#pls read my older posts for now tho

[hysteria-things]

hello again !! i know you just posted my last request but i have another idea !

• SMUTTY PLSZ

• matt/chris x teacher!reader

So basically, chris/matt are in senior year or any year in college and he has a teacher(reader) who's quite young and closer to their age but is still older and knowing men, she's already very popular in their school y'know y'know?

ALSO if you're gonna make the other students be a big part of the story too or add more plot, pls don't make the girls of the school hate her. it just feels unrealistic since in our school, it's mostly the girls that simp for the hot female teacher lmao

This idea was based on their video "truth or eat" i think(i forget everything) where he was asked if he's ever had a crush on a teacher and he answered yes w no hesitation and also the song "Teacher's Pet" by Melanie Martinez but switched genders.

i just think the male being the teacher and the female being the student felt overused/overdone(?)

Only if you're comfortable w this idea tho !!

TEACHER'S PET (part one)

read part two here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x teacher!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt asks for extra help after class (even though he knows exactly what he’s doing)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, making out, oral (male receiving), throat fucking, p in v, unprotected sex (nuh uh!), degradation, cheating (cheat on tests, not people), hair pulling, spanking, breeding, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,236

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: shoutout any of you in college i dropped out after a month i give you guys so much credit that shit’s hard😔

for @skadltmf :)

matt and his college friends sit at the round table in the food court. they’re at the home stretch of senior year with the spring semester starting tomorrow.

“i got that hot professor for one of my morning classes.” one of his friends brags. “she’s so fine.”

“who?” matt asks, and the two sitting with him stare at him like he should know this.

“professor l/n.” the other one starts. “literally everybody is obsessed with her. she’s only twenty-five; three years older than us.”

“there’s no way she doesn’t let students fuck her to get a good grade.” they both laugh, but matt stays quiet. his friends are in their conversation about you while matt thinks to himself.

he has you for a class too but at 6 PM.

you stand at the front of the class, teaching like a normal teacher should. half of the class never pays attention, anyway, but you still have to do your job.

they may not know, but you listen. you listen to what they say about you, and to be honest it boosts your ego.

one student in particular actually pays attention and takes notes, like what he’s doing right now. you couldn’t help but stare at him from time to time, and he’ll already be staring at you when you do.

you’re grading papers on your desk as your students work independently for the last fifteen minutes of class. you feel a presence, and you look up to see him there, fiddling with his worksheet.

you smile at him. “hello, matt. do you need help with something?”

“kind of. will i be able to stay after class?”

your phone lights up, and he glances at the lock screen. it’s a photo of you, your husband, and your son. “of course you can.”

he nods, going back to his seat.

the last fifteen minutes went by in a breeze, and all of the students left. except for one, of course.

you stand up and go over to the whiteboard, grabbing a marker just in case you need to explain something. “so, matt. what is it that you needed help with?”

“this question,” he says, stepping closer to you and pointing at the paper. you look at it confused because he already answered it. flawlessly.

“matt.” you chuckle. “you’ve got the problem right and showed your work perfectly. are you sure that’s the right one?”

his cheeks flush as he grabs your face, kissing you passionately. you pull away from his hold, weirdly sad that you did.

this is a first. you know the rumors that go around saying that you fuck students for an A+ but it’s not true. hell, you’ll lose your job.

he doesn’t say anything. he just stares at you, and you stare back. what you did next was a completely new person.

you go back in, his tongue inserting your mouth and swirling inside. this is so fucking wrong, but it feels so… right?

whining into the kiss, you move your hands down to his belt to unbuckle it. he chuckles, pulling away and pushing your head so you get on your knees.

he takes off his undergarments, revealing his—

your eyes widen. oh, god.

his red tip slides against your lips before you open, pushing himself into your wet mouth. “fuck.” he whispers.

grabbing onto your hair, he guides your head up and down his cock. he groans, leaning over and rutting his hips further into your mouth. your gagging fills the empty classroom, and spit starts to spill from your mouth.

it clicks in your head what you’re doing. you have a husband and child at home, for christ’s sake. you place your hands on his thighs and try to push your head back, but his grip is far too strong.

he slowly pulls out to watch his dick move past your lips, and slams back in. “take it, sweetheart. just like that.”

you keep gagging around him, your eyes becoming glassy as your mascara starts to smudge.

your lashes flutter each time he thrusts to the back of your throat before he stops. “s-shit.” he whimpers, but he doesn’t want to cum just yet. he closes his eyes to ignore the throbbing, pulling out of your sweet mouth. you cough, your lips swollen.

“bend over for me, yeah?” he smirks when you scramble to your feet. he grabs your waist, pushing your back so your stomach lays flat on your desk.

he lifts your skirt, moving your soaked underwear to the side. he wraps a finger around them and lets go, the elastic snapping against your core. you yelp at the sudden pain.

“such a slut.” he groans, inserting his tip into your folds but staying still. “letting one of your students shove his dick down your throat.”

he moves his tip out, but then puts it back in, thrusting it in and out teasingly. “bet you were thinking about this the whole lecture. i saw the way you were looking at me.”

you pathetically whine and nod. then, he grabs your hair so the upper half of your body is lifted from the wood. your hips dig into the edge of the desk as he starts entering you.

the stretch hurts, but it feels too good. your eyes flutter back, but a hand landing on your ass gets you out of your trance. he chuckles, taking the hand that’s not on your head and covering your mouth with it. “don’t be too loud, baby. don’t want the people outside that door knowing what a whore you are for me.”

he slides in deeper, a moan leaving your lips that’s muffled by his hand. he starts rutting his hips, going faster when you fit around him. “m-matt.” you gasp.

“so fucking tight around my cock.” he breathes out. your pleasurable cries and squelching of your pussy fill the room, along with his thighs slapping against your ass.

he removes his hand from your mouth, honestly forgetting that there are probably people around. all he’s focused on is pounding the daylights out of you. his teacher, mind you.

you grip the desk for support, moaning louder than any other time when his tip starts brushing against your cervix. “holy— shit.” you hoarsely scream, squeezing your eyes shut.

he lets go of your hair, your head immediately falling between your shoulders. “i’m gonna cum!” you warn, whimpering when he moves more mercilessly. both your thoughts and guts are getting scrambled at once.

“i wonder how disappointed your husband will be if he saw you like this.” he grunts and thrusts a few more times before continuing. “clenching around my dick, so badly wanting my cum inside you.”

you moan at his words. he feels so fucking good. you hate to admit it, but this is the best sex you’ve had in years.

“want me to fuck my baby inside you, you filthy whore?”

“y-yes, please,” you whine, repeating yourself over and over again.

you cum around him at the same time he stops deep, spreading your legs wider to finish inside. you moan one last time before becoming a rag doll, the bruises forming on your hips from them banging against the desk.

he moves your underwear back over your freshly bred pussy, kissing your shoulder and neck before whispering into your ear. “i’ll let you know when i need help again, professor l/n.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss @sturnifyed @mayhem-72 @ripmattitude @p1xieswrld @alorsxsturn @txssvx @sttzee @multiluvr @delilahprentiss @matthewsspecial @idkhowtosleep @sturniolho @suga-daddy-69 @tworosesblackthorn @luckistar-posts @gnxosblog

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #✎ ⤾ haleigh’s requests!

[heartlvrrss]

requesting a fluff with jeno x reader preferably older sister of any of the dreamies pls <3

OOH

okk

You're Jisung's older sister, you've always came to visit the dreamies practice to drop off food or just encourage jisung and cheer him on.

Jenos had an eye on you for a while, always looking so effortlessly beautiful to him, your humour, your way of talking, acting and honestly everything.

He was head over heels to say the least and he didnt hide it well in anyway, it was obvious from the way jeno looked at you, jisung had his suspicions but only shook off the thought and shuddered at the thought of you being anyway of romantical in anyway with any of his members.

It didn't come to any ones mind on how you were so oblivious to jenos obvious puppy dog eyes every single time you came over, always staring and attentively listening to you when you had any conversation with the boys.

After a lot of convincing from the others (without jisung knowing) the poor boy decided to ask you out on a date, while slowly panicking on the spot, but playing it off cool.

You accepted his offer and gave him a chance, and you started dating after a bit. It took Jisung some time to get used to you dating jeno but it all ended fine <3

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a/n: wrote this in a RUSHHH and it isnt proof read as of right now BUT THIA HAS DEFINETLY HELPED ME WITH WRITER BLOCK A BIT butt its still shit SORRY... thinking of starting an smau next but ill have to stay loyal.. so i guess ill start 1 and keep a bunch of chapters in my notes or drafts and then post them on a schedule.. prolly wont work with me tho LMAO </3

#jeno fluff #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream scenarios #jeno x reader #jeno

[slushglow]

EMO USAGI LORE DROP + BONUS (W/ TW !!)

just want to start by saying sorry it took me eighty five yrs to even post this thats super my bad hahaha

this basically explains how yuichi lost his markings and came to run away from his family, i just did this little comparison drawing of when he's a kid (age 11) to when he's a little older (age 17) and then word vommed everything i could into two pages HAHAHA

i know my handwriting is so shit im so sorry, i meant to find the original google doc and/or procreate file to copy and paste the text or at least retype it here BUT I CANT FIND EITHER OF THEMMMM i am literally going insane, i'm on my phone rn or i would be typing all of this out asap but tumblr hates me on mobile and it's also like 3 am but i PROMMY i will get around to retyping everything in a much easier to read format instead of yall zooming in three thousand times to read the hieroglyphs that is my handwriting HAHAHA i'll def edit this when i get the chance and do just that so pls bear w me </3 when i finally find the google doc i will also include it bc it has a ton more info !!!!!

anyways if y'all have any comments questions or concerns pls don't be afraid to drop an ask i would also love to just word vom abt my version of yuichi + leo and yuichi + the others bc they r very dear to me !!!

there's a bonus image under the cut that shows child yuichi moments after getting his scar, just warnin y'all again !!!! don't worry it's not super graphic tho, u also cant see the actual injury !!

TW // DEPICTION OF BLOOD AND INJURY

this is the following moment after he gets his scar

the overall shock from the events of the day (losing his brother, watching him die, having to face his grandfather) means he barely even reacts when it happens but at the same time it's kinda like this epiphany hits him that he can't stay anymore u know :/ idk i didn't intend on making him such a tragic character but here we are !!! LMAO

ANYWAYSSS thanks so much for sticking around guys i uber appreciate u all B) again if u have any questions comments or concerns don't be afraid to hit up my ask box !! okay i'm finally done now HAHAHA

#rottmnt #leosagi #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #emo usagi #usagi yuichi #the usagi chronicles #emo usagi lore #samurai rabbit

[asahicore]

espresso macchiato - sjh

part 1 of the coffee mini-series // prompt 72 of the 100 kisses list, accidentally bumping noses

pairing. coworker!junghwan x fem!reader

synopsis. It’d only been a month since Junghwan had started to work with you at the coffee shop, but your crush on him was already threatening to make itself known. It took a broken espresso machine and a cute accident for you to find out that these feelings might not be one-sided.

genre. winter au, coffee shop au, fluff with a side of fluff and extra fluff, noona!reader (just one-year age gap tho)

word count. 2.2k

a/n. i said two seconds ago that i would post this tomorrow but i already changed my mind. i had so so much fun writing this so i hope you will too while reading! i tried to make it as cute as possible... just cute cute cute... super excited to write the rest of the series. no promises but i'll try to do like a double update next weekend with part 2 of this and part 2 of hey heeseung !! ok i know nobody reads these but as always lmk what u think pls and thank u bye bye &lt;3

winter.

You should’ve known that nothing good could come out of having such a cute coworker as So Junghwan.

The moment he’d stepped into the coffee shop, announcing himself with a big smile as the new barista, you had to keep yourself from freaking out. Somehow, all the ugly things that came with being a barista hadn’t tarnished your dream for a coffee shop romance. No amount of spilled coffee and rude customers could stop you from wishing a handsome guy would stride in and sweep you off your feet.

But now that said handsome guy had finally strode in, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Because it wasn’t enough for the handsome guy to just be handsome, he also had to be charming, and kind, and funny. And tall. Very, very tall. If at first his face alone had been enough to destabilize you, soon, it was his contagious boyish grin, the sound of his laughter, the way his hands worked the machines that made your heart beat faster than it should. You’d even started to like the fact that he called you noona - at first, you chided him for it, arguing that you were barely a year older than him, but he insisted, and you didn’t have a choice but to get used to it.

As with most bad things in your life, you blamed your manager. Got a cold? The manager insisted on turning the heating all the way up this winter, and your body has gone into shock every time you’ve had to go back into the cold outside. Missed a deadline? The manager asked you to take over someone else’s shift that one day you had planned on writing your essay after procrastinating for two weeks. Liked the new barista? The manager made you responsible for his training, because “you’ve been here for so long” (two years) and “you’re one of our best” (ten time employee of the month, thank you very much) and “you have the most overlapping shifts with him, anyway.” No problem, boss. No problem at all, you’d said, and you had meant it, until Junghwan walked right from your dreams and into the coffee shop on a bright morning in early December.

The first few weeks, it was easy to lie to yourself that it was just due to Junghwan being practically perfect that you felt like this - anyone with eyes and an attraction to men would react the same way. Or so you thought, until you talked to your coworker-turned-bestie, Jayoon.

“I don’t know, I think he’s kinda dorky.” Your friend had simply shrugged when you asked her about the newbie. You’d been trying to be as nonchalant as possible, but your interest in him was obvious. But then she’d seen your appalled expression, and tried to backtrack slightly. “I mean, super nice and all, just not my style. He’s all yours,” she’d added with a wink.

You realized you had a proper crush on him when a customer wrote her number on the receipt and left it for him, and the jealousy you felt upon seeing the slight blush that spread across his cheeks was too much to ignore. Something you had noticed about Junghwan after a month of working with him was that he could dish it but not take it. When it came to grabbing something you couldn’t reach from the top shelf for you, telling you your hair looked cute that day, or making a little heart on top of the latte you desperately needed when you worked the opening shift together, he was a pro - but if you so much as called him cute or patted his head, the boy became a stammering and blushing mess, akin to the clueless female lead of a high school romance anime.

Seeing someone else have that effect on him was no fun. You wanted to run after the girl and lecture her about disturbing coffee shop employees when they’re trying to do their job, but you knew you just wished you had as much guts as her to shoot your shot with Junghwan.

“Look, noona, a girl gave me her number,” he said, gloating and holding the small piece of paper for you to see, when a random two p.m. rush had subsided. “She even drew a heart.”

You scoffed, turning away and pretending to be busy rearranging the syrup shelf so he wouldn’t see the glare in your eyes. “You look so happy,” you commented moodily. Great job hiding your crush, Y/N, you thought.

“It is pretty flattering.”

You turned your head to look at him. He’d taken a few steps closer to you and was now resting his back against the counter, palms flat on the surface behind him to hold him up. His smile had gotten even wider, that idiot. You squinted your eyes at him. “So, are you gonna call her? Or text her?”

“No,” he’d answered right away, and the lack of hesitation took you by surprise. “There’s someone else I like.”

The words had already made your breath hitch in your throat - but as if he was intent on killing you, Junghwan started walking right towards you, only stopping when he was towering over your shorter frame. He crumbled the receipt in his hands and threw it in the trash can that you happened to be standing in front of, his eyes never once leaving yours. He beamed down at you, that familiar, puppyish grin that lights up his whole face, and, as if nothing happened, walked to the register to take the order of a customer that had just arrived.

It took at least a full minute for your breathing to return to normal.

-

Junghwan was a quick learner. He mastered the espresso machine and latte art in record time, remembered recipes to specialty drinks easily, and didn’t panic when someone ordered something he’d never made before. He also wasn’t scared to ask for help, and you’d soon grown used to his questions, tone ranging from simply curious to downright alarmed. Noona, do I add cocoa powder on top of a cappuccino? Noona, what’s the difference between a regular latte and a latte macchiato? Noona, why the hell does this person want their chai to be dirty?!

So when he called out, Noona, I think the machine’s broken, you hadn’t thought anything of it at first. Luckily, it was reaching closing time, and not many people came for a caffeine fix at seven in the evening, so you could easily deal with the machine. 

You headed to where Junghwan was crouching, glaring at the espresso machine as if that would magically fix it. You shook your head at him with a chuckle and told him to scooch over. Either in an attempt to tease you, or because he genuinely wanted to know how to repair it, Junghwan followed your every move, very, very closely. He stood and bent over the machine along with you, checked the water and coffee bean levels along with you, made sure the tubes were properly cleaned along with you. But in the end, it was just that the tube that poured the espresso had come somewhat loose, and so the machine beeped in warning every time one tried to make coffee.

“Look, it’s no big deal, just that the tube came loo- Oh!”

Junghwan had been looking at you as you explained the problem, but the two of you were crouching in front of the counter, so close together that when you turned your head to look at him, your noses had bumped into each other. You’d both leaned back in surprise at the same time, eyes widening and heat spreading to both of your faces as you peered at each other, astonished. But then, Junghwan’s face broke into a grin, and a chuckle escaped his lips, then another one. You burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, the fact that you had to keep quiet because of the few remaining customers in the shop making it even harder to stop giggling.

When after a few minutes, you managed to regain your senses, a wave of shyness hit you - even if for just a split second, you had been close enough to Junghwan for your noses to touch, even, perhaps, for your lips to touch. And thinking about kissing Junghwan was not good for your heart.

A silence settled between the two of you, and you were thankful for the music playing softly and the chatter of the customers that filled the otherwise quiet coffee shop. You could barely look at Junghwan anymore and found him quickly averting his gaze as well every time you dared a glance at him, as if the same realization had hit him.

Fifteen minutes later and you could finally close. You and Junghwan said “bye” to the last customers, then started cleaning the store and preparing it for tomorrow’s first shifters in unusual silence - normally, you’d spend an hour joking around, chasing the other with a mop or spraying water on the other’s face, but today, not a peep could be heard from either of you. You didn’t know what to make of it, but at least, it meant you were done half an hour earlier than usual.

Shivering, Junghwan watched as you hurriedly locked the doors to the coffee shop, wanting to put your gloves on as quickly as possible. It was so warm and toasty inside that stepping outside was like being pushed into a bath of ice water. You were about to start walking to the bus stop, as you always did with Junghwan after the closing shift, but he stopped you.

“Noona, your scarf.” He stepped in front of you and reached out to tighten your scarf, even though it was already snug around your neck. Immediately recalling the proximity you’d been in not even an hour earlier, all you could do was look up at him, mouth slightly agape in surprise. When his eyes met yours, a small grin bloomed on his lips. He kept his hands on your scarf, holding gently there.

“What’s wrong with it?” you asked in a quiet voice, looking down at your scarf so Junghwan couldn’t see your flustered reaction - but something prompted you to meet his eyes once more. 

His grin got wider and unconsciously, you started smiling too. “Nothing,” he admitted, then finally let go of your scarf, and you released a breath at the same time. You followed as he started walking towards the bus stop, hanging your head low so he couldn’t see the smile on your lips. Just like you, his hands were buried in his coat pockets, but you were itching to reach out and grab one of them. You couldn’t stop wondering what his reaction would be.

Then, he sighed contentedly. When you looked up at him, he was smiling too, looking straight ahead of him. The cold had already bit at his cheeks and nose, staining them bright red, and there were slowly melting snowflakes covering his hair. You thought he’d never looked so handsome. It was almost painful, tearing your gaze away from his face.

“It’s so cold, you can see your breath,” he suddenly said, and you laughed. Not because what he’d said was particularly funny or interesting, but because it was such a relief, hearing his voice after long minutes of silence.

“Yeah,” you simply replied, giggling when your gazes met for a brief moment.

When you reached the bus stop, you sat down on the bench while he stood, tracing figures in the snow with his foot. Your heart swelled ten times its size and you couldn’t stop smiling as he wrote your initial, a plus sign and his initial, then encircled them in a heart. You shook your head at him but it made you unreasonably happy.

“Too cheesy?” he asked, smiling so wide that the corners of his eyes crinkled.

“No, I love it,” you replied, giggling, but you meant it.

He sat down next to you, kicking your shoe with his, and you both giggled at nothing. Too soon, his bus came. 

“Noona?” he called out as he stood up, walking towards the bus door. You said nothing but raised your head, waiting for him to go on. “You know how I said there’s someone I like?”

This time, you said nothing because you couldn’t speak. Your heart stopped beating, anticipating his next words. You meekly nodded.

The bus doors opened and he slipped inside, turning back to look at you, that boyish grin you love so much still on his lips.

“It’s you.”

The doors closed and Junghwan headed to a window seat, waving happily at you as the bus took him away, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you.

When your shock faded, all that was left was happiness. Junghwan’s sudden confession filled you with a warm, honey-like feeling that settled comfortably in your heart, in your bones, everywhere. The cold January air couldn’t cool you down.

You didn’t stop smiling for a second the whole way home, and you’d never been so excited for your next shift.

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[rebouks]

I'm gonna be the realest with you rn and say that I haven't read Somnium (yet?) and I'm just following FIB as you upload, so I caught myself wondering what Oscar's job is! I'm not completely clueless though: I checked some older posts and from what I saw, I assumed he's a hacker and worked for a criminal gang? But what about now? Just a freelancer? And what about Courtney? What does homegirl got going for her? Tbh I'd love to know the profession of all your sims! Pls don't mind my lazy ass :')

Haaah! I can't say I blame you tbh since it's quite an investment at this point (still worth it imo tho LOL) but yeah, it's hard to catch up sometimes skjkdj <- me currently tryna catch up on a bazillion stories omg

Let's cover as many as we can! lmk if I miss any tho 🙈

But yessss.. Oscar is a freelancer programmer at the moment! He's VERY good at it but moved away from his naughtiness on that front for the most part 🤭 it works really well for him since he's not too great with structure and can work from home! (his office still SUCKS tho ;-;)

Courtney - Stay at Home Mom! She used to work at a garden centre and she's had a million n' one jobs before that too, she doesn't know what she wants to do 🙃 she'll think abt it some more when the kiddos are all old enough for school tho probs...

Ivan - Mechanical Engineer - haven't thought abt this one too much, I imagine he works at some kinda factory looking after/fixing all the machines tho idk 🤔

Bruno - Landscape Gardener

Noah - Artist! He has his own gallery now too and he scouts/stocks other peoples work as well as his.

Aspen - Yoga Teacher - kinda casual tho since Noah makes enough for both of em n' then some.

Sidney - Retired A&E Doctor! Still works the odd shift to help out tho cos she can't help herself.

Alton - Retired Charity Worker (FOR THE TREEEES! 🌲)

Alma - Semi Retired Medium/Tarot Card Reader

Mack/Kobe - Mechanics (still own their lil garage in the Harbor)

Darien - Accountant (a very GOOD accountant & only slightly dodgy these days, plenty of legal ways around the law u kno 😉)

Wyatt - Unemployed! Man's got enough money to last several lifetimes but messes with a lot of stocks, he'll tell people he's an Investor)

Brynn - Stay at Home Mom! She's quite social tho, I can see her getting a job in a cafe or smth when the kids go to school just for fun)

Tilda - Seamstress! She works with a slightly eccentric woman in her shop in the Bay

Tristen - Pizza Boy/Lifeguard! He works with Kara in a cute lil takeaway in town at night, but by day he picks up shifts as a lifeguard on the beach, especially in spring/summer 🌊 He has his own place now!! 🏠👀

Mia - Paramedic! She works a LOT

Suzie - Dog Sitter/Groomer - she has her own grooming station in the garage/outhouse so basically works from home!

Miya - Mixologist!

Rhys - Photographer - he's mostly done weddings/events in the past but he's working toward doing more projects of his own since he has a studio now! 📸

Tommy - Psychiatrist (Still doing his residency tho)

#ranswers #ewwwww work #😆 #fib extras #? #kinda #idk #all this kinda shit is usually in the background i suppose #good excuse to write it all down!! #<33

[prfctparis]

I’d Give You My Lungs So You Can Breathe (I’ve Got You, Brother) [CH1]

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summary:

Danny Fenton was adopted at age ten, with little to no memories about his former family. At age fourteen, he died yet lived and those memories began to return. He didn’t do anything about those memories – didn’t plan to, at least not yet – but then he got captured by the GIW, saved by his friends and someone who might be his sister who he only somewhat remembered, and taken to Gotham to, apparently, his biological father for safety until further notice.

Team Phantom was there, too, and they did not sign up for this family drama.

a/n:

so i figured i’d post this here too, since there are so many dcxdp lovers on here, and in case someone has no access to ao3 somehow or just doesn’t use it…well, here you go! also i’m bored & this blog needs some action lmao. anyway, this first chapter is technically a prologue, but whatever. there are 2 more chapters i have already written (which are also on ao3), so i’ll upload them here in a day or so if anyone wants me to, and i’m gradually working on the next one. hope you guys enjoy! FYI, so no one is confused, in this athanasia is danny’s twin – not damian :)

warnings for the entire fic:

canon-typical violence of the DC variety; angst; memory loss/repressed memories; do i need to say major character death(s) or is that just a given for this fandom; questionable parenting tho every parent is trying to do good & care for the kids; implied/referenced past child abuse bc of the child assassin backgrounds; pls tell me if i missed something

CHAPTER ONE —

[italicized conversations are implied to be spoken in arabic]

At age ten, he didn’t remember much of anything.

He woke up at the edge of some woods, in dirty and dark clothes that, for some reason, made his mind go Assassin. His head was fuzzy, and the left side of both his chest and back hurt, and there were streaks of dark brown-ish red on his hands that flaked off when he scratched at them.

Eventually, he got up. The sun was rising, and he needed to figure out where he was. So, he walked. He walked, and walked, and when he made into a town, he kept on walking. The sign read ‘Amity Park’ in English.

…That unnerved him. Usually he didn’t read things in English. Right? They were in another language, letters and words read from right to left rather than left to right. Arabic, his mind supplied.

Why was everything in English? he thought, a little hysterical, and then tensed, eyes roaming around as if someone might have heard him – might have had a sixth sense to sniff out fear.

He wasn’t allowed to be afraid, or panic. He couldn’t afford to. He couldn’t. Because…

Because of what?

“Excuse me?” A young voice broke his thoughts.

He spun around and saw a girl with red hair and blue headband with a backpack on her shoulders. She was older than him by a few years…maybe.

(He was ten. How he knew that, he didn’t know, but he was ten.)

“Are you lost?”

Face careful not to show any emotion, he glanced around. The roads were beginning to get busy. People were walking out of buildings, and into other ones.

The girl just smiled – nothing that made him want to bolt, or fight to get away, or freeze in fear. It was…kind. “It’s okay if you are, I can help you. I’m Jasmine,” she said. “But most people just call me Jazz; it’s a nickname. Can you tell me yours?” She knelt down. Some of the nerves dissipated at the action; no longer was she standing over him.

For a moment, he continued to eye her suspiciously. Then, he looked away with furrowed brows as he tried to think. His name… It started with a ‘D’.

“…Danny,” he spoke, voice quiet but rough, after a few more seconds, and looked back at her. He didn’t know much of anything right now, but he did know someone used to call him that. It was short for something. “My nickname is Danny.”

Jasmine – or Jazz – smiled again. “That must be short for Daniel,” she said.

No… Yes? He didn’t know. It didn’t feel right, but not really wrong, either. So, he shrugged.

“Well, Danny,” Jazz began, “can you answer my first question? Are you lost? It’s okay if you can’t, but I still want to help you.”

“I…think so,” he spoke slowly. And, much to his embarrassment, his throat started to tighten with panic. “The sign said Amity Park. But I do not– I do not know where that is.”

“Yeah. You’re in Amity Park, Illinois.” Then, belatedly, “In America.” Her brows pulled together. “Do you- Do you know how you got here?”

He started to shake his head slowly, but the panic and fear had reached their peaks. The movement became rapid, and tears made his eyes sting. “I do– I do not know, I–.” His breath stuttering cut his words off, but the action moved his wounds on his chest and back and he winced, pressing a hand to the one near his heart. “I do not know how, or what happened to– to me, and it hurts.”

Jazz’s eyes widened. “Okay. Okay, it’s okay – I’ll help you. Will you let me?”

Something in him told him to say no. To run. This girl wasn’t trustworthy; she could be dangerous.

But he was scared. Terrified. (Why didn’t he know anything?) So he ignored that first instinct with a shaky nod as tears ran down his cheeks.

And Jazz helped him.

Jazz ended up becoming his sister. His older sister. That adjective to describe her was important to him, for some reason. Adoptive less so. She was his sister – adoptive or not – that was who she was; but she was older.

Maddie and Jack – who, eventually, became Mom and Dad to him, and who, as absent as they were, really did love both him and Jazz – asked once if Danny had a little sister, one day after he had explained that to them offhandedly.

Danny thought. He tried to remember.

“…No,” he answered. Because as far as he knew, he didn’t.

But also because saying, I don’t know, was getting exhausting. He’s only been with them a few months.

He grew to hate not knowing things.

(Jazz said it was anxiety, or potentially paranoia, but also maybe PTSD. Danny thought she was just being a know-it-all with her new found love of psychology.)

Some days it felt like he was missing something. Not just his memories, but something that was a part of him. Another person, or two.

Maddie and Jack would say something odd, or confusing, and he would turn to look at someone who wasn’t there to silently question and/or judge them.

At age fourteen, Danny, on a dare, did something very, very stupid.

He died, but also didn’t.

He accidentally got his parents’ ghost machine to work and now ghosts caused chaos in town.

He became Phantom – a halfa; someone who was dead, but also alive – and became the town’s vigilante, of sorts.

He…began to remember.

This wasn’t the first time he died but lived.

Sam and Tucker, his two best friends, were there at the accident, so they knew from the get-go. He told Jasmine, not too long after, mostly because she suspected something and he was shit at lying to her, but he told her. Mom and Dad, avid ghost hunters, were kept in the dark about it.

For a while, no one knew he was starting to get his memories back. After all, how was he supposed to explain that he was a former child assassin?

But then he had a nightmare-esque memory of being a child with a katana in his hands, a girl his age close by, and a toddler between them. Someone barked orders in Arabic.

He was forced to kill.

(Not the girl, nor the toddler. But someone. Someone who didn’t deserve it.)

Danny woke up having a panic attack, with Jazz hovering over him. After some tears, calming down, and spending the following two hours sitting in silence on his bed with his older sister, he finally told her.

There were more tears.

Jazz just held her little brother tightly.

Sam once brought up that he fought like someone who was used to somebody being beside him.

He feigned confusion and chuckled. “What?”

“When you fight, you leave blind spots open,” she explained further. “Like you’re relying on someone who isn’t there.”

Tucker nodded. “She’s right. I noticed, too.”

Danny shrugged. “That’s just how I fight,” he said. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

What he didn’t say, was that he now had a fuzzy memory of fighting with someone – that girl his age from his memories. But it wasn’t necessarily fighting as it was training, and it wasn’t always with one another but also against each other.

Sam hummed. “Okay, Danny.”

Dan happened.

Danny didn’t want to become Dan.

He began having nightmares of an old man dressed in green radiating pride because of him – because he was Dan.

It made him sick.

Vlad Masters – also known as Plasmius, also also known as a pain in Danny’s ass – cloned him.

He now had a little sister. Ellie. Vlad named her Danielle, and she at first went by Dani, but that got too confusing, so. Ellie, she became.

She roamed around the world after the whole situation with Vlad got handled, and Danny let her. But they kept in touch, and she often told him where she was headed, or where she was resting, or how long until she might come back.

Sometimes when she stopped by, when they were hanging out, something about her jogged fuzzy memories of a little brother. But then sometimes the way she fought with him against Vlad and ghosts brought up vague snippets of another sister.

At age fifteen, he defeated Pariah Dark. Enough said.

He also told Mom and Dad about the ghost thing. And the assassin kid thing. They took it well, considering.

He no longer had to worry about vivisection by his parents, or about being kicked about because he killed someone as a child and they were now scared of him, or something.

They still loved him. He loved them.

Memories about his childhood were still sparse, though they were gradually coming back.

(Some good. Most bad. Danny woke up from nightmares far too many times, nowadays.)

“Are you… Are going to want to find them? Your family, I mean,” Dad asked, late one night when Mom was asleep and Jazz was studying and Danny decided to bother him instead of his older sister when he came home with a large gash on his arm from Skulker.

It was random, but he still answered. “Um, maybe eventually. My younger siblings, at least. I don’t know their names, or even if…”

“Well, when you decide to, I’ll help out in any way,” he said.

He smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”

Dad smiled, gently ruffled his hair, and then pulled him into a near-crushing hug. “Of course, Dan-o.”

At age seventeen, the GIW barged into Amity.

It didn’t go well.

They caught him.

He didn’t get out until after he turned eighteen.

+++

At age ten, Athanasia watched her grandfather run a sword through her twin brother’s chest from the shadows.

She stood there, numb and in shock. A voice in her head screamed at her that, if someone were to attack right now, she would also die. She couldn’t help but not care when her twin brother was bleeding out before her eyes.

And unless she wanted to face Grandfather’s wrath as well, she couldn’t do anything about it.

Grandfather, with a casual swipe to clean his sword, turned away. “Clean this up,” he ordered the servants. He flicked his wrist to Dányál. “Rid of the body. It is time I speak with Talia.”

The servants obeyed. A couple began to clean. One picked up Dányál and began to leave, staunching the blood with cloths as to not leave a trail. On quiet feet, Athanasia followed.

Suspicion and confusion addled her brain when she realized the servant was going to one of the Pits. Her footsteps became more determined, but no less quiet.

She followed them to the Pit. Watched how the servant dunked him into it until the wound was no longer life threatening. Then followed them to one of the many hidden exits. Watched as the servant left with her twin brother for good.

Her other half was gone. Something in her shattered.

Athanasia now had a burning hatred for Ra’s al Ghul.

Life in the League was different now, without her twin. Too different.

She wanted out, but couldn’t leave Damian.

Not yet, anyway.

At age eleven, she met Jason Todd. Sort of.

He was catatonic, most of the first year, but still a good fighter. She was mostly indifferent to him, the adoptive son of her biological father.

(Mother didn’t know she knew about that, about Bruce Wayne – the Batman – being her, Dányál’s, and Damian’s father. But there were so many times she would overhear Ra’s complain about the man and Mother’s previous relationship with him before things clicked together.)

But then she learned Jason shouldn’t even be breathing, and her indifference turned into intrigue.

Alive, but should be dead? It reminded her of Dányál. Made her wonder if he was catatonic as well, wherever that servant took him.

Her feelings about him did a 180 when she noticed Mother looked at him how she used to look at Dányál, years ago. The looks stopped when Dányál first began to voice his dislike about killing, but now here that look was, directed towards a boy no older than sixteen.

That look stayed after she dunked him in a Lazarus Pit, and Jason, in Pit induced rage, killed everyone in the room he woke up in. It formed into pride – a look Athanasia never saw towards Dányál.

It angered her. What – was Mother trying to replace her twin brother with Batman’s lame sidekick? She was offended on her twin’s behalf, wherever he was now.

On one of the nights she snuck into Damian’s rooms to spend time with him, the young boy noticed her anger. He asked what was wrong. She told him nothing. He scowled in that way when he knew someone was lying and there was no one to reprimand him on unnecessary emotional expressions. She flicked his ear. He hissed. She rolled her eyes.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” she told him. “Now – tell me why I heard about another fight between you and our dear cousin, Mara.”

Damian’s scowl turned into a sneer. An impressive one, too, for a six year old. “She insulted Dányál. Called him weak.” He paused. “So I bit her.”

Athanasia had never been more proud.

At age twelve, she spoke to Jason for the first time.

“Tell me about Batman.”

Jason turned, confused surprise clear as day on his face as he looked at her. “They have kids here?”

She stared at him, unblinking. “Tell me,” she repeated, demanding, “about Batman.”

He crossed his arms, eyes calculating as he continued to stare back. His head tilted, his eyes squinted, and then his brows rose like he saw something that he wasn’t expecting.

Agitated, she said, “Do you need another dunk in a Pit? Are you still catatonic? Answer me, Todd.” She snapped the last sentence in Arabic.

Jason rolled his eyes. He muttered a few cuss words. “Why do you want to know about Batman?”

“I need to know.”

“That doesn’t answer my question–.”

“And you have yet to answer mine,” she sneered.

They had a stare down. Jason blinked first – Athanasia smirked. He cussed again and ran a hand through his hair, which now had a white streak in it ever since he got dunked.

“He’s a detective. A good one,” he said. “One of the best, if not the best.”

She nodded once. “Is he a good man?”

That caught him off guard. For a moment, he didn’t answer, and she began to worry that her plan was already failing and she hadn’t even started it yet.

“Yes. Yeah, he’s a good man. Flawed to hell and back, but he’s good.” His brows pulled together. “Why? Why ask me?”

“Because you are his son, and he is your father.”

The teen glowered. “He is not–!”

Athanasia left before she could hear his dramatics.

There weren’t many moments where Athanasia spent one on one time with Talia. At least, moments where the woman wasn’t training her into a perfect assassin. Sitting here, in front of her vanity, with Mother braiding her hair and humming quietly, was a rarity.

And Athanasia was about to ruin it.

“I want to fake my death.”

Mother’s hands froze where they were nearly done braiding her hair. “Excuse me?”

“I want to fake my death,” she repeated. Maybe Mother liked Jason so much because they both needed phrases spoken twice, she thought. “To find Dányál.”

“What,” Mother hissed.

“And then,” she went on, staring straight back at Mother through the mirror, as if daring her to interrupt or refuse, “I want you to send Damian to our father, Bruce Wayne – the Batman.”

“And why would either of us do those things?” Mother asked slowly, dangerously.

“Because I watched Grandfather run a sword through my twin’s chest, and then I watched him be put in a Lazarus Pit to keep him alive by one of your servants who was disguising himself as one of Grandfather’s. Because I do not want be the heir, and I want to find my brother, and I do not want this life for Damian, and Jason Todd said Bruce Wayne is a good man.”

Mother didn’t respond right away. They continued to stare at one another through the mirror.

“If you have an ounce of love for any of us, you will help me.”

Mother finished the braid, then sent her away to her room.

Athanasia instead went to Jason’s rooms, where she snuck in again and poked through his collection of books Mother brought him. He complained and tried to get her to leave. She jabbed him in the gut with her elbow and asked what made Batman, Bruce Wayne, good.

Jason cussed her out.

He still explained what made his father good.

(“There is a very likely chance he will not remember you. As well as restoring memories, it can take them away.”

“I know, Mother.”

“Do you?”)

At age fourteen, Athanasia did just what she planned to do.

She faked her death.

But not without speaking to Damian first.

“Listen to me,” Athanasia said, hands cupping Damian’s face. He tried to move away. She gripped tighter, but still made sure not to hurt him. “Listen to me,” she stressed, “I am leaving. I have to go somewhere, and I will not be back until I find Dányál.”

“Dányál is–.”

“I said what I said,” she interrupted. “Understand?”

He scowled. It was cute. “No.”

“Too bad. Do not stop pestering Mother about meeting our Father, understand? Hopefully the next time we see each other, you will be with him and I will have our brother. But when you do meet him, do not mention me or Danny. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“Good.”

Damian huffed. “Remove your hands before I remove them for you.”

“No,” she said, and pulled him into a rare hug. He squawked, and wiggled away not even a second later. “Fight Mara for me while I’m gone.”

She slipped him a communicator she remade that only went to the matching one she was keeping for herself. He hid it in his clothes immediately.

And then she left to die, but not really.

Her heart stopped for five minutes.

At age sixteen, she finally found her should-be-dead brother.

He was in a haunted town in Illinois. Ghosts were real, apparently, and made themselves at home in this town. It was…odd. And ironic. And Athanasia couldn’t be happier.

She found that he was adopted by a scientific couple, who went from hunting ghosts with no ethics at all to studying ghosts with ethics. They had an 19 year old daughter named Jasmine, and Dányál went solely by ‘Danny’ but everyone (adults, really) occasionally called him ‘Daniel’. He had two best friends: Sam Manson and Tucker Foley. They were good people.

Dányál also seemed to be unknowingly following in their father’s footsteps. He and Phantom were obviously the same person. Although, Phantom often called himself a ghost. Dányál wasn’t one.

And as much as Athanasia wanted to make her presence known, and hug her twin for the first time in six years… She couldn’t. He was happy here, even with constantly fighting ghosts.

So, with plans to keep an eye on him, she left Amity Park.

And then went to Gotham City.

A year ago, Damian sent through their one way communicators that he was now with Father. From time to time, she now checked on Damian from afar when passing through, not yet in person because Dányál still wasn’t with her.

She also regularly broke into Jason Todd’s safe houses and stole one or two guns, or pushed the furniture five inches in various directions, or messed up his meticulously organized books, or stole food that he made.

It wasn’t what she saw herself doing after faking her death, but, well… At least they were all out of the League.

At age seventeen, she got word the League infiltrated the Ghost Investigation Ward.

And they had Phantom.

She wasn’t able to get him out until after she turned eighteen.

+++

At age five, Damian lost a brother.

The day started out normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. He trained, sometimes with Mother, but more often than not with other instructors. Sometimes Grandfather watched, and he did this time. It surprised him, not that he would show it.

Later that night, Athanasia snuck in. Unshed tears were in her eyes. Immediately, he was on alert.

“…Uhkti?” he asked.

Athanasia moved to sit in front of him on his bed. She reached her hands out until she was cupping his face, which was odd. Dányál did that, usually, but almost always to be annoying. The action felt…weird coming from his sister in a more serious way. He wanted to move but was frozen.

“I have to tell you something,” she spoke slowly.

With a start, he realized she was sad. Why was she sad? Not many things could upset his big sister.

“What is it?”

“…Dányál is gone,” she said. Her voice choked. “Dán– Danny is gone, Dames. He… He will not be coming back to the League. I’m sorry.”

Damian’s confusion crumbled into sorrow.

Seeing Athanasia without Dányál was something he didn’t like. For the most part, they didn’t allow the kids to interact outside of training, their cousin Mara al Ghul and the children of the Demon’s Fist included. All, except the twins.

They were born together. They lived together. They trained together – but also sometimes against each other. Those always turned into draws.

Two halves of a whole.

He once heard someone call them the Twin Terrors. He understood why – they were ruthless when they fought by themselves, but decimated opponents when they were side by side. Damian expected them to lead the Demon’s Fist together – and they did, for a short time. But then something changed.

It was abruptly only Dányál. But then Dányál died. Then it was Athanasia.

Mara said it should be her. She taunted his sister. She then began to taunt him. Athanasia never gave in, but during training she didn’t hold back. Damian did give in and vowed to beat his cousin in every fight against her, training or not.

No one called his brother weak.

(Mother seemed to agree. Two members of the League got caught speaking about perhaps Dányál al Ghul just wasn’t strong enough. They were gone by nightfall, and Damian walked in on Mother cleaning blood off of her sword.)

At age seven, he first noticed Athanasia’s hatred at their Grandfather.

It was during a training session. Him against his sister. Grandfather was watching and judging. Athanasia beat him, but he came close to beating her.

It was when Grandfather had his back turned, when they were off to the side tending to bruises and wounds, when Damian glanced up at Athanasia and saw nothing but pure hatred on her face.

It was gone a second later.

Damian almost thought he imagined it. Almost.

“Who killed our brother?” he asked one night.

They were sitting on the window sill of an opened window, squished together as they watched the stars. It was uncomfortable. Damian didn’t mind.

“Why do you think I know?” she asked in return.

“Because you are you. You learn things – detect them out.”

“‘Detect’ is a big word for a seven year old.”

“I will gut you like a pig–.”

She never told him.

He had his suspicions, though.

At age nine, Athanasia left him. Left the League of Assassins.

She said she would see him again when she found Dányál and, seeing as though their brother was dead, Damian knew he would most likely never see her again.

He sort of hated her for leaving.

Though, he still took the communicator she gave him and kept it on his persons at all times, just in case.

Just a week after she left, word spread through the League that Athanasia al Ghul died during a mission gone wrong. Mother came back with bloodstained clothes and a look in her eyes that made Damian refrain from asking any questions.

A servant tried to offer their condolences. Mother slit their throat.

He continued to ask Mother about his Father, though. She continued to refuse, and said he would learn about the man once he beat her in a fight.

Damian took that challenge to heart and made sure he got better and better and better – until he was as good as his older siblings.

Mara continued to be an annoyance and a pain. With now two of Talia’s children dead and gone, she taunted Damian with how pathetic they were. How Dányál was killed because he began to defy orders and refuse to kill. How it was only a matter of time before Damian died, too, and she would be the true rightful heir to the Demon’s Fist and then the Demon’s Head.

It was far from the truth. He might not be the fighters and killers Dányál and Athanasia were, but he was better than Mara. After all, he was the only blood son of Talia al Ghul and a great, powerful man he desperately wanted to meet. He was a far better assassin than Mara ever was.

They fought against each other during training again.

He won, of course.

He also blinded her in one eye.

At age ten, he finally got to leave to meet his father. It was not as he was expecting.

There was a rule: no killing. Damian didn’t like that rule. That was how Dányál got killed himself.

What he also didn’t like, were the hundreds of other children Father had – apparently they were Damian’s siblings. He already had siblings, two of them, and they were both gone, and he didn’t need any more of them.

He sent Athanasia a message saying that he was now with Father. He got a simple, ‘Good,’ in response and nothing else.

He was both relieved she was alive and angry that she still hadn’t come back.

“Where the fuck is your sister?” Todd asked after they first met.

Damian stared him dead in the eyes and asked, “What sister?”

“Y’know… Your older sister,” he said.

“I don’t have a sister.”

“Um, yes, you do.”

“Then what is her name?”

“It’s… Well, what the fuck does that matter? She’s your sister, you should know!”

“I told you, I do not have a sister. Do you need to be dumped in the Pit to fix your brain again?”

Todd paused. He then let out a string of curses and angrily left.

Damian smirked to himself.

Shortly afterward, Father died. Except, Timothy Drake, like the idiot that he was, believed that he was still alive.

In that way, he reminded Damian of Athanasia and how she left to find she left to find Dányál, and he also reminded him of Dányál when he snarked while fighting, which he was admittedly great at. He also excelled at detective work.

Drake eventually left to find Batman.

Damian hated Drake.

Richard Grayson was…okay. Certainly better than Drake, the insolent whelp that he was. Grayson took up Batman, Damian was Robin. It was rough at first, but they eventually got the hang of it.

It just…took some time.

And then of course Drake came back with evidence that Father was, in fact, alive.

(Damian also had a metal spine, now, but that was neither here nor there.)

At age eleven, Father came back from being lost in the time stream.

Richard went back to Blüdhaven. Drake came and went from his own place and to the manor. Todd did his own things as per usual. Cain came and went, too, but often tried to spend time with Damian.

Drake tried once, too. It shockingly went well – right up until ‘Dames’ slipped out of his mouth.

“Do not call me that,” Damian snapped, the awkward but good atmosphere disappearing within milliseconds.

Drake startled. “Whoa, okay,” he said. His hands were held up as if he was surrendering. “All right, I won’t. I’m sor– wait, Damian, come back! I’m sorry!”

Damian ignored him and stalked to his room.

At age twelve, his communicator with Athanasia went off, the message telling him to look into the Ghost Investigation Ward immediately.

Only, he didn’t see or hear it.

He was dead, at the time, thanks to Heretic.

He didn’t see it until after he came back. He tried to get into contact with his sister once he did, but something blocked the connection.

It wasn’t until months later, now at age thirteen, when he heard from her again.

And she had Dányál with her.

#dc x dp crossover #dc x dp au #dcxdp #dc x dp fic #dp x dc #dc x dp fanfiction #idk which one to use so why not all of them #my writing #hope u guys enjoy! #dpxdc #dp x dc fic #dp x dc au #danny phantom #dc #stay with me my blood #batpham

[itaerae]

🎧 Annon is so so right no one writes for Ollie and it’s so sad bc I can’t move on even tho Bp has been over for a while.. Ik you’ve already done a lot of Ollie stuff so it’s ok to decline. But can you pls do a grumpy/sunshine Ollie fic? Ik you kinda already did kind of a similar concept but maybe you could do a diff au? It would be so adorbs in ur writing style ty so muchh

but i like you — l. ollie

pairing: coworker!ollie x reader

synopsis: ollie is one year your senior and frequently helps you out at your florist job. only problem ? he’s quite cold to you ! what happens when this one shift pushes him on edge ?

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none ! (not proofread)

authors notes: this fic is purely inspired by lyrics from 'but i like you’ by bnd ! sorry i took so long to post this, i had a cold and summer school work on top of it so i was really unmotivated. anyway, happy reading ! ⟡

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the bell rung as you walked into the floral shop. your sight was greeted by your coworker, ollie, who appeared to be working on a bouquet. deciding not to bother him, you clocked in for your shift and started rearranging some boxes.

ollie was glancing in your direction every so often, making sure you hadn't injured yourself lifting such heavy objects. he noticed you were struggling with a particular box and decided to help out.

"let me do it for you." he stated, grabbing the box from you, accidentally brushing against your hand in the process. you smiled and thanked him, to which he only nods, turning away from you to put the box up.

i think my hand touched hers. she grins at me, how is she so pretty ? a blush spread like wildfire on his cheeks.

the bell rung once again, letting you both know a customer had walked in. "hi welcome to in bloom— TAERAE !" you eyes lit up as saw the customer, your older brother.

"hey, (nickname) !" he pulled you into a side hug. ollie stared at the both of you from the counter for a bit before returning to what he was doing.

"so, what brings you in here today ?" you inquired jokingly, raising a brow at him. taerae chuckles and pats you on the head.

"just picking up some flowers for a friend's graduation and stopping by to see my favorite person~" taerae teased back. suddenly a loud crash is heard and ollie speaks up.

"oh sorry, a flower pot fell off the shelf. i'll be in the back cleaning up, (name)." before you could reply, he already walked away. you sighed quietly before leading your brother to the bouquets of carnations.

i saw you linking arms with him, should i just go for it ? who is he ?

your brother finally left the shop and it was just you and ollie once again. he emerges from the storage room. "oh, did the customer leave already ?" he asked, looking around the store. you nod.

"ah, you two seemed pretty close. do you know him ?" he goes over to rearrange some bouquets and gestures you to follow.

"of course, he's my older brother !" ollies face flushes with embarrassment and the jealousy fades instantly. he should've known, he thought to himself. think of me as a fool. "i see."

a comforting silence falls on the both of you before you decide to speak up. "ollie i've noticed you rarely face me whenever we speak, why is that ?" you were really curious now.

the question catches him off guard. another moment of silence passes. he looks up at you, still avoiding your stares. "ah, no reason really. i just have a hard time looking people in the eyes." he lies, hoping you'd buy it.

but you stare at him quizzically. "you're lying." you sneer at him jokingly, resting your face in your palms. "c'mon, i'm so curious !" you complain, giving him puppy dog eyes hoping to convince him further.

he sighs and rubs his temple. after a bit of contemplation, he decides it's finally time to tell you. "you're driving me crazy, but i like you."

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this is gonna be a veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery long post. Open it in another tab or something. This is gonna be like this bird post so be warned

Get yourself some snacks and a drink.

where to begin to start explaining my gear and your gown.

first of all a few trigger warnings: homophobia, violence, under age drinking, parental figure dying, attempted rape*, singing

when you see this shot in episode 10 at 34:55 skip to 36:07 if you can

Let us check out the plot summary now.

IMBD what you got for us

Not much as expected this is like the base plot like the 1% of it all. (kali why are you even looking there. IDK i wanted some VARIATIONS idk)

Let us check MyDramaList they like to give some more meat

...and this is as far as i go down the fires of MDL. Now we have a LITTLE bit more base knowledge.

This is an enemies to study buddies to "friends" to enemies to strangers to friends to lovers story. (very long trope but you will get it)

..with a cast that makes newer and older bl fans go like WAIT THEY ARE IN THIS?

Before we get more into the plot of this story, let me introduce the boys and the gurls and who is who and who is doing what with who. Confused? you are welcome 😎

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Lets start with the MAIN people that this story is about

oh btw the colors mean nothing is just wanted to have some colors in this so it's not just a wall of text

This is pai our little, nearsighted, insecure, introverted and bad with his words boy. That falls head over broken glasses for itt that saves him not once but twice. But he can't really see itts face everytime because his glasses fall off.

He will get rid of his glasses (because of lasik he rich booooy and glasses make people ugly apparently) when he gets older. Will also do everything in his power to make sure that itt gets to live his dreams. With questional techniques to make sure it happens.

highschool!pai: i'm only gonna tutor you so you can get into uni. Pls pang (itts ex girlfriend) get back together with itt so he is more motivated to go back to school, i'm only gonna forgive you if you let me tutor you again.

uni!pai: i lost your trust so ofc you hate me and don't want me in your life i know this. i'm okay to watch you shine from afar

This is itt (badumtiss sorry everytime i have to read this phrase i have to laugh) our angry, can recognize pais handwriting everywhere, ball is life, grumpy and loves to stare at pai boy. Will wear a bowtie when he hits rock bottom.

And will do anything to make sure his boy gets more out of his shell, even tho his techniques are also questionable at best. Its not that bad in highschool but boy does he dial it up to 100 when they are in uni.

highschool!itt: ..pierce your ear you coward [affectionate]

uni!itt: ..you want your earing back? Join the beauty pageant, pai wants to entertain people, pai wants to answer this question, asks pai stupid med question (because he sees that pai feels uneasy talking infront of people) which pai has to correct and make him ease up, etc

IttPai

These two are the main couple in this "masterpiece". Staring at eachother (from afar to near to angry to lovie dovie) and miscommunication are their favorite activities. They both will continue doing these even in uni which will give you the urge to pull your hair out. wich will lead to much unnecessary drama. Because both just want the other one to have their best lifes, because BOTH of these two idiots think they are not good enough for eachother. Can you belieeeeeeEEEeeeeve that? They once go out for some wonton noodle soup because pais parents can't make dinner (it's a date but pshh dont tell them). And thats where pai gets his ugly ass earring. That will be the plot device to move things along.

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Now lets get to know the rest of them.

This is folk, the very tall, handsome, with a little obsession with pai at the start, going to be a dentist and writer boy. Is not so happy that pure always sabotages him and pai. Can quote barbra streisand from the top of his head.

Enters the story right before the timeskip, he gets scolded by pai for reading the number for a classroom wrong and that is what made folk fall hard. Folk meets pai in uni again and uses their "first" first meeting as a pick up line, didn't really land. He will try to forget about pai after that camping trip in uni with a little help of pure *wink*

There is a subplot in the series where there is an Mr.950. You will think Folk is Mr.950 (because that was the number he read wrong) that is giving pai little gifts. But he is not that dude it's itt its always itt kidz.

This is pure very small, loves to fool around, will not use the hecking condoms (gets an "well deserved" std-scare that makes him and waan bond and become real good friends and you try not to ship like the doc that reads out the test waan made pure take, always have protection with you kidz) his sucky mom throws at him because she is as bad as her son when it comes to fool around, will do anything that makes his BFF itt happy, ball is also life, his first love was a coward and let him get beaten up by bullies, and will fall head over heels for a certain dentist boy.

He pushes folk to confess to pai (do it bro or it will be to late), and folk getting brutally rejected by pai. And after that pure and folk drive back to drink the pain away and for pure to "comfort" the poor soul.

folks fish: they were banging. There was so much banging happening

PureFolk

Thank you folk for explaining purefolk, love me this trope when the two people that gonna be together in the end. Tell them stuff like that and ask the other for an answer.. AND IT HAPPENS LIKE THE OTHER ONE SAYS. THEIR SHIP DYNAMIC IS JUST TOLL/SMOLL, enemies to friends with benefits to with a lot of unnecessary drama lovers. ..pure even saves folks face id so folk can unlock pures phone. It was love at first oishi ad scene

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last but DEFENETLY NOT least

This is waan (and his girl beau) second most intelligent, token straight, with no game till he meets beau (at one point you will and want to slap waan for beau because lord he stupid*.), best friends with pai by fate (fate as we are both have the most brain lets be friends) a very kind boy.

*this part of the camp. SHE WAS SO HAPPY AND HE CRUSHES HER HOPES BECAUSE HE THINKS THAT AFTER PURESAID IF HE COULD HELP HER WITH HER, THAT PURE IS GONNA STEAL HER AWAY FROM HIM. *tries to calm down*

...they figure it out after he gets hurt by getting hit by an basketball that Itt was throwing (you have to watch it pls). BUT BOY, what a mess it was thanks pure (but ofc pure only did that to give waan a push to finally stand HIS ground) what i want to say about these two is they are the cutest and i will forever love them

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phew now that we got that out of the way lets go through the plot a bit. Lets just make it some bulletpoints because i want you all that you watch this.

I lied this got out of hand have bulletpoints with all my brain came up with enjoy.

STILL PLEASE WATCH IT.

pai starts his first day of school after 5 years in england. It's his last year in HS. (and trust me you saw me how angy i was with simm and lemme tell you NO ENGLISH WORDS pass pai lips once NOT ONCE) his parents are so busy they won't even eat breakfast with him :(

he gets to school gets hit by a soccer ball, this is were he first meets Itt and after that pai gets announced head of the bishop club (the smartie pants club) because he smort, but he declines at first.

after school and pai and waan are about to get driven home by pais driver. He just looks at waan and runs away. (To this day i have no clue why he does it) He almost gets robbed by thugs in a back alley BUT Itt is here to save the day. Sadly pais glasses break from the run in with said thugs. But no worries itt fixes them with a tape.

back at school pai ask waan if he could find the owner of said tape. But waan will only help him if pai takes on the role of head of the bishop club. So pai accepts this deal.

But as soon as pai said yes, the teacher approaches pai to tell him that the knight club (the sport nerd) lost their building and now are going to get the bishops clubs room, because they got more accomplishments. And his is going to get disbanded.

pai goes to the principal and guess who he meets there? The head of the knights club and it's itt. After talking to the principal and promising him that he will use his connections with his dad to get some activities going. The principal decides that they have to share the room.

after this pai talks to itt infront of the principal office and thanks him for helping him and if he remembers him. itt just tells pai that he doesn't remember people who lik to pull strings.

enter the we are "enemys" now phase, with Itt and his knight club members trying to annoy the bishop club members to leave.

pure takes one of his hook ups into the room and spills some juice and trys to mop it up with some very important papers, waan sees that and they get into a little fight, a projector gets damaged.

waan sees his time as his chance to get the knights out of their room. But he overhears pure and his mother talking and it's not the nice (at this point just throw away the whole mum) in the end he takes the blame for damageing the projector.

because of this situation the teacher tells pai that he has to agree to her proposition that he has to tutor itt or she will disband the bishop club (don't look at me i still have no clue how this makes any sense)

pai agrees and now the whole study buddies era happens. Naturally not without Itt ditching the first lesson, but he had a reason. His mom is in the hospital with sickness (it could be cancer?) and he was visiting her. Pai goes to see his parents that are working at the same hospital itts mum is a patient in. And pai sees itt with his mom and also overhears and sees the argument he has with his father (WHO BRINGS HIS MISTRESS WITH HIM TO HIS DYING WIFE INTO THE TRASH WITH HIM)

because pai sucks at hiding itts sees that he overheard this confronts pai. They make a deal that pai won't say anything about this if itt lets him tutor him. NOW we are entering the study buddies to friends era.

Itts mum finds them studying together and happily demands that they should do these lessons in her patient room. She is really happy and jokes around with pai about her son (first supporter of IttPai)

everything is going great and pai and Itt becoming friends and mayhabs feelings blossoming, they even go eat wonton noodle soup, when pais parents ditch him because of work. And thats where pai gets the gown earring and his ears pierced. When pai gets home is parents are very suprised and shocked about this. (to this day i am confused because of pais parents, their reactions to things are so CONFUSING)

pai proudly wears the earing to their next tutoring session, but itt also invited his girlfriend peng along. Pais new found confidence goes back into the shell.

everything is going to shit at this point (we are only in episode 4 so buckle up) Pai is very cold to itt and even declines the offer to go eat together.

SOMEHOW pai does go to the wonton noodle shop (don't ask me why he decided to go like i just write here what i see for you guys) and sees itt eating there with peng. Pai walks away sad and gets hit by a car.

while this is happening itts mom also not doing so good. She passes away when pai gets hit by the car.

at the same time waan and pure also kind of bond and become friends. After waan sees two people fight over who gets to be with pure. Waan asked pure for help, the both of them go to an cafe and pure tries to teaches waan on how to flirt which back fires and they go out drinking.

on their way back from the cafe waan asked pure why he is the way he is with his relationships. And he drops the my first love was an ass he let me get beaten up by guys so now i don't feel love anymore. (trust me at this point you will go 👀🏳‍🌈 at them)

at the club our little player gets in a fight with someone accusing him on giving their girlfriend HIV.

waan goes looking for pure after he didn't show up for school a few days. He talks to pure and on how important it is to use protection even to it is from your shitty as moms leftovers (this whole scene is very bf coded but alas), waan drags him to the hospital to get a check up.

Where we get this iconic scene

back to pai and itt we are now in another we are no friends anymore era where itt is angry at pai for "not being there when his mom died" even tho he himself was also in the same hospital. Out of fear to lose his home (because shitty dad), itt even tries to drop out of highschool (rock bottom time the is a bowtie involved). Yes i say tries, because not on pais watch is that gonna happen. Pai tries to convince itt that he will earn more money as an engineer then whatever job is is doing right now. (we have a little pai almost getting hit by another car moment but they stare at eachother way to long 10/10) Pai playfully calls itt and idiot if does not show up to their tutoring session the next day.

He even tries to persuade peng to get back together with itt so he has more motivation to go back. But it backfires itt saw how peng was trying to kiss pai. (Just as we thought the drama is over right?)

the boys are "fighting" again but thanks to waan and pure the conflict is set aside very quickly. The four boys are now all friends and have a few nice days/weeks

pai and itt get accidentally locked in school and have to spent a night there where pai loses his earring.

in the morning the teacher calls pai to her office to tell him that he done his part, and that the bishop club now have their room back. Itt finds the earring and was about to enter the teachers room and overhears these two talking. (the real enemy era starting now)

the next day itt confronts pai that he has pais earring and he tells pai that he overheared the conversation with the teacher and pai just yield and begs itt to give him back his earring. Itt will only give it back if pai gives his club the room back. But because pai can't do this he promises to do anythingelse to get the earring back. But itt is not having it and keeps the earring.

folk enters the story at this point he first get scolded by angry heartbroken pai that he should read the room numbers correctly and take school seriously.

folk ruins a hook-up for pure because he tries to give back a pencilcase to the wrong girl.

pai gives notes to pure for itt..but because itt KNOWS pais handwriting he get so angry and goes to pais house to throw these notes at him and yell at him.

all of the boys get into their unis

TIMESKIP WE ARE IN UNI NOW

pai now has no glasses anymore (we get the first sotus call back with them trying to tell the meaning of the letter but JINKS they don't do this anymore..PUuuuh) and we meet beau for the first time and waan totally falls for beau.

this is also when mr.950 comes into play, it's a mystery person that gifts pai little gifts over the next 4 episodes.

pai gets a bit dizzy and almost faints after painting 2 lines of paint but he gets saved by the mystery man mr.950

pai also meets folk again, who straight out flirts with pai. He gets rudly interrupted by pure, who jokingly accuses him of being a player and sleeping around. (lets just say he uses it as a revenge for when folk wanted to give back that damn penicle case to the wrong girl pure was trying to flirt with)

this iconic scene happens after

at the dance thing the freshy have to do, pai has to do a little dance, because itt called out his name and said that he wants to.

folk joins him with the dancing because our dear pai is just to stiff and awkward

pai confronts itt after that event and begs itt to leave him alone.

beau ask pai to become their facultys king for the beauty contest but as always pai declines. (and ofc itt is in earshot and hears it)

we get this little scene where Itt uses the earring to get pai to join the beauty contest.

this amazing purefolk scene happens (it's their Ohhhhhh moment because after that its on....but folk still has his crush on pai)

a photoshoot for the freshy king things happens and pai really isn't feeling all to good on how stiffly and uncomfortable he looks in his pictures. Itt teases pai on how if he keeps doing so poorly on keeping his promise he should say bye bye to the earring, which REALLY riles up pai and he promises that he still has some tricks up his sleeves.(at this point you can feel that itt does these things from a place of love because booooy)

folk casually follows pai to his dormroom (don't worry he also lives there but still i was ehk?) and asked him for an chance to hit on him. Pai answer is "... to have it his way but he stands by as his friend first" (don't look at me i am also confused) Folk uses an even lamer pick up line this time.

folk gets to his room and he meets his neighbour! Guess who it is! ..imma tell you it's pure

waan tells pai that he likes beau but that he knows that she is out of his league (oh broother..noo) and that he is gonna join the freshy competition as a volunteer so he can be around beau. Because thats all he needs to be happy

ITS FRESHY COMPETITION CAMP TIME BEECHES time to get some progress on these couples!

Everytime pai has to do an activity, there is always itt trying to make him feel at ease or do things that help pai feel at ease (asking a stupid med question when pai feels uncomfy when he has to introduce, hurting himself so pai can show how to treat a wound, holds his hand when they have to walk blindfolded) They have a little moment in the tent, like they had back in hs when they where locked up.

waan gets closer to beau and helps her out in camp as good as he can. You could say they kind of flirt with eachother. But this spark of hope is soon put out by pure asking waan at the white band ceremony if could help him flirt with beau. Our boy waan is so defeated that when beau "ask if he wants to hit on her" he is like no..but a friend of mine does. Which in return leaves beau sad and a little heartbroken because she thought waan liked her.

talking about pure, his whole stick this camp is to keep folk away from pai. Or to sabotage them from having any interactions. Pure only urges folk on to man up and to confess his feelings after folk saw that itt and pai was holding hands. He gets rejected by pai

pure and folk drive back together to drink have a little talk and one leads to another and to bring back the fish from earlier

they decide to become friends with benefits (i am at this point that i believe that no one knows what a friend with benefits is because what these two are doing? Is kinguea league of doing it)

back at school pai talks to folk, if he is mad at him because pai heard that folk wasn't feeling so good. Folk ask for some time from pai so he can get over him.

after the meeting for the freshy competition folk just wants to go back and write his novel, but there is pure with other ideas. But folk brushes those ideas off and leaves without pure.

we see yachts character again nickey...we will meet him again and all i can say is with a gif

nickey wants pure to go to a party with him but pure declines with probably the biggest 🥺 while looking after folk.

pure and folk some cute moments while folk tries to write, when pure comes home from a bar, in school, (trust me guys you need to watch it)

folk reads some msg between waan and pure (thats what happens if you save your FWB faceID on your phone and say stuff like i won't keep secrets from you and you act sus buddy) where waan ask pure why he is messing around with folk if he wants to hit on beau and pure the idiot that he is answers that waan should fawn over her and that he going to enjoy folk until he gets tired of him. (put the pitchforks down this will get resolved...somehow)

we are at a basketball match now and pai is standing on the sidelines lost in thoughts. They begin to throw a ball at eachother angrier eachtime.

waan gets hit by a ball that itt throws at pai and hurts his wrist

let me remind you now at the trigger warning from the beginning the one with the door? well thats gonna happen now. I'm no going into detail

back to Itt and pai, Itt comes by to apologize to waan in the hospital but pais not having it and tells itt that from now on that this hatred is no longer one-sided.

all in all the boys are doing great

we finally get an inside look on why itt did the things he did to pai

pure comes clean about his intentions for beau, that he never liked her and that he only saied it to give waan a push. (they get together i mean beau and waan heheheheheh)

a sad heartbroken pure is at a club and gets a little "..Sowwy for you know doing almost a bad thing with you friend :< here have this" gift from nickey. (It's a hook up and oh boy will pure regretti spagetti this but he will punch nickey and make him apologize to folk so theres that but still puuuure whhhhy)

folk and pure talk with eachother and they decide to no longer to be FWB and that they are now going out. Pure has to promise folk that he is going to be his only one.

pai comes by to bring folk some congee and tells folk that he no longer has to refer to himself as mr. 950 BUT SUPRIIIIIIIIIIISE folk never was it. Pure gives pai the tip that it is the number of their old club room in highschool.

pai goes to visit waan in the hospital and waan no longer can keep the secrets he had and tells him everything.

ITS COMPETITION TIIIIIIIME time for our queen to serenade us! (i only just realizing what lyrics she is singing oasdjhjdksad)

everyone is getting ready for the show, the boys show off their little talents. And then there is itt who just goes up to the microphone and gives up. (yet still he wins the popularity vote i am amazed 10/10)

pai sings the song itt played for them when they all where in highschool.

PAI WINS THE HECKING CONTEST

after the competition he meets up with itt infront of the photography club. Itt gives him his earring back and pai asks what the room behind him looks like inside (he doesn't even wait for an okay he just walks in)

BIG DARK BLUE KISS ENERGY *intro plays in the background* with all the photos all over the room (okay they are mostly just pai but okay itt is on this hecking crush for a bit) as they watch a slideshow of pictures of pai they tell how much they love eachother

Itt finally reveals that he is mr.950 and shows pai his own earring he got himself as a memento of pai.

their shipname is brick/white now

they exchance their earrings and FINALLY kiss. But they get rudly interrupted by pais parents and his mother almost fainting.

pais parents are not really okay with their son kissing a boy in puplic and him talking back at them. Pai is so devastated by his parents reaction that he breaks up with itt

pais parents make him change schools back to england? When pai gets to school to pick up the papers he meets itt that does the same. Itt tells him "he only went here because of him" and gives pai back his earring

At lunch with his parents at home pai cracks and just cries and his parents finally see maybe we did something wrong? They even talk to an psychologists.

When it's time to fly back to england?? Pai stops his parents to say to them that he does not want to go. His mother asks him if he is really sure? AND when he says yes with confidence. His father calls out Itts name and itt comes out of his hiding place (imagine pai NOT doing this..the awkwardness oooof)

the parents and itt had a talk and now pai gets to stay and be happy and together with itt (hecking finally and like going to england won't make your son less anxious and gay. Thank the lord they figured that out. Itt is gonna be favorite son-in-law in no time)

pure and folk are back at the hospital, because nickeys little gift well...wasn't as clean as hoped BUT pure is now! So HAPPY ENDING FOR THESE TWO ASWELL

The friendgroup go on a camping trip and all three couples are as disgustingly cute as they can be.

WE MADE IT TO THE END OF THE POST I DID IT

I hope i made you want to watch this show now, or if i already took away everything and you are now nah thanks i am good. And i hope you got the infomation you needed out of this long ass post.

i think i need to rest for a day now

........anyhow it was kinda fun diving into this and keeping my mind busy.

@markpakin @petrichoraline @jyuubin @pajindapat

if i missed anyone that wanted a tag i am sorry but ENJOY

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@thebrainrotsreal HEY SORRY FOR TAGGING(? PINGING(? U, ITS ABOUT THE AU. I DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE THE OTHER POST THAT LONG LMAO

FLYING BEING NATURAL TO VILTRUMITES MY BELOVED

ASJDAJSD MARK TRYING TO GET AWAY W SLIGHTLY HOVERING(? IN A WAY THAT IS BARELY NOTICEABLE TO ANYONE BUT HE CAN'T DO IT WHILE HE WALKS BC HE JUST, DEFAULTS TO ACTUAL FLYING

mark and wasp are the same height, and they hate it almost as much as they hate each other. even if wasp is older than mark (read somewhere he could be 20, not sure tho), he'd still look 17 bc of the weird viltrumite aging thing

so basically they'll stay the same size for about 500 years. this is what nolan meant when he said mark would suffer...

ANYWAY. That thing abt them wanting to be taller than the other made me laugh and reminded me of a shadowpeach hc i posted on 2022(? LMAO

gonna use the same hc w them too

so. they're out as invincible (they still haven't decided on a name yet. wasp says he's stronger and therefore should be called invincible, but mark points out that he's the one in charge and also that this dimension is his. mark gets to keep it. they're still arguing about what to name wasp) ("why don't you just go by "vincible"?" "no.")

mark is talking to some gda agent or a cop or smth, when he notices that wasp (who is looking at the sky w the most bored expression he can muster, bc he genuinely doesn't understand why they have to talk to such inferior beings) seems to be just, a few milimeters taller than him (he may be shit at schoolwork, but if you hate someone enough you can notice the smallest details about them)

he, w/o stopping the conversation, answers to this by floating just a little higher, barely noticeable to the human eye

ofc, i said "human" eye

wasp notices. he flies higher

mark flies higher too

eventually he's screaming instead of talking bc of how far down the cop is

wasp laughs. now mark is screaming at him

they fight

ALSO WASP REFUSING TO STOP FLOATING AS A CIVILLAIN IS SO FUNNY AJDSHFASJ, IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF TROUBLE HE'LL GET MARK INTO

PLS. THEM TRYING TO GNAW THEIR ARMS OFF BC THEY HATE BEING NEAR EACH OTHER SM ASJFHADJFH

most normal ppl r used to mark working alone as invincible. so since wasp really doesn't do interviews and he's usually too fast to see when he fights, no one really knows what his name even is

and everyone is used to invincible being. well. invincible. sure, the news say that when he's around this guy he gets a little meaner, but it can't be that bad!

it is that bad

wasp says smth mean n sarcastic. everyone expects invincible to answer w something equally sarcastic, but not as mean (maybe making fun of how his suit looks). they do not expect invincible to just fucking bite him after 8 of those comments

wasp keeps trying to kill This One Kid, who is either super brave or super stupid and won't stop asking him questions (they go from "what's your name?" to "what underwear do you have? do you even need underwear?" in a matter of seconds) for his weird school diary thingy

he can't get close, bc mark starts pulling the other way. besides, they're stuck together, and killing people would seem awfully annoying if it's with this guy

they can't punch each other, so wasp bites him. they bite each other a lot bc of the "no punching (or kicking)" thing

"Wasp throws a car at Mark which Mark instinctively swats away and then goes flying after it to prevent it from slamming into a building. Wasp cackles so hard it gets hit by a laser beam to the throat by some other bad guy." ASJDSAJDHDSJFAH YES THAT'S SO FUNNY

they mess w each other sm

it's funny bc they do the same things to annoy each other (wasp throwing a car at mark, mark hitting him with a tree, etc) , but lose their shit when the other does it to them

they're basically this:

mark, sleep deprived, flies straight into a lamp post

wasp laughs at him. he actually laughs so hard he runs into the same lamp post

there are a lot of compilations on youtube that is just them laughing at each other mid fight and running into things or being hit w stuff the other throws at them

they grow more wild every time

it goes from throwing cars, to throwing real life dinosaurs (mark doesn't want to talk about it) (wasp absolutely does)

"Cecil remarks Mark handled something well and he looks like Cecil just told him his entire family got slaughtered."

THISSS

"you did well today. hella efficient, quick and straight to the point. who taught you that?"

mark: D:

and also,

"oh, wow. you saved an entire family and their cat from a villain that wanted to turn them into zombies while mark was off fighting the bad guys? that's great!"

and wasp. cries

"oh no, no, you think I'm gonna help you?" THIS TISHTISHTSIHIST

this really feels like smth he'd say in canon. he'd say it w a smile, half-shocked half just pretending out of amusement

he'd laugh too

it's the same type of cocky tone of voice sinister mark/wasp used when teasing angstrom

"I gotta imagine if they tackle things separately, they are also allowing each other to do they want and like to do?" YEAH!!

it's hard 'cause wasp always wants to take the bad guys on alone, but mark also likes to fight (just not w the same brutality) and he doesn't want to be just a lifeguard

it takes wasp a while (a LONG while) to stop tackling mark when he's about to attack to get to the enemy himself, or to kick mark into the next country, etc etc etc

but eventually they settle on mark getting everyone to safety while wasp stalls the bad guy. then, after he's sure no one's here anymore, they both fight the villain together

or uh. they try. sometimes they'll start fighting each other too so it's less of a 1 v 2 fight and more of a... 1v1 V another 1 fight lol

"Mark's own reaction that truly confirms it to be true"

he gets the episode 8 levels of anger and anguish

HE'S JUST SO MAD

wasp is talking shit on tv and he just loses it

he immediatly flies off and tackles wasp into fucking space

i mean, they do say that actions say more than words, right?

mark is usually making the typical superhero noises when he's fighting, but now? he's just focusing all of his anger into This One Motherfucker

wasp loves it

it's a "see? i knew you had it in you!" type of moment

he's been longing for a real fight for a WHILE

they don't kill each other but it comes close

see, the things is. they are the same person. it's easy to start viewing them as two separate beings, but they're really. not

they're evenly matched in everything

this is why wasp likes fighting mark

this is why mark doesn't like fighting wasp (never ending battles are boring to him) ( he likes to win more than to fight. i mean it's not like he enjoys getting beat up)

we could dive deeper and start talking about the self-destructive tendency these two have to getting beat up. i mean, wasp's idea of a real, actually enjoyable fight is when the other is either able to beat him, or when he can kill ppl. and mark spends sm time out as invincible, neglecting his social life and mental health to the point he quits college, and he gets beat up a lot while doing it. so yeah--

self-destructive tendencies

"-having to confront he sees the exact thing in Wasp to a slightly different degree" i will ALWAYS love making them deal with the constant reminders that they're the same person

they deal w stuff in similar ways but to different degrees and realizing that gives them psychic damage like that magic squirrel in mca so they just preted they don't exist

unless it's to like. bring the other to their side

"you like fighting too. violence is in you, it's part of you. you're always covered in blood. all that's left, would be your hands" VS "you're me, and i'm you. we have similar thoughts, and that means i- y'know. but it means you are, too. you have a chance. and get that blood off you-- you need a shower"

COMICS!! AND!! WASP!!

yeah

HIM HAVING TO CONFRONT THE FACT THAT THE DESTROYING OF HIS WORLD HURT HIM TOO

because it is, in a way, his world too

he grew up in it. raised differently, yes, but still on earth

he was always different from the rest, getting his powers at an early age and all, but it's still the place he grew up in

not all the memories from it can be bad, right?

ANDDDDD... wasp reminding ppl of how strong he is regularly

"i could pull out your spine in a second." he says that out of nowhere, in a conversation that would've seemed normal to literally anyone else. he says it like it's nothing much. "i could kill you." you know he could, but you still wonder

would he? with how he is, with his inability to escape --- would he?

also he has fun when he watches the color drain from their faces

"Rudy has psychological profiles on all his friends he regularly updates like a diary, and he has one for himself too." NO BUT THIS IS SO IN CHARACTER FOR HIM

wasp talks shit about mark to anyone avaliable and rudy is no exception. even tho he finds him deeply annoying

honestly wasp is capable of doing p much anything to mess with mark

HE JST WOULD

the self-hatred is strong with this one too master!!! (sw ref again lol)

ASDJASJDSJAD THE BETTING POOL

wasp saying mark breathes annoyingly is such a sibling thing tho. "why are you chewing like that" "stop biting your stupid fork" "the way you cut your food is so weird" "your handwriting sucks, don't hold the pencil like that" etc etc etc

ANDD "he knew what wasp was going to say" DUDE YES??

he's talking and he gets. a feeling. and he turns to wasp, who is opening his mouth, and says "don't you fucking dare"

same w wasp. mark is annoying little shit too sometimes, he's also a teenager. so he infuriates wasp too

mark calls him a hypocrite

THE TWIN TERRORS OF HEROISM I CAN'T

imagine if ppl actually start calling them that tho

one day wasp calls mark to their? his? room and is like, "holy shit look at this" and shows him their? his computer

mark doesn't understand, until he sees the title and image of the video

"the twin terrors of heroism, terrorizing the terrorists once again" and its a picture of them kicking ass

"twin terrors of-- oh, come on, really?" "yes" "they couldnt have at least called us the invincibles or something?" "that'd be even worse" "...alright, i'll give you that" "..." "...." "they think we're like the fucking mauler twins" "oh you have got to be--"

ALSO this is so funny, them being like "mark/wasp" when they show up hurt or smth. everyone just learning to accept it. i mean what are they going to do. fight against two gods??

ha

AND YES YES YES DO TAG ME IN IT!!!! if i make anything about this au (posts, fics, drawings, u name it) i will tag u too

alcohol doesn't really affect viltrumites i think, but there has got to be something that gets them drunk

nolan could've taught wasp how to make it. if the ingredients are on earth, then he would maybe try to prepare it on mark's earth. mark shows up and sees that he's drunk. he goes "nope" and gets drunk too, maybe on accident maybe not. debbie shows up and sees her two superpowered sons sobbing over a bowl of popcorn

alternate version: gasoline gets them drunk

#only if they drink tons of it tho #like TONS of it #wonder how they found out about it #that must've been a wild ride for everyone included #invincible #invincible series #alternate universe #get redeemed loser au #mark grayson #sinister mark #avis' post

[wulvercazz]

Fic Self Rec? 👉🏼👈🏼

Regarding my last art post ( ͡° ل͜ ͡°) I have also written older!Ichigo with non-aging Grimm and I think if u liked that art u may like these too 🥺✨

Despite the summary and rating written here, I do advise u to always read my (and anyone's really) fic tags; pls be safe💕

(E) - Every Morning Spent with You (1,393 words, one-shot)

Ichigo’s grown older, Grimmjow’s stayed just the same, some things have changed some things haven’t. Some things have become a lazy, loving routine now that they live together. <3

It's just soft, lovey, lazy smut, that's it💕

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( T ) - Please, Wait (1,884 words, one-shot)

It's been a long time since last time Grimmjow saw Ichigo. A really long time.

A sort of bittersweet fic still one of my fave non-smut ones tbhh💕

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✨Honorable mention✨ it's not non-aging Grimm, but it iS a young!Grimm with an older!Ichigo so,,, 👀

(E) - Deep Sea Treasures (24,319 words, 8 chapters/Finished)

Ichigo is a fisherman, living in a dusty old town, with very little friends and almost no social life outside of weekly calls to his sisters- who've gone off to live better lives in the city. It's alright, he doesn't mind being alone, even if the whole universe seems dead set on pairing him up… even if it's to a pregnant seahorse and all the trouble that merfolk entail.

Truly the proudest I've been of a fic ngl, mind the tags on this one tho! It's terato and "biologically possible" mpreg ofc lol, there's also some past angst mentioned and some fight scenes later on<33 but yk it's a love story, in the end.

#self rec #ichigo kurosaki #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #Age difference in all of these ofc #Fic rec #ichigrimm #grimmichi #一グリ #bleach #Wulver writes

[tunamayojazz]

my fav flavor of inuokko is older (late 20s-30s) with a lot of regrets and bad memories but who have been together so long and know each other so well that they face all of it head on. there’s a few fics in this vein but i’ve never seen any older inok art!

anon thank you so much for putting older inuokko in my head. it unlocked a new department in my brainrot and i now have so many thoughts about them...

100% agree that older inuokko would have lots of regrets and bad memories, they've experienced all kinds of things in their 20s (and life in general) but it's mostly bad bc lbr the jujutsu world is not pretty and they did not have a kind childhood...but when they're together, it's easy to forget all the bad for just a bit.

one day i'll have a character sheet for both of them (i am very invested in this)! will just post yuta for now bc im struggling with toge haha. thoughts below on how yuta is in his 30s plus some long story rambling bc i cannot be trusted with a keyboard and brainrot...

i'd like to think that yuta grows to be a lot more confident in his skin and becomes the best at looking after his friends as compared to the past when they've had to look out for him and reassure him more. he's not shy or hesitant in his actions at this age and a lot of people around like to say he would have been a great teacher at the school.

at one point (as a 3rd year perhaps) he entertained the thought of becoming a teacher, but the moment he had imagined his students dying, it was an instant no. he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. it's hard enough that he has nightmares of his friends dying/being hurt sometimes. there's been a lot of close calls over the years. at this point of time, he and toge are both freelance sorcerers and no longer under the school, kinda like mei mei and yuki.

will expand on this in the future but it's due to something that happened and had to do with both the inumaki clan and the higher ups that made yuta swear to never return to the school ever again. he actually had to be stopped from destroying the school after shit hit the fan and that's where he got the scars he has now from. sure he could have healed them easily, but he wanted a physical reminder (he never wants to forget what his foolishness could cost him) of sorts. it's one of the events that i would say was significant to his character development.

they move to kyoto shortly after that. i haven't fully thought out toge's story at this point of time but as yuta is maturing and growing into the person he's always wished to become, toge is crumbling. he has a lot of repressed family trauma that he's always been good at locking away in his mind, but after recent events he just broke.

and of course yuta is there for toge, especially when the latter has been his pillar of strength since they became important to each other. unlike the past, he can read when toge needs space or when he needs someone by his side. over the years he's just been able to sense what toge needs like it's something natural to him.

at toge's lowest points, he reminds him of just how loved he is everyday, as much as he can through words and actions. specifically i think yuta is really good at non-sexual intimacy (pls look at the bottom right sketch)!

one thing that has never changed about yuta tho is that he'll still panic over small things like when maki or toge fall sick. for example when he hears from panda that she's down with a cold, he takes the next bullet train back to tokyo as though she's on her deathbed lmao.

overall i think he'd be pretty stable in his 30s but also it wouldn't take much to make him spiral and lose it ^^

#guess who got carried away again #sorry this is kinda messy #the brainrot coordinator is on leave #will she back? has she ever existed even? idk #sigh the ideas i have for toge's story rn is so heavy like why do i always make him suffer #but its also not my fault the crumbs we have regarding his backstory all point to so much potential angst and despair amirite #its ok yuta is here #and he'll make it all okay again #inuokko #ottoge #inumaki toge #inumaki #okkotsu yuta #yuuta #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #art #hc #au

[fwob]

CAN I PLEASEE PLZ PLS GET UR FIC RECS DUDE (can i also rec one; poly philtatos (the most loved by far)

anything for you anon <3 sorry for taking . checks watch . two days .

under the cut cuz i have . A Few

PROJECT: ICARUS - aka the fic thats been absolutely rotting my brain for the past week . luffy dies at marineford except actually just kidding hes still alive but hes a marine pacifista / seraphim / human weapon now . oops ! please read it its so good the first 2 chapters are fucking BRUTAL

put your faith in what you most believe in - luffy gets sick . sabo's understandably worried . this ones a top contender for my fav op fic . i think abt this one CONSTANTLY

literally every taizi fic . yes all of them . i have read every single op fic theyve published . they're all bangers . no exceptions . but i will specifically recommend the previous fic , as well as this one , this one , this one , this one , and this one

wish by spirit and if by yes - sabo visits the whitebeards on revolutionary business . also a top contender for my fav op fic . i REALLY love this one the dynamic is SO good

i know you by the state of your hands - time travel shenanigans

breathe - luffy has a nightmare and an ensuing panic attack and law calms him down . they chat . VERY good i really like this one . the sequel is also good its linked on the fic

asl in red - this whole series is insane . it starts as like "shanks adopts ASL !!!" and then it just goes completely off the rails . like god whats going on . its great tho

ache in the rain (and remember the wounds) - luffy sees ghosts !

luffy's law - i dont know whats really going on in this fic but i fuck with it . will be incorporating multiple things from this fic into any modern au i make in the future

whatever you can still betray - ace has GOT to be a marine spy because nothing he says makes any fucking sense . i really love this one its so fun

finally i get to choose what's wrong (and what is right) - listen . 90% of the time i am FIRMLY against genderbending one character and nobody else . but like . im a fan of this one . also makino has a gun

si c'est un âme - your soulmate's first words to you are written on your body . luffy has 9 phrases on his back . i AM in fact a platonic soulmate enjoyer

blood song - post thriller bark zolu ...... ough

on brotherhood - ageswap , luffy is the older brother

code of misconduct - there's a set of written rules on the thousand sunny . VERY silly fic . very fun

hey, let's get lost (along the way) - luffy , ace , nami , and vivi get lost in alabasta . shenanigans ensue

i can't be selfless - garp invites aokiji to dawn island to help convince luffy to be a marine

god's emperor - shanks meets a young god . this was before 1044 actually like damn girl ur ON that shit

how it should have healed - the aftermath of some of luffy's various injuries

seven deadly sins - trafalgar law's new apartment is haunted by exactly seven (7) ghosts

chasing the remnants - sabo accompanies dragon to loguetown

little monsters - usopp and sanji get captured by marines

of dawn and dreams - i could not tell you what this series is about but its mostly shanks and buggy . its good tho

don't bury me with gold - WORLD NOBLE SABO ....... oughhh this one is so good . i think abt it a lot

sun over the horizon - luffy gives his crew some much-needed affection after a battle

take a step in mine - on their way out of marineford , luffy collapses a little bit earlier . it changes some things

spin a yarn - time travel shenanigans . this whole series makes me completely and utterly insane . read it now

over the course of a day - worlds worst roadtrip

greatest gift of all - luffy is 10 years younger than his brothers

two and a half pirates - luffy is 16 years younger than his brothers

unsinkable - the ocean is luffy's mother . ive seen like 3 different fics with this concept but this one is my favourite

three years, give or take - time travel shenanigans , except it's ace this time

hide the knives - after ace joins the whitebeards , shanks drops by for a party

beginning the next dream - time travel shenanigans . there's a reason it's the most kudosed op fic

make a choice (turncoat hero) - garp accidentally becomes a pirate . whoops !

boy with a scar - luffy vanishes after sabo dies and shows up 4 years later with a slave brand . what kind of man would i be if i didnt include boy with a scar . i love this one a lot

in which higuma doesn't get drunk, even though he really, really wants to - time travel shenanigans

sunflowers - genderfluid luffy ....... god i love transgenderism

pain scale - luffy gets injured and nobody realizes for a while , himself included

sibling sympathies - ace and nami have a chat in alabasta

small changes - id summarize this one but tbh i dont super remember what happens in this one i just remember rlly liking it . its a cora lives au i know that . read it anyways

too bright to see - lusan ..............

i'll keep the king (i'll keep him safe) - EXCEPTIONALLY good luffy whump . very good

of scissors and combs - luffy gets a haircut

and heres four gear fifth fics that i like. id summarize them all but i dont really want to so like . just trust me on this one . read em

also thanks for the rec !! ive been meaning to read that one for weeks thanks for giving me an excuse to finally do it . here's the link for anyone who hasn't read it which you should because it's VERY good

#was literally fighting for my life to post this #was gonna post it this morning but then it fucking deleted half of them so i had to wait til i got home to fix it #and then i fixed it and then it did it AGAIN #anyways godbless i went thru literally all of my bookmarks for this #ace speaks #ask #save #<- so i dont lose it later hopefully

[jujutsukgojo]

How All For One came to be

Summary: All For One is the most notorious villain in history. But he was a big brother first.

TW: death, abuse, violence, angst, AFO is his own warning. If there is anything else pls let me know! I don't own bnha and this is not canon. it does have spoilers tho!

cross posted from ao3

8k+ words

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 Giichi swings his fist but misses the bastard by a hair. The jerk with the shorts, who Giichi assumes is “Saito”, hits him right in the gut as Saito’s friend aims for Giichi’s back. Before the friend’s elbow can land a blow on his back, there is a harsh swing of a branch at the kid’s face. The friend spits out blood and a tooth.  

  Giichi looks up to see his younger brother, Yoichi, glaring his green eyes at the two bullies. “Leave my brother alone!”  

Saito tries to get Yoichi but he swings the branch again and ends up hitting the boy’s knuckles. Swollen and possibly broken, he cries out. “Stop it! There’s no reason to continue. Giichi c’mon!” 

  His brother reaches out to him, hand extended. Although Yoichi is younger than him, Giichi admits he is brave and has his wits about him. Just as Giichi reaches for Yoichi’s hand, a third boy pops up and hits Yoichi right in his ribs. The kid laughs until Giichi’s brother throws up on his face.  

It ends up being worse for Yoichi. Even still, he tries to stand. Giichi has had enough of these fools. Enraged, he releases it. He can’t let something like this happen again. Not when Yoichi takes just a couple of hits and is down for the count.  

  They end up running away from the two brothers. Yoichi continues to cough as he reaches for Giichi’s hand. 

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It wasn’t fair. Every day, every single day he pushes against society for nothing but scraps. People like Yoichi get bullied every day and no one stops it. He comes across worthless dirt too but at least they are somewhat reluctant. With Yoichi it’s different. He might be brave but he can’t do much.  

Once they entered their shabby home, their mother gives them the news: him and Yoichi are finally going to be placed with their father.  

Giichi Shigaraki would rather die than stay with that bitch of a mother. As Yoichi’s older brother, it is vital for him to protect Yoichi. Yoichi is frail. Born around three months early and wasn’t given the proper care, it affected him greatly. That bitch didn’t have the slightest clue what to do. Or perhaps she just didn’t want to what is right. After having an affair on Giichi’s father that resulted in Yoichi, Giichi’s father was furious and repeatedly took it out on their mother, who took it out on Yoichi.  

  His father left early and just now wanted to help. To repent for his sins or something. Whatever. Giichi will just use the bastard for shelter since he  knows  that there is a catch. Giichi can smell the lie from a mile away. His father wanting to help has to be a lie. No way would that worm take them in. Especially Yoichi.  

Giichi hears shuffling behind him. Over the years he has developed a slight flinch. People have to be alert. “Sorry, big brother. I should have told you I was here.” 

Yoichi holds their current favorite manga,  Atomic Boy . They are so close to finishing it! This is the very last chapter of this amazing series. Giichi puts a blanket over their heads as they sit on their new bed. One twin sized cot for two is a step up from the floor.  

In Yoichi’s hand is also their flashlight that they use to read it. Yoichi flicks it on and like always, Giichi starts out reading with his hero voice and Yoichi deepens his as best he can to play the villain. 

“Why do you smile when you’re the bad guy? Villains aren’t supposed to smile.” 

“They do it to fill a void.” Yoichi reasons. Snorting, Giichi replies, “Fill a void?” 

Nodding his head, Yoichi explains it. “Well, I heard mom talk about filling a void and when I asked her what it is, it made sense. Everyone has to smile to make something better.” Giichi doesn’t know what to do with his little brother.  

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“Why? Why can’t you listen, Giichi?!” His father goes to hit him again. When it first started happening, Giichi was shocked. This jackass was supposed to be a step up. Never had his father laid a hand on him or Yoichi. Yet, time took its toll on his father. Now older and greying from his once brown hair, now thicker around the middle. Money was not coming in as it used to. Giichi knew that there was a catch and there was. A check would come in the mail due to raising two children. That’s what his father wanted. The check.  

  The shock was the violence.  

 Giichi is prepared for his hit. But it never comes. The harsh impact never rushes to his face and leaves an ugly mark like his father planned. No, instead what he sees is his sickly brother on the floor with blood in his mouth, taking the hit for him. Just like when his mother would threaten Giichi in order to make Yoichi submit to her violence. Trying to be a hero like always.  

Yoichi tries to stand. “D-don’t hit my brother.” Rolling his eyes, his pathetic excuse of a father goes to kick him while Yoichi is down. Coward.  

Giichi has never been so angry. This is his dad, not Yoichi’s. He gets why his dad doesn’t like him. Their mother had an affair and then a child yadda, yadda, yadda. Who cares! Yoichi can’t take the hits. Yet, he takes the punishment that is meant for him. Why does he do this? Why does he try to save him when all he does is get hurt? 

  Giichi reaches down to grab his dad’s foot and twists it with all of his strength. It goes all away around, completely broken. As he howls in pain Giichi jumps on him and doesn’t stop releasing his rage in the form of his fists until he is pulled off by his coughing brother.

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Giichi has gotten used to fending for himself and his little brother. His dad has proven to be a damn useless nobody. An absolute nobody that Giichi wants to run over and destroy. What is his use? He barely pays for anything other than beer and cigarettes! All he wanted from this bastard is a roof and he can barely do that. It’s all so disappointing. That jack off limps around saying woe is me. So what!  

Giichi would gladly do it again out of sheer hatred.  

Yoichi walks behind him, animatedly talking about the latest manga that he thinks they should read. Given to him from Haru, a neighborhood kid that hangs out with Yoichi from time to time. Clutching it to his chest, he excitedly tells his older brother, “I heard from Haru that it’s the best. Better than Atomic Boy. Can you believe that? I mean-”  

  Giichi waits for him to finish his sentence but he all he gets is horrendous hacking. He turns around to see his frail brother coughing uncontrollably with his hand over his mouth. “Yoichi? H-hey c’mon.” He pats him on his back, hoping that it helps.  

Yoichi wheezes and removes his hand from his mouth. With teary eyes, his baby brother calls out to him and faints. 

Giichi doesn’t waste time. He places his brother’s arm over his shoulder and goes to the nearest clinic. It isn’t much, but that is all he can do right now. He’s only sixteen. His brother’s fourteen. This is too much. Way, way, too much for them to handle. No, no, he’ll handle this. Right now, Yoichi has enough to deal with.  

He better be okay. I swear to God I will destroy this world where it turns if he isn’t.   

“Help! Somebody, please!” He screams as he runs down the street. No one even bothers to look. They don’t even care. These blind and selfish people ignore them. 

He pushes past the door and to the front desk. The lady looks at him with wide eyes. Her bun is pulled back so tightly that it seems to be stretching her face. Giichi doesn’t have time to tease her right now. Later, he promises himself. “Okay, okay. Do you have an appointment?” 

“What?” 

“An appointment. We don’t allow walk-ins.” She informs with a bored expression. This world. This is how it is, how it always will be, huh? “He could be dying you heartless  bitch.”  

“Look, we see this all the time. Kids running in here pretending to be sick just to steal the condoms. That’s why we no longer allow walk-ins. You think you’re slick.” She pops her bubble gum at him.  

“Fucking condoms? I don’t want your condoms I want you to help my brother! Just look at him!” Why in the hell would she accuse him of such a thing?! Yoichi is literally dying right now. 

He starts getting closer, growing angrier by the second. His brother’s breathing is still wheezy. Security is called in no time as Giichi goes across the counter and grabs the woman’s jaw so tight that it is bound to leave a bruise if not more.  

“Why won’t you help us?! Why will none of you help him?! He fainted and his breath is wheezy, and his heart beat’s all over the place. At least tell me what it is!” 

They don’t.  

“Tell me what it is!”  

And as luck would have it, as they are thrown out (literally), a kid with an inhaler is close by. The kid in the ugly stripe shirt takes a puff and doesn’t realize that they’re in danger by being too close to a desperate boy that will grow up to be an apex predator. 

 

  Yoichi has gotten better since then thanks to Giichi’s quick thinking. When they got home, he forced his father to drive them to the hospital, he discovered that the problems that his brother face will be lifelong. They gave him the treatments he needed for that current issue but the bill was outrageous. His father was furious and almost took it out on Yoichi. So, Giichi took it. What didn’t sit right with either of the brothers is the verbal abuse that was given to Yoichi.  

Yoichi knew that he wasn’t biologically his. He knew this. Having it thrown in Yoichi’s face as an insult and acting as if he is a burden stayed with him.  

Giichi was perturbed about everything. The incident at the clinic, his brother’s health, his father, the bill, humanity, all of it. He’ll change it all. Without a friend in the world, he will still change it. For the better, he swears.  

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“Do you want to read the manga with me?” His brother comes up to him with that stupid purple puffer thing. It’s temporary, the doctors said. How can they be so sure? Have such confidence when they just glanced at him? At both of them? 

Did they not see the pain, the suffering? There isn’t a way for them to be absolutely sure like that. Yoichi lifts it up and takes a breath out of it.  

“Alright. Just don’t strain yourself.”  Please. You’re all I got.  

Holding the first volume of the new manga he was talking about, he gives it to Giichi and goes to get the blanket and flashlight. Slightly tripping, he chuckles from embarrassment. “Whoops.”  

“Pfft. Klutz.”  

  What if his heart starts acting up next? They could never afford to help him. Giichi  looks at the cover.  Captain Hero.  He wonders where the author got such a crappy name. Captain Hero, whose real name is Justice, wears a cape and poses like Superman. With his hands balled into fists on his hips. A blue cape, yellow boots, and no mask to conceal his identity. How vain of him. To walk around without a mask on. It screams to Giichi that this “Justice” or “Captain Hero” guy wants people to know that when they see his face, they see justice, salvation. Well, it is obvious within his name.  

  Giichi starts to question it all.  

“Got them!” Yoichi walks over to where he sits and places the blanket over him. Giichi, before the cover goes over his eyes, realizes, digests, how weak he is. Only a year and a half younger, Yoichi could be easily pushed by him. So fragile.  

“Hey, I know this is probably girly to you, but I got us these!” Yoichi pulls out two chains. He hands one to Giichi with a bright smile. Slipping his on he says, “They match, see!”  

  Giichi does think it’s girly but he puts it on anyway. They read the manga, completely intrigued. When it is his brother’s turn to read it, Giichi looks at the chain his brother gave him.  

Giichi admits that this manga is good. He also admits that the Demon Lord had a magnificent point.    

He only read to chapter three, when the Demon Lord won. It was all he needed. Yoichi kept reading it to the very end. He constantly asked Giichi to join him like old times but Giichi rejected the offers. As time went on, Giichi grew up and knew that they could never afford his brother’s care. So, he worked hard. He worked his ass off to support himself and his brother who supported him emotionally. Who was always there to lend a hand. That is what he loves about his brother. Yoichi can’t do much physically but at least he’s there with a smile.

  

  Giichi worked hard. He worked in Mcdonald’s and several retail shops throughout his time in community college. Graduating early with a business degree, he then worked as a receptionist. All while his brother decided to write and become a moderately successful manga artist.  

Now a full-grown adult and out of school, he is a successful business man. In no time he ran the company. He made a small business grow into a monster of an enterprise. Wearing suits that as a child he could only dream of, shoes that shined like stars, had women at his call, and gold that never lost its touch. Giichi made sure that Yoichi was set as well. Yoichi was bound and determined to live by himself, to support himself. So, he helped him secure an apartment not too far from him.  

Giichi would hate it if Yoichi just died one day and he didn’t know because he wasn’t there.  

That is his worst nightmare.  

---

“I’m telling you, I am  fine.”  His brother walks with a red mug to give to him. “You always say that, little brother.” 

“Please don’t miss this opportunity because of me. Seriously, okay? I’m taking my meds, my treatment, all of it.”  

He sounds out of breath. Kind of wheezy too. Giichi gets up from leaning against the olive-green couch and places his head against his brother’s chest to hear his heart. “It’s erratic, Yoichi.” 

“I drank coffee.” Yoichi admits. He breathlessly laughs and ends up coughing. “It’s the coffee, I swear on our mother.” 

“You’re not supposed to! And why the hell would you mention that whore?” Yoichi scoffs. “It’s a jok-”  Giichi places his head there again. This time, Yoichi hugs him. “Giichi, please. I'm fine, I swear it.” He tries to comfort the worried one, hoping that his condition doesn’t scare him that bad. Giichi is no fool.  

He removes himself from his brother’s touch. His cold and slim fingers no longer hold onto him. “You told me that someone pushed you. Is that also why you’re wheezing? You hit your ribs again?” 

“It was just some guy. Actually, he looked a little familiar. Saito, I think? Remember that one kid that always popped his gum. Man, he’s gotten old.” Yoichi chuckles, trying to brush it off. To ease the tension but it isn’t working.  

Giichi hated it. How can someone do that? How can someone not stop that bastard? Where were the police? The ones who are supposed to stand for people like Yoichi? 

Then again, how can Yoichi stand for it. Why not put that ass-wipe in their place? Suddenly, Giichi’s perception on Yoichi starts to differ than what it was before. Only slightly. He still does greatly care for his brother, truly, but frustration starts to set in.  

Why does he not fight back? Does he wait for a hero like the mangas? Is he looking for Captain Hero to pop up and save the day? Giichi wonders how long will he be like this.  

“I think I will go. In the meantime, why don’t you think about why the ever-living fuck you don’t do  anything .”  

“What?” Yoichi is taken back. He reaches out to his brother again. “What do you mean?” 

“There are no heroes, Yoichi. And I am certainly not one.” 

He leaves and slams the door on his way out.  

----

In China, Giichi looks out of his open window where he can see the hospital. Taking a final puff of his cigarette he puts it out on his window sill. A light erupts from the hospital building all the way to the sky. His body starts to tingle. It starts to shake. Goose bumps pop up, he can  feel  his blood move in every direction. A spark like feeling all around his body makes him want to vomit. His head starts to spin as he stares at this golden light. With an aching body, he falls to the carpeted floor.  

  For an unknown time, he blacked out. There was no warning of this. He went to the doctor’s earlier this month and has a clean bill of health. His body feels heavy but what he felt has subsided. Looking out the window again, the light is out and people run and scream. Cars are tipped over and buildings are broken. Giichi reaches for the remote to turn on the news. Something must have happened at that moment, right? Unless he ignored what they were saying on the news which is unlikely. He likes to keep up with the world. To see its disfunction. Perhaps that is not a healthy way to live. He'll take it wholeheartedly though.  

  Propping himself up with the help of a table, he sees himself in the mirror. White hair, red eyes, but his normal face. Did he age this quickly? He feels fine. He doesn’t have wrinkles or creaky bones. How can his hair turn whiter than snow and his eyes like rubies? 

  “Just in, an infant born just today  glows-”  All of the reports say the same thing. A glowing baby, people changing subtly, people start performing miracles, a new age.  

That baby is not a light baby. That baby is a beacon, calling for evolution.  

------

  Leaving his luxurious hotel room in China, he cuts the visit abruptly with a short phone call without an explanation. Placing sunglasses over his eyes and a hat on his head, he gets on the plane. People are screaming at others. A child, who starts to cry at the ever growing mob, she throws her fist down and stomps her feet out of a growing anger. Out of her fists are a strong gust of air, as strong as a canon. The ground starts to crack. People run for their lives. “Oh no!” The little girl runs from the cracking of the ground.  

  She bumps into him. “Sorry, sorry!” He reaches down and pats her head. “Are you okay?” 

So strong... 

Her black hair cascades past her shoulders. Her brown eyes are round from fear and still teary. “No. I’m not.” 

  With another pat on her head, he feels it. Almost like a need for air, a pulsing feeling. He can’t describe it! But he knows what to do. 

  “Do you want me to help you, make you normal again?” She shakes her head yes and squeezes his legs. “Can you help our daughter?” 

A man that looks so much like her says. He keeps a distance away from his child. Pathetic. Running away from his own kid. “Yes, I can.” Giichi doesn’t know how but his response is automatic and as always, charismatic. Giving into the odd feeling is a desperate need. He can’t help himself.  

Placing his large hand on her head, he feels a smooth sensation coming through his hand and up his arms. It feels like something drawing inside him. There isn’t a rough transition at all.  

“Try it now.” She does, with all her might, and nothing comes out. Happy, she bounces and giggles. He chuckles but for an entirely different reason. 

----

 

Back at home, he is greeted with his brother’s voice. Giichi gave his brother a key.  

“Please let him be okay...” 

“Yoichi?”  

  Giichi can hear his brother come to the foyer. “Giichi! Something awful happened! Are you okay?” Like him, his hair has turned white. Instead of curly brown hair like his was, Yoichi had long, straight, black hair. What they shared were their green eyes.  

  Taking off his sunglasses, his red eyes meet green, a color once like his. That was the only way you could tell they were siblings really. They had the exact same eyes. Eyes like their mother. “Giichi...” 

“I’m fine baby brother.” 

“H-how? Are you sure?” Walking up to his frail brother, he places a hand on his head to see if he can feel it. He can’t.  

“Of course not. Of course, you had to remain this way.” Frustrated at his brother, he leaves his own apartment. “Giichi! Don’t go back out there it’s madness!” 

And madness it was. And Giichi enjoyed every moment of the ruination of the country that screwed him over time and time again.

----  

In no time did Giichi get to the top. In no time did the world see the corruption of how it was before. Giichi offered salvation, a haven if you wanted to be weak. Be “normal” like how he tricked that child in China. Giichi truly was the definition of sane. How could it not be sane to satiate this itch in his skin to take what is rightfully his? To destroy what he hates and at the same time acquire friends? 

Because it would be insane to not be the boss. It is madness to not make the world right. To take the meta-abilities that they do not want or need and replace it with utter devotion to Giichi is what he has always wanted. More, more, more, is all he feels right now. And the desire to be someone that will not be pushed.  

One thing that did bother him repeatedly was his beloved brother, Yoichi. Believing in heroes and unicorns. How is his world right but Giichi’s isn’t? How is it that Giichi is immoral? 

All he has to do is make Yoichi see it. Make him see that what he is doing is for the greater good. For them both. Everything is at their fingertips now. Yes, before he ran a company and was rolling in wealth. But was it truly satisfying? Was it what he really wanted? No. He conducted negotiations much to his chagrin. Rolling with the waves when he should have been eliminating them.  

 He wanted justice. He wanted to win for once. He wanted vengeance on everyone. How many times did he pass people on the street with torn clothes, bloody and bruised, dirty, while standing on the corner begging for change? How many people cared? None.  

What they had been through was hell. It was something out of a pamphlet that people take and ignore when they leave those centers. They threw them away and don’t look twice. Does Yoichi not remember the clinic? How they completely disregarded his life? What about the hospital? They took one look at him and he still has problems. However, that baby could be the answer.  

--

  Giichi walks to the hospital where a crazed doctor supposedly is. “Hello Dr. Garaki.”  

The man with black hair and a mustache stands. “H-hello.” His glasses accentuate his eyes, making them twice as big.  

  Giichi had heard a theory from a curious woman. One that he had to know the truth about. “I am only here for an answer. Answer honestly.” 

Doctor Garaki nods. “Is it true that those with meta-abilities have better health?” 

Clearing his throat, he starts. “I find that that is true. When the light baby appeared and meta-abilities right after, patients started to fair better. Not deep wounds or near death but those with sicknesses did get better. Some not by much and others made great progress. Not that everyone is completely healed but no one can deny this. I ran a study about it and took samples of DNA. Well, I saw something.” 

He hurriedly walks to the table. “Here are cells from those who are normal. Here are those who possess an ability. Injecting both with a disease...” He does as he says.  

“The cell of the one with an ability is more resistant. It fights it. Look, the disease didn’t take! This meta ability didn’t have the power to regenerate or heal yet it did this. It is something like extreme echolocation but more like a detector. It’s difficult to explain-”  

The man goes on and on and Giichi just listens. It's all very fascinating. He wants to find this meta-ability. Without eyes, ears, and a nose, this person can sense things anyway.  

“I believe you are right.” 

“Y-you do?” 

“Of course. It’s right here, isn’t it?” Dr. Garaki instantly brightens. “W-wow! You’re the first! Would you like to hear my other theory? Well, theories.” 

“Absolutely.” 

  Giichi sits down on a stool. “I don’t know what to name this one yet but it is about meta-abilities in general. Okay, what if all this time cells are actually like popcorn kernels and easily change?” He smiles brightly. 

Giichi stares at the man for a good hard minute with a blank face. “Pardon?” 

Dr. Garaki clears his throat and straightens up. “What if they mutated? What if the conditions that the light baby’s mother faced effected the fetus. The effect on the cells could be so miniscule that we may not be able to see it under a microscope," Dr. Garaki laughs, clearly excited that someone is listening rather than doubting.

"It's as if the baby’s meta ability is some kind of radiation and got rid of what we didn’t need and replaced it with something we did. Like the extra joint. Those with meta-abilities no longer have a joint in the little toe. Just like you and I.” 

“What would the woman had to have come in contact with in order for the baby to even develop it? Why only effect some?” They are good and genuine questions. With an even brighter smile the doctor answered.  

“Pollution. It is worse than it ever has been. It was only a matter of time before something happened. That child with a meta-ability of mega radiation effected people and that was it. Why only some? Who knows. But if I am right and the child got rid of what wasn’t needed, it could be that the pollution is so bad that we needed to evolve in order to deal with it.” 

  Tilting his head, Giichi asks, “Is that actually possible?”  

Messing with a pencil that was tucked behind his ear, Dr. Garaki responds. “Well, the meta-ability holder's cells were resistant. I think it is true. We evolved to adapt to the conditions. Either way, one thing is clear as I have shown you: those with meta-abilities are stronger. And soon those without it will not exist. Everyone will have a meta-ability because of cross breeding. It will be chaos.” 

This is what Giichi wanted to hear. That there is a chance at a longer and fuller life if you have a quirk. “And the chaos isn’t happening now?” Giichi recalls how it looked when in China. It was madness. People running around hitting others they assumed were gifted. Reactions like that were happening globally.  

  A gleam enters the doctor’s eyes. “Not nearly. I call it the Singularity Theory. Well, I'm still working on the name. In the future abilities will be too powerful to handle.” 

And Giichi will be there to tame it. What is more powerful than him?

 -----

Afterwards, Giichi finds exactly who he was looking for. The detector that the doctor had mentioned. A gift like that is perfect for him. Not only is it quite beautiful, but it will help him out tremendously in finding people, finding meta abilities. 

A man who was reading a book looks up, obviously being able to tell Giichi was there. Wearing boxers and a white tank top with a stain on it, Giichi scoffs as he compares the man’s ensemble to his own suit and the differences of class despite his origin.  

For a second, the man has no idea who Giichi is. Giichi, however, knows this bastard. He pushed Yoichi down just because Yoichi needed to get into the train. Saito, was it? He’s one of the fools from their past. One of those jackasses that would pick on them. That’s right! He was the one with the knuckles that Yoichi beat. Could it be that Yoichi felt bad for that after all these years and that is why he didn’t do anything? 

Either way, someone like  Saito  shouldn’t be gifted like this.  

Giichi allows himself into the apartment, takes what he wants, and the man, Saito, who begged for his life, is gone forever. Giichi shoves the body into the pantry. He doesn’t want to look at that man’s face anymore. His brother might be weak but he still doesn’t like when he’s pushed around by someone that’s not him. 

 “Dear, you would not believe it. There is a woman who has a baby and that baby is gifted already. It's all over the news, this woman defending her infant from the world. It’s crazy. She gave meta abilities a new name,  quirks . Isn’t that-” A woman walks into the apartment with bags, obviously struggling. “Hello?” 

  Giichi walks up to the woman. He starts to play, making sure she doesn’t run off. He turns his head towards the kitchen where the body is. “Hello, ma’am. Saito, you didn’t tell me your wife was this lovely!” 

He has no idea who this woman is. He is telling the truth though. She is gorgeous. “O-oh! Thank you!” Giichi has always been charming and it has doubled over the years. He grabs the paper bags and places them in one arm. ”Unfortunately, the big oaf didn’t tell me your name,” He jokes. “Which is?” 

“Emi.” He hums and kisses her hand to see what her meta-ability is. A stockholding ability? Like his almost? It...fits.  

 “Emi-dear. I like it.” He starts to take it from her. As her knees buckle, Giichi holds her up by her waist with one of his hands holding his. He lets go of her grocery bags which she doesn’t look happy about. “Y-you!” Fear flashes in her eyes as she tries to get away. She recognizes his ability, not his appearance, apparently. She tries to get away from him.  

“Nah ah ah, Emi-dear.”  

---

Soon, no one had that problem that Emi did. Everyone recognized Giichi Shigaraki, or as he is now known, All For One, the name of his quirk. People try to fight back but lose every time under All For One’s command. He is adored by all except those who believe the same as his brother.  

The weak, the “normal ones” are fading drastically. Years have passed since the Beacon was born and more people are having meta-abilities by birth and by the Beacon’s quirk going off several times. Garaki, just as All For One suspected, was right. All of those who have quirks are better off than those without.  

  All For One walks next to his brother on the street. People part for the two of them with admiration for All For One and disdain for Yoichi. All For One couldn't help but be a little smug about it yet somewhat proud of his brother's confidence. He is not letting them get to him at all. Yoichi has always been a strategist, a visionary too. Just like him. They are much better together than alone. After he showed Yoichi the people’s devotion, All For One compared the crowds of people to Yoichi’s remaining few. Of course, Yoichi’s stubborn ass believes they are being fooled.

Yoichi remains silent as All For One boasts. With a hand on Yoichi's back, All For One can feel his brother's coughing even when he tries to hide it. Anytime Yoichi coughs, All For One reminds himself that all Yoichi needs is a quirk. It doesn’t have to be the best. It just has to be there so he will be stronger and confident.

“I do care greatly for you, little brother.” All For One says as he walks his frail brother to the place that he lives. The large home is fit for a king. It is what he deserves. He only read up to chapter three of Captain Hero, but it was all he needed to believe that even the worst win. Yoichi might tell him different. Tell him that good guys always win. No, they finish last and their life is proof of that. All For One tried to play by society’s rules until now. There’s a reason he is so strong and it is because he was never meant to be at the bottom.  

Now, he wishes for Yoichi to understand this. That he isn’t wrong at all.  

Two men appear in front of them. One an average grumpy looking man and another with a jagged jaw that is clearly a quirk. After telling Yoichi of their sympathetic stories, All For One exchanges the quirk from one man to another. “Don’t! You will just his pawn!” Yoichi is instantly tackled. “Now, now. Gentle with him, he’s fragile.”  

All For One gives a grin at the sight. Over time, he has become increasingly corrupted. His smile is only reserved for misfortune and his brother. The offender backs off of Yoichi and picks him up. He tries to fight him off but instead coughs an abundant amount. “In the chamber, why don’t you? I will talk to him in a moment.” 

And in that moment, another cell of Yoichi’s believers are demolished. Yoichi waits in the cold room racked with guilt. What feels like hours of sitting there after banging on the door, trying to push it open, and kicking it, it finally opens to reveal his smug brother.  

There's an explosion on the tower where Yoichi’s hopes lie. When will he learn that believing in fantasies will only hurt him? “Look at them Yoichi.”  

“The bad guy always loses in the end, Giichi. You may think you’re right but you’re not. Murder is wrong. Manipulation is wrong.” 

 All For One scoffs. “Manipulation? Is that not what vigilantism, pretending to be heroes, is? Manipulating people to put their faith in them to take over? Why shouldn’t I be the one to?”  

“ No!”   Yoichi yells. All For One touches his brother’s head and transfers Emi-dear's quirk to him. All For One has been searching for a healing or regenerative quirk, those are such a rarity. Soon, soon he will. Right now, One For All suits Yoichi just fine. A quirk just for him.  

The quirk hits Yoichi hard. He can feel the change already as he struggles against All For One’s grip on his head. “I’m only telling you this, Giichi. Either way it’s wrong. What's not wrong is protecting the people around you. Standing for those who are weaker than you-” 

“Don’t you know weak.” Yoichi stands firm despite his brother’s jab. “I do. And because I do, I don’t want others to face what I, what we, had to. I want a better life for them. For all of us. Something peaceful, something beautiful without sin.” 

  All For One looks down at his feet. “I can provide a future where there is peace. Where we can have a better life-” 

Yoichi interrupts. “You want revenge and superiority.”  

“I deserve it. But now, I have friends who are willing to give that to me. I work hard for it, y’know.”  

  Shaking his head making his long hair flow, Yoichi wonders, “How did you become like this?”  

  The man standing straightens up at his brother’s question. “How did I become a winner, you mean?” 

  With teary eyes, Yoichi stands to meet his brother’s gaze. “The bad guy always loses. You only read till chapter three and missed that. But I'll save you, Giichi! I am not much, but I will save you, my best friend.” 

“You’ll lose.” All For One turns around. “Wanna bet?” Yoichi returns. All For One has always been competitive and along with it comes aggression.  

“Don’t worry, little brother. When you lose, I will be there to catch you. You’ll face the truth, fool.” 

All For One, with a smirk, slams the door shut on his way out. Yoichi save  him ? Without a quirk he is nothing. Now that he has given one he may stand a chance at living longer and to the fullest. They deserve a life of ease and good health. As a business man, as much as he liked it, it was not fulfilling. This is as well since it is hollow.  

He hears the voices of those he has taken from but his brother makes it better. All For One may be taking too much but at least he still has something to hold onto so he doesn’t lose himself completely. Although, picking on his brother is always a joy ever since they were kids.  

  All For One closes his eyes only to hear the damage he has done. Seeing the people he has taken a quirk from rise from the ground calling out to him. They look skeletal and angry, yet like the souls he had no right to ruin, no right to take. Shivering, he snaps out of it and is called when there is a deadly issue.  

 Later, a complete nuisance, Haru, if he remembers right, breaks Yoichi out, infuriating All For One. Not only does Haru come out of nowhere after being absent for years in their life, but he took his doofus brother using the issue as a decoy.  

-----

A month later they meet again. One of Yoichi’s followers are close to killing All For One. Of course, Yoichi prevents it and tells them that killing isn’t the way to go. 

It impressed him, his authority. In such a short while he has become something. But if they wanted to be safe, then they should have done it. That day, he destroys Yoichi’s hide-out and obliterates that follower. He has never seen the look of pure anger on his brother’s face until then. All For One laughs at his brother’s attempts of “saving” him and the rest of Japan.  

Then, Yoichi’s face turns to a quiet heartbreak. No tears, nothing like that. Just furrowed brows and sad eyes. Green eyes that look like they sent a message that All For One wasn’t paying attention to. Only the victory over his brother and society.  

Nothing but two months after that, he sees Haru. Haru, has an enhancement quirk. Fast and is so strong that he needs gauntlets on his arms since they cannot take the full measure of it. It’s a good quirk if that little drawback wasn’t there. Anytime he tries to fight Haru, the latter escapes with his friend in the ponytail. All For One notices that he hasn’t seen his brother in a while.  

  After every meeting with Haru, All For One clutches his chain. 

-- 

Finally, a year after Yoichi’s escape, All For One attacks Haru. Beaten, Haru can barely stand. The fading light of the sun dances on something shiny on Haru’s gauntlet. All For One freezes once he catches it. Yoichi’s chain. And in Haru’s pocket of his ugly cargo pants, is the comic book  Captain Hero.   

Haru lays both of the items down and backs away from them. His determined black eyes now softened when looking at All For One. Yoichi would never take off that chain, would he? He hasn’t. “What is the meaning of this?!”  

  He wants a different answer than what he thinks.  

“You already know.” Eyes widening, he demands further explanation. Denial, guilty, and fear in his voice. At the sight of his brother’s favorite manga and the chain in Haru’s hand, the realization is growing more devastating at the minute.  

“He knew he wouldn’t be able to beat you. He knew he wouldn’t survive the transition of One For All to me either. It was a sacrifice he had to make.” 

 In that damn comic, there were no sacrifices such as this. Was his brother that mad at him that he condemned himself to death? Was his cause this great? A sacrifice he had to make. “Stop.” 

“Take them.” Haru gestures to his brother’s things that lay on the ground, growing dirty. “He wanted you to have them.” 

  All For One snapped. Haru may have been a friend to Yoichi, but God knows he isn’t one to All For One. The likes of Haru have no right to touch his beloved brother’s things.  

Lunging at Haru, he dodges each enhanced hit. Matching Haru’s enhanced speed out of pure anger, All For One knows it’s misplaced aggression. The fault lays with him, right? That brought his worse fear to life.  

Yoichi died without him being there. This is too sudden. Anti-climactic, no sobbing or a snotty nose at a bedside to grieve over him. 

Despite his sins, he never wanted this to happen. He wanted a healthy, long, and great life for the both of them. As a business man that towered over other companies, he provided plenty. But it didn’t have the joy that their mangas had. One thing after another and it became so obvious that they didn’t have a real friend in the world. Is it wrong to want to change that? 

  And now, there is no hope without One For All. He  has  to take it from Haru; the bastard who said Yoichi’s death was a necessary sacrifice. In no way shape or form did Yoichi have to die. With One For All, there is hope for some kind of resurrection with Garaki’s help. A few modifications with people have proven that there is life beyond an original’s form.  

  “ Give it back!”   He just has to get it back from Haru. When he does, he will be able to transfer his brother’s consciousness back to Yoichi’s body and let the doctor do his job. After all this time fighting, All For One has gotten good with hand-to-hand combat. Run ins with Haru have let him study his movements.  

 Suddenly, All For One touches Haru’s arm. Shock and a hint of what he can think of is betrayal is expertly covered by a fake smile. Haru only has the simmering embers of the quirk that kept his brother alive and healthy. A friend of Haru’s, one whose name he doesn’t care to know, shines in All For One’s eyes. He can feel the call to him. All For One decided right then that he needed to expertly hone in his skill on finding One For All.  

“Where is he.” 

 “He’s dead, Giichi. Don’t play stupid.” He squeezes tighter. Haru winces at the sudden tightness on his bicep. All For One uses a quirk he was recently given. With a single touch can pain be inflicted on the target. Using it on Haru is a pleasure. “The  body.”   The corpse of the frail man. With the body, Garaki can have an easier time helping Yoichi.  

 With a sadistic smile, Haru states what feels like the obvious. “You’re losing your mind.” Haru shakes his head then mouths the words that All For One assumes are ‘I’m not telling’.  

  The simmered ember user swings at him one last time only to have his neck snapped. His limp, lifeless body falls flat on the ground. The bastard never told him where he was. A man pops up to stare at his comrade’s body that All For One repeatedly kicks and stomps on. All For One stares at the third user, a man that has a pony tail and thin eyes. Now that his anger is unfolded, he senses One For All clearer without the need to touch. Perhaps this is the upgrade he needed. He hates himself for thinking that.  

“Give me back my brother.” He means this figuratively and literally.  

  Third user runs for the hills. Debris of the wrecked buildings swing around as another glass covered building falls. All For One tries to keep up with him but as it turns out, Haru’s quirk and the original quirk of the third user blends together perfectly.  

  All For One’s friends block him from retrieving One For All. They mean no harm; they’re just following his orders to attack what was once Yoichi’s believers. Still, he has no patience with them. No kindness to extend as he can feel Yoichi slip away from him even more.  

Finally out of sight, the third user escapes completely. His mind is everywhere and he isn’t able to focus Saito’s quirk. As it turns out, they ran in a big circle, making All For One end up at the place of stupid Haru’s body and more importantly, Captain Hero and his brother’s chain.  

   Rain starts to fall unceremoniously on the bereaved man. He wasn’t there. Without that quirk that was specifically made for him, Yoichi had died. All For One never got to say goodbye to the one person that had his back: his frail, brave, dumb, artistic, imaginative, helpless, stubborn, loving little brother. He never got to pay Yoichi back for everything he has done for him. Taking hits for him, giving him the rest of his lunch and faked his fullness when in reality he was still hungry because all they could eat was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Who would listen to him rant and give encouraging words even when his older brother was antagonizing.  

Yoichi, who truly was the greatest friend anyone could ask for is gone. All For One ranted about how they had no friends, no help, when truly he did have a friend. He had always had Yoichi. Why is he now just wanting to thank him when he is dead?  

  “Because he would brush it off and say there was no need if he was alive.” He chuckles at the irony of it all. He studies the items on the ground, picturing a young Yoichi who didn’t get to see All For One’s vision of how the world in their mangas would look. Yoichi loved mangas, they both did. He just wanted to make this world a place where they could be happy. With friends, peace, and the control that always seemed to get away from them.  

  So small he can barely hear it himself, All For One gasps. Does he already accept Yoichi’s death? It was so rushed and sudden, something that isn’t fit for Yoichi and him. They are brothers. It was not supposed to be this quick. It wasn’t supposed to happen at all. Now here he is already talking about him in past tense.  

All For One wanted to save Yoichi while Yoichi wanted to save him. Isn’t that a laugh how they both failed? He called himself a winner when in reality he is the biggest loser to hit the streets. He’s a failure like always. For the first time, he is actually alone in the world.

It has been a long time since he had cried. No one is near to see or hear his growing emptiness. Gripping his white hair, he screams at his brother’s things as if they were the culprit in Yoichi’s death. The wails of pain echo to the sky as he takes his pain out on everything. Not even the body of Haru is spared. The emptiness engulfs him completely besides the growing voices of people’s quirks that he has stolen over the years. They call out to him, terrorize him. His brother made it okay despite the noise. All For One found some type of happiness with Yoichi since all this started.  

 A wide smile that has no meaning stretches on his face. He silently laughs as he remembers Yoichi’s words that a villain needs to smile to help  fill a void.   

Hatred seethes out of him now that the anchor that really did weigh down the monster that still had some reserve is gone. Yoichi never stood a chance at life. It isn’t for the weak no matter how hard All For One tried to save him. Now, there isn’t anything left in him but greed and hatred. Self-loathing for failing the one thing that he held close.  

One day he’ll take back what is rightfully Yoichi’s. As long as Garaki keeps his longevity quirk and is willing to help him, he can still save Yoichi. He can still make a difference in the world using his own determination of how it should function. He can still make it. Although the new resolve is somewhat keeping him together at the moment, it doesn’t erase what took place.  

As thunder booms above him, his pain subsides to nothing. A soulless smile still graces his face as this new outlook places itself with his rage and hatred. The one thought that consistently stays like a thorn in his side to remind him that he is still human is the thought that he wasn’t there to say goodbye to his best friend.  

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AN: I hope you guys like it. I made it in 2021 so it is an older oneshot. Anyway, excuse any mistakes i may have made!

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #all for one #bnha afo #bnha all for one #yoichi shigaraki #origin story #bnha fic #mha fic #cross posted on ao3 #one for all users #shigaraki yoichi #bnha oneshots #angst #tw angst #one for all origin #all for one origin #all for one mha #afo #quirk one for all #all for one bnha #one for all bnha #one for all mha

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i wholeheartedly agree with ur response to my previous ask, especially with the trilingual and accent one. i imagine its like a somewhat thick-ish accent too that they have (rorke’s is probably more light than logans), since portuguese and spanish are probably the more dominant languages than english. (mainly my hc/theory bc of the fed that was stuttering in spanish and english before keegan killed him during the ajax mission but that’s somewhat irrelevant).

now adding onto ur trilingual hc(?), i imagine logan forgetting certain words and his mind goes absolutely blank in trying to find what the fuck the word is in any of the languages hes fluent in. (example: “i think he went to the… eh…“) and yes, this 100% applies to rorke, and if not the old man is probably WORSE. but unlike logan, rorke is way more fluent in english, as logan cant hold an entire conversation without speaking in either the other two dominant languages. of course though, i would like to think this is when logan decides to speak, because i feel like hes more of a “i hate people so i don’t talk” but is compassionate type of guy. (totally not cause we dont hear the man speak because of the silent protagonist era..)

im not sure what hesh’s(specifically) and the other ghosts reaction would be besides surprised pikachu, “he forgot english? we took THAT long???”, or “what the fuck did rorke DO.”, but im sure itd be something funny or angsty. as hesh and logan in your hc(that i adore cause it honestly suits them) are mixed and dont have that strong of an accent, the accent change from logan when he decides to talk would probably make hesh feel sad in a way, knowing he took too long to find logan before he 1) develops an accent, 2) is now trilingual, and 3) most likely doesn’t remember him or really any of the ghosts if we take that route of angst.

bonus again in favor of your lovely bonus: rorke and logan would absolutely make fun of eachother when they forget a word. (it would also be funny if its other feds who join in but they’re all probably scared of both or they all also deal with the same problem… but they might..)

and i’ll definitely send more asks in the future regarding similar topics like these or hcs in general! :)

— random anon

Logan frustrated to tears because he's gotta sort through three languages to find one word (Four if you include american sign, ASL, headcanon.) when he doesn't even like speaking. He'd make some bad joke about it being the reason he doesn't talk a lot, it's too much work when he can just stand there looking scary and let Rorke do his monologues.

Pls, calling Rorke an old man. I forget he's older than Elias because he really does NOT act like it. They gave him eternal youth in the pit or something because how the fuck was he getting his ass whooped like he was and shaking it off? (Au perhaps, curse of immortality?)

I HC that Logan's selectively mute (as do a few moots of mine) so to me it's not that he hates talking to people, it's just that speaking verbally makes him majorly uncomfortable. So instead he communicates through different avenues. Like writing things to be read, or signing, and even letting Hesh do all the talking for him. (One he uses the most, because it's easiest. Which can be used for angst when Logan then refuses to have Hesh talk for him post pit/beach EHEHHEHE.) He is absolutely so compassionate tho, I love that, I adore giving him a really big heart. Makes the angst where he's cold and angry so much more painful! :D (<- The face of a man who suffers under his own hand)

Oh the angst of the Ghosts being forced to face how much time has passed when they meet Logan again and he's changed so radically his primary language is no longer his "mother tongue." (mother tongue being spanglish, new primary being solely spanish.) Even outside a full "Amnesic Logan" au there'd still be things he'd forget and that is some good angst to explore. Hells yeah.

Hah, Logan and Rorke bullying the shit out of a each other. "Oh you stopped in the middle of your monologue, what was that? Forgot the word did you?" "Stfu that was a dramatic pause." "More like an awkward pause." "I'm gonna put you back in the pit blondie I stg." "Try me you bald bitch." (Subordinates too scared to tell if they're joking with each other or serious)

Can't wait to get more asks from you, I love it :D

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #logan walker #gabriel rorke #random anon #beloved anon

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Ladies, may i have your attention please ?

Reblog and share this post with the most girlies possible right now, because

👏WE 👏NEED 👏TO 👏START 👏AN 👏OLDER 👏VIRGIN 👏GIRL 👏SUPPORT 👏GROUP

(Lads, don't you effing start laughing like stupid, i bite fr! Love u if u support tho)

If you are like me, a 24 yo and + woman and virgin/never had sex/single, or can relate to, let's start this mf support group, reblog and share so that more ladies can follow us, 'cause i can't be the only one 😤

If you don't, reblog and share are still appreciated but DON'T READ THE REST OF THE POST FOR I AM GOING TO SLANDER 🌠Jennifer🌠 SO HARD, THE CHILDREN MUST NOT SEE AND U DON’T WANNA SEE THAT

Ladies, be a girl's girl and join the fight against 🌠Jennifer🌠 !!!

TW : abuse of the word "virgin" because it's not an insult not a compliment so we are getting used to hear it. If your uncomfortable with "virgin", get out 🚪🚶‍♀️

By the way, 🌠Jennifer🌠 is not a person : she is an allegory, she represents the people when i tell them i am virgin.

I picture 🌠Jennifer🌠 as female because in french, my native language, nouns have genders and society is female, i don't make the rules 💅 I don't personally know a Jennifer : i picked the name for the vibe.

Since i am adult virgin woman, she assumes that I :

Too pure for this world

Waiting for marriage

Religious

Traditional

No fun at all

Don't get sex joke

Blushing/outraged at anything even remotly intimate

Ugly/unattractive

Bad at flirting

A lesbian in denial

Aro/ace

Femcel

Shy/not assertive/doesn't dare anything

Childish/immature

Don't take care of myself

Must have something wrong in my body and/or my head

Aiming for someone not single (for example, her lame and uglyass bf 🤮)

Hate men

Too masculine/not womanly enough

A "nice girl" or a "one of the boys"

Scaring/disgusted the boys out

Scared of the 🍆

Don't know how it works

"Too much into politic" / too feminist

Set my standards too high

Have a trauma

Not interested in others/antisocial/sociopath/cavewoman

Don't masturbe

Need advice about the boys

Too romantic

Had strict parents

A lonely girl

Actually a minor

Cringe

Chronically online

Don't know life

Lying

Like STFU, stop. You don't even make sense !

We were talking, getting to know each other. We were getting along so far until i dropped "actually i am still a virgin" bomb.

And then 🌠Jennifer🌠 started to look at me funny and that's how i KNOW she will less respect me. Like she either babying or gaslighting me. She may not say anything but all the previous points above are shining through her sassy eyes.

I KNOW i may sound aggressive in this post but irl i am not like that, she just annoys me so much . Your girl have a job, friends, hobby, ambition, dreams, YOUR GIRL IS BUSY and doesn't have to put up with those bs.

The worst is : i am perfectly okay with me having reaching adulthood and still being virgin, but it somehow bugs🌠Jennifer🌠' for no reason and wanna make it my problem.

So hear me out, 🌠Jennifer🌠 :

what i put or not my coochie is not your effing business

I am 24, you thought seeing a dick pic would have me blushing ?

As if i'd want ur lameass bf 🤮 he doesn't even treat u right

All the men i know so far were nothing but wonderful with me

Do i need to show you my 139452 step self-care routine to prove you i am girly enough ?

If i scare the men, how come you are not scared of me ? (Fear me or i will harvest your kneecaps)

What if i wasn't queer/lgbt ? (Show them support pls)

I am fabulous 💅💅💅💅💅🖕

I don't have any sex related trauma, but i will be your worst nightmare if you keep going

Why would i be lying ? I don't have time for creating bs, unlike you

No i am not hidding it 🖕

I would love to do sex jokes for you. Unfortunatly i don't like you and will not joke around with u

Your standards are too low

Me and my bitches from the adult virgin women support group will put you down and we are not shutting up. Period 💅

#Adult virgins are adults #support groups #Jennifer as an allegory #She is not a real person #personal rant #We need to stop to stfu and concele #Don't start telling me men have it worst #This is a post for girls only #long post #Basically me at 1 am

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ATTENTION!!! PLS READ THIS FOR YOUR OWN SAKE

I am usually the artist that rarely speaks out opinions or share words here on tumblr...usually, I draw, post, and then leaves, and then repeat

but sometimes, I kinda felt not giving everything, Because of one damn reason-

THIS:

Okay, ah, so this has been a very controversial topic for the fandom cause a lot of peeps would misinterpret or make assumptions towards an author's intetions

So I kinda bummed out, kinda felt sad and stuck wether I should continue this idea as my artist trademark cause I had so much to share! But everytime I try to post something different and by the term different, a different approach of the fandom

First and foremost, I can do nsfw (gorey bloody, violence name it! My art just doesn't stop there) I told this on my Coraline x Wybie question

Especially on terms of adult, mature stuff, yes, I can do that too

BUT!

AS FOR THIS FANDOM THOUGH-

I had noticed from my past art that even by just a little kissing and showing a little bit of skin makes them go "WHAT?! EW THEY'RE KIDS!" or they would directly accuse the creator harsh words such as a (ped@phile) because of it 😑

And I had these burn out phases and very unmotivated, the fact of not wanting to cause any trouble, I just drew what everyone is comfortable with

I gotten tired about it now.

True, that's what media had known these characters for, because they were introduced as kids

But they're missing the point from MY perspective

I was focusing on their lives as an adult, I wanna see em being chaotic bunch of adults with a lil tint of comedy, spicy, fluff, romance as well!

These people grew older, what do you want them to be? Still at their 12-11 mindest on an adult body? Of course I had to adjust that, they're 24+ on my headcanons for pete sake.

I just wanna say this so that people that followed me here on tumblr had the chance to judge and leave or still join me from expanding all the possibles of this headcanons and my art

Especially I don't know what was going on inside everyone's mind

I don't draw characters for the sole purpose of them just to see them in a nsfw especially without any reason

I only draw one because of a certain situation, like flirting and such

(But come on, do you think I had the gut to draw them just for that purpose?🤣) I had limits too!

This is also my page saying, follow me or unfollow

I'm serious about this.

Because starting this moment, expect me that I'll be doing stuff that I may share with those open minded peeps here

And tho those peeps that is still with me?

I salute you and I love you, and I hope that your support could help me go through this mess💖 Thank You!

I shoulda been more vocal than posting stuff here😑

And to clear things out, please do say something if you guys were all fine about this, Cause I want this page to be free open, and I kinda need a little boost to keep going.

#burnout #burn out #author's note #open minded #leave or stay #unmotivated #my opinion #speak up #sad thoughts #bummed #support #clarification #struggle