in forty years, hadn't they? "The first year support class shouldn't have been doing anything with explosives of that caliber. Anyway, who's-"

"Are you Midoriya-kun's secret brother?" asked the red and white student.

"Who?" asked Toshinori.

"Todoroki-kun! You can't just ask people that!"

"You have to admit, he looks just like your father-"

"All Might is not my father."

"Riiiiiight," said Present Mic, guiding Toshinori to a bed with a hand on his back. "Now, why don't you just relax here while I go get Recovery Girl?"

"Coward," whispered Tsukauchi.

Present Mic shrugged and disappeared.

"So," said Aizawa, exhibiting a well-practiced air of boredom. "Are you related to All Might?"

"Eraserhead-san," said Tsukauchi, through clenched teeth, "may I introduce you to Yagi Toshinori? Yagi-kun, this is Aizawa-san. He's in charge of class 1-A."

Aizawa went pale. "Please tell me it isn't time travel."

"If it was time travel, we would be in an underground bunker or something," said Tsukauchi. "No, it was an age-regression quirk."

The green student inhaled sharply, then let off a small, "Oh."

"Wait," said the red and white student- Todoroki?- narrowing his eyes.

"Don't say it," urged the green haired boy.

"What do you think about quirks, Yagi-san?"

"Quirks are great!" said Toshinori. "I sure wish I-"

"Had a note book to write about them in!" interrupted Tsukauchi, loudly.

Toshinori frowned up at him, confused. What did he say?

Todoroki rubbed his chin with a finger. "To... analyze the quirks in?" he asked.

"Um," said Toshinori. "Yes?"

"See, Midoriya-kun?" said Todoroki, turning to the other boy. "He's just like you. You're the same." He touched his pointer fingers together.

Midoriya, for his part, looked extremely flustered.

"The same," repeated Todoroki. He looked back at Toshinori. "Do you happen to have a brother? A twin, perhaps?"

"Uh, I don't think so? But, then, I was a doorstop baby, so..."

Todoroki nodded sagely. "So you must have reunited with your long lost brother, the skeleton man, later in life-"

"Stop calling him that!" hissed Midoriya, yanking on his friend's uniform jacket.

"I wouldn't have to, if you'd just tell me your uncle's name-"

"He isn't my uncle."

Both Aizawa and Tsukauchi looked like they wanted to die. Or at least be somewhere else.

"Uh," said Toshinori, wanting to change the subject even with his concussion. "What are your quirks, anyway?"

"My quirk is called Half-Hot, Half-Cold," said Todoroki. He raised his hands. "It allows me to make fire from my left side, and ice from my right."

"Oh, neat," said Toshinori. "There must be so many applications like that! I mean, combat is obvious, but it might be even better for rescue work- Lots of casualties in natural disasters are because of exposure, you'd be ideal to counteract that in any weather. Or if a victim is going into shock! Plus, it'd be useful to have in everyday life, if they ever change the public quirk usage law- Did they change that?"

"No," said Aizawa.

"Actually, yes," said Tsukauchi, "but probably not in the way you're thinking..."

"Don't use your quirk in public," said Aizawa.

"You don't have to worry about that, because-"

"Don't use your quirk in public," said Tsukauchi, interrupting again. "Please."

"He does have a hero license, though, so technically-"

"Problem child."

"Sorry."

"Oh, oh, and what's your quirk?"

"Please do not fall out of the bed, To- Yagi-kun," said Tsukauchi.

"I'm not going to," said Toshinori.

"Well," said Midoriya, who had a very complicated expression on his face, "my quirk is, uh, a strength enhancer..."

"Just like yours," said Todoroki, as if he had just made an irrefutable point.

Oh, yeah. Toshinori's older self had a quirk. Maybe that's what Tsukauchi was trying to keep him from talking about? He wished they had told him beforehand if it was some kind of secret.

Also: was Todoroki implying that Midoriya was Toshinori's son? That'd be, like... Wow. If this was forty years in the future, and Midoriya was about the same age as him, that meant he'd had Midoriya when he was forty? Hm. He wasn't sure how to feel about that...

Luckily, before he could start in on a spiral about whether the idea of himself at forty or the idea that he had kids was the thought that was bothering him, Present Mic came back with a little old woman who was, apparently, Recovery Girl.

Wow. Yeah. That was sure a change in... everything. Yep. Really driving home the whole 'forty years in the future' thing. It sure was.

Recovery Girl sighed deeply. "What did you get yourself into this time, Toshinori?"

"Gran Torino kicked him in the head," said Tsukauchi.

"I'm going to skin that man alive one of these days," said Recovery Girl. "But I was talking about the other thing. Although, I suppose that's rather obvious. Do you mind if I heal you, dear? It will probably knock you out for a little bit."

"Sure," said Toshinori, who was beginning to strongly desire an escape from the increasingly awkward conversations around him. "Knock me out. Please."

"Alright, then."

And then she did.

#boku no hero academia #fic #prompt fill #ask #answer #bnha #this prompt has been marinating for #uh #a while #oops

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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i would never leave you

Summary- when reader gets injured on a case, spencer stays with her to take care of her, even if he already had plans.

TW: talk about case, undercover!fem!reader, kissing, a little cursing, reader gets stabbed

WC- 4,998

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the team was so close to catching the unsub. all they needed you to do was go undercover, act interested in him, and catch him in the act.

so there you were getting ready in the bathroom at the bau. the girls had chosen a flowy strapless black dress that went below your knee, some black pumps, and a gold necklace for you to wear.

you threw the dress on, admiring the amount of tasteful cleavage it displayed, followed by the shoes and necklace.

you applied some red lipstick and added some more mascara before you ran your fingers through the waves in your hair, trying to give it a bit more volume before greeting the team.

you had been insecure in the past, a result of some standard high school bullies, but you had gotten through it with the help of your parents. they re-educated you on what confidence meant and where it came from.

you had only gotten insecure every once in a while, normally when all the attention was on you.

so when you entered the conference room with your clothes in hand and all eyes were on you, you felt yourself close up from the stares.

"umm... too much?" you questioned, grabbing the blazer you were wearing and throwing it on over your shoulders.

you noticed spencer looking at you with his brows raised, not saying anything but with his mouth slightly agape as he looked at morgan, who was also entranced by your new appearance, and back at you.

"no, y/n," jj consoled. "you look great, sweetie," she said as she ran her hands up and down your arms comfortingly before stepping back after taking your clothes, and blazer, from you.

"y/n..." morgan trailed on, "who knew you were hiding that underneath those pantsuits, mama," he smirked.

"oh, don't mama me, derek," you chastised, pointing a finger accusingly at him as he raised his hands at his head in defense.

"you truly look fabulous, y/n. and derek will stop with the comments as of right now," penny scolded him while giving you a smile.

"thank you pen," you said with a grin. "so when can we get this over with? this dress isn't exactly very comfortable," you asked, looking over at hotch for further direction.

"right. so i need everyone to listen to this part because we are all responsible for keeping y/n safe if things go awry," hotch demanded as you all made your way to your seats.

"the unsub will lure you out of the art gallery. there weren't any traces of drugs, so he won't try to routine you. you need to go willingly, that's part of what gets him off. we'll have someone in there with you and keeping an eye on you from a distance," he directed you, to which you nodded your head.

"he's going to most likely take you to his car, it will be a nice one, expensive. he's going to drive you somewhere more secluded, but still in the open and then will attack," hotch clarified, his eyes now scanning across everyone in the room.

"so when you leave the gallery we will follow behind and garcia will be tracking your phone the entire time," he ordered, now looking at garcia.

"we will do the takedown at whatever park he takes you," he made sure you were looking directly at him. "you can back out if you aren't up for it, y/n. just say the word."

"don't be ridiculous, this is the best way to catch him," you assured, shaking your head no. "just don't let me die and i'll be good," you laughed.

"i was just making sure," he grinned. "we should get going now. it's almost time for the gallery to open and he's really punctual," hotch said as he stood up.

you stood up and pulled your dress down a bit since it began to ride up as you were sitting. when you turned around you saw spencer looking at you with a similar expression as earlier.

"y-you look beautiful, y/n," spencer said softly, walking around the table to get closer to you.

"oh, umm. thank you," you smiled kindly at the shaggy haired man.

truth be told, you had a bit of a crush on him for a while now.

his adorably perfect smile, the way he gets so excited when he begins to ramble on about something, his harmonious laugh, his voice as he reads you a book on the plane so you can fall asleep easier, wishing the monsters that pry at your mind away.

okay so maybe it wasn't just a bit of a crush.

you really, really, really liked him.

you would say love, but you've never truly experienced true love. you had nothing to compare this feeling to.

"no problem," he continued to look at you. not in the way derek was looking at you. he was truly looking at you. he saw you. "just... please be careful out there," he bit his lip from the nerves of you being in line of danger.

"i will be. i always am. you know that, spence," you furrowed your brow in confusion from his sudden concern.

"i-i know. it's just that... you've never been undercover with a serial killer before and i j-just don't want you to get hurt," he stuttered.

"you're worried about me?" he nodded.

you placed your hand on his bicep and gently squeezed before pulling him into a hug.

"it's sweet that you're worried. i promise i'll be careful," you whispered in his ear before pulling back, squeezing his arms one more time and walking past him.

spencer watched as you walked out, still feeling beyond anxious as you were literally walking towards danger with each step you took.

he began to think about all the possible outcomes of the night, everything that could go wrong and lead to you getting hurt... or worse.

he walked out of the room once he collected his thoughts, and pushed them aside. he couldn't be distracted right now. he had to make sure you would be safe and okay.

he always wanted you to be okay. he wanted you to have everything you've ever wanted it. in his mind, that's the least you deserved for being... you.

you made sure everyone else was okay after a rough case. you always gave them a hug when they needed one. you let everyone vent to you when they were having a rough time. you let him finish his rants and never told him that 'nobody cares' or rudely change the subject.

you even went to watch movies with him when others would refuse - even though he knew you did that out of pity, he couldn't help but feel special. you would always offer your presence in place of the others. he eventually just started asking you after a while, to which you would happily agree.

but you never asked for anything in return. ever. you were obviously beginning to get stressed from having to manage everyone else's problems atop your own.

he wanted to help you with that. he wants to be the person you talk to about rough things. he wants to be the shoulder your tears can fall on. he wants to be there for you. he wants to be with you.

walking out of the room hotch told him he would be the person undercover inside with morgan, keeping an eye on you as you openly flirted with a hot serial killer.

great.

you slid into the passenger seat of the car after putting a mic on somewhere he wouldn't notice a few minutes before you were joined by spencer and morgan, morgan of course being the driver.

"so, pretty girl, pretty boy and i are gonna be your watchdogs for the night," morgan informed you.

"so hotch, jj, emily, and rossi are in charge of the cars?" you wanted affirmation.

"yup. they're gonna be right outside all night until you leave. when you do, we're going back to this car to follow you as well," spencer finalized, admiring the way your skin was glowing with the street lights beaming down through the windshield.

"right. sounds good to me," you assured them, trying to mask the way the nerves were eating at you.

"hey," morgan reached over and placed a hand on your thigh comfortingly. "we're not gonna let anything happen to you."

"i know," you took a deep breath. "just a little nervous."

"that's to be expected. you're putting your life at risk for the betterment of others, y/n," spencer gushed. "that's extremely admirable of you."

"thank you, spence," you turned around, placed a hand on his knee, and lightly squeezed.

the rest of the drive to the gallery was quiet and comfortable. you managed to get out of your own head and focus on what was about to go down.

you went into the gallery a couple minutes after it opened, wanting the unsub to watch you entering. the guys followed behind you after about 5 minutes.

you clocked the unsub after being in there a few minutes, and began walking over to greet him.

you stood beside him as he was admiring a painting of 'infinity mirror room fireflies on water' by yayoi kusama. he turned to face you with a smirk on his face.

"it's beautiful, isn't it?" you asked, nudging his arm gently as he continued to search your appearance.

"indeed it is," he said, still eyeing your body. you mentally gagged, but externally you giggled, bringing a hand up to your chin to bring attention to your lips.

"this particular painting is supposedly one of her most popular pieces. this one, followed by 'narcissus garden'," you informed him, to which he raised his eyebrows in approval.

"wow. you must know your art, huh?" he asked, you nodded. "smart... i like that," he said as he reached up to move your hair behind your ear. "i'm michael."

"y/n."

spencer was watching the whole time. he couldn't help but wish it was him you were giggling at. he wished he was the one pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

you were imagining it was him.

"how about we get out of here?" he asked, bringing his hand to cup your face softly. "i know a nice, quiet place we can go."

if it were anyone else, and if you didn't know what he really meant by a 'nice, quiet place," you might've thought it was a sweet sentiment. but he was a literal serial killer.

"yea?" you bit your lip softly. "that sounds great," you agreed before he took your arm in the crook of his, leading you outside.

you turned your head to make sure spencer and morgan were aware of what was happening. they nodded their head as they watched him escort you through the doors.

he had the valley pick up his car and open the door for you.

"such a gentleman," you nodded at him as he gave you a straight-toothed smile.

spencer and morgan ran to the car as they saw you hop in his with him. they were the first ones lined up behind you and michael.

the ride with him was quiet and eerie, probably because you knew what his true intentions were.

meanwhile, spencer and morgan were anticipating your arrival at some undisclosed location. in an attempt to ease their nerves, they tried to talk about another subject.

"sooo... y/n looked nice tonight, huh?" morgan probed.

"i-i'm not discussing this with you!" spencer shouted.

"alright, alright," he took a deep breath, trying to think about what else to talk about. "so are you looking forward to this weekend?" he asked.

"actually, yea. i've been looking. forward to it for weeks now!" spencer shouted, excited this time. "jane goodall doesn't lecture very often, and the fact that he's doing it so close and i somehow managed to get a ticket is astonishing," he gushed.

"wow, you're really excited about this," morgan stated the obvious, to which spencer nodded eagerly.

"i am," he said before noticing michael pulling into a parking lot. "there! turn right there!" spencer pointed as morgan began to take the turn.

michael escorted you out of the car, walking hand in hand. he lead to you a bench, and you knew that was where he was planning his attack. you felt your heartbeat pick up as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled something out.

spencer and morgan ran up to where you two were sitting right before he revealed that he was holding a knife.

"FBI! MICHAEL DAVID PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" morgan demanded, his and spencer's guns raised.

"michael, y/n is not your ex wife. she isn't her," spencer attempted to talk him down.

"i don't care! she needs to die! savannah needs to pay!" michael yelled in frustration as he took you underneath his arm, pressing the knife into the side of your torso.

"let. her. go," spencer demanded.

"NO!!" michael squeezed tighter. "she has to SUFFER!!" he said as he jabbed the knife deep in your side and removed it.

morgan ran over to arrest michael as spencer ran to your side as you began to fall to the ground, calling medics as he caught you in his arms right before you hit the ground.

"hey, hey," spencer calmed you as he moved a piece of hair from your face. "stay with me."

"i-i'm okay," you consoled spencer, holding your hand over his that rested on your face. "he-he took the knife out. apply pr-pressure," you instructed.

"r-right. of course," he said as he moved one of his hands to press on the incision, a wince coming from you as he did so. "i'm s-sorry."

"don't worry ab-about it. ahh!" you groaned as you heard sirens approaching.

"shhh, shhh. i'm here. it's okay. i'm not leaving you," he told you as you moved your free hand to cup his face.

"promise?" you asked meekly.

"i promise. i would never leave you," he said as he leaned into your touch.

they loaded you into the back of the ambulance, to which spencer hopped in with you. he held your hand the entire way to the hospital, only releasing it when they needed to perform cpr after you bled out too much.

they had to give you stitches because of the stabbing, but no major organs were punctured in the process. they made you aware of the trouble you would have when walking or standing for a certain amount of time. they kept you overnight for one day and released you for the weekend.

hotch had given everyone their mandatory two weeks off because of the spur of back to back cases you had gotten and asked anderson to drive you home.

you had never been one to ask for help, and spencer knew that. if anyone truly payed any attention, they would realize that as well.

he knew that you wouldn't want to bother anyone's time off with having to help you through an injury.

he also felt guilty for your injury in the first place.

if he had been able to talk the unsub down then you wouldn't have been hurt. it was his fault you were in pain, and hiding your pain nonetheless.

spencer had also been waiting to hear jane goodall's lecture for so long now... and there was no telling if she would ever lecture again.

you were struggling. far more than you'd want to admit. you could barely get up to get yourself a glass of water, let alone stand in the shower for long enough.

you had learned to lean against the wall for the majority of the time in the shower, and rinsing off as quickly as you could. luckily you put a bar along the wall, you had installed it while sitting down on the floor.

you could barely manage to change into any clothes. you hadn't been wearing a bra since the accident because you just couldn't turn your body at all in order to put one on.

you had finally come to the conclusion you really didn't want to admit.

you needed help.

you had become so desperate and helpless that you had to call someone.

but who should you call?

jj was with will and her kids, morgan with savannah, hotch with jack, penny with kevin, rossi with joy, and you didn't know what spencer was doing.

maybe you could call him?

you dialed his number as you winced from trying to change the bandage on your side.

"spencer reid here," he answered cheerily, already feeling happy from receiving a call from you.

"hey, spence," you answered, already feeling guilty for having to ask so much from him. "wh-what are you doing right now? did you have any plans?" you asked with a shaky, guilt ridden voice.

spencer thought about what this question meant. you wanted to know what he was doing so he could help you. you couldn't go out right now because of your stabbing, so you obviously needed help.

he felt partially guilty for not offering you his help in the first place, but you both knew that you would refuse it the first time he would've offered anyway.

so what, jane goodall was lecturing for possibly the last time ever right near him and he had tickets? you needed help. and you wanted him to help. you wanted him.

"nope. no plans," he lied, much to your relief.

"i need - would you - can..." you took a deep breath, trying to figure out the right words. "i'm sorry to have to ask but... i need help, spence. w-would you mind coming over?" you asked in a reserved manner.

spencer felt his heart swell at the thought of you needing his help. it made him feel wanted, and needed. for such an independent, strong woman to need him he felt as though it was more him that needed to check up on you.

"i wouldn't mind at all," he replied with an apparent grin.

"oh my gosh, you're a life saver. could you stay the weekend? i just... i just really need the help," you admitted with a chuckle to hide the disappointment.

"yea. sure. i can stay the weekend," he agreed happily. "i'll be there in 15 minutes."

he grabbed his go bag and ran to the nearest convenient store to grab some of your favorite snacks.

you popped a pain killer in your mouth in an attempt to ease the pain a bit more while spencer was with you.

he used his spare key to get inside and set the bag of goodies on your living room table.

"y/n?" spencer called out in an attempt to find you.

"hey, spence," you said as you peeked out of the bathroom after putting the painkillers back into your cabinet.

you wobbled out of the bathroom, clutching your side as you took each step. spencer felt horrible watching you in pain while doing something as simple as walking.

"hi. how're you feeling? wait, that's kind of a stupid question considering..." he rolled his eyes at his response as he met you about as soon as you stepped out of the restroom and wrapped your free arm around his shoulder so he could help you finish the trek to your living room.

"i'm feeling better than i was yesterday, which i would definitely consider a success," you feigned a smile.

he knew you were probably dulling down how bad you felt by trying to shed some light on whatever you could. you've always tried to avoid pity as much as you could, reasonably so. he just wished you would be straight forward with him.

"y/n, i know you're trying to downsizing how bad you feel by diverting my attention to something more positive. how are you feeling now," spencer corrected his question as he helped you ease onto the couch.

"shitty. i feel shitty," you said, looking down at your hands and paying around with them. "i just feel bad for dragging you away from your vacation. we rarely get time off, and the one time we do i take up your time. it just doesn't seem fair for you," you explained as spencer sat down beside you.

"you aren't a burden, y/n," spencer consoled as he placed a hand on your lower thigh. "i'm glad you called me to help you. i'm glad that i'm spending my vacation time with you. don't ever think that it isn't fair for me, because i truly enjoy spending time with you. okay?"

you took a deep breath, trying to take in the environment around you. placing your hand atop his, you interlaced your fingers and bent your head down to lean onto his shoulder.

"thank you, spencer," you sighed deeply. "for everything."

"it's no problem at all," he replied as he placed a kiss on the top of your head, leaning his cheek down to rest on your head. "oh! i brought you your favorite snacks!" he exclaimed.

you lifted your head off his shoulder as he jumped up to retrieve the bag of goodies. he sat back down and began unboxing the snacks in an amusing manner.

"ohh, just you wait until i show you the last one!" he said as he pulled out your favorite chips on the coffee table.

he then followed by revealing your favorite drinks, favorite spicy snack, and finally, after a long drumroll, he revealed your favorite candy.

"spencer walter reid, i think i'm in love," you said as you placed a kiss on his cheek.

you didn't realize what you'd said or done until the time had passed. you bit your lip softly after removing your lips from his cheek, noticing the smile and blush growing on his face.

he wanted that kiss to be a couple inches to the left, right in the center of his face, right on his lips. he wanted you to mean it when you told him you were in love with him.

and you wanted that too.

"i knew i was doing good," he smirked.

that comment made his gut twist in a way it hasn't in a long time. he didn't know if you meant what you had said, he's never been good at social ques. but even then, the way you blushed and bit your lip as if you had revealed something told him something different.

"hmm, now that's downsizing it," you countered, a laugh erupting from both yours and spencer's chest. "how about we dig in? i haven't eaten much since the hospital since it's kinda hard to get around."

"how could i refuse?" spencer quipped as he reached for the chips, opening them and placing one in his mouth and offering the bag to you.

you and him sat on the couch and talked for a while. he mentioned the theories of relativity and how einstein even developed it. you were engrossed by his rants and monologues, mesmerized by his tone and voice.

the way his throat would get raspy the longer he had been talking, not even that would stop him from getting his message across. he's always been a determined guy, something you've found attractive in him. he's not really one to give up. he's quite resilient, and makes for really good conversation as well.

you both had even decided to watch a movie. he convinced you to finally watch star trek with him, mostly because you had never seen it and he looked so damn cute trying to convince you to go on that journey with him.

spencer didn't feel like he was even missing out on the lecture when he was with you. in fact, he didn't even remember he had wanted to go. he was too entranced by you to notice.

the hours that went by felt like it went by far too quickly. by the time you looked at the clock, it was half past 11 pm., which also meant it was time for you to take your meds again and change your bandage.

"okay..." you sighed. "it's doctor time now," you grimaced at the thought of having to get up again.

"right!" he stood up from the couch and bent down to help you. "let's get you up," he said as he wrapped your arm around his shoulder and his underneath your armpit, wanting to avoid the incision.

you were able to smell his aroma, the warmth his scent provided to you, the comfort it ensued, the distraction it so graciously offered from the pain that wreaked havoc on your mind. it transported you to a place where you were too preoccupied by the smell of coffee and burnt vanilla to notice the pain even if it was just for a few minutes.

he helped you sit on your bathroom counter as he got your meds and the bandages you guided him to retrieve.

"so can i-or you- or just.. we need to remove your shirt," he stuttered out, already feeling nervous at the thought of seeing what was underneath your shirt.

you were silently thanking yourself for putting on a good bra today as you subtlety leaned back and lifted your arms up for him to remove your shirt.

his eyes tried their best to avoid looking at your chest. although he definitely wished he could, he knew it wasn't right because of how you were inured right now. instead, he opted to look at the injury, trying to assess the stages of healing.

"okay, the stitches look good, although they do look rather irritated," he said as he gently ran his hands around the cut.

his touch brought shivers to your body, and he noticed the goosebumps from your body betraying you.

"so... i just need to not wear a shirt for the next few days?" you asked with your brows raised. "or are you just trying to see me walk around topless for a while?" you laughed enthusiastically, wincing as your muscles contracted round the stabbing.

"hey, hey, hey..." spencer said grabbing your face to help you concentrate on something else. "i'm gonna put the medication on the wound now, so we should talk about something to distract you now. any recommendations?" he said as he grabbed the ointment the doctor prescribed.

"so, what were your plans for the break? anything special?" you asked as he dabbed some of the medication on.

you ended up squirming slightly as he continued to apply it. spencer noticed your discomfort quickly, so he offered you his hand to hold and squeeze as you felt the pain.

"umm actually there was one thing, but i don't think that'll work out anymore," he admitted as he felt your hand squeeze gently.

"wh-what was that? your plans?" you asked softly.

"jane goodall was lecturing," he said, only revealing enough to not make you feel so guilty.

"jane goodall doesn't lecture very often. i'm pretty sure that was today, right? it was downtown DC," you clarified, brows furrowing in the process.

of course you would know that. you liked goodall, too. he knew that look on your face and he should've known better than to say anything at all.

"yea. it was today," he smiled as he thought of the day he spent with you instead of a famous scientist.

you squeezed his hand harder and leaned back with your eyes wide at the revelation, mouth parted slightly.

"spencer, you didn't," you sad solemnly, sighing as the guilt flooded through you.

"don't worry about it. i wanted to help you," he said, lifting your head up by your chin to look him in the eyes.

"she rarely lectures anymore. that was probably her last one, spence. you missed it because of me," you said with an eyeroll, upset that he would do something so reckless. "for a genius you're kinda stupid."

love makes you stupid, spencer thought to himself.

"i would rather make sure you're okay and well taken care of than see her work," he tried to convince you as you shook your head in defiance.

"since when did you think that doing that would be the right choice, spence? why did you do that?" you pushed his shoulder back gently as you furrowed your brows slightly in confusion.

"y/n..." he trailed off, feeling the nerves eating at him as you raised your eyebrows in question. "i-i um... iminlovewithyou," he spurted out.

"what?" you asked him, not understanding what he said.

"i... am... in love..." he took a deep breath, avoiding eye contact, "with you."

this time you grabbed him by his face and pulled him into yours, your lips colliding. he was tense at first, not realizing what was going on, but very soon relaxed at your touch.

he placed his hand on the side of your face as he brought the other to the back of your head, deepening the kiss. you wrapped one of your hands into his hair, playing with his beautiful locks as you continued the kiss.

after a few more seconds, you both pulled back from one another for a breath.

"i love you too, spencer," you said with a smile.

"let's finish putting this medication on, then we can talk about that some more," he said as he placed the bandage on your wound gently, not wanting to further hurt you.

"so... that's why you missed that lecture, huh?" you questioned with a smirk.

"well," he replied, "that and i promised you i would never leave you. even if there is a famous scientist lecturing right near us."

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dreamteamspace · 4 years

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MCYT subway au Part 3 because I’m a sucker for attention and the 2 ppl who made part 1 and 2 noticed me

Holiday Shift

- Everybody who works on the holiday gets double. Those that can’t work have to put their name on a list. Lowest entries and those that don’t enter need to work the shift. It’s Phil’s idea don’t ask

- George is the first to put his name there but Sapnap skribbles it out and makes sure everybody else gets their name in first. It’s his punishment for leaving Dream and him alone for rush hour when Karl was sick. Dream wasn’t all that mad but Sapnap Will Not let that shit slide

- Tommy gladly takes the oppertunity to not have to spend the entire day awkwardly hugging relatives and being told to keep their elbows off the table. Convinces Tubbo to join them, supposedly for the Money

- Dream: “So Karl did you put your name on the list yet?” Karl: “What list??”

- Shift staffing: George, Tubbo, Tommy and Karl

- George becomes the reluctant babysitter of what feels like three kids

- “Karl stop WASTING the bread we NEED THAT.”

- Tommy is told to go pull what they need for monday out of the freezer. Tubbo offers to come with him and holds his hand the entire time. They’re best friends your honor. Tommy promises Tubbo to make it up to him

- George does about 60% of the work on a four person shift. Swears to murder Sapnap on sight. Probably slaps a pastry in his face later

Promotion pt. 4: Taking Over

- Tommy begs Techno to join in support of Wilbur. Techno reluctantly agrees because he can’t really say no to Tommy and because he doesn’t really want to become manager anyway (too much paperwork and he’s fixating on the origins of vedgetables)

- Tommy now adds #WilburForManager to his pogway stickers. Wilbur is also reluctantly Growing Soft in face of Tommy’s undying support

- Nobody knows why, but Quackity has the unspoken ability to make Schlatt give him sick leave or remove him from shift?? All Quackity has to do is point to his phone and give Schlatt a smug Look.

- Ppl are suspicious but really Quackity just has a video of Schlatt kissing a baby kitten in the face and talking to it in a high pitched soft voice

- Wilbur needs to visit extended family and leaves for 2 weeks. The day before he leaves is surprisingly light-hearted and Wilbur admits that Schlatt isn’t the worst manager imaginable. He lets them waste things sometimes and has yet to give anybody a cut for not showing up to a shift

- Dream can’t openly go against Schlatt, silently wishing he’d just put the milk in The Right Spot before his shift. But no. It never is. It’s always somewhere else. Always.

- Schlatt continues to place things in slightly different places than they belong and following his whim more than the rules. One time he didn’t order the dark chocolate cakes they sell because “Who likes those anyway”

- Phil is there more often to make sure Wilbur’s work is covered. The war continues to rage in stolen glares and misplaced ingredients.

- Bad and Skeppy are slowly genuinely growing concerned, watching the whole thing go down like a movie.

Promotion pt. 5: Adopted On Sight

- Schlatt tells Tubbo he’s doing great One Time because he literally saved Schlatt’s ass from being fired for the whole cakes thing by biking it to the nearest store that sells them and getting some

- Tubbo will now follow Schlatt around to ask him how he’s doing, if he did everything right, if he needs any help, how his morning went so far

- Schlatt does Not Know how to handle Tubbo and suddenly wishes for Wilbur to just Come Back and Take His Kid. Tubbo wishes him a good morning and good night every single day. How is he supposed to keep up his tough old man appearance like this

- Tommy is still on Wilbur’s side and purposefully makes Schlatt’s life just a little more difficult. Small pranks. Stickers on the cakes, wasting them. Writing #TommySupremacy on the sandwhich wraps with markers while nobody is looking. Taking 4 chairs to the back to stack them on top of eachother and stand on them to reach the ceiling. Being the teenager he is.

- Tubbo think it’s funny and that’s the main thing keeping him going really

- Schlatt confronts Tommy but with no results. He turns to Phil to ask him what to do and Phil is like, you don’t do anything. That’s just Tommy for you. Usually Wilbur keeps him occupied with the Dreamon hunting and now he has too much free time

- Quackity is using the blackmail more and more. Does he even work here anymore? When was the last time anybody saw him apart from looting the expired sodas? He’s the only one who can order avocados on a spanish site online that don’t cost their weight in gold

- But as it tends to be with good friends, Schlatt knows the amount of blackmail he has is enough to fill everybody’s need for drama here for the rest of the year. Also he can’t say no to Quackity

- Fundy recieves yet another apology card from Wilbur from Ireland, a whole postcard with a picture attached and a little doodle of a fox. He finally caves and forgives him, now refusing to do Schlatt’s work anymore.

- Dream is Popping Off. Nobody can stop him from working once he starts. He’s 2 months ahead on Literally Everything. Somebody help him

Promotion pt. 6: The Finale I promise

- Wilbur returns! Schlatt is THIS close to throwing in the towel

- Tubbo says he wants another sleepover, wanting to de-escalate the whole manager war. Tommy has to stay true to his promise in the freezer and they convince Wilbur together. Techno was on board before they even asked

- Unbeknowedst to them, the Dream Team + Karl wanted to stay in that night as well to sabotage Schlatt

- Both groups stare at eachother in confusion at first

-They combine their resources to figure out a way to sabotage Schlatt. Dream is growing increasingly quiet and unsure while Tommy stares at The Adults with dissapointment. Tubbo tries to get a word in about how Schlatt isn’t That Bad but they all yell over him. “The milk, Tubbo! Why can’t he put the milk back like a normal person!”

- Eventually Tommy pulls out his bravery and tells everyone to Shut Up

- Everyone stares at eachother

-Tommy: “How come you guys yelling over bullying somebody out of their work sounds less mature than when my literal nephews are screaming at eachother over 10 year old pokemon cards??“

- The adults stare at eachother even harder

- Dream shyly clears his throat. “From an outsider perspective, you know, uh, I should probably be fired for plotting against a fellow manager-“

- Wilbur finally finds his tongue. “Maybe this wasn’t the most... mature idea.”

- Everybody carefully agrees to apologize to schlatt and never speak of this again. Tommy has unknowingly gotten a lot more pranking rights

- They spend the rest of the night organizing the storage, hunting Dreamon, Dream telling them about that one time he ate a living frog, and taking turns playing some free racing game on Karl’s switch

- Lots of laughter, return to their shifts the next day

- They wait for Schlatt to come in to work and pull him to the back. Only Bad and Skeppy are already allowed inside while they keep the doors locked for anybody else

- Dream issues a formal apology to him and tells him everything, and Wilbur jockingly mentions they were really close to pouring food coloring into his rubber gloves as they try to laugh it off

- Schlatt stares at them

- “You know what? I quit. I don’t want to be the manager anymore. I feel like the dad of lord knows how many kids. Phil is some kind of angel. Wilbur please adopt Tubbo and Tommy again, as long as our store isn’t on fire I’m never going to complain about them ever again. Dream you might wanna phone Quackity.”

Insiders

- After a good, short era of peace within the establishment, the Drama Bois are getting bored and latching onto new things

- The bets on whether Skeppy and Bad are a couple or not are getting ever higher, especially as they’ve started letting them behind the counter. They figured out pretty quickly that they’re officially not together, but that just makes the betting all the more exciting. Do they like eachother? Are they hiding it? Are they just really good friends? Are they THAT oblivious or just really good at covering it up??

- Bad especially becomes good friends with Dream, George and Sapnap, and yet they’re all just as split as everyone else on whether he likes Skeppy or not

- Bad pretends to be but is in fact not oblivious to this at all

- Dream especially will often tell them they’re being VERY close to eachother or how cute they are next to eachother, revelling in teasing his friend, especially as Bad will sometimes start to get flustered while Skeppy manages to somehow stay 100% cool

- One day when a middle aged white woman is extremely unhappy with her order she starts talking down on George about being uneducated, and too clumsy for being useful at all, and how they should fire him. George asks her if he should just get the manager and she gladly agrees, only for Dream to swoop out of a back room, a good head taller than her, and sternly tell her if she can’t treat employees like human beings then he will ban her from the establishment immedietly. The woman stutters, takes her order and leaves, cursing something as she goes.

- Bad and Skeppy were sitting at a table nearby quietly the entire time, and Bad has this a-little-too-wide smile on his face.

- Dream murmurs something about having to go, but the seeds are planted. The idea has bloomed. Bad is ready to get his teasing revenge.

- Just as they’re closing, George puts away the milk that Dream left on the counter, telling Dream that he’s putting it away. Bad: “Wow George, that’s so thoughtful of you!” George: “???”

- Dream, softly telling George he can go home earlier and he’ll take the rest of the shift so George can catch up on sleep: “It’s okay, just go. I’ve got this.”

- Bad, just as George left, slurping his milkshake innocently while Wilbur and Sapnap are in earshot: “Awww, Dream! That was SO nice of you!”

- Dream, knowing exactly what this is for: “I’m just... nice to my friends!“

- Bad: “Really?! How many times do you let Sapnap go home earlier?” Sapnap: “You let George go earlier AGAIN?” Wilbur, having waited his entire life for someone to finally notice this: “George is getting so much favored treatment, Dream. But you’re really just good friends, right?“

- If looks could kill they’d all be dead at that point. Especially Bad, who continues slurping his milkshake as the chaos unfolds and Dream knows there’s no escape

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