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celaenaeiln · 9 months

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Am I interested in Dick Grayson's innovativeness and how that makes him a terrifying opponent?

Nah, not really, no, it's no- EXCEPT THAT I AM!

I love your analysis and honestly, I always surf through the dick Grayson tag once a day to see if u have posted. Pls drop the innovatiness wala analysis. I would absolutely eat it up

ADSAJHFGAJLHADJLHA YOU CAN'T SEDUCE ME LIKE THAT-MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT!

But I am here to deliver *bows*

Let's start this off with a bang

Dick is completely naked except for a towel and with one (well defined) leg he hooks the handle of the beer bucket and sends it smashing into Midnighter to stop him from using the knife on another person.

Pure. Fucking. Platinum.

That move was so delicious, there's an ease-fluidity-grace-to that split second movement. Also notice how accurate his aim is despite swinging it with the arc of his toes. The bucket slammed right into the medulla oblongata, or more specifically the pyramidal tracts which are crucial for controlling voluntary muscular movements. Nerves from the brain cross over at that area as they go down and then synapse onto other nerves that are responsible for controlling muscles when they leave the spinal cord. The precision at which he aimed the bucket is glorious. And with what? His feet.

The only reason Midnighter wasn't injured is because he is a meta which is the point. Otherwise Dick wouldn't have aimed there unless he was fighting an enemy.

Oh that brings me to my next point.

Dick has extraordinary control of his actions

He's so right though. Nightwing doesn't need to kill because fighting is too easy for him. I swear he has some kind of messed up idea (aside from his need to be absolutely good) that killing someone with a gun would take the joy out of fighting. He loves to live life on the hardest mode only.

The rapid fire throw of the gun, calculating the distance, time, velocity of return, and angle? I mean I studied physics and calculating even half of that on paper is a headache. The fact that he did it in one second? It's extraordinary. Things that are pure, dumb luck to literally everyone else is carefully calculated at a speed faster than light, making it look like luck. Damn.

Yeah.

Forget Slade. Midnighter is my new favorite nemesister.

DO YOU SEE WHAT HE FOUGHT WITH?! WHILE DEATHSTROKE AND BLACK ADAM WERE FIGHTING WITH META POWERS AND A CURSED SWORD, HE FUCKING WRAPPED CHAINS AROUND HIMSELF LIKE A BOSS AND WHIPPED THE SHIT OUT OF THAT MAN.

Please take a moment of silence to relish in this sight.

Dick's innovativeness is a formidable skill when fighting allies.

Dick and Ras are evenly matched in sword fighting.

Wait, wait. I don't need any doubts about Dick's strength in sword fighting so I'm going to include a couple panels here:

Dick fights Azrael to a standstill which is absolutely incredible because Azrael solos. He's gone through many upgrades and skills and is one of the best fighters ever. He's even defeated Bruce.

He also defeated Jason and Tim together in Batman and Robin Eternal.

This is just another point towards the fact that Dick actually won in his fight against Bruce before going into Spyral. They weren't holding back.

Oh yeah. Ra's vs Dick panel, Dick and Ra's aren't going anywhere because Dick is a swordsman equivalent to one of the best in the world. So how do you win a draw? By one upping the opponent. He swings his foot up in midair and completely defeats him. "But that isn't a defeat...Ra's just stopped fighting!" It was complete defeat because Ra's is intelligent and knows when he can't win. Also they have been fighting for a while until they reached the breaking point in the battle. This move is a show of how Dick has that just one inch more that will lead him to be a victor.

Ra's honors Dick so much he tried to give the sword he used to fight with Batman because he thinks Dick is worthy of it. Can anyone receive a higher honor than this from that man?

He'll also use the broken glass of a car window to take down his opponent. If that's not innovation, then what is?

But one last thing since a car door cannot be considered innovative these days.

sticks. He literally took two twigs off the ground to use as weapons against his highly skilled, one of the best assassins, great-grandfather who is fighting with daggers in his hands and all over his body.

But you know the best part?

He draws his opponent to a tie. A tie? Not a win? No it was win after, considering he used his relative's falling body as a launching pad in the middle of the air when they were falling off the bridge to grab onto the bridge with the help of his friend. So it was his win but it's insane how incredible Dick's skills are.

It's really innovative because who thinks of using twigs and winning? Let me also clarify another point. Dick could've used the knives he'd gotten from his talon suit and thoroughly won because when he was brain washed he almost killed Red Condor from how skilled he was but he conscientiously chose to use twigs. In a sword fight. This man.

His improvisation is an asset that many have come to know him for and classify him as dangerous because he can fight with anything, anywhere, and win.

Something I want to end with. Dick only fights people who are stronger than him. I know he's fought mob characters and stuff but his enemies? They are all metas, assassins, skilled fighters, Russian Black Ops, and more. Essentially, people who are the top of the class in their categories and him defeating them equally and fairly is the reason why he has the respect of his enemies. He's just that good.

#I'm laughing because I actually got this exact request from you and from when-no-wings-do-broomsticks one after another #I'll be writing a part two of this post #dick grayson #nightwing #midnighter #ra's al ghul #talon #william cobb #KG Beast #azrael #red condor #cl stargazer3700 asks

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 9 months

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Wasted Oxygen...

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Mr. Sandman

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Despite being the ever energetic guy he was, Haibara loved to sit down and people-watch. Silently observing others go about their daily business, unaware of their audience as they freely express themselves through large and small mannerisms.

He'd always make sure to find a nice cozy spot, somewhere a bit hidden so no one could see his lingering eyes. If Kento was here, he'd been stating how inappropriately creepy he was being. He could already hear him hehe

Regardless of what his partner would think, the raven-haired boy could easily spend hours observing the world interact with itself. If he was lucky enough, he'd see an entire movie unfold right before his eyes.

Most of the time, though, he tried to call upon his inner Sherlock. Using the art of deduction to figure out the possible stories from every passer-goer.

Usually, it'd be more fun with you considering your extraordinary ability to deduce people to downright filth.

The two of you hanging out, making up stories for every person that caught either of your eyes had become a little routine of yours, one that started from his days of teaching you Japanese. He'd tell you certain words while discreetly pointing to people who embodied said words --- he hadn't expected for you to suddenly start rambling about the possible nuisances of each and every person you saw

And the fact that you had no filter made it worse! The amount of times he had to cover for you after you'd accidentally said something rather insulting about a person who stood close enough to hear --- double digits!

Regardless, it's the same reason as to why you're the most attuned person in terms of others emotions --- once you notice the patterns, you'll see them everywhere is what you'd often say to him

Although, it did leave him wondering. Just how were you so good at people-reading? Is that how you got along with those two so well? Because you knew instantly what they were about the moment you met them?

No, that can't be. On numerous occasions, you've complained about how Gojo and Suguru confused you. You claimed that they were like a whole new different breed of soul that you've never come across before.

Haibara blinked

Souls. The first time he heard about your Cursed Technique, he had to admit --- he'd never heard of a technique like yours.

Cursed Sight: Chains, a cursed technique that bestows its user with the ability to perceive the spiritual and see the souls of living beings as well as curses. The way it works is rather simple, or so, that's how you mentioned it to be.

As one knows, everything is made up of energy. So by simply channeling your own cursed energy, you can manipulate the strands into forming objects. By focusing well enough, you could bring said objects into the physical world: however, there was a catch.

You could never break eye contact.

The technique had great potential. Just visualize the item you need and Wala! It's there. (You had a preference for chains ghost rider type beat. You'd chain curses down to limit its movements prior to going for the kill. In times where the Curse proved too strong, you'd hold it down while continuously attacking it with an already cursed energy-imbued weapon)

To be honest, your fights were quite the spectacle. The way you expertly used your chains to capture curses, the way you used the ends of the chains to destroy them with such force --- ooh la la (aizawa x ghost rider's love child)

We're getting side tracked --- point is, your ability allowed you to see people's essence. You knew when they lied, you knew what they felt, their soul usually said everything you needed to know (you confessed that the soul only shows the most general of feelings so that's why you depended on deducting to truly understand people's intentions)

One major down side, you could never turn it off. I don't think you've ever really seen someone's face much less your own. Bodies are shaped around the soul, and the soul is always so blinding with its different hues. At least, the silhouettes had somewhat of expressions. (Further clarification, it's like cutting out human shape out of colored paper. Just three-dimensional. AH, THINK GOD FROM FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST but include the shape of hair and outfits) You could see the shapes of their eyes, the slope of their nose, and the curve of their lips.

(and now, you're probably asking -- but OP, what about clothes? How do we have a sense of style if we can't see the look when we look in the mirror? That is true. Wearing outfits will just accentuate your soul's shape. But the moment it's off and on a hangar, you can see it plain as day since it's soulless on its own. Also Ieiri helps you, sometimes even Yaga if you're that desperate)

"You're going to hurt yourself from thinking so hard, Haibara." There you are! You even brought, "Hiya!" "Senpai!" Gojo glared at you, "Meh, why aren't you ever this respectful? Hm? You have to respect our customs, foreigner!"

You scoff, "I do respect your customs, just not you."

"Bitch."

"Masochist."

"Masochist?! The hell is that for?"

"You like me insulting you, your soul lives for it. Got a degradation kink, old man?" "Who the fuck you calling old man for?! I'm just a year old-" "Haibara~! Let's go get something to eat!" "O-Oi! Don't run away, pussy!" You stick your tongue out at him as you pull Haibara by the arm, dragging him to some nearby tall selling takoyaki

You spent the entire day ignoring Gojo, who sulked behind you and Haibara as you dragged said male all around Roppongi where you were supposed to meet up with one other. Yep, you guessed it!

Mei Mei!

(don't you just love mixing friend groups and praying to whatever god is out there that it all works out? 😁)

Mei Mei couldn't care less about Haibara, though she did seem to acknowledge him as somewhat worth having around in regards to his 'service potential', but honestly, her indifference was palpable

Instead, Mei Mei focused on you, whose face held a dreamy look as the pretty woman spoke to you with that lovely sing-song voice of hers (she still HELLA sus iykyk but for the sake of this, she ain't. She's just greedy here)

Gojo was irked by how close Mei Mei got to you, his face unbelievably stoic as he watched you and Mei Mei interact (cue that anime angry mark and eyebrow twitch)— Mei Mei acting like a sugar mama to you as the white-haired woman walked you around pointing at shit she knew you'd like.

Ah, I can already hear some of you confused --- specifically the ones who are really into canon.

You see, Mei Mei does nothing out of the goodness of her heart. No, no. Greed is the very foundation of her character. And so, it would make sense that she wouldn't just spend her money on anyone just for the hell of it.

And so, the truth. You and Mei Mei had this secret arrangement --- in return for a few favors and pieces of key-information that she can't quite get from her watchful crows, Mei Mei would pay for your services. Usually, she'd just send the cash over but whenever the two of you are together, she'd provide you a little shopping spree. (No-one knows about this btw)

Despite the previous, it was evident that Mei Mei liked you. She saw you as her favorite little Kouhai, mainly because of how resourceful you could be, and the way your personalities seemed to mesh well together was exquisite in her opinion.

(Side Note: Your relationship with her is incredibly on-the-surface. The reason why you get along so well is because you adapt yourself to her personality. I wouldn't say you're a people-pleaser, although you are, but more of a subtle manipulating type of thing. Idk how to put it)

You weren't at all annoying like the others. Additionally, you had a higher chance of reaching your service potential than any other (i don't even know if that's a compliment or an insult and I wrote it 🤪)

Gojo wasn't a big fan of Mei Mei spoiling you, and it led to a whole day of the two of them kind of fighting to show off who could spoil you the most (though it may or may not have been your plan from the get-go).

The situation became more obvious to Haibara when you wrapped your arm around his, a wicked smile upon your lips as you quietly inquired from Haibara what he wanted. Not fully grasping the scheme, he answered, and then you'd claimed as your current desire, which Mei Mei and Gojo would then buy immediately.

Eventually, Kento joins after receiving a SOS text message from Haibara. At the sight of the two wordlessly seething cotton swabs with you smirking in front of them, Kento dragged him away (he only greeted you, he could care less about the other two)

While Mei Mei was preoccupied with a phone call, and Gojo was off buying something sweet for you and spicy for Suguru, to eat together later — you found yourself sitting at the same spot Haibara had been sitting earlier.

There was someone next to it, but that didn't stop you as you plopped yourself down, attention focused on the people walking by. Blissfully unaware of the minor curses that plagued them.

Sometimes, if you felt merciful, you would destroy the curse. Weaker curses didn't require you to physically manifest your chains; a small, invisible chain was all it took to loop around the curse and squeeze them to death.

"Never seen a technique like yours, foreigner."

At the stranger's words, you paused. You hadn't sensed any cursed energy from the person sitting next to you, so how could they have known? Glancing to your side, you tilted your head in slight confusion as you examined the man sitting next to you

"what happened to 'hello'? 'how are you'? To introductions, in general?" There was a slight tease to your words yet your fingers subtly twitched by your side

The raven-haired man snorted in amusement, a slight smirk on his lips as he leaned back against the wall of the bench. His hands were in his pockets as he didn't once look your way.

"How long have you been here with them?" Something in his voice had put you on edge, but at the same time, you didn't feel imminently in danger.

"Long enough, give or take."

He made a face, "Like it, so far?"

You shrugged your shoulders, your eyes still on his silhouette as you answered, "Neutral, so far."

"So you haven't been here long enough," he sassed back earning a short snort from you.

"Oh? Why's that?" "You'll see, soon enough." And with that, he stood up, walking away from you without another word. You stared at his soul, watching it get tinier with every step he took.

You had met many dark blues, but the edges of his were... fuzzy. Not clearly definable. That was new.

Surprisingly, you didn't feel shook or concerned. You actually felt a rush of excitement, the sort you got from trying to solve the mystery of some crime show before the narrator could even reveal the truth.

Suddenly, Gojo appeared in the corner of your eye, his sunglasses pulled down his nose as his iridescent eyes gazed down at you.

His eyes were the only ones you had ever truly seen. You thought it was because of his Six-Eyes.

"Yo! Got the drugs," he said, to which you replied with a casual "Hm."

He narrowed his eyes, "What happened?"

So observant

You perked up, "What?"

He repeated, a small frown on his lips, "What happened?"

You shrugged, "Just an... interesting encounter, that's all."

Gojo knew better. But he also knew you.

"Alright, let's go. Mei Mei already left, and she wanted me to give you this," he said with displeasure in his voice as he threw a bag into your lap—a luxury brand bag. But not before handing you yet another bag, another luxury brand.

With a sense of curiosity, you gently untied the bag's ribbon and opened it, revealing a small box inside. Your fingers carefully lifted the lid, revealing the gift within as you opened the box

A single earring, a crescent moon hanging from it. It's metal glimmering under the setting sun (wow, time passed fast today)

"Now we can match!" Gojo said. Showing off his wrist, a silver bracelet with a sun hanging from it.

You snorted, "What about Suguru, hm?" (While you asked, you put the earring on without another moment's notice)

He rolled his eyes, revealing another bag matching your own, "His is here...ya like it, tho?"

Having stood up from where you sat, you smiled softly as you affectionately bumped your head onto his shoulder before motioning for him to walk with you. (You didn't get to see his grin, but you could feel it.)

"Let's go home, Gojo," you said, with Mei Mei's gift loosely wrapped around your wrist, knowing it could wait.

...

(A/N): Ugh, I keep having to come back to fix certain things so it can better fit my narrative. I keep writing these shits while being tired af, and when I wake up --- I forget my own canon 🙄

Anyways

Who do you think the rando guy is?

Also did you notice how you immediately checked Gojo's gift rather than Mei Mei's? In fact, you completely ignored her gift to you.

Moreover, have any of you noticed that whenever you get to know someone --- their name alters? I wonder what that implies for certain people.

And what does a fuzzy outline mean?

This was also supposed to take another turn but then the characters charactered and here we are now.

Drop a comment

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Hope you enjoyed!

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6rookie-writer0110 · 6 months

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Footprints to the heart

Peter Parker X Male Reader

Request: Andrew Peter Parker x son of Wanda Male Reader (Wiccan powers obvi 🤭) Maybe Peter and reader already established relationship with them being married and maybe being at the stage where they feel like they are ready to take on kids so reader let’s his reality warping be the womb per say? Like NOT MALE PREG, but maybe him making like a sphere I guess and then putting him and peters dna into it and speeding up the whole 9 months waiting process and WALA A KID. now onto the actual request 😭

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Love your work btw, keep up the good work, and don’t be afraid to take breaks if you need it 💞

Peter is happy being married to you and he enjoys every moment. You arrived home and you are working on your new suit, and he kissed you on the lips. You are sitting on the couch and he sits next to you.

“Hey, Y/n” Peter smiled.

“Hi,” You smiled.

“Y/n, I wanted to ask you something,” Peter said.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I think we are ready to have a baby, starting our family. I have been thinking about this for a while and I want us to be on the same page” Peter said

“Makes sense, why you have been acting strange. Do you think we are ready? Everything will change” You said.

“I’m sure of this and I want you to be honest with me. I think we are ready, yes I know everything will change but we will go through it together” Peter said.

Peter gently hold your hand.

“Let's start a family, Peter,” You said

“Really?!” Peter smiled.

“Yes, I mean it. I really see us having a kid or two together. I love you and I don't want to start a family with anyone else” You said.

Peter starts to kiss you.

“I love you too, Y/n,” Peter said.

You followed Peter to the guest room, he starts to talk about changing everything.

“Wait, but how we would have a baby?” Peter asked.

“Actually there is a spell for that,” You said.

“Wait, really?” Peter said.

“Yeah, there is. The spell will create a sphere and inside the baby will start to form, but typically it will be nine months. We can fast forward the months but it means, our time together would also fast forward” You said.

“Wow, I had no idea. And if we don't fast-forward forward then we wait day by day?” Peter said.

“Yes,” You said.

“Let’s do it, Y/n” Peter said.

“Okay, we will do it” You smiled.

You get your magic book, you show him the spell. You start to prepare the spell, then you start to say the words. Everything around starts to glow, then a sphere starts to appear. Then you put your DNA and his DNA in the sphere. And everything goes back to normal and Peter gets closer to the sphere, all he sees is magic floating around.

“It takes time for the baby to form,” You said.

“Oh... Wow, this is incredible” Peter said.

“Now, I'm going to fast forward nine months,” You said.

“Okay, Y/n. Are we going to remember stuff?” Peter said.

“Fifty-fifty. We will remember this part but everything else will be a blur” You said.

“Okay,” Peter said.

You start to chant the new spell, and it starts. Everything was changing rapidly including you and Peter.

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9 Months Later... You and Peter have a baby boy. But you two are starting to have some issues, the baby doesn't sleep long during the night. You and Peter are losing sleep, the baby always needs a diaper change. You are feeding your son then he spits out the food, and it landed on your face and he starts to giggle.

“Gross. And it's not funny, Peter,” You said.

“It's a little bit funny. You made him laugh” Peter said.

He starts to clean his son's face and Peter cleans your face. You and Peter struggle to change the baby’s diaper because of the smell.

You try to make your son laugh, he does smile. He starts to cry and you start to freak out.

“I don't know why he is crying,” You said.

“We already fed him and change his diaper,” Peter said.

It was obvious that he wants to be carried, but you and Peter are overthinking it. Peter gives him a small toy but he doesn't want it, then he picked up his son. Peter gently starts to pat his back and he stops crying.

“Oh, good that worked” You sighed.

“Yeah,” Peter said.

Later, you and Peter go to the park as a family. You put a hat on your baby and he grabs your hand, then you gently touch his cheek and he smiled.

“I knew it would be a lot of work but experiencing, changes everything,” Peter said.

“I agree. Sometimes, I don't know why he cries most of the time” You said.

“Yeah, but it's worth it,” Peter said.

“It is,” You said.

✬ ✯ ✬ ✫

Your mom went to visit you and Peter. She is in shock that you two have a baby, and he is crying.

“Why is he crying?” Wanda asked.

“Hi, mom. I don't know we tried everything, we fed him and his diaper isn't dirty. We give him toys but he doesn't stop crying” You said.

“We don't know what to do,” Peter said.

“Let me try,” Wanda said.

She gently picked him up and starts to pat his back. He stopped crying and he burped.

“Babies, have to burp after they eat. Y/n, what is my grandson’s name?” Wanda said.

“Logan,” Peter said.

“Like the Wolverine?” Wanda asked.

“Yes, we named him after the Wolverine,” You said.

Wolverine saved you when you were a baby because Dr. Doom kidnapped you, and he helped Wanda to save you. Then he helped Wanda to raise you until you were a teenager.

Logan, snuggles on Wanda and she starts to smile. She starts to give tips on why babies cry a lot.

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It's Halloween... You and Peter are feeling excited to experience Halloween as a family. Your mom is helping you put a Scooby-Doo costume on Logan. Then you get dressed as Shaggy and Peter is Fred and your mom is dressed as Velma. She couldn't help to take a family picture and you can't stop smiling. Peter did manage to get some candies for his son.

Wanda took pictures of you and Peter with the baby by a funny scarecrow. Then you three went to a gift shop and Wanda couldn't help herself buying cute baby Halloween merchandise.

“Mom, I think he has enough gifts,” You said.

“I think you are wrong, Y/n” Wanda smiled.

She continued to pick more items for the baby.

“I don't think anything will change her mind,” Peter said.

“Yeah, I'm not going to argue with her,” You said.

You and Peter just watched her shop for a while. After a while of being outside and you go home. Wanda couldn't help to laugh when you and Peter struggled to change Logan’s diaper.

✬ ✯ ✬ ✫

Your mom is setting up the board game Monopoly in the living room. Everyone sits down and the game starts, and Logan is sitting on Peter’s lap. Logan tried to eat the small pieces, Peter tries to pull them away but Logan won't let go.

“For a small baby, where does he get the strength?” Peter asked.

Wanda used her magic so that your son would let go of the piece.

“When Y/n was a baby he was like that trying to put everything in his mouth. I always had it use magic to stop him” Wanda said.

“Mom, I wasn't like that,” You said.

Peter starts to giggle.

“You were such a cute baby” Wanda smiled.

It's your turn, you start to play then Little Logan grabbed the fake money from your hand. He puts it in his mouth then you took it away from him. Wanda went to grab the snacks and nobody won the game, because Logan kept trying to grab the pieces.

You were reading a book to Logan, but you fell asleep. He starts to grab the book, then Wanda and Peter noticed you sleeping. Peter and Wanda took a picture of you asleep, then she picked up her grandson.

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Peter took you out to the movie theater, but you and Peter started to make out. Before going home, you and Peter went to grab an ice cream.

“I got a text from my mom,” You said.

“What did she send?” Peter asked.

It's a picture of her and Logan, wearing matching shirts and he is smiling

“That is cute” Peter smiled.

“Yeah. My mom asked me how we will feel if she moved in with us” You said.

“Oh? How do you feel about that” Peter said.

“She has been feeling lonely. After what happened with Doctor Strange, I think she wants to be with us. We don't talk about it, so I don't ask questions” You said.

“I will be fine with it, only if you want her to move in with us. Plus, she has been a big help with our son, Y/n” Peter said.

While sitting next to each other, he put his hand on your knee. You and Peter continued to talk about it. After a while of talking about it, He kissed you then you two go home.

#peter parker fanfic #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #spiderman x reader #spiderman x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #flufftober

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neet-aspirant · 1 month

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Tuesday, 12th March 2024

my results were pretty good today and I'm happy! ofc, i gotta work harder this new term to score wayyyy more but yes! i can do it!!

class 11 is officially over!! i'm literally a 12th grader now wooohoo! from tomorrow, extra classes for class 12 begin at school, then from 23rd, one week of break and then from April, the new term officially starts!

if any seniors (especially desis cuz indian education system yk) but also anybody else at all have any tips on how to start out with class 12, please tell me! because this is board + neet year and i wanna manage time well, so!

senior year begins baby 🥂 (a lot of miseries, spirals, screaming, crying, throwing up, lost hope, rejuvenated faith, love, laughter, good marks and successes coming right up because beta, ab dikhega real wala fun :D)

#productivity #studyblr #study blog #desiblr #desi tumblr #desi tag #just desi things #desi studyblr #desi stuff #neetblr #neet preparation #neetcore #neet #cbse board #board exams #12th boards

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astridthevalkyrie · 5 months

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chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 6

“You’ve died twice? From clocks? “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: yesssss update's out have a fun time reading!

warnings: suicide attempts (with the understanding that she will reset), hawks pins reader to a building, rudeness, icky romantic stuff 🤮

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“Whoa.” Your hands come up in front of your chest as the kid’s arm crackles—crackles?—with lightning. “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa hang on, I don’t fight children!”

You don’t think the nerd hears you, because he’s jumping forward with wide, fearful, despaired eyes. “Detroit”—of course he’s an All Might copycat, USA lover, star spangled stripes, would still smash their number one hero, though more like she’d smash you because she’s super strong—”SMAAASH!”

Fuck your life. Truly.

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You go back to the beach the next today. Not to kill All Might again, even if you did cheat and break the vow you’d made to yourself the first day you officially started training to be a hero (haha your soul is broken you’re going to hell except you’re not because you’re stuck in a time loop and ohmygosh maybe this is hell maybe when you got hit by the rock that first day you died what the shiiiiit). No no, you won’t kill him again, because you’re just far more interested in who this tiny little green loser is and just how he KOed you with one punch.

That’s not, like, easy. You killed the top ten heroes minus the dumb bird! By right of passage, that makes you the number one! Or at least the number two if Hawks is de facto one even though he totally isn’t. He admitted MULTIPLE times that he would have just let you kill him. Who needs a flimsy number one hero like that?

Speaking of flimsy number one heroes.

You’re probably losing your mind more than you thought. Why are you looking at a chibi version of All Might?

Goddamn are heroes stupid! You’re perched up just barely out of view and neither the LITERAL NUMBER ONE or his protege have noticed you as they eat and yap about CLASSES of all things!

Okay, so when you killed All Might, he wasn’t exactly himself because he hasn’t had his Snickers bar yet or whatever. Which means you didn’t really kill the number one, and so the right of passage still leaves you at number two (yeah yeah, de facto Hawks number two, then you).

So if Small Might (good one! that’s original!) can’t fight you, that would mean the real foe you’d need to defeat is YOUNG MIDRORIYA! Only problem is that YOUNG MIDORIYA! is a child and y’know, you’re not quite that comfortable in your amorality yet. Already you feel queasy every time you think about the way you killed LightMight.

Still, one doesn’t just go around California Cabana-ing every single person they see, so when YOUNG MIDORIYA! starts walking back to whichever hovel he crawled out of, you follow him until you see someone trip in front of him, large drink in their hands.

What would have soaked his shirt now completely coats his face with just a liiiiitle bit of wind.

Respect your elders, kid. You’ll never be the next Mini Might with that attitude. Although, that isn’t any reason to apologize that profusely to the lady that spilled the drink. No, there’s no need to buy her a new drink either, your face got soaked, not her’s, she was the one not looking where she was going. OFFERING AN AUTOGRAPH FROM ERASERHEAD? HUH? DID SHE LOSE HER DRINK OR DID SHE LOSE HER WHOLE GODDAMN FAMILY?

Oh, she doesn’t even know who Eraserhead is. Ha. That’s right, walk home with your sorry little green head all wet. That’ll teach you not to bribe civilians.

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The next day, you wake up, ignore Hawks’ text first thing in the morning, open your window and jump out. Then you wake up in your bed again, and repeat. Repeat. Repeat. It’s entertaining for all of six minutes before the nothingness and despair becomes passionless.

What’s left? What more is there?

Well, it was kinda fun taking Ryukyu up to space (no it wasn’t?). You could try that again. Opening the window, you go up this time, instead of down.

Today, you’ll try to reach the sun.

First, you’re shot by someone who must think you were a stray bird. First, rude. Second, still illegal. Rot in jail. You love being a pro hero, the police do whatever you say with overt rudeness but begrudging submission.

Second, you look into the sun too long and uh. Die. That one’s embarrassing.

Third, claws dig into your hips and yank you down.

“Hey!” You scratch at the hands assisting gravity in bringing you closer to the ground. “What the hell, what are you doing? You never get here this early!”

“What are you doing? Where are you even going?”

“I will kick you in the balls if you don’t let me go, you dumb shit!”

“You’re so nice,” Hawks drawls, and his legs wrap around yours too, one arm around your front to pin your arms to the side. Now it’s only his wings keeping you afloat, his air giving you flight. It infuriates you, appealing muscles aside. “Someone just took a picture of us, by the way. Have fun explaining that one.”

You growl as fiercely as humanly possible, wriggling in his grasp. “Stupid stupid stupid bird impedes justice, gets murdered for it.”

“Too wordy for a hashtag.”

“Okay, how’s about—” It makes your chest hurt when you do it, but you suck in wind towards you using your own breath, and shoot it down to throw his arms away from you. “Hashtag I Did Hawks’ Dad!”

His wings flap as he falls, but he catches himself in no time. You’re propelling back up already, clouds not even within touching distance yet. Not that you wanna touch them. They’re really cold. Might as well touch Endeavor’s heart while you’re at it.

“For your information.” His nails graze your nape this time, and he grips the back of your uniform. With a grunt, he pulls you back again, too strong for those weak birdy bones. You shoot downwards, gasping. “That would make you a criminal fucker.”

You’re sideways, hair twisting in strange ways as you glare up at him. His wings expand impressively, blocking the sun and giving you a good look at a world of crimson gold.

“Sorry about your dirtbag father. Can you get out of the fucking way?”

Hawks holds up a finger with a condescending look, pointing to his right, then his left. “See these? These are legitimate directions to fly in. Up is nothing. Up doesn’t have anything for you.”

“You’re a fake friend,” you spit, jetting up with a fist raised.

He blocks, immediately raising his leg to kick you, but you saw that move coming because sometimes you watch his fight compilations for entertainment (and his compilations in real life too, duh). His foot connects with your arm, and the sunlight gleams in his visor. “Is that so? Elaborate for me.”

“Do you know how fucking bored I am? Do you have any idea how much I hate every single fucking person on this planet?”

You land a square hit on his chest; the victory is short lived. Feathers sneak into your sleeves and pull you down, ignoring your kicking and screaming.

“Who could you possibly hate?” he sings.

“You, for starters, winged piece of shit! And Endeavor, yeah, that’s right, dickrider. Cry about it. I hate All Might too—did you know he’s a fraud? And his stupid ass sidekick, or ex boyfriend, or whatever, I paid him a visit and every time he’s about to tell me my future I end up dying, because life hates me just as much as I hate life! I’m not even allowed to know how I go out! Ryuku and Best Jeanist think they can appeal to my better nature, well, I DON’T HAVE ONE! Oh, I hope you get to marry someone someday, Hawks, and I hope they cheat on you and take all your money.”

It might look like you’re flailing, but you’re not. You’re just trying to air out your own clothes to get the feathers out. The man who had taken a picture of you is not full on recording the fight you and Hawks are having.

You flash him two matching middle fingers.

“Stop it,” Hawks snarls, apparently fed up now (one word against Endeavor and Fanboy Hawks comes out to play). “That shit’ll go viral, you know it will.”

“Sorry to ruin your perfect image, golden boy.” You finally rip the last feather out of your sleeve, biting it in half and spitting it out just to spite him. “Kiss my ass—fuck!”

You’re pinned. Fully against the building. The feathers aren’t under your clothes, they don’t need to be. They connect with each other to form a link that pins your ankles and wrists individually and before you can suck in any air a few more stuff into your mouth as a makeshift gag. Upside down. “I’m not worried about my image, songbird. Your popularity rating is at an all time low lately.”

Because you don’t pose for posers the way he does. And also maybe how not child friendly you are in interviews. Maaaybe because most of the other heroes don’t even like you enough to team up with you.

Not! That! It! Matters!

Hawks can read you well enough from your eyes. He maneuvers his body upside down to look at you face up, and looks into your gaze with a slight quirk of his lips. “What’s the matter, Nightingale? You hate hero society all of a sudden?”

NO SHIT.

“You wanna skip patrol today?”

NO.

“Why not?”

WE’LL BE CALLED TO FIGHT CLOCKINTHEHOLE ANYWAY AND IF WE DON’T GET THERE IN TIME PEOPLE GET INJURED AND YOU GET ALL SAD FOR THE REST OF THE DAY.

“Sorry, gonna need your mouth to transcribe that one.” The gag is lifted and before you can scream he covers your mouth with his hand, “Hey,” he coos, looking like his hair is flying up, “I’m serious. We can skip patrol, or I can do it on my own. I’ll cover for you, no problem.”

“Dude,” you choke, and the wetness running up your temple makes you realize you’re crying, “I wanna die.”

His face changes immediately, dropping every bit of his persona in an instant. The feathers loosen and release you, dropping you, and he catches you bridal style before you can turn on Aerial.

“Alright, hang on.” His face is pained as he nudges your window open, carrying you in. “Hang on.”

The blood rushes back to your head, and the tears fall normally. He places you against your headboard, right next to the body pillow you always wake up next to. The sight of it makes you cry harder.

“Hey, hey.” Just like he did every time you tried to manipulate fighting tactics out of him to use against Endeavor, Hawks’ thumbs come up to brush your tears away. He sits at the edge of your bed, as though he’s visiting you in the hospital. “Hey, pretty girl, c’mon. Talk to me. Tell me everything. Let me help you.”

Your hands tangle in your own hair and your eyes shut, looking every bit the crazy lady you’ve become. “I want to fly into the sun. Please, just let me do that.”

“I can’t,” he pleads, taking his visor off and setting it aside. His jacket goes next, and he drapes it over you like the two of you aren’t indoors. And not on a date. He’s watched one too many cheesy romcoms. His favorite is John Tucker Must Die. You think that’s because he has mommy issues.

“I can’t,” he repeats, nudging himself next to you and moving your hands from your hair to your lap. His own hands go up to pat your hair down, and brush your shoulders, touch as light as a feather.

He’s grooming you. Dumb bird.

A painful sob escapes you, and you fall into him as he rubs your arms, your back, your hair. His bodysuit quickly becomes wet with your tears, but he doesn’t seem to mind, lips on your temple and arms tight around you. He even leans down and kisses a tear straight off your cheek.

“I’ve been living the same day again and again. I’ve lost count of the days. I killed people and I manipulated you and you keep helping me but nothing works. Everyday I have to go through this. Everyday the universe finds a way to kill me. I haven’t—” Your own wail cuts you off, and he squeezes you closer. “I haven’t seen nighttime in forever! I’ll forget what nighttime looks like soon, I’m so sick of the sun!”

He doesn’t say anything. Sometimes he believes you straight away, sometimes he doesn’t, but either way he eventually takes it in stride. He cheers you up. He takes you places or he talks and talks and talks until you’re laughing, laughing so hard you almost don’t feel the pain when you die.

His lips burn on your skin. He keeps them on your temple, warming you far more than his jacket does.

“I hate telling you this every time,” you sniff, “I wish there was a way I could fast forward it.”

Still, he doesn’t talk. He moves instead, holding you to his heart like you’re.

Gold.

When Hawks does speak, his voice is thicker than normal, like he’s holding back something. Tears of his own, or a confession. Too many times he’s seen you vulnerable now, even if he doesn’t remember, and you don’t think you’ll ever see him in such a state.

“If you wanna fly into the sun, I won’t stop you.”

You look at him. No hint of a lie in those golden eyes. Pulling away from the safety you’d embraced for a second, you sit back and swallow. “Yeah? No lie?”

“No lie. You’ll come back, right? The day will reset. So it’s okay.”

“Yeah.” Unless today is finally the last day. But you doubt it. You’ll know when it is. If it ever comes.

“Then you can go. Or…”

A few minutes ago, you’d have jumped out the window the second he stopped holding you back. “Or?”

“Or.” His tongue pokes into the side of his cheek. Thinking face. One of the few people who doesn’t have a dumb thinking face. This one actually looks like he’s thinking. “You let me take you somewhere.”

“Where?”

“Surprise,” he says softly, “you’ll like it. Promise.”

And you figure you can always fly into the sun tomorrow. The giant ass star isn’t going anywhere.

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He’s had a hand over your eyes for a couple minutes now, guiding you inside…somewhere. Every few seconds he makes a shushing sound, to who you assume are bystanders wondering why the rude hero who trended number one on Twitter this morning (#FrightingaleBreakdown) is wandering around.

“Are you taking me to a strip club?” you ask suddenly. “I really don’t wanna go to a strip club right now.”

“No, but that’s a good idea. Tell me that one later. Or, tomorrow, or whatever. Whenever you want.”

Yeah. Okay.

A door closes, and that’s when he finally moves his hand. You’d assumed you would have to shield your eyes from some ceiling light. But instead, you’re met by even more darkness.

Well. Not total darkness.

There’s a hint of white. A sliver of silver. And it’s everywhere.

You honesttoGod gasp, staggering back as you witness the night sky. The stars twinkle like shiny teeth (that sparkle, adding beauty to my faaaace, my shiny teeth that glisten, just like a christmas tree, you know they’d walk a mile, just to see me smile (woo!) my shiny teeth and me). Your hands tremble as they close over your mouth, and you don’t realize that you’re tearing up until Hawks’ fingers are under your eyes again, catching the tears before they can fall.

“I know a planetarium isn’t the same as the actual night.” He glows like this, how does one do that? What’s his skincare routine? “But…it’s better than nothing, and I’ll bring you here whenever you want. You say the word to me and we’re here. Or anywhere else. If you can’t get out of the loop, then you should take advantage of it. Have fun. Do things you’ve never had time to do before. I’ll help you.”

For all this trouble, you should stare up at the faux sky, not at him.

“And um, to speed up the process.” His cheeks dust pink, and he whispers, “Keigo.”

That’s when you find your voice. “What?”

“Keigo. My name. I’ve never told anyone, so, you know. I’ll believe you faster.” His face is red now, all the way up to the tips of his prickly ears.

“Kei-go.” You test it out on your tongue, eyes on him. “Well, what if I’m just messing with you and I’m not actually reliving today?”

He exhales in a way that tells you the thought didn’t even cross his mind. As if you’re sooo goodhearted you would never do such a thing. But you absolutely would.

“It’d be worth it.” Hawks—Keigo—shrugs. “To hear you say my name.”

Oh.

You step forward, you think, to kiss him, but before you get the chance the ground shakes, and then crumbles directly under your feet. You don’t even hear his cry of surprise. Is this an earthquake? No, quicksand? But that makes no sense—except the curse doesn’t make any sense at all, so yeah. Sure. You’ll go out like that.

You wake up with the taste of sand and good sense never to try and kiss your partner again.

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“You’re early!” Hawks greets you at patrol.

“Yeah, well.” You sigh, blowing into the cup of hot tea in your hand. “We don’t all take our time like you, Keigo.”

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x you #keigo takami x you #takami keigo x you #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #boku no hero academia x you #ckc fic #valkyrie stories

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ligayangdala · 2 years

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WHO'S THE BABY DADDY? 🍼 ligayangdala's third series.

SA WAKAS.

pagkatapos ng apat na taon mo sa kolehiyo, makakamit mo na ang inaasam mo—ang makuha ang diploma, rumampa sa harap at palakpakan ng madla, salubungin ang pamilya mo na may ngiti at pasalamatan sila sa apat na taong ginugol nila sa pagpapaaral sayo. ang araw ng pagtatapos mo sa kolehiyo, masyado kang nalasing at ginawa ang mga bagay na matagal nang nasa bucket list mo,

PERO,

dalawang buwan pagkatapos ng pagtatapos mo sa kolehiyo, ay umpisa ng pinakamahabang ilang buwan mo ng buhay mo. ang umpisa ng kalbaryo mo nung malaman mong ikaw ay nagdadalang tao. paano nangyari 'yun? hindi mo rin alam dahil wala ka namang nobyo. may ilang buwan ka pa para hanapin ang anak ng dinadala mo kaya naman,

MEET THE POTENTIAL DADDIES:

JOHNNY SUH, Ang CEO.

YUTA NAKAMOTO, Ang Soccer Player.

LEE TAEYONG, Ang Rapper.

JEONG JAEHYUN, Ang Ex-Boyfriend.

MARK LEE, Ang Best Friend.

FIND OUT WHO'S THE DADDY THIS COMING NOVEMBER/DECEMBER/JANUARY SEASON! 🍼

MULA KAY LIGAYA:

hello filozens! dahil we hit 700+ followers and... well, nasa 780+ na rin ngayon, here's admin l's surprise for you all (and for me XD)! ✨ ito yung nanalo sa poll last time, choice 🔥 ! very obvious naman kung bakit 🔥 di ba? HAHAHAH admin l grouped all nct members through wheel of names and ayan na nga ang kinalabasan HAHAHAH

bakit po november/december/january pa mags-start?

kasi plano muna namin tapusin 'yung camboy!series :D tapos balak rin muna namin mag-post ng requests, kaya tentative months lang yung nilagay namin. most likely sa december-january talaga 'to mags-start kasi medyo mahaba 'yung christmas break namin nun. hindi lang talaga mapakali si admin l at gusto niya nang i-post 'to 😭

ano pong genre/tropes nito?

accidental pregnancy, new parents, fluff, angst, smut (like bilang lang sa kamay HAHAHAH). as usual, will add warnings sa mismong fic na pero sa ngayon, ayan muna ang dapat niyong i-expect. wala pa rin kasi kaming malalagay sa warnings kasi hindi pa naman talaga namin buo 'yung fic, rough draft ng plot pa lang siya.

#nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #johnny scenarios #yuta scenarios #taeyong scenarios #jaehyun scenarios #mark scenarios #nct smut #nct 127 smut #ligayangdala series #au: who's the baby daddy?

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stuckybarton · 1 year

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Heads Under Water XIV

Summary: Finally going home was all you needed. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,757 Chapter Warnings: None.

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Part XIV

“Ang Anak ko! (My Baby!)”

The sobbing from your mother the moment you landed from the jet by the beach side of your childhood home washed away all of the stress of the constant travel you’ve placed upon yourself for the past twenty-four hours. You were wrapped in her arms and it was all you would have wanted right now—ignoring the pain still lingering from your body.

“I’m here, Mama.” You whispered. Mind going back to the moment where you thought you would never see her again. The resolve to be with her now into fruition after such a long time apart. “And I brought a friend.” You slowly pulled away to where Shuri was now making her way down the jet. A shy smile playing on the younger woman’s face.

“Ay! Hindi mo naman sinabi na may kasama kang kaibigan. Nakapagluto sana ako ng pagkain para sa inyo. (Oh! You didn’t say you would bring your friend. I would have made food for them).”

You watch your mother promptly pull away from you and began hugging Shuri much to her surprise. You tried your best to hide the laughter at the sight of her in such a predicament. It was even more amusing for her to ask in broken English about your whereabouts and what you’ve been doing for the past few years to have you not come home. You could only give Shuri a knowing look that your mother wasn’t aware of her involvement in Wakanda.

“O sya, sasabihin ko na lang sa papa mo na kumuha ng hipon at alimasag sa freezer. Wala naming allergy yung kaibigan mo diba? (Anyways, I’ll tell your father to get some shrimps and crabs from the freezer. You friend doesn’t have any allergies, right?)”

“I don’t.” Shuri reassured with a smile. You blinked in surprise that she could understand, only to realize that she had her AI on the little earpiece she had on. The realization that she had also understood what K'uk'ulkan had now called you was also up in the air. “I hope it’s also alright to overstay our welcome.” She pointed towards the jet that also had Okoye.

Your time in the jet was with Okoye bantering with Shuri about where to park the jet in the beach, and you eventually breaking the argument and reassuring the beachside would be big enough for the aircraft—temporarily. God knows what your neighbors would think when they catch sight of it in the morning.

“No worries.” You reassured them both. “Stay as long as you like.”

For the next few hours, from the feast your mother had given to you and your companions to you showing them around the beach and pointing towards the reinforced rock formation you had created to avoid the tides, they seemed a little more relaxed to be here.

“Now I don’t understand why you wouldn’t come home to this paradise.” Shuri pointed out as you both walked barefoot by the sand.

Okoye had made it her mission to patrol around to avoid any unnecessary eyes around as well as to ensure the both of you had your much needed privacy for a good while.

“It’s home. I wanted something more to do than be here.” You pointed out. “I wanted to make money to give my parents the life they deserve, when I did—I now want to make them proud of the accomplishments I’ve done in my career.”

The waves and winds were calm this time of the day, it was a complete contrast to the thunders of your heart and of your mind. But slowly, the longer you stay home, the slower the thoughts and fears would subside. It was needed, a long time coming for you to finally do. You only wished it was on a much different term than you are right now.

“Will we expect you back in Wakanda?” She inquired.

“I just need to handle some things back in New York, then I’m all yours after.” You reassured her.

You knew in your heart that being in New York no longer felt like an obligation, not with another pending investigation for the things you have not done were waiting for you when you come back. It was now a curse you needed to break before finally having a clean slate in your life.

No longer did the money matter as you’ve have all the money you could ever have and all that could help your parents for as long as they are alive. It was now your morality above everything else.

“Will you be fine in Wakanda even with what happened to Namor?” She continued and you halted, feet curling against the rough sands as you turned your gaze back towards Shuri. It was bound to be acknowledged, one way or another.

“I’ll be fine.” You reassured, having not said anything about what transpired. To this very moment, you refused to be responsible for another war, even if it meant your own demise. “I’ll always be fine.”

As the sun has set, Shuri was needed back in Wakanda. Your mother had insisted on giving them a shit ton of coffee they had lying around, as well as some knickknacks they had and a dozen of sweets for their journey back home. Shuri had insisted once again that you were to call her when you decided to come back to Wakanda which you accepted without hesitation and you were now left all on your own back home with your parents to finally catch up about everything that you’ve been doing since you’ve last gotten back home.

“Himala naman at pinayagan ka na ng boss mo na mag bakasyon. (It’s a miracle that your boss finally allowed you a vacation).” Your father pointed out at the dinner table.

One of the many things you have missed about going home was the food. Rice was always a staple, something you did not have laying around in New York, and the food that only your mother was capable of making was just something that made you miss home more and more. The smell of fried fish and fermented shrimp already has your stomach growling.

“Masyado na rin akong na-ooverwork kaya hinayaan na niya kong magbakasyon ng matagal (I’m so overworked that he finally allowed me a long vacation).” You responded, to this day, you still think it was best for them not to know your involvement with Wakanda—or even the people of Talokan for the foreseeable future.

“Aba dapat lang. (As he should).” Your mother pointed out loading your plate with a serving for two at this point but you genuinely would be able to finish and get another serving of. “Ang laki ng pinayat mo hindi na tama yung mga pinag-gagawa sayo ng lalaking yun. (You’ve lost weight, whatever that man is making you do isn’t right anymore).” She continued.

“I know.” You admit, if only she truly knew the extent of it. “Mag-reresign na rin ako sa kanya pagbalik ko. (I’m resigning when I get back).”

There was a beat of silence before your parents shared a look.

“Anak, napag-isipan mo na ba ng maigi to? (Baby, have you thought this through?)” Your father inquired, the same question that had been given to you when you had told them the news that you were quitting your teaching position to fly to New York to work for Tony all those years ago.

You know your father always meant no harm in his words, always wanting the best for you. But it breaks your heart that they still do worry about you still even at your age. You were not getting any younger just as much as they weren’t. You couldn’t live a life where you create and create things with the sole purpose of saving the same people that would have a chance of becoming a casualty. In good conscious, you couldn’t do it anymore.

“Opo, may malilipatan na rin naman ako. Private company na sya kaya iwas na rin sa gulo tulad kay Tony. (Yes, I already have somewhere else I could work for. It’s a Private Company so I could avoid the chaos just like with Tony).”

Technically you were not lying. Wakanda was private still. Secluded form the outside world and the only mess they might find themselves in is when it either involves anyone trying to look for Vibranium or from anyone in Talokan. Both issue you were far certain you could avoid dealing with from now on if you were careful.

“Magiging ligtas ka na ba dyan? (Will you finally be safe there?)” Your mother asked.

In the years of working with Tony, aside from the multiple hearings with US Senators and UN for that matter, you’ve also had your fair shares of near-death experiences from Alien Attacks and other villains’ hell bent on taking over the world. It will never be avoidable wherever you may find yourself working with, Wakanda was no exception to it.

“I will.” You assured your mother still even with it not truly being the truth, but your mother didn’t need to know it. “Baka mas mababa ang sahod, pero alam kong mas makakatulong ako sa nangangailan. (The pay might not be as high but I know I could truly help those in need).”

“Basta kung saan ka masaya, Anak. Nandito lang kami ng Mama mo lagi, proud na proud sayo. (As long as you’re happy, Baby. Me and your mother are always here, proud of you).”

You tried your best not to shed a tear at your father’s words. It weighed so heavily on you to throughout the years. No matter how many times they say it to you, it never felt like it was real. It wasn’t enough. After all you had done, being the center of far too negative news in the past, it didn’t feel like you deserved it at all.

After dinner, for once you had settled into your childhood bed. The array of memorabilia that screamed at you was just a sight to see. The countless awards and recognitions you’ve earned throughout your time at school and University was all placed on one side of the wall. But the one thing that stood out the most was the picture of you and your parents on your college graduation. The beaming smile on both of their faces when they walked besides you when you took your diploma.

For them, you’re making the needed change in your life once and for all.

#k'uk'ulkan x reader #K'uk'ulkan x filipino!reader #K'uk'ulkan smut #K'uk'ulkan series #K'uk'ulkan oneshot #K'uk'ulkan angst #K'uk'ulkan fluff #K'uk'ulkan imagines #K'uk'ulkan imagine #namor x reader #namor x filipino!reader #namor smut #namor series #namor oneshots #namor angst #namor fluff #namor imagines

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breakingnewswala · 2 years

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एमपी में बड़ा सड़क हादसा, 5 लोगों की ऑन द स्पॉट मौत, कई घायल

मध्यप्रदेश के रायसेन जिले में बड़ा सड़क हादसा हो गया है, जिसमें पांच लोगों की मौके पर मौत हो गई है, वहीं पांच लोग गंभीर रूप से घायल हो गए हैं। रायसेन. मध्यप्रदेश के रायसेन जिले में बड़ा सड़क हादसा हो गया है, जिसमें पांच लोगों की मौके पर मौत हो गई है, वहीं पांच लोग गंभीर रूप से घायल हो गए हैं। जानकारी के अनुसार रायसेन जिले में एक ऑटो और एक मिनी ट्रक की आमने सामने की जोरदार भिडंत हो गई, जिसमें…

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kimhortons · 21 days

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last week of march | work journal in bullets.

monday - first day in our new office, feels like first day high. it was fun and exciting, pag break time para kaming mga college students sa pantry, may groupings na parang hati sa mga nerdy, rockstars, grupo ng hearthrob at queen bees haha. except our vip room. haha. it doesn't feel homey, like nung nasa temporary office pa kami, kahit magulo it feels like home and super chill lang. ngayon, though we have our comfortable and very neat office, may cr na may malakas na bidet haha at unli water refill, our room feels draining. siguro kasi mas tutok kami sa work dahil bawal ang phones. and surprisingly, hindi lang pala ako yung nakaka feel nun. tsaka medyo masikip din kasi yung room namin haha. basta nag aadjust palang naman, masasanay din.

tuesday - nothing really happened, same same. nafifeel ko na naman ang katoxican ng paligid haha. same issues, same drama na i don't wanna be in anymore, kaya lalong nakaka drain, na wala kang choice kundi mag focus nalang sa work kesa makihalubilo sa mga kawork na amplaplastik. haha. hindi ko naman ginegeneralized, pero parang ang hirap makatrabaho ng mga gen z. haha. ang dami nilang issue lagi, ang bibilis pa ma-offend. parang mga wala pang work ethics. basta nakaka umay, wala na ko ibang masabi. haha

wednesday - hindi ko alam kung dahil ba full moon or dahil pa retrograde na? pero sobrang emotional ko na naman nung araw na 'to. okay lang naman ako kumain mag isa, pero nung time na 'to ang lungkot pala. haha. di ko alam, tinamaan lang bigla ako ng topak nung araw na 'to, sila zha kasi may mga baon, gusto ko sana sa karinderya kami kakaen kasi wala akong baon at wala akong kainan, e di nila pinansin at tumuloy lang sa pantry kaya nag walk out ako para kumain mag isa. pero dahil sa badtrip, nakadagdag pa yung tagal nung cashier mag take order, napag taasan ako ng boses nung nag seserve. sa irita ko, at dahil patuloy na yung iyak ko, pina take out ko nalang kahit nakaka dalawang subo palang ako. tinawagan ko pa sana si J nun habang kumakain para di ko mafeel na mag isa ako. kaso nawalan narin ako ng gana. sinumbong ko pa sa manager yung waitress, at tinry nila ako pakalmahin, nag sorry naman si ate pero nag walk out nalang ako ulit pagkabigay nung take out food ko. later that day, pinansin ko naman na din sila zha at kumain ulit kami ni J ng dinner sa resto na yon pero sa SM na branch naman. haha. lakas ng topak.

thursday - wala akong picture kahapon haha. same ganap sa work, umattend lang kami ni zha sa birthday ng anak ng isang kawork namin. medyo badtrip lang din pala ako sa account namin, sa onshore TL namin at sa isang team member. lagi kasing may mali yung team member, and since sinabi ng onshore TL namin na yun na iraise sakaniya every time na may maeencounter ako, of course nire-raise ko. e kaso mukhang hindi niya nagegets yung point ko. feeling niya ata nag pipin point ako ng mga mali e hello? hindi ba dapat maging aware yung tao? tsaka naoffend ata siya nung una kasi hindi ko sakanya nireraise yun, kundi dun sa isang onshore member nila na kasabayan namin ni zha na syempre mas kabisado din yung buong process nung ginagawa namin. e mismong siya na bagong TL lang dun, mali mali din yung gawa. tapos kung hindi raw ba ako comfortable sakanya, kay zha ako mag sabi, hindi talaga ako comfortable sakanya kasi may history siya samin--not directly saken--sa om namin, na may pagka racist siya kasi hindi niya tinrain yung bago samin nun dahil hindi raw english ang first language namin. lol haha. di ko talaga siya bet haha. kaya di narin ako masyadong nakikipag chikahan sa gc namin since siya naging TL dun. tumahimik nga gc namin simula nung dumating siya haha. ewan ko kung nag eenjoy pa ba ako dito sa trabahong 'to or pumapasok nalang ako para sumahod haha.

#jrnl

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rogrogrog · 9 months

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Good afternoon po. Doc salamat po sa lahat. Wala na po si tatay. Isa po kayo sa mga doctor na may mabuting puso para sa mga pasyente. And also to your secretary thank you. Godbless po🙏

-from the daughter of my patient with lung cancer stage IV

I distinctly remember him as one of my softspoken patients. He was in his late fifties, non-smoker. He endured treatment because according to his daughter, he really wanted to live (who does not, anyway?).

Then came the scan after radiation and chemo-- the cancer progressed. The daughter was initially afraid to divulge the sad news and break his father's hope. But he fought until the very end.

So many why's in this world left unanswered. My prayers for my dear patient. 🙏

#life #philippines #pinoy #kwento #medicine #oncology #cancer #buhay medisina

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shoodleynoodle · 2 months

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Chinese New Year 2024 ♡

Nung naglalakad-lakad kami para maghanap ng mga nag-ddragon dance pala nakita namin tong mga nagcocosplay tapos aliw na aliw si eli kase nakita niya raw si miles morales tas tawang-tawa ako kase nung lumapit kami sakanya nagve-vape pa siya. Ahahahahaha. Di kase siya masyadong dinadayo ng mga tao. Ahahaha. Wala lang mababaw lang talaga kaligayahan ko. Ahahaha.

Since andun na rin naman kami edi nagpunta na rin kami ng escolta hub kase antagal na namin siya talagang plano. Nagpicture-picture lang kaki sa loob tapos nagpahinga saglit kasi super pagod na maglakad si eli. Ahahaha. Nakabili rin ako ng stickers saka pin na hindi ko na napicturean at nawala na sa isip ko.

At syempreee, mandatory fred's date pero ibang branch naman. Kakakita ko lang rin sa fb memories ko nung intra and fred's date namin last year. Ahahaha. In hopes of finding kuya ely pa rin, charot. First time namin hindi abutin ng closing sa fred's, nakakaaliw, ganun pala uminom dun nang di nappressure ibottoms up yung last order. Ahahahaha. Nag-enjoy rin si eli kase nakakatakbo siya sa labas pag nagve-vape break ako saka nag-aaningan lang kami don. Ahahaha. Naichika ko na rin ang mga utang ko kay @tikboy-qt at yun naman talaga rin ang main purpose ng pagpunta namin sa fred's. Ahahaha. Iba pa rin talaga kwentuhan nang ganun ang ambiance, ewan ko, ansaya lang. Ahahaha.

Nung pauwi na kami, inutusan namin si eli na kunin ang bill sa counter (kita naman namin siya) tas nagulat talaga ako na nakaupo na lang siya bigla sa may bar stool tas kinakausap niya sila ate dun. Ahahaha. Nagrequest na sya na ipatugtog yung until the day i die ng story so far. Ahahahahaha. Edi proud na proud na naman ako sa music taste niya. Ahahaha. Sayang lang pauwi na kami non tas saka nagpatugtog ng mga kanta na ganung genre, feeling namin playlist na namin yun eh. Ahahahaha.

Happy meeee!!! Tapos internship na uli ngayon super busy na naman. Kailan kaya kami makakaulit? Ahahahaha.

THANK YOU SO MUCH LABYU MWA @tikboy-qt sorry late sa deadline ang pag-post. 🍑

#n #skl #cny2024 #part 2 #photodump

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urrvw · 15 days

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I saw your post about songs that fuck with your brain chemistry -- any recommendations...? 👀

Yes ill always recommend hindi and bangla songs 💥💥💥

Hindi —

literally anything by r.d. burman honestly, but i remember the main ones i absolutely loved when i was smaller (i had awesome taste in music. Trust) — kya hua tera vada, gulabi akhen (please please listen to this one please pleas eplease), tere bina zindagi se (this is meh but like. i was obsessed with it so.), chura liya hai tumne jo dil ko (also please please please listen to this i love this so much forveee), meri bheegi bheegi si, dilbar mere

I'm not sure if these are by rd burman as well but FUCK these are so good 💥💥💥 — salame-ishq meri jaan, o saathi re (i prefer asha's ver, but kishore kumar is awesome too), khaike paan banaras wala, pal pal dil ke pas (my brother liked this more than me), yeh dosti, dum maro dum, phulo ka taro, pairody song (specifically look up mr india pairody song literal banger im telling you), hawa hawaii

Another paragraph break so it's easy for me — yeh mera dil yaar ka diwana, beqarar karke hamen yun na jaiye, mehbooba mehbooba (there's a new one but the SUCKS . Trust . Meh booba sholay, also by rd burman), bach ke rehna re baba, jhoomka gira re (theres a new version called kya jhumka and that sucks okay), kiki ki muskurahaton pe, jaane woh jaise log the, aa chal ke tujhe mei leke chalu

comparatively more recent — ik bagal, ranaji, azadi (im pretty sure there are many songs with this name, so specifically azadi gully boy 👍👍), namak, beedi, panga, mehboob mere, ghoomar, pinga, train song (also from gully boy), kab se kab tak, jahaan to chala, chikni chameli (this changed lives . Trust), nagada sang dhol baje, zoobi doobi

Also ANYTHING gulzar wrote, FUCKING banger

Bangla —

ANYTHING MANNA DEY SANG . ALSO SUMAN . Um i always thought it was suman chaterjee but apparently it's suman chattopadhyay . but also i have favourites so :))) — se amar choto bon, coffee houser sei addata aaj aar nei, hoyto tomari janya (most of these are my brother's recs because i listen to bangla songs less than he does), ghurche chaka, amader jonyo, pagol, haal chherona bondhu, petkati chandiyal, bose aanko

^ sent by my brother

ALSO EVERYTHING BY TAGORE . RABINDRANATH TAGORE . SO AWESOME — jodi tor daak shune keo na ashe (also called ekla cholo re), ami banglay gaan gai, hridmajhare rakhbo, fagunero mohonay, neel digante oi phuler agun, gram chara oi ranga matir poth, ore bhai phagun legeche bone bone, amra shobai raja, projapoti projapoti (this is a children's song but it's good and you will listen to it.), phagun hawaye hawaye,

not rabindrasangeet (what we call tagore's songs) — gouri elo dekhe jalo, majhi tor radio nai, not bengali (it's assamese) but SUCH a banger — kapili kapili

I have more songs but i forgor

#.asks ❜#.bean ❜#'why are these most of these old' i have a father and brother and mother #my mother is professional singer and my father is a poet . go figure #also of you cant find some of these first try #especially the bangla ones #it's cause english language sucks and cant capture the beauty of bangla ever .#THERES. ANOTHER I JUST CANT REMEMBER #i remember the VIBE but i dont remember the TUNE or LYRICS :(((((

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bbarican · 6 months

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october 21, 2023; 8:59 pm - weekend

hi tumblr, happy weekend! kamusta naman kayo? how are your weekends so far?

as usual, just dropping by to post some updates here (usually and mostly for myself but if you do end up reading these, thank you ♡)

personal:

today was super lovely, we ended up going to makati for lunch and a bit of shopping

my mom bought us new sunnies and im super happy kasi i have new pair to wear to our trips soon

we tried sunnies coffee's spanish latte and tbh sobrang sarap niya as in super high quality ng lasa niya not like pick up coffee or but first coffee (imo!) which i kind of expected na ganun yung lasa niya kasi theyre primarily not a brand that sells drinks talaga to begin with but it was a 10/10 for me; im excited to try their matcha tho

i decluttered my closet and i feel so light and happy about it kasi super konti nalang talaga yung natira and im 300% sure na yung mga tinira ko is sinusuot ko naman talaga

the clothes i took out, i plan on donating sa h&m since they do offer vouchers in return so im excited to do that too

food today was good too, we had shake shack for lunch, then i made my favorite cheesy bread with hot honey for dinner

im excited for tomorrow kasi my dad is finally back from japan!

im so excited for 1989 taylor's version too! i keep forgetting na i really like the songs on this album pala talaga

its my mom's birthday next week and im just excited to spend it with her; im sad na i dont have extra money to get her anything this year pero babawi nalang ako sakanya for sure

work:

i have quite a bit to do tomorrow to prep for my end of the month mtg on monday

again, for some reason kinakabahan ako pero i know naman na everything's gonna work out

we also have a sponty general assembly kasi we need all the help we can get from the designers na hindi masyadong loaded to help those who are busy to turnover their projects this and next month

im just always excited to see my office besties; i love how makulit we all are tapos nag tutugma talaga ugali naming lahat

oh my god you guys may kinaiinisan ako na officemate kol; tamad na ko to make another post about him pero long story short super tanga niya and i hate him

im so excited as in super super super excited for our company outing

friends:

this is a shocker even until now pero i really feel like 100% break na yung best friend ko and his boyfriend of 7 years

its really sad and heartbreaking kasi the guy even planned on proposing to my bestfriend na pero i know my bestfriend deserves better talaga especially with how theyve been these past few months

i miss them! noel and chesy are officially on their own and chevy is still doing her thing and i will forever be grateful na they are safe and happy

id love to meet new people though; i feel like meeting new people would be so exciting

love:

i still have bumble on my phone and the biggest update i can give yall is the fact na i just adjusted the ange range to 27-40 i think HAHA

cause i really dont want to date younger men UNLESS theyre super mature and not super bata pa talaga ng pagiisip

but yeah other than that wala as in wala akong kausap and sometimes it takes a toll on me but most of the time im fine

again, thank you for reading and caring about my updates, i love you ♡

#bbarican #personal #thoughts #writings #updates #dump #list

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astridthevalkyrie · 11 months

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chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 2

“You’ve died twice? From clocks?” “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: you know it's a good writing kick when i'm updating despite no one liking this but me LOL

warnings: afab reader with she/her pronouns. FOUL language, reader curses so much, and just general rudeness, lots of death because reader is morbid, reader slutshames hawks

“So how many times have you told me?”

“Jesus, you must be allergic to asking original questions.”

Hawks levels you with an unimpressed look. “I’d say something about how I obviously wouldn’t remember my past self’s questions—”

“‘But you’ll probably make fun of me by repeating verbatim what I’m saying.’” You smirk at the pained look on his face that accompanies your air quotes. “Yeah. Now you’re going to try and think of an original, out of the box question to ask, which, if you can believe it or not, varies on how I move or what I say. I look right, you ask me what past you has said so far, but if I look left, you ask me about how I’ve been keeping myself entertained.”

After a long pause in which you think about how much you hate this fucking coffee, Hawks says, “You’re going to be a pain to talk to.”

“I’m a goddamn delight. You’re the one I’ve had to convince of this six whole times.”

“But you keep tellin’ me, sweetheart.” Ew. Ew. “Why is that?”

“I told you, you’re a constant everyday. Besides me dying.”

“You die—”

“Yes,” you sigh impatiently, “I never get through the day without dying. The longest I’ve gone is till 4 PM.” Gesture to the clock that you know is five minutes ahead. “So, one hour left to go! Yay me.”

Now you both only stare at each other, which is new, since Hawks can usually never shut the fuck up. There’s a question you want to ask, have wanted to ask for the past few days you’ve told him (with some breaks in between because come on, you’re not a walking Wikipedia page for fucking time loops and Hawks has no idea how to not be a pain) but you’re not going to because. Uh. Insecurity or some shit.

Taking a long swig of his yucky strawberry bright pink dark-as-his-soul drink, freaky golden eyes observe you. You only darken your own gaze. What is this? A death match? Well, you’ve died several times and he’s still stuck at zero so. You know. He can suck your dick.

“Why don’t you ask me some questions?” he finally offers, and when you narrow your eyes, he grins cheerfully. “C’mon, songbird, you know you want to.”

“What’s the ratio of men you’ve been with versus women?”

“Four to nine. Challenge me next time.”

What a smug little shit. “Slut. How crazy do you think I am right now?”

“Not any more than normal.”

“How do you not sweat in that oversized jacket?”

“Bird stuff. And style takes priority over comfort.”

“Wild.” This is boring. Fucking boring, you’re bored, and you could die at any time. How boring does something have to be for you to not be nervous about death? Goddamn.

You’re nearly beaming when a gunshot hits the ceiling, only for your happy mood to be replaced by a horrified one when a literal mini feather takes the robber out of the store and knocks him against a lamppost. What the fuck. What the fuck, dude.

The waitress who makes the least shitty coffee in the whole cafe has tears in her eyes. “Oh, thank you, Hawks! Thank you! I was so scared!”

“When?”

A fat tear catches on her lip as she quivers. “W-what?”

“When were you scared? He dealt with that in a second! The asshole didn’t even give you time to be scared!”

“I’m fast,” Hawks winks at her, stepping too close for your comfort. Slut. WHORE. “Oh my god,” he snaps his fingers in realization, “you knew that was going to happen. You’re a bad person.” For some reason, that thought is abso-fucking-lutely hilarious to him. “You were so about to let this store be robbed.”

“Um, no. For your FYI—”

“Redundant—”

“The same things don’t happen everyday. I mean that stupid fucking shit for brains asshole clock bitch always shows up, but the cafe has never been robbed before. That’s just the universe trying to kill me. Look.” You stomp out, waving away the waitress who seems too hesitant to tell you that you have to pay they can put you in jail give you a life sentence it won’t matter now innit and kneel down by the robber.

“Aha! One more bullet. This was my death instrument. But you interrupted.”

SCARY shimmery golden eyes get closer closerthanhewastothewaitress until you’re knelt up against the same lamppost that gave Mr. Robber a concussion. “So I saved your life. Do I get a thank you kiss?”

“You get a choke on my balls, man. Also, you’re being, like. Really casual about this. Consistently. You’re telling me to try stuff and I’m trying the stuff, like I watched the Bill Murray movie and I gave myself a really good orgasm, and none of it worked, but if I didn’t know better I’d say you were living this with me.”

“Nah.” The corners of his lips quirk up genuinely. “I’m just trying to match whatever you’re giving me. You’re not panicking, so I’m not gonna be the one who tries to push you over the edge.”

“But I am panicking. Like, it’s whatever because I can’t stop it, but Hawks, I’m still...” You blink, looking at him, for the first time, with a defeated look. “Stuck.”

The pro catches your chin before it falls, forcing it up to meet his gaze. Ugly, lemon-colored eyes. Lips that at least four men and nine women have kissed. You wonder if Hawks is into degradation. He looks like he has a praise kink.

His hand encircles your wrist, he leans in, and then he blows a cherry on your cheek.

“Gross, dude, you’re gross!”

“Tell me everyday.” he replies cheerfully, “not that I’m gross.” You’re going to tell him exactly that everyday. Even when you’re not in a time loop. If you’re ever not in a time loop. “But about what’s happening. I’ll help get you unstuck no matter what.”

Why. You’re not gonna ask that. You’re just gonna accept the help that he owes you for not saving you the first day. And fuck that little butterfly-flutterfly shitstain feeling that’s usually reserved for your pussy that’s creeping up higher and twisting into knots in your stomach.

(The only time you’ve ever felt it with Hawks in the past was that one time he was fucking stuffing his gob with cheap street vendor fried chicken and when he swallowed he. Groaned. Out loud. All disgusting and unghhhh and shit. And your womanly wiles liked it. The fuck.)

“Fine.” Your palm touches his cheek right as the robber comes to, taking the gun that you cleverly left at his side and blowing a hole in your head.

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You will not be telling Hawks you died while caressing his prickly bird face.

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In three days actuallynodaysatallhowSPOOKY, it’s 4 PM, and you and Hawks are at the top of the highest building in the city.

“You never did ask.” Hawks looks and sounds like a villain, surrounded by so many feathers pointed outward. You feel like a civ too, in the middle of it all, standing helplessly. But you’re not scared of him. If you weren’t sure you could take him? Then maybe. Are you sure? Maybe. Whatever. You can work on that confidence todaymorrow.

“Ask what?” The way your hands are up as though you’re ready to fight invisible demons would you make you fucking cackle if it was anyone else.

“Why my questions are different depending on the way you turn.”

You release a heavy laugh, eyes darting around like a madwoman. What will it be? A comet? A criminal? The building itself crumbling? You’d think a person would know what to expect after…nineteen? twenty? however-many-the-fuck-days. “You shit. That’s why you’ve been telling me to ask you stuff each day. Clever little birdbrain.”

A fly barely gets into the fray before a crimson feather wraps around it and tosses it to the side. Hawks does many things, but taking chances when it comes to doing his job isn’t one of them, apparently. Not that this is his job. Or at least you didn’t ask for it to be if he’s making it his personal mission to ensure you live that’s on him and only him.

“So why?”

“Oh, I’m not gonna tell you.”

“What!? Why not?”

“Because now there’s at least one piece of info that you won’t know and can’t parrot to poor tomorrow me.” He grins, showing you his stupid pearly whites. “Sucks to suck.”

“Fuck you.” You flip him off. “I’ll just manipulate it out of you tomorrow.”

Hawks’ voice comes out in a song—only this bitch would somehow find a way to one-up you when you’re literally immortal. “No, you woooon’t, songbird. Oh, hey!” He holds up his phone. “4:01!”

“4:01?” Your eyes bulge.

“Four o fucking one!”

“4:01!” you shriek happily, throwing yourself into his arms. Hawks squeezes you tight, burying his face in your hair like you two are the parents of some graduating high school student who was also the class president as THOUGH your combined genes would ever create such a genius.

Hawks is warm.

A plane fucking crashes into you. He’s miraculously spared.

Bitch.

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