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nebou · 2 years

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i saw your statements on jumin being too infatuated with mc and it would stress her out- i wanted to put my two cents! (even if it’s been awhile) i’d also like to hear your opinion on just how their relationship would pan out (mostly how jumin adjusts and how crazy he gets over safety)

soo tbh it was slightly difficult with the aftermath of Jumins route because at the back of my mind i was always scared of that. ironically i used to do the same thing that mc would worry that jumin would do. i used to throw my entire being and love onto people then instinctively leave after a while. but tbh? i don’t think Jumin would do that. While yeah his infatuation is a little much, it seems this can be a contract kind of thing (jumin gives etc while mc gives support), and mc worries abt being replaceable, i don’t think so.

In my opinion his infatuation would (hopefully) lessen to more of just a love that exists? jumin IS still the most loyal person in the world. but i also know that he’s the last person to think that his wife not “contributing” enough is literally a world ender. i’ve seen this in many relationships, and they’re probably just going to shift their love into the smaller domestic things rather than the large gestures jumin would do. it’s still there, but it’s dialed back jusstt a bit. With the rika thing, genuinely would get insecure abt that so you perfectly encapsulated how this kind of mc would react tbh.

i know myself enough that if i started getting thoughts that jumin saw me as a replacement, i’d run and never come back /j. this is long, and i’m really sorry if i’m bothering you! thankyou!

crap this was the person talking abt jumin and his infatuation and i forgot to elaborate on a point. i think he would want mc to contribute but i don’t think he expects her to be a breadwinner or to like compensate for anything? like maybe this is just 12am thoughts but i believe he’d be happy with love and the effort being put in the relationship. IMSOSORRYSJSN

first of all, thank you for the response! i don't know that i would use the word contract, to me it seems more of an understanding than Jumin is xyz type of person and MC is [whatever your MC is under the confines of canon responses] and they work well together. Jumin can support in his own way and MC can support in her own way and that's exactly what works for them. i see ppl sometimes claim that MC should be working a job like Jumin does so the responsibility of money doesn't lie solely on him and so MC is "contributing" to the relationship(usually in argument that the Normal End is actually better than the Good End, i've talked about here and here why Jumin probably wouldn't want her working if it wasn't with him) but i sincerely don't think that would be an issue for him since he a.) loves his job b.) already makes way too much money doing that job and c.) money being an issue is really only applicable for middle to lower income couples where finances can be sketchy or prone to any sort of economic fluctuation. for Jumin, MC's income would be completely superfluous and unneeded, as well as taking away time he could be spending with her/calling her/chatting with her. in his mind i think MC "contributing" to their relationship is already being fulfilled more than well enough. all Jumin needed in his life was someone to see him for who he really was and love him for it, that's one of the reasons why he loves MC. plus, what with spending time with her, talking with her, being lovey dovey, eventually starting a family, he's also having all his personal desires fulfilled as well.

i can see MC feeling replaceable, not because she thinks Jumin would be happier with someone in his own tax bracket, but because to her it feels like he might only be with her because he thinks she's the best he'll get... settling, essentially. the MC i portray is someone who isn't anyone so special, she looks bland, doesn't seem to have any particular talents, and now lives in the shadow of Rika- someone's who no one has a bad thing to say about, not even the man that is going blind because of her(as MC will later find out from Jumin). i think most people would be an insecure mess being constantly compared to that, and that's before we take into account Jumin's unrequited feelings for Rika. i guess what i'm trying to say is that money and jobs isn't, hasn't been, and never will be how she "contributes" in Jumin and MC's relationship, and it's not a reason MC should feel she's replaceable in.

and.....omg i haven't even got to your original question LMAO i just wanted to get the money/job contribution thing outta the way, my answer to what i think Jumin would do as his emotions calm in the later stages of their relationship is under the cut for length lol i'm so sorry i'm like this

i said earlier i think one of the reasons Jumin loves MC -and a big component of why he's attracted to her in the first place- in that she sees him for who he is, not who he's supposed to be(think Bad End1), nor who she wants him to be(BE2). the only people Jumin has ever felt this gaze from is his dad, Jihyun, and Rika(and by extension, Elizabeth the 3rd).

Rika was special because she was the only woman among them to do so, and thus for a time occupied Jumin's heart in a way he never truly articulated until his own route. for Jumin it could only be a 'what if', and i think that's partially why he ended up investing so much in Elizabeth: he could almost perfectly live out his fantasy of Rika with out any fear of rejection, project all his ideals and on Elizabeth, and she could never disagree since, hey, cat's can't talk. i think the reason Jumin felt this love so deeply is because it was his first even remotely romantic possibility in his life up to that point, rather than him being especially attracted to Rika because of some particular quality about her aside from his perception of her perception of himself.

onto how i think this all comes together in how Jumin and MC's relationship is different and more meaningful; i think they're perfect for eachother. i think Jumin's love for MC isn't only limited to how she sees him, but how she treats him and those around her, he's said on multiple occasions how he finds particular features of hers to be cute like her ears and her sleepy eyes(even when Sarah Choi points out how mob MC looks lol), he loves how she treats him like letting him ramble about vitamin d and looking out for his emotional well being, he loves how she behaves like when she (can) threaten to beat up the people making his life difficult and (can) call him at ungodly hours of the night just to poke fun and mess around. for comparison we never really see him make comments quite like that about Rika, he just says she's kind and beautiful. on top of all of that, Jumin is the fiercely loyal type who's more than willing to keep someone in his life even if they grow to be different than how they met, he cares so much to the point he can't help it.

as an aside, him and Rika could never work out though since they're fundamentally incompatible and would likely both drive the relationship into the ground, it's also a personal belief of mine that Jumin would only stomach Rika's domestic violence to a certain degree, likely the point where she blinded V would be the point where he finally cuts off the relationship, since Jumin doesn't have the same savior complex as V.

as for his, ahem, strong emotions, they are certainly a force to be trifled with, and while i do think how he chooses to express those emotions will gradually peter out to a more reasonable level of dramatic, i still think the depth of his love for MC will remain the same as it did on his day 10, as that's just his nature.

there only real sticking point for his and MC's relationship ever ending prematurely is MC herself. particularly if she ever fell out of love with Jumin. this largely depends on how you see MC, if you're like me, she serves as a self-insert, and then the question becomes what do i see myself having an issue with. i'm also someone who runs away from attention for fear of rejection, so i can see MC subtly sabotaging her and Jumin's relationship as an expression of insecurity and fear. i can also see Jumin fighting for the relationship the second he realizes what is happening for all of the reasons above.

i think everyone has at least a small fear of being replaced, and in MC's situation that fear is more than justified, but the wonderful thing about their relationship is that so long as MC chooses to trust Jumin, that fear will never come to fruition, and once they both overcome that, they will have a long and healthy relationship until Luciel's spaceship explodes and destroys the earth. until then though, i'm gonna keep making comics about them because Jumin's cute and i want me and everyone else to live vicariously though MC(and even Jumin, to and extent, because everyone could use their own MC in their life)

anyway this post is long enough, thank you sm for giving me a reason to ramble away, feel free to send any more thoughts my way >:3c

#you've activated my trap card #hopefully this is coherent because i'm not gonna look it over too much lol #they exist #mysme #jumin han #anon #Anonymous #the raccoon discusses

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martianbugsbunny · 7 months

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Hewwo I saw your ask captaincroc and I wonder if you've got any ideas/headcanons on ABO stuff or au's,,,,, if not or you don't like that trope then maybe for soulmate, like what kind of mark or how they know, who gets it/knows it first or the likes

Also I love thinking about them too hhhhhhhh

Luv ya mate I eat this stuff up :) Gonna stick it under a read more because it turned out to be a long post, like I said I love thinking about these guys. Plus, I know A/B/O universe isn't everyone's thing, so for those who don't partake you can just skip it, it's all chill. As you will see, I answered both parts of this because I am simply rabid for soulmates AUs and I couldn't resist.

I haven't really thought about A/B/O universe stuff for this pairing yet (which is not to say I will not ever in depth, because I like messing around with the dynamics in that kind of universe in my head even tho I've never actually written a fic for it) but like off the top of my head I 100% would steal that thing from The Miller's Daughter and have Hook pledge his firstborn child to Rumple in exchange for a magical favor, as an omega who's never been through a heat before and doesn't believe that he ever will, only for some plant on Neverland or smthn to trigger his first one and since he already made that deal, he realizes the only alpha who's an acceptable mate for him is Rumple, because if they form a bond then maybe, just maybe, Rumple will let him have visitation rights or something. Rumple agrees reluctantly, mostly because he's still working through the issues of letting Bae go, but in the end if he's going to take any resulting child from this heat from Killian, he wants it to be his child and not some random person's. Of course Rumple falls hard for him as he's staying at the castle to recuperate after his heat, but doesn't want to put himself in the vulnerable position of admitting his feelings. Rumple, being magical and because I say so, knows immediately that Hook is indeed carrying his child, and he comes up with the excuse of "well you promised this kid to me so you have to stay here until it's born so I know you're not going to try to abscond with my goods, plus it's going to be mine in the future so I need to make sure you're taking care of it for me now," and Hook buys it because when a guy will take your firstborn child in a bargain, why wouldn't he say that. He falls in love with Rumple over the next nine months, and gradually starts to see through the Dark One veneer as he realizes that Rumple's loved him the whole time, and that's why he's been so fussy (in his own weird way). After the birth (two girls, I think) Rumple stands there watching Hook cradle the babies in his arms, and he says "you know, you've technically already given me a child, after a fashion, by carrying and birthing it, I don't have to actually keep either of them, it would totally mess with my schedule for arranging the Dark Curse anyway," because he hasn't figured out yet that his feelings are reciprocated. Hook argues that a pirate is a man of his word, but suggests they make a small adjustment to the deal: I'll give you my firstborn and my second born and any other children I have because I'm giving myself to you. And they live evilly ever after lol.

As for soulmate AUs, I have already done one of the ones where each person starts to see color only because they meet their soulmate, it is possibly one of my finest works of fanfiction and I'm ridiculously proud of it, but I'm always happy to meditate on other forms of soulmate AU.

I kind of like the idea of a soulmate AU where the mark that appears on each person's skin is something that will only make sense to them once they actually know their soulmate, because that just makes it so much more complicated to actually figure out who your soulmate is. So Rumple would have an image of a sextant right above his heart, and Hook would have...his is a little harder, because Rumple didn't have many material possessions that he was really attached to, but maybe he has...herm, I'm gonna go dramatic on this one and say he has the image of the Dark Curse scroll on his wrist because as far as I can remember (and I could be wrong about this lol) it was not common knowledge that Rumple was behind the curse, I think most people just thought it was Regina, but at the very least nobody really knew why Rumple wanted it cast, so that is something Hook would have to figure out over time.

Ngl I also enjoy the idea of them in an AU where your soulmate's name is on your skin from like the moment you're born, so Rumple would have Killian Jones written on him and Hook would have Rumplestiltskin, they have antagonism of an unspecified nature (idk, maybe it's like the original except Milah only ever refers to Rumple as "the coward" or "my ex-husband" because it ruins the suspense if Hook knows) and as usual it runs all the way into the Curse and when Hook comes to Storybrooke to kill Rumple, because Hook never learned the Dark One's name, and Rumple only heard Hook referred to as "Captain" or "Captain Hook," so neither of them connected the dots. Bonus points if Hook raids Rumple's old village at least a hundred years into his magically extended lifespan, and he finds this old-ass ledger with a record of births in it, and in his infinite wisdoms doesn't realize that this guy who was born a little over a hundred years ago is the same bastard who's also been living a lot longer than he should. I just love the idea of how many narrative hoops they would have to jump through in order to not learn they were each other's soulmate until let's say the moment Hook stabs him; then he catches sight of the name Jones somewhere on Rumple's skin, maybe on his collarbone where people normally wouldn't see it, but he just got stabbed so his shirt has shifted, and of course Hook knows it's himself, but he has to confirm, so he none-too-gently shreds more of Rumple's shirt and yep, there it is, Killian Jones. And then Hook turns right round and decides you know what, I've spent most of my life believing my soulmate lived and died ages before I existed, I'm not going to let him die now even if he is the Dark One, and he fights with the heroes against Cora and he definitely kills her instead of or maybe with Snow.

Thanks for the fun anon, I absolutely loved spending some time on this and I really do hope you see it bc I don't know if you can see when someone answers an anonymous ask you sent in, but tysm for the inspiration!!! Always feel free to send more asks about these guys, I love them so much, and although I don't have much time for writing fics right now, I might be able to use some of this stuff for fics when I do have time, so if there's an idea you want to try planting in my brain bc you want a fic about it, this is totally the way to do it lol.

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avoidantrecovery · 2 years

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Can rejection without recovery cause avpd?

My thoughts have still been with that last ask I received, I'm not sure if it's okay to link the asker here, so I'll refrain from it for now. So, ways to improve avpd? One thing unique to avpd that differentiates it from other mental health issues and PDs, is the aspect of (fear of) rejection and shame. That is at the center of what makes us behave the way we do, makes us avoid etc…

Now, that got me thinking about rejection. Why is it, that others, while they also feel discomfort around rejection and would rather not go through it, the feeling is not so strong that it will keep them from living their life? Nobody likes rejection, and any healthy person imo will avoid it if they can. But, they will also risk going through it for the things they care about. So, why is this feeling so strong with avpd? Here is my theory: rejection without recovery. Please let me know if it rings true for you as well.

I think going through rejection when you have other people to help you recover and re-adjust your nervous system after wards takes away the sting. Picture yourself at a party with some really good friends who love you and want you in their midst. You are happy, well regulated and among people who accept you. Suddenly you see someone whom you like and you decide to try your luck with talking to them. Let's say it doesn't go well, you can return to your group and they'll take you back into their midst, build you back up, reassure you, and console you etc… The rejection felt awful, because it always does, for everyone. But going back to your friends will regulate your nervous system etc… because you have your people. Yes, it stung, yes you might think about it for some days. But the chances of that feeling lingering and potentially developing into toxic shame or worse are small. And what is better, because you are able to self-regulate (by co-regulating with your group) you might push yourself to do this a couple of time until you find someone who likes you back. And voila, the rejection feeling becomes even smaller in your mind.

I think having a space to recover from rejection is the key to it not growing into something toxic. And this is in regards to everything. Being bullied at school, but you have friends outside of school whom you can retreat to? Still sucks, but better than having nobody. And so on.

I remember at one point in middle school I really struggled with spelling and my parents were extremely obsessive about this. They bought me books to practice spelling, some of which were a grade or two ahead of where I was. I was constantly told how I would not be able to finish school and not amount to anything because I could not spell properly. Constant fear-mongering, constant threats. Stuff like that, that lowkey still bobs around in my subconscious, tbh. One day we went to a family function and I was instructed to take my spelling books with me because one of my relatives was a retired teacher. I think it was supposed to be a gotcha-moment for me because the idea was, I guess, to shame me by making me practice with said relative. So a real teacher could tell me just how bad I was, just how bad I needed to be perfect. I should say btw, I practiced every day and did my school work, but that was not enough… Anyway, did the practice with the teacher relative, he marked my work with a red pen and all and just said "you're average". I was so happy! "Make sure you practice these and these words." He really encouraged me and was not angry at all, this was all new to me. And you should have seen my parent's face, they wanted me to get a talking to or at least some shame, they wanted to hear that I was so below average that I needed intervention or something. Instead I was just told I was not bad at all and just to write the words a hundred times. Most of all, I was given a way out, and actual solution: practice = getting better. No threats, no fear mongering, no you are a shit child who can't spell and will live in a cardboard box. Just practice = get better. You have no idea how much this reassured me. I had been panicking before and felt completely rejected by my parents, because they would not accept any improvement that wasn't perfect. Now I felt like a normal kid who just needed to put in more work, I literally still remember the relief and happiness I felt that day. I was able to recover from the rejection of my parents by practicing with this relative who reassured me there was nothing inherently wrong with me.

I say all this to say, my theory is avpd is born out of not being able to retreat to other people who co-regulate (by reassuring us, taking us back into the fold etc…) and thus help us recover from the rejection. If for whatever reason you only have negative people in your life, especially as kids we mainly relate to our parents, shit can get wild. And if the rejection is "big" enough such as being bullied at school, having abusive parents, etc… it can manifest into avoiding other things as well. Because one was never able to work through and regulate that "rejection feeling". I would even go as far as saying, the brain "stores" this rejection experience as larger than life in our system because we were never able to make it smaller by recovering, if that makes sense. So suddenly many things, especially if they are to do with interacting with others, even if it's trivial, seem dangerous. We lose ourselves in either avoiding them entirely, or people-pleasing EVERYONE, just to make sure they don't react negatively. Like, I sometimes obsess over whether the lady at the checkout hates me, because she said this or didn't do that. Meanwhile it doesn't matter at all, like at all! The lady at the checkout does not have to like me, and I can't just starve because I don't want to go to the supermarket. Like???

So, lastly, I'm not saying that having someone in your corner ALWAYS works, but I think a lot of damage can be mitigated. I remember when I was going through the worst of my bulling (this was happening at the same time as the spelling thing), a girl in my school became my friend. I don't even remember how we became friends, and I think she must have noticed that the other girls were giving me hell. But we would play in front of our houses, draw with chalk on the road, ride our bikes. But because we weren't in the same class, I'd rarely see her at school. When we did hang out in school once during breaktime, my bullies did not like that one bit, and I don't think that was a coincidence. Even bullies, perhaps on a instinctual level, know that if their bullied object receives any kind of positive input or support, they might lose control of them. Anyway, I still appreciate that she was my friend during that time, but in the end, it was not enough to mitigate it all. But who knows, maybe I would have been worse off without her.

Now, how to actually use this theory to heal? As usual this is the hardest part. But I think just getting to think about all this is half the way. My money is on making new experiences that allow us to recover from rejection and then overwrite the old experiences. So not just jumping right into trying to grow strong from going into rejection situation haphazardly, but having a support of some kind to help recover. The brain has plasticity and can be changed, so perhaps that is where the solution lies? And I know saying this to a bunch of avpd people is almost laughable, like I myself do not have such a support system of friends currently and I don't even know how to begin building one. It's a catch 22, but that is all I have right now. Maybe a good therapist could be the stand in support here?

TLDR: Rejection and fear of rejection is normal for everyone. However, we need to recover and regulate our nervous systems after rejection. If we are not able to do this, the rejection might loom larger in our minds (and nervous systems) and begin to fester into toxic shame or avoidance. Bigger rejections, can cause bigger damage. Healing might lie in being able to make new experiences that allow for recovery and thus override the old experiences?

#avpd #avoidant personality disorder #avoidant #avoidance #trauma #cptsd #people pleasing #avpd ramblings

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freebirdyance · 2 years

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Does anyone in this manor have their shit together? The DA had seen it all go down, of course, complete with Asterius deciding that simply disappearing was the best way to go about solving his problems, and Yancy being left behind to pick up the pieces, as he always seemed to be. They hadn't been spying. They were arguing in their house! Or... Close enough. They technically were the house? Whatever. The point was, they knew Yancy was upset. And he'd been upset so often, lately. If it wasn't Mark's stupid story biting him in the ass, Asterius pitching a fit, his seer abilities rearing their ugly head, or relationship woes enough to fill a thousand soap opera seasons over, it was something else. Didn't he deserve a break? Didn't he deserve better than this? They follow him closely as he drives, the tug of the narrative pulling them along easily as he parks in front of the bar and heads inside. They feel useless. He needs someone to listen to him. To offer support, to be there for him, and anyone who could is too wrapped up in all this bullshit to be of any use. Asterius is the problem, Random's still nursing a broken heart, Mark's himself, and the DA... Well. Maybe they can try something. Yancy's still a character, after all. They'd met him once in the stories, and wasn't this just another plot line? There were plenty of background characters they could be. An extra. A kind face. A friendly stranger. How hard could it be, really? They'd spent an eternity being shoved into roles already... Maybe it was time for them to choose one for once. It takes some time. Enough that Yancy's already sat down and texted Mark while they're trying to figure out how to do this properly, thinking very hard about being behind the bar, seeing him in person, offering their help, being real, just for a little while, just long enough to see him, to speak to him... They blink and they're there. A glance down at themselves and the shining bar top reveals they've slipped into the body of... Someone. The name tag says Alicia. They can feel her somewhere in the back of their borrowed mind, confused, scared, and they soothe her into the subconscious to sleep while they take over for a bit. They don't do anything bad. It's only temporary. They're not Mark, after all. They slide over to his end of the bar, a sudden onset of nerves hitting them. Which is silly. They've talked to him plenty before, but the last time they'd had an actual body, eyes to see him with, hands to touch him with, it'd been back in Happy Trails, and it'd been different, then. They'd only just met him. But now... They shake it off. It doesn't matter. What matters now is Yancy. "Hey," they say in a voice not theirs. It feels strange to feel the words move through a real throat, vibrate though vocal chords, thrum through their bones. "What can I get you?"

Yancy was sitting at the bar, elbows on the counter, fingers kneading circles into his forehead. The low din of chatter served as adequate background noise. The karaoke set up in the corner was far enough away to not be overly harsh.

Which left the ex-convict with his thoughts.

Potential relationships had crossed his mind before he was released for parole. He knew there would be ups and downs, adjustments, compromises. Not only did he ever think that he'd fall in love with two people, but that one of them would be a stubborn ass of a Minotaur that was thousands of years old.

Nor did Yancy think the other would be...well, his God basically. But that was a whole other thing, and surprisingly enough, not the big issue now.

Yancy was hurt. All the attempts at understanding and trying to help couldn't stop that from making his chest clench. Mark would probably have better luck...

The voice to his left makes him raise his head, plastering on a kind smile as he quickly takes in the name on her tag. "Sorry, yeah...Alicia. Can I get a rum and coke, please...ah, better make it a double. And a cheeseburger."

He was going to need something in his stomach for a night like this.

#thanks for writin' (ask)#frxgments of frxgments #attie (the da)

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mbti-notes · 1 year

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Anon wrote: First of all, happy holidays! I hope that you can spend them with the people precious to you and can rest your energies for next year.

Okay, so this is a bit about communication issues with my parents. I have autism with sensory hypersensitivity in general, specifically misophonia. Loud noises (especially high-pitched ones) REALLY hurt my ears. The problem is that both my parents have a tendency to scream without warning whenever something displeases them in a conversation.

My father talks really loudly normally (I think he has hearing loss) and when he gets excited, he shouts your ear off. He's like that all the time and I really like him, so the best I can do is just stand a bit far away when he's talking since he gets really angry and offended when you ask him to tone down a bit.

My mother talks at a reasonable volume, but every time she gets angry at something you say (she perceives everything as a personal attack and doesn't really get that I'm autistic and what it truly entails. To her, it's a limiting label I can overcome with enough will), she will scream at you out of the blue. I ask her to tone down because it hurts and I'm listening just fine, sometimes she will, most of them she'll just accuse me of making her angry in purpose, say I use the "wrong" words (I have no idea what she means and when I ask her to clarify, she says "I should know" as if I'm neurotypical, but go off, I guess lol) or start getting even angrier. I'm not accusing her of anything, I'm just calmly asking her to speak a little less loudly because it hurts when she talks like that and that I'm listening just fine.

I spent a time living by myself at uni, so I got used to them not screaming my ear anymore, so now that I'll spend the holidays at home, it's truly an issue. I suspect my mother has some type of personality disorder because if she perceives any sort of "accusation" in what you're saying, she'll berate at you. I'm not saying anything bad for her to flip off like that. It happens with my father as well, but he'll just scream back at her and it'll become unbearable to be around them at those times.

Do you have any suggestions on how can I talk to them a bit to minimize this issue? It truly hurts, so it's not something I can just pretend it's fine, when you're in physical pain, it becomes unbearable to pretend it's not that, but I really like them and want to be around them. Thanks, have a nice xmas

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I wish you happy holidays as well, though it may be a challenge. Your parents sound like... quite the characters. As a general rule of thumb, when you are faced with a situation that cannot be changed or people who will never change, most of your options fall into three categories: accept, adapt, or avoid.

I relate to your pain. I also can't physically tolerate shouting and screaming. I'm not autistic but I have immense sensitivity to certain loud noises, to the point where it feels like my brain melts and I will collapse. For example, when I'm working on my car and I have to turn on the shop-vac, the noise of that thing just punctures a big hole in my being. Others just deal with it and can't understand why it's debilitating for me. Some sufferers try a kind of graduated exposure therapy, where they expose themselves to louder and louder noises to gradually get used to them, but it hasn't worked for me.

Since I can't change my physical sensitivity and I can't always change the sound environment, I keep a set of earplugs handy whenever it's likely I'll be subjected to very loud noises. I found some discreet looking ones and I sometimes use hat/hair to cover them up as needed, but people are usually understanding once I explain the problem. I learned to adjust them into a position where I can still hear what people say while volume is reduced.

I'm not saying this is an ideal solution or that it will work for you. I'm only saying that practical problems need practical solutions, so you have to be creative and find a way to adapt.

#sensitivity #misphonia #autism #ask

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ii-zi · 2 years

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I've taught my entire life.

I'm an oldest sister, as well as an older cousin. I've raised other people's children for years. I've been shoved children of all ages at every single gathering, party, etc I've been.

More often than not I find (or found, as it's been quite a few years since I was last "in public) myself surrounded by children, young and not so young, when I'm clearly not nearly the only grown person around. Most of the time I don't even know them.

I've taught entire lessons after the teachers were done with them because, apparently, a child was better at adjusting the material to make it understandable than an adult professor. I can still repeat almost word by word some of the strategies I used as far as in middle school to help the kids, who even their own parents had “given up” with, finish their algebra class work.

Breaking down concepts, reshaping explanations; taking an elaborated, alien idea and giving it to others in the form of metaphors or more digestible examples; helping just for the sake of it. I've never known anything else, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

But it's not a matter of attention or regret.

I've always done it because I genuinely enjoy it. I love being helpful. I love being the step, the little push people needed to go through what was giving them trouble. If I had to think of an ideal job I'd just sit somewhere and wait for people to come to me with their current issue, however big or small, to see what can I help them with.

I've always enjoyed it, and have internalized my entire world through these lenses. Nothing brings me more joy than having just the right info, just the right skill to get someone out of a predicament.

And I've never received any form of payment. I've not once asked for it. I don't really need it, since it's doing it what brings me so much happiness in on itself. But it always makes me happy when someone I've helped before remembers and comes asking for help later on, or sends somebody my way because they knew I'd be of help.

I have very little desire to have kids, since I know I'm in no shape to be my own main support, much less a kid's. Not even considering giving birth either, since I wouldn't dare make an innocent creature have to deal with the genes that have done to me what they did.

Yet I still find myself explaining to no one simple life concepts. Often I realize I've been standing still in the same spot for who knows how long, making up entire child-tailored explanations about all of those things I had to teach myself about life, about reality, about people, etc. Making it a little easier for the children than don't exist.

But I know this isn't some sort of unconscious desire to have children that I'm "repressing". I've done more than enough caretaking for a life, though I don't regret it, for it has brought me more than enough joy.

It's specially after those little moments that I realize how much of myself I'm missing, how much of myself I'm actively losing, how much I've always missed the me that never really existed.

I'm slipping through my own fingers, and it's in those moments that I cherish so much, that I'm faced with the reality that my life will never be even remotely what it was.

And I don't mean in an "unavoidable change that comes with time" way. I mean, in the most literal way possible, that every waking moment I'm not lost in thought I'm actively hit on the face with the world shattering realization that I'm losing grasp of the one thing that previously had never failed me, my one and only joy, my biggest pride.

I'm the only one living inside my own mind and body, and the one who has to bear with the weight of knowing I'll never get my mind back.

I never lost hope for the recovering of my body, since I never had any on the first place. I know there are things both inside and outside that could be changed that could make existence in it a bit easier, but I've never thought I was broken or wrong for having a body that “doesn't work".

And I don't blame myself (or my mind, for all that matters) for what's happened to my own mind. I don't think any less of myself for it, and I certainly don't expect (and don't allow) any change in how people see me. I don't think it's any type of sin or whatever to need more help, to be able to do less things, to "achieve less".

I know myself and my own limits, and I don't give myself grief over any of them.

But it's so hard not to think about what's been lost. It's so, so hard not to cry for all those little joys I'll never experience again. It's so hard every time I realize how long it's been since the last time I truly helped someone with my own abilities, how long it's been since I brought any joy to myself and not via external means.

And it's just so baffling to me, noticing how people refuse to see it, when it's been eating me from the inside. Being told to my own face that it's temporary, I'm making it up, it's all in my mind, it doesn't exist, you're stronger than than, don't let it affect you.

It's absolutely unexplainable to me, the fact that everyone simply prefers to pretend nothings going on. I'm not pretending nothing's happening, I'm working my own way through all the difficulties that come with it, slowly working my way through the pain that accepting it brought me.

I, the one directly affected in every single aspect of my own life, didn't allow myself to deny it. Maybe I couldn't afford to, I don't know. Maybe I'm the only one seeing it because it's me.

But if I'm in this much pain because of so many things I have no control over, if I'm struggling this much just to keep going, how can they all just let themselves turn a blind eye to it? Blame me for it?

Sometimes I rationalize it, thinking it must be really hard on anyone else to change their entire perspective around a whole person. But I'm standing right in the middle of it. It's everything I've ever known, of course I wouldn't have noticed earlier. Of course I'm going through such lengths just to process it. But to anyone else who doesn't have to live with it, on it. To anyone else who has something to compare it, to compare me to, shouldn't it had been obvious? Shouldn't they have seen it coming already? Weren't there any signs at all? Wasn't i worth enough for them to notice anything or am I just such a master at hiding it all?

It's not even worth it to complain about what they didn't, or refused to see. But if I'm never getting back "what I lost", why is it so hard for everyone else to understand that they aren't either? Why do they all seem to expect to get back all that I lost of myself, just for them, when I couldn't even do it for myself, when I matter so much to me?

#it's insane lol. i refuse to soften any part of it for absolutely anyone else #im not flattening my load just for anyone else to feel better about ignoring my struggle #I've not once blamed myself. not once overestimated my own capacity (or underestimated. but that's an entirely different tale)#if i dont allow myself to worsen my own load for my own benefit. why does everyone else expect me to do it for them. why are they all #so angry. so disappointed. so frustrated about it #why can't they just let me chill lol I've always been way more help when unbothered. I've raised entire kids while being a kid myself #and they all came out great lol. but only bc i was willingly being helpful. bc i did it for my own joy. why are they trying to squeeze the #life out of me djdjjdjf let me rest #(i don't mean my parents btw i mean like. the World™)#ft #long post

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No because I literally just saw somebody refer to Dabi as the "root" of the League's toxic nature. There's so much wrong with that statement I can't even wrap my head around it.

L O L

I think my favorite part of that statement is that it implies that if Touya were like...removed from the LOV, that they would be this perfect, well-adjusted, not-completely-mentally-unstable-at-all little friend group. Like yeah, Touya being there totally kills their chances of being a perfect happy family with no issues, because they didn't all have issues well before meeting Touya or anything 🙄.

Well, first lemme say that I don't know if "toxic" is the right word for them tbh. They're very unstable individuals and they are absolutely NOT doing each other any favors. Spinner is not helping Shigaraki in any way, Toga is not helping Touya in any way, Touya and Toga both are not helping Shigaraki in any way, and Shigaraki isn't helping any of them in any way. Idk I guess when I hear "toxic" I think of soured relationships where they just hurt each other over and over, and that's not really the case with the LOV. They all need help individually lol.

With that being said, I have a lot more to say on this.

You've opened up a can of worms for me so here I go I guess lol:

Idk if I should guess that this is a villain hater comment or that one corner of the villain-standom that hates Touya specifically, but either way this take is still dumb.

I wrote a whole thing a while back about how the LOV ALL have tunnel vision to some degree, not just Touya! So enough with blaming him already lolol.

Anyway that actually really irks me because there is honestly nothing about the LOV that is healthy, happy, or well-adjusted. I really hate the take that they're this happy friend group who are destroying society for funsies, when in actuality it's a severely neglected group of young adults (and one teen) who have lost all healthy emotional outlets and have zero capacity to deal with their emotions and trauma in a manner that doesn't involve lashing out at others. And absolutely none of that has to do with Touya 😂

In fact it's literally the opposite? I mean Shigaraki went on an entire spiel about how literally no matter what he will never feel good again? There wasn't really anything in that speech that implied that having the LOV in his life would suddenly change that. They'd been there with him the whole time and he still felt that way....so idk where the sentiment came from that he was like....happy with them lol.

Spinner literally only feels like a real person with an existence if he finds something to follow in someone else (which is a character flaw!).

Toga still feels unsatisfied in never having her love returned because she isn't able to find a healthy way to express it. She found it with Twice and the LOV, but they clearly weren't enough to fill the gaping hole in her heart. Hence her chasing after and seeking validation from the handful of UA kids consistently throughout the story.

Touya...I mean do I need to say more? His tunnel vision is so bad he was able to watch Shigaraki writhe on the floor and just impatiently tap his foot waiting for the go-ahead from AFO. He's focused on his dad and that's it. I mean....idk what else to say. I think that disappointed some people and that's understandable, but that's his character. His arc is tied to his family.

So....all in all, no lol Touya is not the reason for the LOV's "toxicity". And he's definitely not the reason for their individual misery, that was already present in all of them well before the LOV formed. Sooo yeah. But let them continue to think that lol

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"Dude" — Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

Summary: Your former bully, Midori, has confessed her undying love for one of the most famous guys at U.A.; you're just venting gossiping about it with Mei, not knowing Bakugou Katsuki is right around the corner, listening;

Warnings: None. Well, Bakugou Katsuki having various anger induced strokes > the normal > no warnings; light crackfic? subtle ending;

Word count: 4.5k;

[ Part 2 ];

"She confessed to him." You grinned, throwing a bunch of fries into your mouth like the absolute animal you were.

Mei on the other hand continued her work on whatever in the world her new prototype, or "baby", was. Still, you had the honor of having half of her attention, which was a compliment to say at least.

She just smiled, shaking her head, leading you to continue, not knowing a blond was quite literally behind the corner, just outside the door leading to the support department, frown on his face.

"She came to class giggling like an idiot saying she's got a plan." You made a face into the distance, remembering your classmate's obnoxious squeal. "Ugh, she started telling the Divas how she's gonna have The Bakugou Katsuki in the bag." An ugly snort left your body, which earned an amused chuckle from Mei.

Both of you were pretty well known to be very good friends, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were both quite the social pariahs too. She was a little bit strange or weird, as some called her, but not for a single second she cared, which was the reason you admired the girl so much in the first place. Meanwhile you've taken the role of the bitch of the whole school by far. Sadly, you were placed in the same class as your archenemy, only increasing your chances of being called said endearing term.

Middle-school was a nightmare to say at least, getting bullied for your looks, the way you spoke or dressed, anything really as long as you were the one being mocked. And who was the one doing the bullying? Midori. Stunning, graceful, baby-faced Midori. Petite yet elegant, a devil in disguise. Whoever crossed her path suffered her malice unless she had something to gain from them.

And now, sweet Midori was in the U.A.'s General Studies, coinciding with you in the majority but not all classes. It had to do with the tragedy that your quirk was so rare that the principal Nezu had to adjust a new schedule just for you. Just kidding, it was amazing. The actual tragedy was seeing her face every day.

Back to your heartbreaking backstory and origin; time made you tough, comments made you build a wall so tall and thick nobody could crumble it. Backstab after backstab made you learn that not everyone has good intentions, but in your loneliness you found Hatsume Mei. So honest and dedicated, so raw and passionate. A good person. The type of person your parents promised you'd someway cross paths with and gain such a strong friendship that nothing could tear it apart.

Becoming friends with her was easy, kinda. It took snapping back at Midori when she started her normal bullying routine on Mei, which ignored it without a care. You stepped in and the rest is history. It did feel good though, calling her a pathetic bitch before turning to the stranger with a cool gadget in her hands to compliment it. And, since she's a sucker for her babies, you had to deal with an hour of sparkly eyes and monologues about her plans and prototypes.

Funny girl, Mei. You remember thinking but the following day you passed by her usual spot to fill your curiosity, asking if she did solve the problem she was complaining about.

"He was the one she was planning to ask out?" She screamed at you, head inside a giant metal gauntlet and the reason you two started talking about said man in particular. News were extra-fresh anyway.

"Oh, yeah!" You shook your head, ashamed to exist in the same general proximity as a person like your former bully. "He's gonna be so rich and famous!" A high pitched squeal left your mouth as you tried to copy her voice. "Poor fucking guy, if only he knew."

"But people know she's a bitch!" She screamed again, repairing or adjusting something with almost all of her body inside the gauntlet. A smile, genuine and soft this time, formed on your face. The pink-haired girl wasn't one to talk bad about others or even care, but it was clear she wasn't particularly fond with Midori either, although the conversation was more for you to vent rather than gossip. Sure it was.

"Like the people from the Hero Department even care about us, the commoners." With a roll of the eyes, you followed. "If he's smart, he'll run away. If he's an asshole, he could use her too."

"What do you mean?" Pink flocks of hair suddently submerged from the gadget, eyes curious zooming on you. That probably got more than 50% of her attention and it was a new personal goal while she was at the workshop.

With shrugged shoulders, your answer came nonchalant. "He could date her and dump her like she's nothing. Would serve her right for all the shit she's talking about him." But the only response you got was a short quizzical look, followed by your exagerated sigh. "She's talking shit about him constantly, but then says he's hot and that his personality doesn't matter anyway. Money, fame, looks. She has a whole fucking life-plan! Then calls him a rabid dog!"

"Woah—" that surprised her.

"Woah indeed! Insane. It's insane. I don't know the guy but no one deserves that shit." When you got no response, you continued your speech, munching in the food with passionate hunger, words coming out almost indistinguishable. "Doubt he'd play her though. He looks like a smart guy. I've seen the Sports Festival—" you picked up your burger, giving it heart eyes. "—and I've seen the news. He's probably a good guy too, the issue is people don't see that and... Well, I understand what's it to be judged... Not many have what it takes to be a real hero but he does. Hope he finds happiness in life." Much talk for someone that doesn't know shit about the guy in particular, but even so faint, your gut instinct was trained well enough to spot malice and he lacked that. "And a therapist." And there's the little shit in you that had to drop a cheeky comment.

Mei's gaze turned downwards and even if you could see her brain do mental gymnastics to solve whatever problem she had in front of her super-eyes, she also contemplated your words with great care.

"He comes here from time to time—" she grins, smacking the grenade looking gauntlet with her weird utensil. "I noticed you two are similar." Your face twisted, eyes wide towards the girl.

Similar how? He was loud, bold with a foul mouth, definitely needed a therapist for those unresolved anger issues... But he was also bright as in whenever he went, people looked in his direction, like he shined; obviously strong, also from what you've heard smart, popular, lucky to be surrounded by kind people. Example being that very nice pink girl that had a joyous conversation with you the very first day of school and, much to your surprise, continued greeting and having sweet small talks with you every single time you saw each other. Or the blond haired guy that showed off a little bit too much and made dumb flirty comments with no bad intentions, the same blond that waved at you with enthusiasm when you'd cross paths. There was the red-head, Kirishima, that was an absolute gentleman, opening doors for you even if you had two functioning hands and smiled so bright it made your corneas burn, or also the dark haired guy, Sero, that you've seen helping literally anyone in need around the school campus with an easy going attitude and gentle grins. Bakugou Katsuki was surrounded by good people, good heroes just as amazing as him and if they liked him, he must've definitely had some good in him, right? Another point appeared in your mental presentation about the brash hero in the making was that he was way too attractive but the wise burried deep inside of you made that particular point dissappear. No need to think about that. Overall you weren't even remotely similar. Not even close. Two completely different human beings from two completely different worlds that would never collide. With that being said, there was the small chance that Mei hinted for you to get a therapist too, who knows.

"How even—"

"I mean!" She screwed something in place. "I mean in your— determination?"

"I wouldn't know that." You muttered.

"He screams I'm gonna be the best every time he's here—"

"Cute..." You vomit that endearment without thinking, but thankfully it got ignored.

"—and it always reminds me of you." A small chuckle left your mouth.

"Don't make fun of me."

"You say it too~"

"I just heal, Mei, it's not the same." Principal Nezu's speech, the speech he gave your parents months into the first year as they found themselves aware of your power made you hold your words. You had it in you. The potential. If incredible people like your teachers, like Shuzenji Chiyo or Principal Nezu twisted things around for your quirk, for how rare and powerful it is, you'd accept it.

"But you're gonna be the best healer ever, aren't you?" She taunted.

"Of course. Which reminds me—!"

"Hmm?" Her attention faded away slightly, but it wasn't a problem.

She cheered, both at you and at her finished masterpiece and proceeded to eat too, passing through the lunch hour without interruption.

"Recovery Girl is putting me on active duty at the infirmary from now on. Finally!"

Innocent pale purple eyes stared into deep crimson ones, furrowed brows covering them.

—

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't one to enjoy being annoyed or surprised and this extra managed to make him feel both things in a short notice.

Everyone around him froze in fear or wonder, awaiting his response without breathing or moving an inch. Meanwhile Whoever-she-was held a pink envelope in front of him, a perfume too sweet coming from it making him want to literally gag in the spot.

Another thing the boy did not appreciate was to have someone bullshit him. His senses were telling him to back off, alarms ringing in his head and those purple eyes held hidden intentions; he wasn't having any of it.

"Fuck off." He snapped, yet his stance was casual as he refused to move out of her way since she was the one that had the audacity to run into him.

Some gasps, even coming from his so-called idiotic friends, could be heard and an indignant Bakubro behind him as he got slapped in the shoulder but he did not care. Not until her lips started to tremble as she retreated her confession letter towards her chest dramatically. His eyebrow started to twitch at the sight.

It was a spectacle for anyone surrounding him.

"What's going on?" Shushes and whispers.

"Bakugou Katsuki just got a confession!" Gossip.

"What!? Who?!" Confusion.

"You said Bakugou Katsuki?!" Shock.

"Oh, she's pretty!" Awe.

"He told her to Fuck off! What an asshole!" Outrage.

"Is that Midori?" Surprise.

"The nerve—" Anger.

"Midori from—" Disbelief.

"Oh, my God, she's really doing it~!" Giggles.

He frowned deeper. If people were to talk about him, they should be talking about all the crap he's been doing and all the lives he saved, not because of a fake bimbo decided to cross his path.

Bakugou wasn't stupid either. With time he knew these things would eventually come in his direction, stuff he'd have to deal with in the future as fame would take over, but not now. He did not have time to entertain this show anyway.

There was only one destination in his mind and she was keeping him in the middle of the whole school cafeteria with prying eyes on them both.

"Bakugou, do something, she's about to cry!" Dunce Face harshly whispered, but turned towards the white haired girl that looked devastated in front of them. "Ignore him! Ask me out, I would never make you cry!"

He rolled his eyes so back in his head it almost hurt. With a need to hurl the food he just ate, he made a step to leave the scene but small hands with claw-like fingernails gripped his arm and he looked at her in utter disgust.

"No, I would never! He—" she sniffled but had no tears in her eyes. He gave her a scowl, trying to take his arm out of her grip but she scratched him in place with her tiny rat hands. "You're the one I love! I—" her bangs covered her face as she continued her show.

"Bakugou! Dude! Do something!" Shitty Hair said, his dumb and blind trust in people buying the act. A vein almost popped on Bakugou's forehead.

"I fucking said—" he pulled his arm so hard she fell on her knees by his side. "Fuck. Off."

Another set of gasps filled the room.

"Bakugou!"

One thing he did not want, even if he could tell it was a foul theater, was to hurt somebody. His asshole act ended at that but his pride stopped him from saying anything.

Glancing to see if she's hurt, Pink Idiot was by her side, helping her up and asking way too many fucking questions.

"No, I'm fine..." she said with such a meek voice he scoffed, also hearing all the shit everyone around him was talking.

"He's such a brute."

"What a mean guy—"

"She's crying!"

"Fucking asshole."

He gritted his teeth.

After the disaster with the League of Villains in the first year, people started to respect him for who he was yet one single, minuscule shit like this and they were all at his jugular.

"I took Bakugou-san by surprise." She excused his behavior to Ashido, which then suggested they should eat lunch together sometimes to make up for the trouble after apologizing in his behalf.

"Yeah, we'd love to have you around! Isn't that right, Bakugou?" The apologetic and almost pleading voice of his blond friend, if he ever was going to call him that anymore, just made him bare his teeth. If they wanted to get played like fools it was their problem, not his.

And that's how he found himself eavesdropping on the weirdo and an extra.

And with a single "Whatever." he left the cafeteria, going to check if his gauntlets were ready, annoyance oozing off him, making the sea of people part from his path. Except he didn't notice you rushing away a little bit in front of him, holding a bag of food, all amused.

Why the fuck was everyone talking about him? Can't they fucking keep his pretty name outta their mouths? With time and without finding a reason why the hell he was glued in place, he listened attentively, his suspicions confirmed and his ego hurt, but whoever was talking about him calmed his nerves a lot. He just needed to put a face to that voice. Just to see who's gossiping about him, nothing else.

—

With a full belly and a whole afternoon to study by Recovery Girl's side, you marched towards the infirmary after you bid your farewell to Mei. There was still time to walk around, grab something sweet for later and save any poor soul that Midori decided to sink her teeth in. It was common at this point, you getting in between her and her victims and taking the hit, yet somehow also being called a bitch by everyone. That's how high-school worked. She did have friends and they spread any word she spat. Vultures.

It was fine though. Hero [Y/N] is there to save the day no matter what. You scoffed at your own stupidity, turning the corner just to step on a leg that was sprawled on the floor.

He clicked his tongue, getting up with no worry in the world, but made no action to leave, settling for observing and analyzing you way too intensely.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, idiot." The man of the hour, the guy you've defended in front of your friend just screamed at you as he dusted off the imprint of your shoe left on his pants. Meanwhile you just paled in place before regaining your composture.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" You said, tilting your head with a frown, already knowing you will not apologize.

Unimpressed by what was going on, even if you truly couldn't point out what really was going on, you made an attempt to move past him towards the vending machines not far behind, but he caught your arm in a firm grip.

You blinked stupidly at the skin contact.

"Heard you were talkin' shit."

Your stomach dropped. Legs almost gave up too if it weren't for his iron grip holding you still. In the silence and at the satisfaction of the reaction you let out, he smirked and raised his chin, only Mei's singing voice coming from her workshop could be heard. Realization hit you. Hit you? Bitchslapped you in the face and left a mark for sure, because your cheeks started feeling heated, tingly.

He dragged you away, maybe to have the privacy to murder you in peace, but your common sense kicked in and you came back from the land of the mortified.

Much like he did before, action you saw with your two own eyes and repeated, you pulled out of his strong grip and stared as he turned towards you, mouth already opened to probably eat you alive.

"I wasn't talking shit about you, dude." You quickly spoke first.

"You don't fucking know me." He growled back, taking a step towards you but like hell you'd back down.

"Don't need to be besties to say what I said." Without understanding why he was so agitated, the only thing left to do after this beautiful turn of events was to defend the honor remaining in you, so you raised your chin to be at par with him. The action clearly took him by surprise, making him glare more, if even possible.

"I don't fucking appreciate when extras talk about me behind my back!"

"I don't give a shit what you appreciate, dude." Your laugh was the complete opposite of his menacing loud voice, like ying and yang.

"Bakugou, the name's fucking Bakugou, you extra!" Bakugou recovered quickly at your snappy self, getting more bothered as you talked.

"Okay, dude." His hands fisted, shaking in place as he stared you down but did not continue.

Silence; the hallway was now filled with silence as he boiled in his own anger and as you raised your brows in confusion. Now what? Was it time to leave? You've never met anyone like him, this was peculiar—

"NOW IT'S WHEN YOU FUCKING TELL ME YOUR SHITTY NAME, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!"

A second passes; two; at the third you're wheezing your lungs out, laughing at the ridiculousness of the scenario.

"What the fuck are you LAUGHING AT?!" His voice got louder just to top your howling. You did not expect that.

Through a sigh, regaining your breath, you say "It's [L/N] [Y/N].", seeing him retreat in his form and cross his arms. He was still seizing you up.

"If you have shit to say to me, say it to my fucking face, understood?"

"I—... Say what now?"

"I—." He copied in a mock, getting an incredulous look from you. "You stupid or what?" Your upper lip lifted, ready to cuss him to infinity and beyond but he continued. "Like about that bitch from before and shit—" even if he still was loud, he placed his hands in his pockets and looked more interested in the way the tiles on the wall were placed instead of your person. "An' like you told the weirdo—"

No time to be shocked at the implied; his last word enraged you, making your body shake with rage. "Don't fucking dare to call her a weirdo ever again."

Like a challenge, he snapped his face back at you, ready to take it.

"Or what?"

"Listen here, fucker—" now that was a nice surprised face he was pulling. "Just because I gave you a pat on the back in there doesn't mean you can disrespect people just because you think you're the shit. You're not. Now get out of my fucking way." With a final push to his shoulder, your mind was focused on going to the infirmary, steam almost coming out of your nostrils.

"Hey, extra!"

Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him. went through your mind, marching away without a glance back. Not until—

"[L/N]! You're a healer, hah?" That's interesting. He stood where you left him, watching.

"What's it to you?"

Someone sane would've left at your tone but this guy walked towards you then showed you his arms, recently scratched. Images came back to you about the cafeteria incident but did not underst—... did he want to get healed?

You scoffed.

"They're scratches, dude."

"They annoy me. Now heal." All the energy you had left in your body was channeled towards the slow blink you threw at him, at which he scoffed. But they did look nasty— and Midori did them. It was a curse by itself to look down at your own arms and remember that face, so the guardian angel in you decided to take control and be the better person.

Gentle fingers barely tapped his muscular arm. Smile crept up on your lips, feeling absolutely delighted at his obvious stiffness at the skin contact and the clear interest in his eyes, specially when the scratches started disappearing into nothing, leaving smooth silk skin under.

"Hey— Wha— Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" raspy voice got lost in the distance and one thought in your head.

"Want a lollipop for being a good patient too?" You mock and his face explodes in all shapes of red. It would've been great to mock him more, enthralled by his reactions, but with that you turned and left, ignoring the tingling under your fingers that should not be there and your stomping heart.

Did he wait all the lunchbreak to talk to you?

—

A long queue was ahead of you, earning the longest sigh out of your lungs. Life was pain sometimes. Mei couldn't hang out, food was too far away, the delicious croissants Lunch Rush made ran out as far as you could see. Pain. Just pure pain.

And disappointment. When you walked away with your food in a bag, maybe to sit under a tree and enjoy some peace and quiet, you saw her. Midori sitting at a table you did not expect. At the same table where Ashido Mina, Denki Kaminari, Kirishima Eijirou and Hanta Sero sat at. Good people. Honest, good people about to get bitten by a snake. If she was there, then Bakugou decided—

"You. Sit."

Thinking about the boy somehow summoned him behind you. Food in hand and bored expression on his face, he passed you not without giving you a stink eye. Indeed, disappointment.

You shrugged, trying not to pay much attention to the pang in your heart as you moved forward, but a voice— his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"You. Get the fuck out of my face." His growl made everyone around him turn to watch, you being one of them. There was no excuse to what came next, no way to run away past it and dissappear. He nodded his head at you out of all people and pointed at the seat still occupied by Midori; her purple eyes big, shocked, running between your frame and the blond's.

Do you know what it felt to be put in the spotlight without warning? Well, congratulations because that was your life now.

"Ba—Bakugou-san?" Her voice, now highed up and meek followed, then a small scream as Bakugou slammed his food on the table. His friends sat there, wide-eyed, but made no attempt to interrupt.

"Did I fucking stutter, bitch? Or want me to turn into a rabid dog for fucking real?"

You choked on your own spit, bag of goodies about to drop on the floor once you saw her horrified face. She knew that he knew. And when her pale eyes, filled with sudden malice, act dropped, turned to you it's when you realized she figured out where he found out from.

Not like you cared, really, but the little shit that always had to poke out every time she was in the same room as you decided to finally show up, making you wave and send her a wink.

"I said MOVE!" now— that growl, raspy and filled with anger startled her. The orange juice in her hands spilled all over her uniform and woke her up from whatever delusion she was in. With zero time to reconsider, every belonging of hers was picked up with trembling hands and she ran away to her group of cockroaches.

A smile was already settled on your face; your brain was storing that whole interaction deep within, ready to bring it back up whenever you needed a good laugh.

Life was pain and disappointment, you say? No. Life was great. Or more importantly, Bakugou was. Not like he needed to know. But he was a decent guy as he proved—

"THE FUCK YOU STANDING THERE LIKE A DUMBASS?! I SAID SIT!" —to be a pain in the fucking ass and the bane of your existence.

You gave him a face then turned to walk away, even rushing more when you heard his chair screeching on the floor. The exit was so close, so near, freedom never felt this great, the sunlight kissing your skin giving you a new hope to live. But not for long because he grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards his table.

Your hand was in his hand and he was dragging you—

Your hand— his big, warm, a little bit sweaty hand—

How could you ruin such a beautiful moment? Eyes on you two, shocked, silence, his adorable red ears being the only thing you could see as he was completely in front of you, still dragging you towards his friends...

"Did you wait all lunchbreak yesterday to talk to me?" You collided into him as you finished the sentence, his way taller form stiffened so much you felt you single-handedly broke Bakugou Katsuki for good.

But when he turned... Oh, when he turned. Biggest deer-caught-in-the-headlights eyes you've ever seen on anyone, cheeks painted so red you almost melted in the spot, lips trembling as his head worked a thousand miles per second just to find a retort. And you prepared yourself for—

"NO, I FUCKING DIDN'T! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU FUCKING EXTRA? I'D NEVER WAIT FOR SOMEONE LIKE YO— ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" Mina's waving hand caught your attention and smiled at her. Your hand was still in his, gripped harshly as he still hasn't noticed it's still there.

"Hey! [L/N], long time no see!" She cheered, ignoring the living shit out of her screaming friend, like she's used to it.

"FUCKING LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU—"

"Hey, chill, dude. Now let go of my hand, I wanna talk to Ashido." You smiled sweetly, making extra effort to wave your linked hands arond until he finally noticed. He zapped his hand away so fast, like he's been bitten by a wild animal. Maybe even a rabid dog, if you will.

You couldn't ignore your own flustered state as you walked past him, giving him a one up, adding the absolute scandalized face he had into the back of your mind for safekeeping.

"Come sit with us!" The pinkette offered.

"Oh, hey, I know you! You're by Hatsume's workshop all the time!" Kirishima intervened with a surprised face that broke into a grin. "Nice to officially meet—"

"I fucking said." he appeared, sitting in front of you. "My name's Bakugou."

"Ok, dude, but I'm talking to someon—"

"BAKUGOU KATSUKI!" Could be heard from the stratosphere.

Note: I just realized Midori means Green [ fucking duh ] but I'm not gonna change the name or her description. I think her parents fucking up her name was the start of many accidents leading into the Midori we all know and hate. Also, I know you understand. We all know a Midori in our lives. Much love.

Note 2: I keep editing it but tumblr dot com slash Install App on Phone fucks my editing and switches paragraphs all around! If you find any PLEASE tell me, I'd really appreciate it!!!

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha #noire writes #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #i just wanted to make myself uwu #reader is op

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maximoff56 · 3 years

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I'll do anything for you

Summary: You see marriage as pointless and cringey and when Tom agrees with you on your opinion you think nothing of it. Until one day you hear Tom talking over the phone with Harry.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of family issues, insecurities, guilt.

Word count: 1k+

Tom heard you scoff from across the room, he was sitting on his laptop reading over the script his manager had sent him while you were on your phone, scrolling through Instagram.

"You alright love?" Toms voice caught your attention and you looked up from your phone. Your cousin was getting married and they kept making such a big deal out if it, so much that it was just getting irritating at this point.

"Yea, all good" you dismissed him and went back to scrolling on your phone. Your answer was not bought by Tom and a pillow was thrown at you "you are a child Thomas" You giggled and threw the pillow back at him.

"What is wrong y/n?" His voice was a bit more stern, you sighed not wanting to share the reason. Every time you brought up your opinions on marriage you were judged and out down for them, told thing like 'you're to young to know' or 'you havnt found the right person'

"My cousin is getting married, and I just don't see the appeal. They are actually like she won a Nobel prize or some shit" your eyes were set on the ground so you missed the fall of Toms face. "I personally have never seen myself getting married, it just uh doesn't feel right I guess" when you looked back up at Tom hesitantly he had covered his hurt well and he just nodded along with your statement.

"I agree completely, marriage is quite stupid, a peice of paper doesn't define your relationship" a smile crept over your face when he said that, no one you had ever dated ever agreed with you on marriage and you wrre glad you and Tom had been on the same page.

"You have no idea how relieved that made me Tommy" you jumped from where you were sitting and walked over to him, plopping down next to him on the couch "I love you, and I don't need a stupid peice of paper to prove that" you grinned and pulled him into a kiss.

He kissed back with a smile, he kept his true thoughts about marriage to himself not wanting to make you feel bad. In reality Tom had always planned on a big wedding, he was going to use his grandmothers ring what his mother promised to let him use, he was a sap for really cute weddings and just having the labels of husband and wife, he just loved the thought. Although it seemed thaf it wouldn't ve happening considering your firm beliefs on it.

"I love you too darling" Tom whispered when you pulled away from the kiss, you squealed lightly and kissed his cheek before jumping off the couch and saying something about doing some cleaning but Tom wasn't really listening.

"Fuck" Tom ran his hands down his face and let his head fall back against the couch. Silently cursing himself not telling you is true feelings.

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It had been about four days since you and Tom had talked about the whole marriage thing, he was acting a bit off but you pushed it aside, that was until you figured out why.

You had woken up and Tom had already been awake and he was sitting on the couch, phone in hand. You were going to go surprise but you stopped when you heard him talk.

"I know Harry, it's just. I've already dug myself into a hole, how am I just supposed to tell her. I just feel like I've done something wrong but I don't knw" Tom sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Look Tom, she loves you everyone can see it. So what if she doesn't want to get married, does it mean that much to you" you couldn't hear what Harry had said but Tom sure could.

"I know she loves me Harry but I've always pictured this whole big thing when I get married, and now she thinks I hate it just as much as she does, she called it pointless Harry, I don't know how to tell her" you felt awful as you turned away and walked back to your bedroom that you shared with Tom.

You flung yourself down on the bed and ran your hands up snd down your face. You should have noticed that Tom was lying about his opinions on marriage, you guys have been together for three years, you were just so blind sighted that you didn't notice.

"Darlin, oh hey I didn't know you were awake yet" Tom walked into the bedroom, he wore a smile on his face, one you couldn't bring yourself to match "Whats going on, why are you grumpy" he pouted and sat next you while you stayed laying down. "Babe" Tom grabbed one of your hand and interlaced your fingers with his "Talk to me"

"Why didn't you just tell me?" You sat up and Tom gave you some space to get comfortable before he answered.

"What are you on about" he looked confused, he genuinely didn't know what you were on about. There hadn't been much that he hadn't told you of then the marri-

"You love the idea if getting married" you sighed and looked over at your boyfriend who's face dropped as her kept his eye locked on your hand that was in his.

Tom took a deep breath "You just, you seemed to hate it so much. I didn't want to start a fight or anything, we don't need to get married it's just something I always thought I was gonna do"

"Tom, I hate the idea if marriage because my family was torn apart because my parents stayed in an unhappy marriage, same thing with my uncle, they were a great couple but then they got married and that all just went away. I don't want that to happen, I really am sorry that I hate the idea so much. If it's a deal breaker I totally understand" Tom knew you had problems with family and he sympathized with you on that but he just couldn't wrap his head around why you blamed marriage but he knew he didn't want to lose you and if that ment not getting married, he would survive.

"Its not a deal breaker darling, I promise. It's just something I need to adjust to, you know. I would never pressure you into something you wouldn't want to do. I love you" he captured your lips in his and you kissed back immediately.

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It had been about 3 months since Tom had agreed to not get married, you knew it was hurting him deep down but he was pushing it away for your sake and that just make you feel worse.

So now you were sitting at your kitchen table awaiting Tom from returning from two months away for filming. Usually you were excited about him coming home but you were nervous, you had dicided that if getting married would make Tom happy, you'd do it. It wasn't that big if a deal, right?

You didn't have time to think about it anymore when when door to your house swung open "Y/n! Hey I'm ho-" he was cut off when you flung yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Tessa too has also came running from her place of the couch.

"Welk hello to you to darling" he chuckled, his bags long forgotten as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him if that was even possible.

"Marry me" you blurted out when you pulled your face away from the crook of his neck. His eyes widened in pure shock but you had a shit eating grin in your face.

"But uh y-you said it was pointless" Tom couldn't help the smile that played on his lip though, he seriously hoped you were being genuine about this because be didn't want you to feel pressured.

"Yea Tommy I know, but I mean so much to you to have a wedding and though I find it cheesy and sappy. It makes you happy, and when you're happy I'm happy. So what do you say?" You knew that you'd have to figure out a way for you both to enjoy the wedding but right now the look on Toms face was all you needed.

"Yes of course I'll marry you" pulling you into another kiss, you giggled when he tried pulling you closer to him, "Thank you" he whispered against your lips here he pulled away "you don't have to do this for me you know"

"I'll do anything for you"

#tom holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland blurb #marriage #fluff #reassurance #insecure #harry holland

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫

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Just as you were about to say something else to Mikasa, the doorbell rang, interrupting the moment. She let go of your hair and stood at her full height.

"Are you expecting anyone?" She asked.

"No, we're not." With confusion evident on your face, you got off the stool and lightly kicked it under the counter.

Your eyebrows knitted together as you made your way to the front door.

On the other side of the glass, you saw a blond bearded man struggling to hold around five suitcases. He noticed you reaching for the door handle and grinned widely.

"Surprise!" He shouted and dropped his luggage on the marble floor when the door was fully opened. He raised his arms and tried to hug you. Scowling, you evaded his embrace.

"Zeke, what the hell are you doing here?" Your grip on the door tightened with every word.

Zeke frowned. "Do I need a reason to visit my sister?"

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not your sister. And typically, yes, you would."

"Okay, well, you're like my sister." He paused to adjust his glasses. "Have you forgotten? Eren's twenty-second is coming up. There's so much to do!" His excited facade was transparent to you.

"You didn't care about his twenty-first. Or his twentieth, for that matter. What's the sudden interest in your brother's life?" You raised an eyebrow as he visibly grew nervous.

"Well, you see, uh-" He twiddled his thumbs and your eyes narrowed. "Here's the thing-"

"Spit it out, Zeke." Mikasa cut him off when she rounded the corner. She crossed her arms as she leaned against the staircase railing.

"Mikasa! I didn't know you were back!" Zeke made rapid hand gestures toward her, eager to change the subject.

"I didn't know you were back, either. At least I gave a warning," she uttered, earning an incredulous look from the blond.

"Zeke, why are you here?" you continued.

His eyes briefly shifted to a houseplant before training back on you. "What if I told you I'm not allowed in the state of Nebraska?" He gave you a meek smile and your jaw dropped.

Mikasa snorted. "What the hell did you do in Nebraska?"

"Nothing!" he assured. "It's just that I may or may not be several million dollars in debt and on the run from the police." He looked down at his muddy boots in shame.

"You're WHAT?" You gaped at him. You'd known Zeke long enough to have it figured out that he brought trouble wherever he went but he was usually careful enough not to get banned from a state.

"It's not as bad as you think! I just got into a little quarrel with some guys. Everything is fine. Just let me stay here for a while," he said sheepishly.

"I am not letting a fugitive stay in my home!" you exclaimed.

"I'm not a fugitive! There's no need to use terms like that!"

"You're banned from Nebraska! I'll call you whatever I want!"

"What's all the commotion about?" Eren was walking down the stairs when he saw his older brother at the door. His mouth dropped open and he gripped the railing beside him. "Zeke?!"

"Why didn't you tell me your brother was in town?" You glared up at him.

"Because I didn't know!" He started to flail his arms around while simultaneously trying to make sense of the situation.

"Hey, little brother. Can I sleep in your room?"

"No!"

"Zeke's not allowed in Nebraska," Mikasa informed.

"What?!" Eren clutched the railing with one hand and his head with the other whilst continuing his descent down the stairs. "What even is Nebraska?" he mumbled with wide eyes.

"Doesn't matter. I wanna know how he managed to be banned from it." You glowered at the man in front of you.

"Y/n, will you please let me inside? It's cold even in March, you know." Zeke pleaded and pretended to shiver.

You glanced back at Eren for a sign of his approval. The house was yours, but Zeke was his brother. It wasn't like this was the first time he needed to stay over, anyway. Unlike mere seconds before, he now held a serious expression. He nodded at you and beckoned for Zeke to follow him.

He heaved a relieved sigh and nearly tackled you with a hug. "Thank you so much, Y/n! You won't regret this, I promise."

It felt like your bones were being crushed by his weight as your face was pushed up against his jacket. He reeked of an old car. "Okay, get off me, old man!" Your voice was muffled as you tried to push him away. He backed up and brushed your shoulders off before grabbing his luggage and disappeared into the basement with his younger brother.

You sighed heavily and plopped down on the stairs. "He got mud all over my floors. I just cleaned them too." Your head fell into your hands as you stressed over Zeke's sudden arrival. As if there wasn't enough on your plate already.

Mikasa laughed quietly as she draped an arm around your shoulders and sat down beside you. The sudden contact made your ears burn red. "Any particular reason for cleaning?" she hinted teasingly.

You lifted your head as you apprehensively stammered out a poor explanation.

She laughed at you again and you couldn't help but wonder if it's always been that easy to make her laugh. You thought about it for a moment and concluded to yourself that it didn't matter what made her laugh, as long as you got to hear it.

A dreamy smile spread across your face as you watched how her newly short hair fell in front of her eyes when she laughed like that.

It seemed she noticed your thoughtful gaze because she tucked the hair behind her ear and peered down at you. "What are you looking at?" she whispered.

"You."

The sound of footsteps resounded from the stairs behind you. "Woah, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Jean smirked when he saw how close you and Mikasa were. He parted the two of you by removing Mikasa's arm so he could walk in between.

Your face grew red when you realized what you had said to her and it grew even redder when you noticed Mikasa had a similar amount of color dusting her cheeks.

"Heads up, I'm going to Marco's right now so if anyone asks that's where I'll be." He corrected the slight wrinkles in his new shirt and grabbed his keys from the key-hook.

Mikasa was quick to add to his words. "It's nice to see you and Marco are still going strong. I'm happy for you, Jean, really." She smiled up at him honestly.

Jean's tinted cheeks gave away his embarrassment. "Oh, thanks. Uh, I'm also really happy for, um, whatever you guys have going on." He grinned but quickly covered his mouth when he saw a look of distress flash across your face. "Uh, sorry, I have to go now. See you guys later." He mumbled another apology and turned sharply on his heel to make a mad dash at the front door.

Mikasa chuckled and shook her head. "He can be such a dork sometimes," she said when the door closed behind him.

"That's true," you admitted softly. You were a little displeased that she kept her arm in her lap instead of wrapping it around you again now that Jean had vanished.

"I take it Zeke's kept up with his habits since I've been gone?" she assumed.

An exasperated sigh left your lips. "He shows up at least once or twice a year wanting to stay. He always owes somebody money but, as far as I know, this is the first time he's been permanently banned from a state. I don't love letting criminals in my household but you know how Eren gets."

"I see. I do remember how angry he'd get with us when we wanted Zeke to leave," she recalled dejectedly.

"I just wish he wouldn't get his hopes up every time he asks to stay." You frowned and tapped your fingers against the wooden stair you sat on.

"I hope he can stay long enough for Eren's twenty-second. It'd be nice if he could spend his birthday with him."

"That can be arranged." You ran a shaky hand through your hair. "Will you be okay at a party for him?" you inquired timidly. Considering what happened the last time she was at a party, you felt the need to know if she'd be alright with going since Eren's birthday was rapidly approaching.

Mikasa was surprised by the question. "Of course I will be. Y/n, you know I'm over what happened. You don't have to worry about what I think. It's cute you care, though." She squeezed your shoulder gently and gave you a reassuring smile.

Before you could respond, she stood from her position next to you and started up the stairs. "I'm gonna get changed. I'll see you later."

When she was out of your sight, you gave a final weighted sigh. You had to figure out what you were going to do with Zeke. The feelings that came with Mikasa being home already clouded your mind, not to mention the stress of Hitch on your ass as well.

For Eren's sake, Zeke should stay for a little bit. Mikasa suggested he should leave once Eren's birthday passes and that made sense. However, that would mean he'd be living in your house for two weeks.

You groaned and leaned back. There was only one person who would know how to help. You spun around and scrambled up the creaky stairs.

Facing the office door, you opened it and watched Armin move hastily to turn off their monitor.

"What are you doing?" You raised an eyebrow and leaned on the doorframe.

"Important research." He swiveled the chair to face you and rested his arms in his lap.

"Yeah, right," you snickered. "Did you know Zeke is here?"

Armin nodded. "I overheard everything. It's not like you people are quiet."

"Okay, so what should I do about it?" Moving to sit on the couch, you placed your hands on the cushions under you.

They shrugged. "I don't know. What should you do about it?"

"Come on, Armin. I came in here because I need your help with this." You sent him a worried glance.

"Y/n, at the end of the day, this is your house. You decide who stays and who doesn't. If you want him here, let him stay. If you don't, kick him out."

He couldn't just ignore the obvious issue present. "But what about Eren?"

"What about him? Eren respects you more than he respects anyone else. He wouldn't want to do something if you weren't comfortable with it. The guy trusts you with his life." He spoke like the answer was so clear.

You pursed your lips and thought over what they said. "I don't want to hurt him, though."

He wore a compassionate smile. "None of us do, but the difference between us is that he would listen to you. So, with that said, how long will you let Zeke stay?"

You looked down at your hands and thought back to your conversation with Mikasa and about the conversation you just had with the man across from you. "He can stay until Eren's birthday party. When that's passed, he'll have to leave."

When you looked up, you noticed Armin was still smiling at you. "I knew you'd make a good decision."

"I always do, don't I?" You joked.

He snorted and adjusted his chair to face his computer again. "You wouldn't be able to without me."

You feigned offense and stood up. "You're too cruel."

"Sure I am. Now leave my office, peasant. I'm busy." He waved you away with a dramatic flair of his hand.

You scoffed. "I bet you don't have actual work to do and you're just being a freak on the internet, like usual."

He flipped you off. "If you don't leave I'll have to use brute force."

"Whatever, whatever, Armeen, don't be harsh." You sauntered out of the office before he could scold you about the nickname.

posted: 8/31/21

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#aot fanfiction #band au #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x you #modern au #snk fanfiction #attack on titan

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tabloidtoc · 3 years

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Life & Style, April 26

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Khloe Kardashian is a total fake

Page 1: Lady Gaga in a wedding dress on the set of House of Gucci in Rome

Page 2: Contents

Page 4: The Top 10 SAG Awards Looks -- Mindy Kaling, Jamie Chung, Amy Adams, Sarah Levy, Kerry Washington

Page 5: Kaley Cuoco, Nicole Kidman, Natalie Morales, Viola Davis, Lily Collins

Page 6: Tom Brady and Gisele Bundchen celebrated their 12-year anniversary, posting heartfelt tributes to each other on social media, but their relationship hasn't always been so rock solid -- Tom admitted that Gisele has made a lot of sacrifices for their marriage and she hated living in Boston because she had no friends there and felt so alone because Tom was never around; things got so bad they sought counseling, which was the wake-up call that Tom needed -- he promised to make changes and he agreed to quit the Patriots and sign with a team in a location that was more desirable to Gisele and Tom stuck to his word and he came the new quarterback for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and since moving to Florida, Tom and Gisele have never been happier and they have date nights every week and always make sure to communicate -- it wasn't easy, but they're both really proud of how far they've come

Page 7: After multiple delays, David Schwimmer, Courteney Cox, Jennifer Aniston, Lisa Kudrow, Matthew Perry and Matt LeBlanc have finally filmed the highly anticipated Friends reunion special and they all got really emotional when they saw the set and being there brought back so many fond memories -- it's the first time in 17 years that fans will get to see the entire cast together since the show went off the air in 2004 -- afterwards, everyone went to Jen's house for dinner -- each of the stars was paid $2.5 million to appear in the special

* Throwback -- Dolly Parton in 1965

* Biggest Spenders of the Week -- Bobby Flay, Aaron Rodgers, Vanessa Hudgens, Angelina Jolie

Page 8: Drew Barrymore revealed that, after three divorces and a string of failed romances, she's sworn off marriage altogether -- Drew doesn't need a man to feel complete and she's happiest hanging out with family and friends -- if the right guy comes along later down the line, great, but for now, she's content with being single

* Becoming one of the most sought-after stars in Hollywood has gone straight to Ana de Armas' head -- the cast and crew are often left waiting for the actress to emerge from her trailer on the set of the new action thriller The Gray Man -- Ana's got a lot going on and she's juggling several different projects, as well as photo shoots and phone calls with her team and people don't stay mad at her for too long, but they have nicknamed her Ana de Diva, but she isn't upset by the scathing moniker because she's a big name now, and with that comes a lot of responsibility and the way she sees it, there are worse things than being called a diva

Page 10: The Week in Photos -- Orlando Bloom got a surprise visit from the Easter Bunny

Page 11: Jennifer Lopez in jeans at a photoshoot for InStyle, Priyanka Chopra dancing around her backyard in a bright yellow dress

Page 12: Animal Tales -- Gilles Marini posed for a pic with his African grey parrot Anya, singer Madison Beer leaned in for a kiss from a caramel-colored stallion, Kate Beckinsale's feline Clive seemed less than thrilled when Kate strapped him to her chest in a carrier

Page 13: Kaia Gerber and her precious pooch Milo snuggled up in bed, Malin Akerman and a goat

Page 16: Stars Behaving Badly -- Lisa Vanderpump let her parched dog drink from her water glass at a restaurant in West Hollywood, Maisie Williams went topless under a translucent jacket while shooting a new TV series about the Sex Pistols in London, HGTV Design Star host Allison Holker used a megaphone to give out instructions to Property Brother Jonathan Scott on the show's finale, Calvin Klein wasn't worried about stains when he shoved a pile of spaghetti into his mouth at West Hollywood's Mauro Cafe

Page 18: Say What?! Helena Bonham Carter who turns 55 in May, Chelsea Handler who admits she consumes mushrooms almost every day, Olivia Munn who is the proud pet parent of rescue dogs Frankie and Chance, Melissa McCarthy on doing her own stunts in Thunder Force, Brian Tyree Henry on Godzilla vs. Kong co-star Millie Bobby Brown

Page 20: Pete Davidson has officially moved out of his mother's home and into a $1.2 million luxury high-rise condo on Staten Island, and it's all thanks to his new girl girlfriend, Bridgerton star Phoebe Dynevor -- the Saturday Night Live star showed off his two-bedroom, two-and-a-half bathroom bachelor pad during a Zoom call -- Phoebe is a down-to-earth girl, but she doesn't want to date a man who lives in his mom's basement and she thinks Pete's mom, Amy, is awesome and says it's a great thing that they're super close, but being in a long-distance relationship is difficult enough so Pete and Phoebe need some alone time when they're together, which was almost impossible with his mother hanging out upstairs -- Pete knew it was time; he just needed that gentle nudge

Page 21: Matt James and Rachael Kirkconnell were spotted in NYC together, sparking speculation that the former Bachelor couple have rekindled their relationship -- the pair parted ways while the show was still airing after photos of the graphic designer at a plantation-themed college party in 2018 surfaced on social media -- Rachael made a mistake but she owned up to it and was willing to learn from it and it didn't change her feelings for Matt or vice versa and Matt was in love with Rachael too and he couldn't just turn those feelings off so no one would be surprised if they decided to reconcile

* Michael B. Jordan's girlfriend Lori Harvey was left reeling over photos of the actor sharing a smooch with Chante Adams on the set of their new movie A Journal for Jordan -- of course, they were just shooting a scene for the film, but Lori was still annoyed and she asked Michael about it, and he brushed it off and explained it was part of the job but Lori still has her suspicions and she's been thinking about dropping by the set just so she can keep a very close eye on them

Page 22: Cover Story -- Khloe Kardashian living a lie -- devastated by an unretouched photo leak, Khloe faces claims she's a body positivity hypocrite as she demands the viral image be taken down

Page 26: Alex Rodriguez to Ben Affleck: Back off my fiancee -- Ben gushes about ex Jennifer Lopez in a new article and A-Rod isn't happy about it (not quite Bennifer yet :)

Page 28: Prince Harry overwhelmed with work -- Harry struggles to adjust after trading his cushy royal role for a variety of normal gigs -- though his job for BetterUp is primarily remote, added stress comes in the form of Harry's Spotify and Netflix deals, plus growing charity work -- Harry finds all of his new, non-royal titles fresh and exciting, but while he's a great person, some in his inner circle say Harry's kind of dumb and worry whether he can handle the pressure

Page 30: Lori Loughlin and Mossimo Giannulli life after prison -- reunited following months spent behind bars, Lori and Mossimo try to pick up the pieces -- prison definitely took a toll on Mossimo and he doesn't expect sympathy, but he's still struggling to adjust to what he went through; it really broke him down and forced him to reevaluate his life

Page 32: Who Lives Here? Lil Nas X

Page 34: Entertainment

Page 35: Star Review -- Jonathan Van Ness

* As Seen On-Screen -- Meghan Markle wore a dark green coat while walking through Archie's Chick-Inn during her CBS interview which was J. Crew's Perfect Lightweight Jacket

Page 36: Go Green at Home -- reduce your carbon footprint even more with these eco-chic essentials, because our planet can use all the help it can get

Page 37: Beauty Crush -- get Jurnee Smollett's look from her makeup artist Emily Cheng for the SAG Awards

Page 38: Spring Beauty Must-Haves -- these product picks aim to reign as new-season favorites -- Camila Mendes

Page 40: Diva or Down-to-Earth? Rihanna bagged her own haul at Bristol Farms in Beverly Hills -- down-to-earth, Shay Mitchell worked from home with help from her most trusted assistant daughter Atlas -- down-to-earth, during a photo shoot in Malibu Brooke Burke got a makeup refresh from a personal primper -- diva

Page 42: Social Stars Posts of the Week -- Sofia Vergara sneaking Heidi Klum a chip on the set of America's Got Talent, Neil Patrick Harris finished the first season of The Irregulars while quarantining in Toronto, Jared Leto pretended to pluck the moon straight out of the sky during a masked outing in Italy, Beyonce treated her daughter Blue Ivy to a meal at Nobu in Malibu

Page 44: Horoscope -- Taurus Gigi Hadid turned 26 on April 23

* They're Not Together, But They Should Be -- Capricorn Charles Melton and Virgo Zendaya

Page 48: What I'm Into -- Kameron Westcott of The Real Housewives of Dallas

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The Vampire Hunting Vampire and His Partners

So this is going to be a new AU. It's going to be posted in one-shot format, not in chronological order. Just random scenes I feel like writing/posting.

The summary is that Logan, Patton and Roman work for a vampire hunting organization that uses captured vampires as agents, forced agents. Virgil is assigned to be their partner, and they become close. Eventually LAMP/possible DLAMP, appearances of other random characters.

It's not the Virgil didn't like his partners, he actually loved the three hunters he was being held captive by, it's just difficult to adjust. Virgil spent a lot of time being a loner and escaping hunters who would use him to find others, he had fed freely on the human population, though rarely killing, and was able to walk freely.

He didn't mind the bright red shock collar that he was required to wear, he didn't mind that he had to walk no longer than an arm's length away from one of his partners, he didn't even mind having to be chained and caged when his partners slept.

The only part he minded was the fact that he rarely got to feed and it was never enough to last until the next feeding station. While it wasn't deadly for Vampire to go without blood for years at a time it was uncomfortable to the point of painful. Vampires under the Monster Hunter Association were only allowed to be fed every six months at official feeding stations.

Many vampires would do anything to feed after six months and it led to the death of many hunters that had been to close. Virgil was lucky that he was older than most vampires because he could easily ignore the cravings and handle the pain.

He had never once bitten, or attempted to bite, any of his handlers or his current partners. A fact that he was proud of. He got to walk around without chains and a muzzle, only the electric collar stood between him and his next meal.

The bed in the hotel room creaked and Virgil whipped his head to see the smallest of the three humans sitting up. Patton was young at only nineteen and he had a certain compassion to him that made Virgil concerned. Compassion usually meant naivety and naivety and monsters don't mix.

"Morning, Virgil!" Patton whisper shouted as he walked over to let Virgil out of his cage and unlock the handcuffs on his wrist. Virgil noticed right away that he was only holding the keys, which meant the remote to Virgil's collar was still sitting on Logan's bedside table. If Virgil wanted to he could attack Pat and kill him before he could get to the remote.

"Good morning, Patton." Virgil waited patiently for Patton to undo the lock before crawling out and stretching his stiff joints. "Did you sleep well?"

"Oh, yeah! The bed wasn't exactly comfy but Roman is the best cuddler," Patton responded with a giggle. Virgil smiled fondly at his humans. "What did you think about all night?"

Virgil was no longer surprised by the question. All three of his humans showed concern over Virgil's mental health as well as his physical wellbeing. "I compared my life before capture to my life with you," Virgil answered with full honesty. He saw no point in lying to any of them as they had never showed any animosity towards his negative thoughts.

"Oh," Patton said. Virgil could hear the remorse in his tone and the vampire winced. "Which do you prefer?" The question was accompanied by big, soft eyes and a slight quiver to his lips.

Virgil smiled at him. "You all try so hard to keep me happy and I appreciate that so much. How could I not like it here?" It wasn't exactly a direct lie.

"You liking it here and you preferring it are not the same. We do not question if you are comfortable here, we question if you would be more comfortable with your freedom," Logan spoke up. Virgil looked behind him to see the oldest human had sat up in his bed and watching the conversation.

Virgil looked down, knowing what he was going to say next would upset Patton. "Of course I would prefer to be free. Freedom is something all living creatures long for, the choice to leave as they may and eat when they want. The right to be alive."

"Oh, Virge," Patton said it softly but Virgil could still hear the tears. "We don't want to make you feel like you aren't equal to us." Virgil felt like a jerk. He knew Patton would never knowingly make Virgil hurt and all Virgil could do was complain. He was an awful partner.

"Is it the collar? We could always just take it off," a new voice chimed in. This voice was much deeper than the other two and held a much more intense tone. All three of the previous participants swiveled their heads to look at Roman.

"Roman, it is highly impractical for us to allow him to walk without a collar," Logan admonished and Virgil felt a ball of lead sink in his stomach. "It would be much wiser if we were to leave the collar on but disconnect the remote."

Virgil gave Logan a look of pure disbelief. Why would Logan suggest they let him roam freely? He was meant to be the smart one of the group.

"No, don't do that," Virgil protested. All three humans looked at him with varying levels of confusion. "I- I don't want to be able to hurt anybody. It's safer if you keep it on me so that if I slip up then you can stop me."

"You've been with us for three years, and the headquarters for years before, and you have never hurt a single person. We trust you," Patton put a hand on Virgil's shoulder.

"If you're feeding instincts are the issue then we can solve that easily as well," Logan spoke up when no other words were offered. Virgil swallowed with great difficulty, which seemed to confirm Logan's theory.

"While we can't take you to a feeding station before six months, nor can we allow you to hunt, there are no rules stating we cannot share our blood with you. Consensually, of course."

Logan's proposal sent fear shooting through Virgil's body. Patton and Roman agreed with the idea, Patton even volunteering his blood up on the spot. Virgil stepped away from them, his head arguing with itself.

"If I can't stop myself then I'll hurt you. You have to be able to stop me," Virgil said sternly. He looked Logan dead in the eyes.

"Hey," Patton cut in moving to stand between the vampire and the hunter. "We know you won't do that. You've never liked to cause people pain."

"If it makes you feel better than you can keep the collar on and Logan can hold the remote," Roman offered. Patton frowned and pouted. He hated the idea of Virgil being uncomfortable, being trapped.

"I'm sorry, Pat." Virgil shifted his eyes to Logan. "If we do this then I want to be safe about it."

The humans all reassured Virgil. Patton let Virgil take full control in where he was situated and how the easiest way would be. Virgil made sure Patton was in the most comfortable position possible on the bed, propped up on pillows so he could easily see Sesame Street playing on the tv.

Virgil was sitting on his knees on the floor in between the two beds where Roman and Logan could see him clearly. Patton's wrist was hanging limply over the edge, waiting for Virgil to sink his teeth into the vein.

"Does it hurt?" Patton asked. Virgil took a deep, unneeded, breath when that question came. Patton had asked in a voice with no fear or worry, just trust. Trust in a monster like Virgil.

"Yes, it does hurt. Until my saliva numbs the wound it's going to hurt, thirty seconds about. After that it will just feel uncomfortable. Try not to flinch or yank away, my teeth may snag your skin."

Virgil watched Patton for a moment before the human nodded. "Okay! What should I do if I want you stop? How hungry are you?"

"When you want me to stop then tell me, if I don't stop as soon as he says then shock me with full power. It doesn't matter how hungry I am, I can survive years without blood so you don't have to worry about my needs."

Patton glanced at Virgil in disappointment. He didn't get an answer to his question, he had wanted to know how much Virgil should take, when Patton would be okay to stop him.

"Alright, it would be wise of us to speed along if we want to locate and capture the rogue vampire within the daylight, " Logan advised. Virgil swallowed his nerves and nodded, glancing back at Roman for reassurance.

"Okay," Virgil said as he lightly lifted Patton's wrist. He pressed his lips against the soft flesh right above his veins. He watched Patton shiver as Virgil's cold skin made contact. "I'm biting."

Virgil let Patton take a deep breath before he tried to delicately bite into the wrist. He heard Patton gasp at the intrusion. The bed behind them shuffled as Roman and Logan moved.

Virgil tried to focus all his energy on Patton, reading his body language, listening to his breathing. He tried but the blood rushed over his taste buds, making his eyes go wide. Oh, he wanted more.

Virgil barely registered the small sob that came from Patton but he did and he forced himself to slow down. "Vi-" Patton started to say. Before Patton could finish the thought Virgil had dislodged his teeth and back into the other bed.

He was breathing heavy, Patton's blood dripping from his chin. "Are you okay?" Virgil was shaking. He made Patton cry, he had been to eager and had hurt him. Logan should have shocked him, Logan should still shock him, punish him.

"I'm okay, Virgil." The voice wasn't as shaky anymore. Patton licked his lips. "Just, a bit light headed."

Virgil panicked. "You need food! Good food, not greasy stuff. Strawberries and sunflower seeds! That's what they give the people at feeding stations." A hand suddenly resting on Virgil's head made the rest of his panicked rambling cut off before it began.

"Relax our Melancholy Mosquito, we know how to take care of slight blood loss. Logan and I have been bitten before," Roman said calmly as he brushed a hand through the vampire's hair.

"Our entire career revolves around us getting into altercations with vampires who wish to injure us. You truly did not cause any distress by taking a small amount of blood from one of us," Logan calmed Virgil. "And, besides that point, your display of control was beyond satisfactory."

"I made him cry!" Virgil shouted. He couldn't handle all the calming words when he felt the guilt pulling on his stationary heart causing it to spasm painfully. The hand in his hair paused in its stroking for a moment before resuming, in a slower, more calming pattern.

"I wasn't hurt or afraid," Patton said softly. "I just wasn't expecting it to feel like that." Patton lifted his hand and reached out to grab Virgil's hand. Virgil took his hand with the still bleeding wrist and Patton squeezed softly.

"Now, let's go get some food!" Roman said. He got up quickly, Logan following suit. "Logan and I will be back with a meal for our puffball and a Sprite for emo daydream."

Patton giggled at his nickname while Virgil hissed at Roman. Logan fondly rolled his eyes at his partners before hurrying Roman along.

Virgil almost stopped them and told them to change out of their pajamas, almost.

#sanders sides fic #vampire virgil #monster hunter au

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Duke Reviews Tv: Smallville 1x12 Leech

Hi Everyone, I'm Andrew Leduc, And Welcome To Duke Reviews TV Where We Continue Our Look At Smallville By Talking About Episode 12 Of Season 1, Leech...

This Episode Sees Superman Fighting Iceman As A Kid Named Eric Summers (Played By Shawn Ashmore, Who Not Only Played Iceman In The X-Men Films But Is The Brother Of Aaron Ashmore Who Will Play Jimmy Olsen On The Show From Season 6 To Season 8 And His Younger Brother In The Series Finale) Who Receives Clark's Powers During A Meteor Rock Lightning Strike Between The Two Of Them, Will Clark Get His Powers Back?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Leech...

The Episode Starts In A Forrested Area, Where Clark And His Geology Class Are Out To Collect Rocks, And It's Here We Meet Eric Summers, Who Is Flirting With A Hot Girl Named Holly Who's Boyfriend Tells Him To Back Off But When His Teacher Dad (Who's An Asshole) Enters, He Tells Eric To Get Back To Work Before He Leaves...

With A Storm Approaching, Eric's Dad Is Trying To Find Him As He's Not On Board The Bus And Offering To Go Look, Clark Goes Out To Find Him...

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The Next Day, Unable To Get The Truck Out Of A Ditch, Jonathan Asks Clark To Push It Out Of The Ditch Only To Discover Clark Lying In The Mud With Blood Coming Out Of His Nose Which Leads Clark And His Parents To Believe That The Lightning Took Away His Powers As Both His Strength And Speed Are Gone...

Meanwhile At The Summers Household, Eric Has Breakfast With His Parents Only For His Dad To Lecture Him About Yesterday, And When He Tries To Hit Eric He Blocks Him Using Clark's Powers...

Having A Hard Time At First At Adjusting To Being Normal, Clark Goes To Check On Eric To Ask If He's Feeling All Right And If There's Anything Different About Him To Which He Says No And He Feels Great, So, Clark Walks Off As Eric Lifts The Highest Weight Number Possible On A Bench Press...

But As Eric Has A Good Time With His New Powers, Lana Discovers That Nell Is Selling The Flower Shop And The Building Next Door, The Talon Theatre And Is Mad At Her For Not Telling Her As The Theatre Has Memories For Lana...

Meanwhile At The Luthor Mansion, Lex Is Visited By Roger Nixon, Who Gives Him Some Analysis Him And A Few Experts Have Come Up With About The Porsche Incident, But Doubtful About Roger's Experts Lex Offers Him 10 Million A Name While Roger Believes That This Will Make One Hell Of A Story But Lex Warns Him That If He A Word They'll Have A Trust Issue...

Later That Night, Lex Talks With Clark About The Porsche Incident At The Kent Farm Asking Him To Tell Him The Truth About What Happened That Day...

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The Next Day...

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Realizing That The Lightning Strike Took Clark's Powers And Transferred Them To Eric, It Has Clark Wondering If Those Years Keeping His Secret Was Worth It As Everyone Is Treating Eric Like A Hero...

But Realizing That Lightning Doesn't Strike The Same Place Twice (Unless You Have A Delorean Time Machine But That's A Different Story) Both Jonathan And Martha Believe That Clark's Powers Aren't Coming Back Anytime Soon And That He Should Just Live His Life And Do The Things That He's Always Wanted To Do Without His Powers...

With Chloe And Pete Praising Eric, Whitney Asks Pete And Clark To Join Him And A Friend In A Game Of Basketball After School Which Pete Tells Whitney That Clark Doesn't Play But Clark Tells Whitney That He'll Be There...

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Meanwhile In Metropolis, Lex Meets With Victoria And Her Father, Sir Harry Hardwick Who Arrive Late Because They Were Closing A Deal, Reconsidering His Deal With Sir Harry, Harry Tells Lex That It Doesn't Matter As The Deal Is Off As He's Just Bought Cadmus Labs And That With The Profits Of The Patents, He'll Buy Luthorcorp Outright...

Back At The Talon Theatre, Lana Tells Clark That The Reason She's So Sentimental To The Talon Is That Her Parents Met Here And Because Of The Sale She Feels That Every Evidence Of Her Parents Existence Is Being Slowly Chipped Away But Telling Her That Sometimes Letting Go Means Moving Forward, Lana Stops The Subject As Clark Is Really There For Her English Notes As He Fell Asleep During Class...

Wondering If He's Okay As He Seems Less Clark Kent-Like, Clark Tells Lana That He Just Woke Up And Realized That His Life Had Changed And To Kick Back And Accept The Fact That He Can't Control Everything...

Returning Home After School, Eric's Mom (Who Needs Serious Acting Lessons) Tells Eric That People Have Been Calling All Day, But While Eric's Mom Seems Slightly Happy About This, Eric's Dad Wants To Take Him To A Doctor Before Taking Him To A Colleague In Metropolis Where They'll Most Likely Study Him...

Of Course, Freaking Out At The Idea Of This, Eric Tells His Dad That He's Not His Personal Science Experiment And That He's Not Going Anywhere, Before Lightly Pushing Him And Speeding Off...

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Going To The Hospital With His Parents, Clark Runs Into Lex, Who Apologizes Saying Nothing Is What It Seems As Of Late And Plead Temporary Insanity...

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With Jonathan Stopping By To See Eric's Parents, He Discovered That They're Frightened Out Of Their Wits...

(Sarcastically) Oh, Yeah, Frightened Out Of Their Wits Eric's Dad Just Wants To Experiment On Him No Wonder Eric Is Having A Fit Right Now, If I Were Eric I'd Probably Do The Same Thing Only Difference Is That I Wouldn't Do What Eric Did At School...

Asking If They Were Ever Frightened Of Him, Jonathan Tells Clark That Aside From A Few Tantrums And Holes In The Wall, He Was A Good Kid But Unlike Clark, Eric's A Teenager That's In Way Over His Head...

Martha Comes In To Tell Jonathan And Clark That The Police Were At Eric's House And When They Tried To Restrain Him, They Couldnt. Knowing That He Has To Stop Eric Despite How He's Feeling Right Now, Clark Realizes That If Eric Has All Of His Strengths That He Might Also Have His Weaknesses...

There's Only One Problem, They Don't Exactly Keep One Lying Around The House So Where Do They Find One But Luckily Clark Knows One Place....

Back In Metropolis, Lex Meets With Sir Harry And Victoria As Harry Tells Him That He Discovered That Cadmus Labs Is Worthless, Revealing That He Planted False Information On His Computer, Knowing That Victoria Would Steal It...

Telling Sir Harry That His Father And Him Will Be Buying His Company In The Morning, Sir Harry Leaves While Victoria Asks Lex How He Could Do This With Lex Telling Her That She Did This All Herself, Slapping Lex On The Face Before She Leaves...

Visiting Lana At The Talon, She Tells Clark That She Heard About What Happened With Eric Which Leads Clark To Ask Lana To Borrow Her Necklace, Saying That He'll Give It Back To Her...

Visiting Eric's Parents At Their House, (That Looks Like Eric Bana's Hulk Ran Through It) Clark Asks Eric's Father If He Knows Where Eric Went Which Makes Him Remember About Eric Saying That He Was Going To Get Rid Of It In The One Place Where It Began To Which Surprisingly Clark Knows Where...The Smallville Dam...

Confronting Eric At The Bridge, Eric Smiles That Eerie Mystique Smile From The First X-Men Movie Without The CG Yellow Eyes...

Before Falling Right Off The Bridge...

Looking For Eric's Body, Eric Eventually Finds Clark...

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With Eric Being Taken To The Hospital, Clark Is Officially Back To Normal As Jonathan Talks With Clark About How His Gifts May Be Apart Of Him But They Don't Define Him And How Seeing Eric With His Powers Made Him Realize How Special He Was, Which Leads Clark To Remind Jonathan That While Eric Had His Powers He Didn't Have His 2 Strongest Points: Him And Martha...

Back At The Luthor Mansion, Lex Gets A Phone Call From Lionel And Congrates Lex For A Job Well Done. After Hanging Up, Lex Gets A Visit From Nixon Who He Tells That His Experts Were Wrong, He's Closing The Book On The Crash And The Kents Are Off Limits But Before Nixon Goes He Hands Lex Pictures Of Victoria With Lionel In Bed...

Okay, 2 Things...

#1..

And #2...

Back At The Talon, Clark Returns Lana's Necklace To Her And Gives Lana The Box Of St. George That Lex Gave Him...

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And That's Leech And It's A Good Episode....

The Story Was Good, The Characters Were Good, It Was Just A Good Story, I Also Give It Credit For Being A Beginning And An End, A Beginning For Both Lana's Journey To Revitalize The Talon Theatre And Nixon's Obsession To Discover What The Kents Are Hiding And An End To Lex's Relationship With Victoria, But It's A Good Episode And I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#smallville #the wb #the cw #tv reviews #Tv #tom welling #kristen kreuk #michael rosenbaum #Smallville Season 1

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