#he makes his way to the podium. breathes deep to center himself before he launches into his thankless thank-yous. steve's a terrible liar

[ba-responds]

Catharsis (Villain!Deku x Fem!Reader) Chapter Four

A/n: Guess who got bronchitis and can’t fucking breathe, but also isn’t home because she took a train 4 hours away, while sick, to visit her friend for a week? This dumb bitch. Anyways here’s chapter four, I guess.

Summary: An unexpected death of a loved one can lead to a sudden influx of emotions. Those same emotions can become repressed, as denial and disbelief comes into play. In this time, one would seek a means of catharsis, a release from those strong, repressed emotions. But what would you do if that means of catharsis, the same release you sought so hard for, becomes addicting? To the extent, that you feel you can not live without it? What if it can’t live without you? **WARNING: This story MAY contain; bullying, suicide, depression, torture, manipulation, mentions of sexual assault, and MORE! You have been warned.

Masterlist

Prologue II Chpt 1 II Chpt 2 II Chpt 3 II Chpt 4

Chapter Four: Mangled Legs and Psionic Explosions

U.A. seems much bigger when your standing in front of it, wondering where your classroom is. Fellow students poured into the school, prompting you to follow them. You looked around curiously, wandering the halls in an attempt to search for your class. Not long after, you saw the 1-A door sign, making you sigh in relief. While there was still 10 minutes before class was supposed to begin, you were happy to be able to sit down, fatigue already taking over your body. Last night was filled with nerves, as you wondered how your first day of class would begin, thus you only got 3 hours of sleep. However, that wasn’t much of a change from your usual sleeping habits, where you barely got 4 hours of sleep every night.

Finally opening the large door, you glanced around the room. It was half full, with a variety of different types of people sitting in their seats, most talking quietly to each other. Walking to the podium in front of the class, you looked at the seating chart, scanning it for your name. Spotting it, your lips turned down in a frown, growling lowly when your realized that your seat was right behind Bakugo’s. Rolling your eyes, you turned to your seat, sitting in it as the door banged open. Bakugo stood there confidently, not bothering to take in the class before he strolled to the podium, eyeing the seating chart. After seeing where his desk is, his eyes swept around the class in distaste. When he spotted you, he bared his teeth, growling as he stomped over to you.

His dramatic entrance had caught the attention of the rest in class, who watched worriedly as he stomped his way over towards you. You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow at him almost tauntingly.

“What the fuck are you doing here, dumb bitch?!” He yelled, small explosions popping out of his hands. You looked at him for a moment, trying to decide if it was worth replying as you sized him up, before deciding that it wasn’t. So, instead, you turned your head away, looking out of the window. Bakugo roared in rage as you ignored him, his hand raising to grab your collar.

“Fuck it.”

 A red haired boy shot up, ready to try to help the situation, but Bakugo suddenly tumbled backwards when you swiftly punched him dead in the center of his chest.

“I’m not here to play your fucking games, Bakugo,” You hissed, settling back into your seat with a calming breath, gritting your teeth.  The class gasped in shock at the power your one punch held, the redhead blinking dumbfounded, before continuing forward, stepping in front of Bakugo just as he was about to pounce at you. 

“Whoa dude, calm down. You don’t want to get in trouble on the first day, do you?” The redhead said, holding out his hand as if that would stop Bakugo. Bakugo clicked his tongue, sending you a glare before flopping into his desk in front of you. The redhead glanced between the two of you, before sending you a bright smile, holding out his hand.

“My name is Eijiro Kirishima,” He introduced as you shook his hand.

“(Y/n) (L/n), but please just call me (Y/n),” You muttered, slightly taken aback at his wide, childlike grin. The sight of it made your heart clench slightly, memories of Izuku smiling like that coming to the forefront of your mind. You forced a smile, slightly quirking your head to the side slightly, forcing yourself to seem amused. It wasn’t hard to do, since you’ve been doing it for so long it became almost instinct. You’re happy expression seemed to attract some of the other students, who were still eyeing the situation curiously. A blunette stepped forward, moving his arm wildly at Bakugo, who had his feet propped up on his desk. 

You talked to the boy named Kirishima for a few more minutes, before the door opening caught your attention. A brunette walked in nervously, with a small smile as she took in the room. The blue haired boy, who you’ve overheard name was Iida, suddenly cut himself off, stopping his lecturing to walk over to the girl.

“Ah, I see you are fine after the Zero-pointer crushed you. I apologize for not spotting you in time to help,” He said pretty loudly, thus, most of the class listened in on the conversation. The brunette blushed deeply at the attention, her rosy cheeks turning even darker.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Both of my legs were completely mangled, but a few kisses from Recovery Girl fixed that. A-and it’s fine, there was so much happening, that it was kind of expected that I wouldn’t be noticed in time…” She trailed off, looking shyly at the ground.

You frowned, remembering overhearing that someone was crushed by the Zero-point robot while in your battle center, but during that time you were a few blocks away and didn’t see what happened. Looking back at Kirishima, he turned away from the girl, looking down as if he felt guilty. 

“He must have witnessed it, and not have been able to do anything to save her,” 

“If you’re here to make friends, get out,” A husky voice said, shifting the attention of the class to the yellow sleeping bag that stood at the door. Unwrapping himself, the scruffy looking man looked to the class before speaking again.

“I’m Shoto Aizawa, your homeroom teacher,” He introduced, before producing a pile of clothes, holding the uniform up. “Put these on, and head outside.”

The girls gleefully talked in the locker room, deciding to get to know each other since there were so few females in the class. While making light conversation, your eyes drifted over to the girl named Uraraka. Her legs seemed heavily scarred, probably from the entrance exam, but she didn’t seem to be self-conscious about it, joyfully engaging in a seemingly interesting conversation with Mina. Your gaze lingered for a moment, before looking away, finishing getting dressed by putting on the U.A. gym uniform’s jacket

Once outside, you continued the light conversation you were having with Hagakure, who was extremely excited about whatever activities the class would be participating in. With a slight smile on your face, you stood along with the rest of your classmates, waiting for Aizawa to begin. After a few minutes, when everyone was accounted for, Aizawa explained what he planned for today, earning a lot of complaints from everyone. After shutting down the complaints, he turned his attention to Bakugo.

“You scored first on the entrance exam…” He uttered out, continuing on to asking Bakugo a few questions, then told Bakugo to throw a ball with his quirk. Bakugo stepped up to the circle, muttering to himself for a second before hurling the ball with a loud ‘Die!’. The class gasped in awe at the distance, while you turned your head away from the explosive boy, still not completely over what happened between the two of you, not even 30 minutes ago.

Aizawa went on to explain the hardships of real life, and casually mentioning that who ever came in last place would be expelled. Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, before a determined face replaced it, intent on not getting last place.

As the Quirk Apprehension came closer to an end, it was your turn to pitch the baseball. Walking closer to the circle you were to stand in, you stripped off the jacket, flexing your arms as you caught the ball Aizawa threw to you.

“Whoa, she’s ripped!” The purple-ball haired boy drooled, repeatedly tapping the leg of a boy you recalled being named Kaminari. Kaminari nodded wildly, his jaw slightly dropped as well. 

“That’s so fucking hot,” he muttered. You shot him a disgusted glare, before taking a deep breath, closing your eyes and activating your quirk. Light crept up under your skin in thin lines, traveling up your arms, and under your clothes, the light emitting a faint glow from under your clothes. Snapping your eyes open, you reeled back, launching the ball into the air; waiting a moment with your arm still outstretched, before sending a controlled psionic explosion after it, sending the ball even further with a loud ‘Crack!’. The explosion caused your arm to jerk back, making you wince as your shoulder became a little sore.

“983 meters,” Aizawa said, as he turned his phone for the class to see. You nodded, grabbing your discarded jacket off the floor, tossing it over your shoulder as you made it back to your classmates, most who congratulated you on your high score. You smiled politely, thanking everyone who congratulated you. Your gaze shifted over to the fuming blonde, feeling a smirk creep onto your face at his distressed look.

It was finally time for everyone to see their overall scores, and most of all, who would be expelled. Aizawa talked even more about how everyone was ranked from best to worst.

“And now, it’s time to see your scores.” As he said those words, he pressed a button, a projection of the scores suddenly appearing in front of the class. You quickly scanned the names, finding yourself at 9th place. Letting out a small sigh of relief, your attention was drawn towards the sound of a loud cry.

The purple ball haired kid cried loudly, falling to his knees. Your eyes snapped back to the projection, finding the name Mineta Minoru in the last place spot. Assuming that was him, you gave him a sympathetic look, as Aizawa began to speak.

“Mineta Minoru, you have been expelled from U.A.. Pack your bags and go home,”

The class gasped in shock at the bluntness of his voice, Momo covering her mouth with her hand in disbelief.

“Y-You can’t be serious!” she called out, her eyes wide as she glanced towards the crying, shorter boy. Aizawa rubbed his eyes boredly, before looking at her.

“Of course I am. I’m not going to waste my time on someone who has no potential. Now that we’re done here, there are handouts on the curriculum in class, I expect you to look them over,” He muttered before walking away. The class remained frozen in their spots, only being able to watch in pity as Mineta stood up, running away while sobbing. 

You awkwardly looked at the people near you, all who looked around at each other, as if asking the same question,

“Did that really just happen?”

It was a few hours after classes had ended, and Aizawa slowly made his way towards the meeting room, where the rest of the U.A. teachers were. He carried his sleeping bag over his shoulder, using his free hand to open the door. All of the seats were filled, except one next to Yamada Hizashi aka Present Mic, his self-proclaimed best friend. Aizawa plopped down in his seat, before sliding a file over towards Principal Nezu.

“This kid is expelled,” He muttered simply, before sitting back in his seat, waiting for the official meeting to begin. Principal Nezu quickly leafed through the file before putting it off to the side.

“Okay!” Nezu squeaked out, “Today’s meeting is about a villain, who as of recent, has been causing trouble in the surrounding areas. While this doesn’t particularly involve the school, the police wanted us to discuss this as heroes, plus some interesting suspicions the police have on the villain,”

Nezu clicked a button on a remote that sat in front of him, right next to his cup of tea. In the middle of the conference table, a projection appeared. It showed a display of destroyed buildings, before the image shifted to a dark figure standing in the middle of a crater size ditch. From the grainy photo, it seemed as if the figure wore a white dress shirt, with a black dress tie, black suit vest, and black pants. While the figure’s face was covered in what looked to be a purple-black shadow, turfs of dark green hair poked out, along with bright glowing green eyes; and behind him, long, pointed spear-like tentacles emerged from the ground under him.

“While this villain had first been spotted over a year ago, it has only been recently that it seems like this person has came back, and even stronger than before. The reason is still unknown, as well as much about the villain themselves. However, the police has come to suspect this young man,” 

The grainy picture of the figure shrunk, another picture popping up next to it. It showed the smiling, young face of a boy who seemed to be no older than a junior high kid. The kid had a bright smile, his wild green hair and freckles prominent in the photo.

“This is Izuku Midoriya. Almost two years ago, he was thought to have commited suicide; a body had even been found and identified. Though, this information hasn’t been released to the public, the body the police found, soon turned up missing after Inko Midoriya confirmed the bloated body as her son. Because of a mix up, it was first thought to have been mistakenly cremated, due to ignorance of a morgue tech. As such, the last police chief attempted to cover this up to avoid a lawsuit being filed, and convinced Ms. Midoriya to have a closed-casket funeral, thus not being able to see the body after confirming it. In replace of Izuku Midoriya’s body, a John Doe was buried,” Nezu explained, his usual cheery tone, being toned down.

“Absolutely disgusting,” The Pro-hero Midnight muttered, shaking her head, feeling pain for the poor women who unknowingly buried the body of a stranger in place of her son.

“Furthermore, it is believed that the entire incident was a planned scheme to have Izuku Midoriya announced dead, so he’d have an easy path into villain-hood,” Nezu continued to explain, before being cut off by Vlad King.

“What does this have to do with us?” He asked gruffly. Nezu, raised his hand dismissively, before continuing.

“We, as heros, should look out for this boy. He is dangerous, and is believed to have killed more than 100 people in a single attack. Not to mention that he is the same age as our high school students, so it may be possible for him to temporarily pass as one of our own students. While this is unlikely, it is still a possibility. The police are currently looking further into Midoriya’s previous life, but don’t want to officially announce him as the villain, while there is still not much evidence. Telling us was just a precaution, as the police may later need our help.” 

The room was silent for a few moments, as everyone stared at the innocent looking face of Izuku Midoriya. Aizawa’s eyes shifted back and forth between the innocent face, to the dark, slightly blurry picture. Taking a deep breathe, he shook his head, tearing his eyes away from the projection, muttering to himself.

“Villains are getting younger and younger these days.”

#bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #bnha izuku #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya imagine #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #mha imagines #mha x reader

[btsvt-adventures]

omg please do more yuri on ice jihan it has brought me back from the dead

A/n: I’m sorry this has literally taken me 49384738190 years to write omg I just moved countries for school so it’s been a little hectic!!! 

Edit: THIS AU IS INPIRED BY YURI ON ICE. I’m changing it’s name to just Ice Skating AU since I decided to expand on the universe and give Jeonghan a different backstory :)

Want more of this AU? Ask me here!

Ice Skating AU: Introductions | The Beginning | Drunk (Almost) Kisses | I Have Faith | Promised Rewards | Secret Plans | Opposites (Sometimes) Attract

The first Grand Prix assignment is held in Beijing, China, and Jisoo’s almost sure he’s either gonna throw up, pass out while performing later on the ice

It’s not even that he’s doing badly. In fact, he’s done really well so far, placing first in the short program, but he can feel the pressure slowly suffocating him

Last night Jeonghan had been so proud, and Jisoo was elated, giddy with joy (and maybe a glass of champagne… or two). He’d finally won something and proved that he was worth the love and attention Jeonghan was showering him with

This morning however, feels different. Jisoo can feel the tension at the hotel’s breakfast buffet, people talking in hushed whispers as he walks past. He picks up bits and pieces as he waits for his eggs, heart sinking when he hears “he’s not that good, we’ll beat him in the next round for sure.”

Jeonghan finds him later on in the changing rooms, going through his routine for probably the 300th time that morning. He wraps his arms around Jisoo’s slender frame, scaring the shit out of his student

“Early start?” Jeonghan comments, resting his chin on Jisoo’s shoulder, frowning when he sees the frustration painted across Jisoo’s delicate features. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Jisoo shakes his head, letting himself relax in his coach’s embrace before pulling away. He goes back to practicing his routine, trying desperately to tune out the cheers and gasps from the monitoring TV, each contestant’s score higher than the otheres

Jeonghan can see the panic building in his protégé, and grabs his arm, tugging him as far away from the screams and cheers as he can. They stop in the carpark, where the sounds of blades sliding across ice, and the amazed gasps are muffled

Jisoo stares at the floor, suppressing the panic he feels bubbling underneath the surface. He knew the skaters were good, but hearing how high their scores are makes sense as to why they were so confident

“Hey, hey, HEY!” Jeonghan snaps, gripping Jisoo’s face tightly, heart aching when he sees the panic on his face. “Stop worrying about it, you’ll be fine, okay?”

Jeonghan takes a deep breath, and Jisoo follows. In hindsight, the next few words leaving Jeonghan’s lips aren’t the smartest, but he genuinely, honestly, thought that was the best way to motivate Jisoo

“Just focus on your own routine,” he ruffles Jisoo’s hair fondly. “Besides, if you don’t place on the podium and get a medal, I have to take responsibility and resign as your coach,” he grins, hoping it’ll motivate his favourite (only) student into refocusing

It has the exact opposite effect. Jisoo’s doe-like eyes immediately fill with tears.

Well fuck.

“How- How could you say that!” Jisoo cries, the distress in his voice echoing in the silence of the carpark. “I’m used to blaming myself for failures, but now they reflect on you too,” he sobs, tears slipping down his cheeks.

“I-I’ve even been wondering if you wanted to quit before I embarrassed you even more!” he wails, and Jeonghan grips his shoulders, leaning in close and waiting until Jisoo calms down

“I would never – I’m sorry I just- what can I do?” Jeonghan murmurs gently, gently wiping away his tears, smiling wistfully at his distraught student

Jisoo sniffles, hiccuping softly. “Nothing. I just want you to have more faith in me that I’ll win. I just want you to stand by me.”

Jeonghan’s stunned for a moment. Jisoo looks up at him imploringly, and Jeonghan can’t help but break into an affectionate smile. “Of course, anything you want, Jisoo. Now, get ready for your turn, okay? We’re going to be on soon

Jisoo takes a deep breath, collecting himself before he nods, heading up to make himself somewhat presentable before his performance. He positions himself in the center of the rink, locking eyes with his crush coach before beginning his routine

Jeonghan watches intently, cheering loudly when he lands every jump and spin flawlessly. Jisoo skates by Jeonghan, smirking at him for a moment, and launches into a quadriple flip, stunning everyone, Jeonghan included

The commentators go wild, excitedly announcing that it’s Jeonghan’s signature move, made even more risky by how late into the routine it’s been placed

Jisoo’s routine comes to an end, and he’s panting, heart racing with exhilaration. His eyes search the crowd, lighting up when they meet Jeonghan’s, and he skates over hurriedly–

Only to be knocked off his feet, with Jeonghan’s soft, pink lips pressed against his own. The crowd falls silent immediately, staring at the pair lying on the ice, but none of that matters to Jisoo (for now at least)

“I’m so, so proud of you,” Jeonghan whispers, hovering above his student, admiring the pretty pink that’s dusted across Jisoo’s cheeks

Jisoo’s flustered, grinning dopily at Jeonghan before his senses come back and he’s scrambling to sit upright, much to Jeonghan’s amusement

He ends up placing second, behind a Thai skater whose routine was absolutely flawless, but Jisoo’s not upset. In fact, he’s elated

Jeonghan wraps an arm around Jisoo, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “It’s okay, you placed, which means we get into the next round!” Jisoo laughs, shaking his head lightly. “ It doesn’t matter that I didn’t win. I have you, and that’s worth more than any win to me”

Please like and reblog

If you’d like more of this AU, or your own lil thing, of if you just wanna yell at me, you can do so here~

#seventeen #svt #ice skating au #jeonghan #hannie #angel #jisoo #joshua #jihan #thekpopnetwork #soojinnie's biases #my baby boys #yuri on ice au #skater jisoo #coach jeonghan #Anonnie #Soojinnie answers #i'm very tired now #this took forever to write

[pythonissam-despair]

❧ 15 Seconds of Fame | CH.2 Trial End

While Chuubey torturing Yukitori was an unexpected development from the infuriatingly passive rabbit, the moment quickly fell to the wayside with the wave of outrage that came next. What started the arguing could be Yukitori, but maybe it was something far deeper and scarier that had been bubbling inside all of you since the last trial.

Condemning Kohei was exactly what he wanted, some would argue, while others felt entitled to their disgust over his motives. Toki Hikami wasn’t a friend to many, but didn’t their life matter? Wasn’t there a line that had to be drawn...?

But where exactly was it? Where was civility earned and where was it discarded?

A hand rises to reach a podium, then another. Kohei Narasaki’s entire body protests, screaming in pain, but he ignores it. This was his moment, and he wasn’t going to let a stupid Incubator and some punishment ruin it. His show ends when he wants it to, and he says that it’s going to go on. This is his circus.

Slowly, the Streamer pulls himself to his feet, nearly leaning on his podium for support. He raises his head, still smiling. 

“Oh, no need to apologize, J4CK4L-san! I’d be absolutely stupid to not know what was going to happen to me! So don’t sound so sad! This goes for everyone, actually! I want you all to kill me with a smile on your face!”

He chuckles, before he turns to Masumi.

“You heard me! I’m not that dumb. And I had to think about that a lot! Being forgotten... is a fate worse than death. If you wanna hear a secret, it’s actually one of my greatest fears! Honestly, I don’t care whether I live or die! But being forgotten... I couldn’t stand that!” 

He sighs, admittedly a little disturbed by the thought. However, he brightens up again. 

“People outside will forget me! They probably would have anyways. Maybe they even have by now! Nobody stays relevant forever. And hey! If everyone forgets about Kohei Narasaki, then nothing is even lost!” 

He spits out the name with venom, nothing but pure hatred in his voice, before he bounces back. 

“But you’ll still remember me! You’ll still remember me, because you’ve killed me with your own hands!”

He hums. “I guess I should set the record straight while I’m still alive! But! I kinda lied about my wish, just a tiny bit! “Fame” probably was the wrong way to put it! What I really wished for... was some form of freedom.” 

With that, he detransforms, shooting Eleanor a glance as he does. Looking her straight in the eyes, he pulls off his wig.

A beat passes as Kohei Narasaki scans the room, a faraway look in his eyes. He speaks in a level voice, 

“Hello. My name is Kohei Narasaki. I’m 18 years old. I attend high school in Nagoya, where I receive good grades. I obey all rules and instructions, and I don’t cause problems for anyone.”

With a quick motion, he puts back on his wig, and like putting a mask back on he’s smiling, carefree Yukitori. 

“But, Kohei Narasaki hasn’t been me in years! I’m Yukitori, or Ko, or Yakitori, or Mx. Wig, or asshole, or Witch that we’re about to kill, or whatever you want to call me, but most importantly I’m me! That’s what I wished for. To be Yukitori more! To be myself more! For everyone to see me.”

“I was probably never going to get out of here anyways. So, why not at least try to get something out of it! Because, you know, I’m really, really selfish! I want everything I can get, and I want to be happy. And you can hate me if you’d like! Call me a terrible person, and I won’t deny it! I really don’t care! I mean, love, hate, I’m happy people have such strong feelings about me! But if I get to live and die as myself, no matter how long or short, I’ll be happy.”

He’s here for a good time, not a long one.

There was a bit more time to debate about morality, but everyone was still working on borrowed time. After their initial display of 'discipline' towards Yukitori, the Incubator fell into their normal silence. They nodded at some points being made and preened themself through others.

Truly, they didn't seem to care either way. It's only when they take a glance at the resident Streamer after a time do they pipe up again.

"...It appears time is up. If you were not prepared-" They launch themself off their column and safely away from the doomed Magus, "you may be in for a rough ride, hm....?"

It's then that you notice the change occurring.

Pain shoots through Yukitori’s body, not unlike when he threatened Chuubey. His grip on his podium tightens. He chuckles lightly. He knows what will become of him. That it’s useless to fight it. That in just a few moments, he is going to die, and everyone outside will forget him. His fans. His friends. And it’s just cruel irony that it’s not until right before he ceases to exist that Yukitori realizes that he doesn’t want to be forgotten.

But it’s not like he has control over that anymore. He chose his own fate, and this time he can’t run away from the responsibility.

Well, at least he can go out with a bang.

Yukitori rolls back his sleeve and pushes forward a glove on his hand. His bracelet flashes, before revealing the familiar shape of a Soul Gem. The normal bright teal is gone, replaced with a deep black, cracked around the edges. He chuckles again, louder this time.

“Well… Guess this is the end of the line for me. It was fun while it lasted.”

As his Soul Gem floats, cracking under the pressure, Yukitori steels himself with one last breath, before he breaks out into a smile. Shakily, he lifts one hand in a peace sign.

“Well friends, thanks for watching! This is Yukitori, signing off for the last time! See you all later!”

And then the gem explodes outward, blasting the room with waves of bright energy.

[ CW; Ommetaphobia/Scopophobia ]

. . .

Loud, almost ear-splitting carnival music fills the air and greet you as your eyes adjust. The walls of a giant circus tent surround you. The brightly-colored walls seem nearly reflective, as if you looked hard enough, you’d be able to see yourself in them. If you did look, however, you’d see your reflection has been distorted like a funhouse mirror.

Bright, blinding spotlights shine down to draw attention to the main and only attraction: the Witch himself. A TV head with multiple tendrils stands in the center of the tent, waving his eight legs around, almost goading you to come closer. His screen flickers between scenes featuring screams, audience laughter, static, anything to make you turn your attention or wrath his way.

Surrounding him are 3 Minions , two of whom are rather lumpy humanoids in black and white clown costumes sporting shattered TV screens as heads. They carry change and move with a loud clinking sound. They're joined by one humanoid in brightly colored garb with a megaphone speaker on its head. It sings the praises of the ringmaster across the room for you all to hear.

Kohei Narasaki is no more. All that remains is Leoncavallo, the Broadcasting Witch.

[ The Third Witch Hunt Begins ]

#pythonissam despair #plot #trial summary #chapter two #yukitori #chuubey #leoncavallo #cw; scopophobia #tw; scopophobia #cw; ommetaphobia #tw; ommetaphobia