#only after i made this entire thing did i realise i got the gif dimensions wrong... i was using the old dimensions...

[yeonchi]

Combo Rangers Vol 2 Review: We Are Humans

Graphic novel, transcript and translation available on Google Drive

Previously on Atop the Fourth Wall...

Fast forward to the late 90′s, where Brazilian author and cartoonist Fabio Yabu created a Flash webcomic known as Combo Rangers in 1998.

In December 2012, Fabio Yabu ran a crowdfunding campaign on Catarse (the Brazilian Kickstarter) for a trilogy of reboot graphic novels scripted by Yabu and illustrated by Michel Borges.

Additionally, an English version of the first novel was also published online around the same time as the original and made available for free on WEBTOON in 2019.

The other two graphic novels were made available online (in Portuguese) for a limited time in 2020 during the coronavirus pandemic, but I didn’t download them because I wasn’t that interested in the series.

There are a couple more preludes available on Fabio Yabu’s Facebook page if you scroll down far enough on the Photos section, but I won’t be covering them because they haven’t been translated and, as I stated before, I don’t have time to translate something I’m not entirely interested in.

...We Are Heroes is only the first of the Combo Rangers graphic novel reboot trilogy, as it is followed up by its sequels, We Are Humans and We Are Equals. However, despite it being years since their release, neither of the sequels have been released in English...

This leads me to the main reason why I’m making this review because in case you missed it, I’m not that interested in Combo Rangers as a series.

Storyline skit: The Interdimensional Café Part 1A

At the very edge of the universe lies the Voidstation, a structure connecting many parallel universes and dimensions. In it is a Hong Kong-style cha chaan teng cafe, serving daily specials like sandwiches, snacks and numerous types of noodles and rice, including instant noodles and baked rice.

Three people from different universes met for lunch that day; there was Parker Zhou from Yabuverse code PM10, a universe where the Drylanders of Earth were fighting the subjugation of the saline Salacians from their seas; there was Hiroki Ichigo from N-Space X, a universe where anything and everything could happen; and there was Azuma Yeonchi from Tumblrverse Y, where the author of this post comes from.

At the table, Hiroki was placing the order on his phone, because that's what modern restaurants are doing nowadays. Once the order was placed, Azuma wasted no time. "So, you got the goods?"

Parker dug into his bag and took out the three Combo Rangers Universe graphic novels, which he acquired in another universe while taking a break from the war in his universe. "Right here. I've also got a USB with digital versions of these graphic novels."

"Oh sweet, thanks. That'll save me about two months' worth of scanning, OCR and transcription."

"How did you go with the Sea Princesses books I gave you few years back? Sorry they took so long to arrive, I didn't realise there was a pandemic on."

"Oh yeah, it's all good. I got a better return out of them in my universe than what I was expecting."

Hiroki interjected, "I saw the things happening in your universe. Looks like you got a bit more than you bargained for."

Azuma replied, "Well, it wasn't that bad, even with all the horny pics and things that didn't make sense, but we managed to come to an understanding about that. Even if it was more than I bargained for or if it wasn't the kind of attention I was expecting, I still think it was worth the effort."

The food came to the table and the three of them began eating. What they had was the usual cha chaan teng fare; Hiroki had his usual satay beef instant noodles with a ham omelette and lemon tea; Azuma had a roast pork and tofu rice, colloquially known as "a man's romance", while Parker had pork chops on mushroom sauce and spaghetti.

After the three finished eating, they went back to their respective universes. Azuma began working on transcribing and translating the Combo Rangers Universe graphic novels. Two months later, Azuma was ready to begin his review of Volume 2.

Hello and welcome to Atop the Fourth Wall, where bad comics burn. Back in August 2022 I reviewed the first of the Combo Rangers reboot graphic novels, We Are Heroes, which were crowdfunded in 2013 to celebrate their 15th anniversary after 10 years on hiatus. Although back then I had no intention on reviewing the other two novels of the trilogy, which is also known collectively as the Universe phase, an upcoming story necessitates the translation and review of them, so let's dig into the second volume of the Combo Rangers graphic novel reboot trilogy, We Are Humans.

Prelude: The Mighty Combo in: It's Not Easy for Anyone

In my review of Volume 1 I briefly talked about the prequel included in the WEBTOON version, Fly Again, featuring Fox Fonseca. Because I couldn't find the original Portuguese version of it, I thought that the prequel was exclusive to the WEBTOON version, but after trawling through the Wayback Machine, I realised that I was wrong and that said prequel was actually released in 2013 before We Are Heroes was released in Brazil. Same goes for the other two preludes - well, there's only one other prelude because the other one is a side story. I won't cover Fly Again here because I've already done it, but the transcripts and translation for it (and the other preludes) will be in my cloud drive folder linked at the top of the post.

The prelude I'm highlighting in this review is the one that Fabio Yabu published to his Facebook page but I didn't want to bother reviewing last year. In this two-parter prelude, the Mighty Combo is visited by his old friend and lawyer, Doctor Cooper, to serve him an eviction notice as the state government is acquiring the land where the Heroes' Retreat stands for gentrification. The Mighty Combo remains unmoved, so Dr Cooper heads off.

Upon getting into his car, Dr Cooper is confronted by a young boy attempting to rob him at fingergunpoint; Dr Cooper refuses to give the boy his wallet and he gets shot with a bioenergy beam. The Mighty Combo, Peacemaker and Mirrorman confront him and after hearing a longwinded excuse from the boy about the ghetto and 3G and gun crime, the Mighty Combo gets the boy to return Dr Cooper's wallet before flying off. After seeing some Combo Rangers characters in his delirium, Dr Cooper regains consciousness and tells the Mighty Combo that he will convince the government to let him and his friends stay at the Heroes' Retreat.

In the original Combo Rangers comics, Doctor Paul Cooper was actually a scientist (seriously, how does a lawyer have the title Dr) who came to Cidade City, lost his daughter, Maya (who is mentioned in the prequel), and ended up adopting another (Fabi) from the streets. Apparently he was the villain Dr Delirium in Zero, but he returns to normal, reunites with Maya and becomes an ally of the Combo Rangers or something.

Anyway, let's just get into the story.

Story

Following on from the events of We Are Heroes, Giluke tries to understand what he saw inside Lisa's head during their fight when Satan Boss admonishes him and Deck for their failure, telling him that with or without them, the Earth will belong to the Evol Empire before we segue into the Flashman-inspired opening sequence. Last time I mentioned that I was unsure who Deck was inspired from, but I learnt that in the original comics, Deck was actually the servant of Cardman, a villain from Revolution whose rivalry was with Luke instead of Fox. And there I was thinking he was Izuku Midoriya when My Hero Academia came out after these graphic novels.

In New City, Principal Pile announces his candidacy for mayor, much to Fox's shock. Fox goes to warn his friends at school, only to be demorphed by the anti-power barrier that Pile put up around the school. Fox has no intention of returning to school after being expelled for having powers, with him and Pile telling each other that the former would go back to school over their dead bodies. If you have been following the translation up to this point, you will have noticed that one of Fox's lines has an uncensored swear word. To put it simply, I think it fits with his character in that scene and I'm not one to mince words if I can help it. A little bit of a spoiler, but another swear word is used in the next graphic novel, but it's represented by an emoji. Points if you can guess the obvious.

Meanwhile, Giluke proceeds with his plan to obtain the energy of the Combo Rangers, masquerading as a boy named Luke. First, he confronts Mirrorman and tricks him into looking in a mirror, which somehow turns him evil. Next, he infiltrates New City School to get close to the Combo Rangers and Lisa while Satan Boss sends Deck to attack with Zaskonda, based on the Flashman monster The Zukonda. You know, I was going to make fun of Mirrorman's ability to turn evil when looking at himself in the mirror as a weakness, but then I realised that Fabio Yabu probably acknowledged it already at some point.

Fox and his dad, Formado, are the first on the scene. As Fox tries to deal with a kid rushing headfirst into battle, Formado goes to get the others on his son's request as the barrier at the school means that their communicators don't work. Formado tries to convince Principal Pile to dismiss the Combo Rangers so they can help Fox; Pile eventually does, even going so far as to join the battle with his jetpack as well. During the battle, Lisa unlocks the ability to construct prisms representing the Prism weapons of Flashman, but creating so many of them at once drains her power.

Luke gets other civilians to join the fight, making things more complicated for the Combo Rangers as they discover that Zaskonda is accumulating energy in the Evol Empire's plot to blow up the city. With Lisa forced to recharge, Kiko tries to use his portals to get Zaskonda away, but Mirrorman's betrayal causes Kiko to be thrown into his own portal. Formado tries to hold Zaskonda back, but he gets knocked away by Pile, who flies into the sky with Zaskonda and seemingly perishes in the explosion. It is here that Pile reacknowledges Fox as one of his students, showing that despite his strict demeanour, he still cares for Fox despite expelling him for breaking his rules.

At the Heroes' Retreat, Peacemaker proceeds to berate the Combo Rangers on the failure of their teamwork.

(Isn't it great that Tumblr finally added support for starting YouTube videos at timestamps?)

OK, allow me to break down Peacemaker's points here because his berating is honestly unjustified given their situation. Firstly, how did Fox "throwing himself into the conflict alone" constitute an "abuse of trust"? He only did that because he wasn't able to contact the others, who were at school under an anti-power barrier, and at least he recognised that he wasn't able to hold his own alone and asked his dad to get help. Secondly, it's only natural that Lisa would want to experiment with her new powers in the heat of battle even at the cost of her own strength. Thirdly, and this goes for his points on Ken and Kiko, if Ken was able to find out the enemy's plans earlier, you wouldn't be yelling them like you are now! And the worst thing about this is that the Combo Rangers don't make any attempt to defend themselves, instead just deciding to hand back their bracelets because they thought they failed their mentors, the people they looked up to. Yes, they saw Principal Pile die in an explosion so they were probably grief-stricken, but you'd think they'd be more angry considering they tried their best in the last fight.

Fox asks the Mighty Combo if he thinks they should continue; the Mighty Combo attempted to encourage them but thanks to Mirrorman's manipulation, he ends up telling them that he was ashamed to have given the bracelets to them. This leads them to return their bracelets to the Mighty Combo, thereby completing another stage in Giluke's plan.

Here's how I would improve that scene. Peacemaker berates the Combo Rangers with his unjustified viewpoints. The Combo Rangers try to defend themselves and tell Peacemaker that he was wrong, but Peacemaker takes their bracelets away in a fit of anger. Fox tries to get the Mighty Combo to put in a good word for them, but thanks to Mirrorman's manipulation, he ends up agreeing with Peacemaker and sends them back out without their bracelets.

Now with the bracelets in his possession, Mirrorman knocks out the Mighty Combo and takes him to Satan Boss. Peacemaker tries to confront Mirrorman, but he ends up getting hit by his ray. On Satan Boss' ship, the Mighty Combo tries to explain that his powers are dangerous and that the bracelets are encrypted with DNA, but Deck and Giluke just laugh it off because they can easily decrypt it as long as they have a single hair or a drop of saliva.

Fox is sent back to school the next day and is introduced to Luke. Luke tries to study Earth culture in the school library when Deck offers to help him collect the DNA of the Combo Rangers, but Luke refuses, telling Deck to go away before his cover is blown. The Combo Rangers, save for Ken, decide to head to Alpha's to go over the schoolwork Fox missed. On the way, they talk about how people treat those like Ken or Kiko differently for being different, whether it be being rich or black. At the same time, they also show their hypocrisy and prejudice towards aliens following their encounters with the Evol Empire. I'd just like to take a moment to say that this was a really great scene, which shows how people can still be prejudiced despite embracing the differences of others. On the other hand, I could also argue that such hypocrisy can be healthy, particularly when you think that some people who are apparently on your side of politics might not be as perfect as they seem. If we go around accepting people left and right, we slowly become unable to discern who the real enemies are until it's too late, and that can end up turning into a bad thing.

Luke enjoys himself with the Combo Rangers at Alpha's when Deck leads his forces to attack. While collecting the Combo Rangers' DNA, Deck confronts Luke and has him reveal to them that he is actually Giluke. Ken, who had discovered what happened to Peacemaker, arrives with his dad to save the Combo Rangers. Deck takes Peacemaker's weapon from Ken and fires at the Combo Rangers, but Giluke gets in the way of the blast just as Peacemaker, who has become pacifistic and clingy after being hit by Mirrorman's beam, teleports everyone to Ozora Tower.

After Giluke sees a vision of the old Combo Rangers, he regains consciousness and tells Lisa his story, which leads her to take him to meet her friends. Giluke reveals that Principal Pile is still alive, having teleported him away from Zaskonda's explosion. Meanwhile, Deck manages to gain access to the source and create the Evol Bracelet, deciding to morph himself into, let's just say the Black Combo Ranger, and leave Satan Boss.

Meanwhile, Pile is found by Mirrorman and is hit by his beam, but nothing happens because he was apparently pretending to be the opposite of his usual self. The Mighty Combo manages to find Pile, but Satan Boss manages to find him as well. Pile makes an offer to Satan Boss; because the only ones who can defeat Deck now are the Combo Rangers, he offers to give Satan Boss his two generals in exchange for himself, the Mighty Combo and the bracelets.

While the Combo Rangers evacuate the civilians, Deck confronts Giluke, offering to leave Earth with him. Giluke accepts and tries to prevent Deck from taking his revenge on the Combo Rangers, leading him to conclude that he is trying to protect them. Ken has Peacemaker shoot at Deck, but the effects of Mirrorman's ray make him shoot a rose at him. Ken and Fox are discovered and the others hurry to them and Luke. Formado and Ken's dad come to the rescue just as Principal Pile arrives with the Mighty Combo to return the Combo Rangers' bracelets back to them.

The Combo Rangers fight Deck, but he proves to be stronger than them due to him unleashing the full potential of their power that they hadn't yet discovered. Fox has Kiko teleport everyone away, resulting in Deck following them into the school's anti-power barrier, which demorphs Deck as Ken takes the Evol Bracelet. As Giluke arrives to tell Deck that it is over, Deck says that he doesn't feel so good. The Mighty Combo arrives and tells him that his powers are dangerous, which was why he created the bracelets and had the Rangers unlock their powers little by little, meaning that what Deck did was suicidal. A horrified Deck disintegrates in Giluke's arms as the Mighty Combo and the Rangers watch.

Principal Pile arrives to take Giluke back and fulfil his side of the deal with Satan Boss. Satan Boss tells him that he was promised two generals; with Deck now dead, Satan Boss decides to claim Pile as his new general and he leaves with Giluke and Mirrorman. The epilogue shows Formado as the new principal of New City School with the Mighty Combo as its vice-principal before we are treated to a sneak peek of Satan Boss introducing General Pile.

Reflection

This comic is alright. We get a bit of character development with the Rangers, but most of it does seem to be focused on Deck and Giluke even if it is minimal. Formado is more accepting of Fox's ambition to be a hero and as I stated in the review, Principal Pile comes to accept Fox for who he is despite expelling him from school for not following the rules. Not much is elaborated on Giluke's backstory (let alone Deck's), why Mirrorman thinks he is different or why he has dreams about Lisa and the Rangers, but I'm holding out for the third graphic novel to give us some sort of explanation. Disappointingly, I was expecting Sara Moon to make an appearance after the first graphic novel, but she just seemingly disappeared for no reason whatsoever.

While the first graphic novel was a bit of a cheesy speedrun through the usual tokusatsu tropes, the second graphic novel developed the characters and story from what was teased in the first before introducing some loose ends to be resolved in the third. There is no Megazord fight following the teaser from the first graphic novel, but we do get an evil Ranger fight with Deck, which kind of ends anticlimactically, but is kind of justified seeing how the whole team couldn't beat him even when they fought together.

The PDF versions of the first and third graphic novels have a foreword from Fabio Yabu and a postface from editor Cassius Medauar, but it seems to be missing from the PDF of the second novel. Well, from briefly looking at the eBook version on Google Play, the postface is there but not the foreword, and I don't want to bother translating those if I don't have them for each book. The English version of the first graphic novel doesn't have those either, so why should I bother?

It may interest you to know that transcribing the graphic novels was both easy and not as easy as I thought. It was easy to get the text from the PDF files and paste them in Word, however PDF files don't know what paragraphs are so every line in a paragraph is split into separate paragraphs (or multiple paragraphs will become one long paragraph) when I paste it. It gets worse when it comes to the graphic novels because paragraphs don't always paste in the right order.

After copying all the contents of the PDF and stripping the formatting, I got over 170 pages of raw text (the third graphic novel is 120 pages). I removed the foreword, postface, sponsor list and back cover synopses, then I have to condense the contents by removing new lines, marking in the page numbers (and adding them where they are missing) and putting in who speaks what, not to mention the bolded and coloured emphases in the text. Admittedly, I don't always do it when I get white text in black speech bubbles, but I did my best with everything anyway, and even then while going through everything, I've had to go back and add emphases where I've missed them. When the editing is done, the condensed transcript comes down to around 40 pages (the third graphic novel has 32), and thus the translation is around that length as well. At least the text is selectable and I don't need to correct any OCR mistakes like when I did the transcripts for the Sea Princesses books, because that was more of a nightmare than just scrolling through and pressing Delete countless times. I think this what it would have been like if I had asked Yabu to send me the manuscripts for the books.

This concludes my review of the second volume of the Combo Rangers graphic novel reboot, We Are Humans. Join us next time when...

*BOOM*

What was that?

Storyline skit: The Interdimensional Café Part 1B

Azuma was finishing his review of Volume 2 when he heard an explosion from outside. He got up and went outside to check; it was then that Azuma became alarmed at the sight he was seeing - there was a horde of Polvina clones outside his studio.

As if by instinct, Azuma took a bunch of throwing knives rigged with explosives, struck them on a wall to ignite them and threw them at the Polvinas. The explosives detonated and the explosion created a cloud of smoke.

"Are they gone?" Azuma thought as the smoke cleared, but little did he know that a surprising sight awaited him. Instead of the Polvina clones being eliminated as he expected, there were even more Polvina clones outside his studio.

Amongst the Polvina clones there were at least five distinct types among them; there was the standard Polvina that people recognised...

"There's an old saying on Dryland. It goes, 'A true hero recognises trends and adapts to the circumstances.'"

A red variant Polvina with pasties instead of a bandeau, forgotten to time due to the subtle changes in her design...

"Onbeishiramandayasowaka... Onbeishiramandayasowaka..."

A provacative-looking Polvina whose base design called back to a makeover surprise Ester and Tubarina gave to her for her birthday which looked rather decent until Ester and Tubarina decided that it wasn't enough...

"Hello, young man. Can I buy you a drink? Maybe we could have a little dance together?"

A zombie Polvina, possibly caused by defects in the cloning process or laziness from clones making more clones...

"Bruuuhhh, I’ve come to eat your brains..."

And finally, a politician-looking Polvina who looked like Brazillian president Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva but spoke like a combination of US Senator Bernie Sanders and Victorian Premier Daniel Andrews...

"I am once again asking for you to get on the beers..."

Azuma steeled himself as he prepared to face the horde of Polvina clones head-on, but little did he know that help was on its way from a most unlikely source...

"Heads up!" Hiroki said as a portal opened from the sky. Out from it came another Polvina, followed by Sougo Tokiwa and Hiroki Ichigo. Each of them had different belts on their waists and different collectibles in their hands...

"It's morphin time! Henshin!"

*KACHUNK!*

"Rider Time! Kamen Rider~ Zi-O!"

"KAMEN RIDE: DECADE!"

Landing on the ground were Kamen Riders Femme, Zi-O and Decade, who had come to Tumblrverse Y to fight the Polvinas.

Femme, aka the Polvina from Hiroki's universe, was not fazed at all the clones of her, though she was slightly taken aback at their appearances and how many of them there were. "So, the clones are on the loose, just as we thought. It's weird that there's so many of them and they all look like... well, me."

Zi-O, who hailed from a different universe to the other two where he was the one to inherit all Rider powers, the king of time crossing time and space to reign over over the past and the future, was eager to jump into battle, saying, "I've got a good feeling we can do this!"

Decade, known in his universe for being the destroyer of worlds and having a mixed reputation even before he became a passing-through Kamen Rider, was used to these kinds of situations, telling Azuma, "We've got the gist of the situation. Hurry inside and begin the review of Volume 3!"

"Oh, okay!" Azuma said as he went back inside his studio. What happens next, however, is a story for another time...

TO BE CONTINUED

#tokusatsu #super sentai #combo rangers #sea princesses #princesas do mar #princesas del mar #el reino de acuatica #kamen rider #power rangers

[woosansang]

Three years of IT (5th September 2017)

Swear. Swear, if it isn't dead, if it comes back... we'll come back, too.

#itedit #itcentral #it movie #it 2017 #it chapter 1 #horroredit #dailytvfilmgifs #cinemapix #cinematv #filmedit #bbelcher #only after i made this entire thing did i realise i got the gif dimensions wrong... i was using the old dimensions... #i dont even care #~ #its 1am im tired goodnight #please show up in tags #halfk

[beyoncesdragon]

title: catch up now? 

× pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Interviewer!Reader, old friends from highschool kinda stuff, abandoned but maybe rediscovered love on both sides. 

× summary: Three years are a long time. In three years, many things can and will change. But three years hadn’t been quite enough to change how two people feel about each other. 

× warnings: a little teeny bit angsty but it’s nothing, really. Mainly fluff, some flustered, overly eager Gguk and old memories coming up. 

× wordcount: 2k

× a/n: Not gonna lie, this might be one of my favourite pieces I've ever written. I really hope you enjoy this too! it’s somehow inspired by ‘Love Maze’ (BTS) and also ‘50 Proof’ (eaJ). Will probably not have a pt.2

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When he had read the name of the interview host - or hostess more like - Jungkook had already felt the familiar tingle in the pit of his stomach that he had thought had disappeared over the course of time. Yet, he wasn’t surprised that it was still there.

He had however not dared to hope that it could actually be you, there sure were other people called (Y/N) (Y/L/N), who has pursued their dream of becoming an interviewer, media person, whatnot. He didn’t even know if you had actually graduated uni and made it in the job, hence he hadn’t seen any of you in about four years of him debuting now. He had occasionally checked out your Instagram or Twitter, yet he shied away from following you on any social media platform. You weren’t really public about your work or personal life on both, you mainly retweeted stuff (he found out about your love for Bingsu and Makgeolli ice cream like that) and posted a few selfies or landscapes. He hoped that you had been able to pursue your dream of traveling around for a bit, in South Korea and outside of it. Though again, he didn’t know.

Jimin was seated right in front of him and Jungkook couldn’t help but nervously play with his hyungs honey blond dyed hair. Jimin chuckled surprised yet amused about his open display of nervousness and turned around slowly.

“Everything okay, Jungkook-ah? You seem more nervous than usually.” He remarked, making Namjoon look over to the maknae in wonder. “He does, right? I thought so too. Did something happen?” Jungkook only shook his head.

Not yet, he thought to himself.

The cameras around them started to blink all at once, the light has been set up correctly and the camera and sound team had settled down around them in the dark. Manager and publicists stood somewhere in the back, swallowed up by the dark. The only person that was missing still, was you. Or the person called (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Jungkook tried to tell himself.

Suddenly there was a soft laugh from somewhere off the scenes and his heart tripped over its own beat and finally, finally, you stepped into the light.

You looked pretty as ever, grown into your features entirely, like a lotus flower finally in full bloom. Jungkook had to swallow dry. The light coral red of your lip balm complimented your skin and the subtle almost invisible make up you wore, accentuated your already beautiful features even more. You hadn’t changed your hair much, but it was a bit longer and looked so soft in the bright light. His eyes almost subconsciously darted to your fingers, searching for evidence of a possible relationship. He was almost ashamed how quickly he ended up thinking about this, his own boldness making him even more flustered. (There was no formal looking ring on your ringfinger though, to his relief.)

There was a warm smile on your lips as you bowed deeply to them all, greeting them respectfully. The boys returned your greeting immediately and a bunch of annyeong haseyo-s sounded through the studio. Jungkook felt Namjoon look over at him again, a piercing gaze Jungkook knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand if he met it. So he just kept looking at everything but Namjoon...not that this was hard to do when you were right in front of him.

“Thank you so much for being here with us.” You said with a smile, looking at everyone with the same look of respect and polite distance. Like you were supposed to, at work, as a professional. Like you didn't know them personally. Everyone, including Jungkook.

He felt his heart drop to his stomach. Could it be that you...forgot about him? It couldn’t really be, right? How would you actually be able to, you really...in this moment your eyes crossed again and something flickered in your eyes, a facade crumbled for a few seconds only. It was an amused twinkle, like a cheeky wink and a minimal curl of your lips. 

Acknowledgement.

And Jungkook’s heart did multiple flips, breath caught in his throat and eyes widened.

You had started with the questions, keeping the conversation light and flowing. The vibe in the room was comfortable and built up on mutual respect - yet Jungkook felt as if he was sitting on red-hot needles. He wanted to talk to you, ask about how you had been, what you were doing (if you had a boyfriend) if you were happy, if you got a cat, how your mother’s little business was going (he’d anonymously purchased countless items, to support your family), if your favourite colour still was cyan blue and your still religiously bought Pajeon and Makgeolli on rainy days, if you ever spent a second of your day thinking of him (because he did).

Him, your somewhat ex-best friend from highschool, him, the one you spent hours talking to in the ungodly hours of the morning, him who you had lost your first kiss to (though lost wasn’t the right word: you gave it to him more like). Him who you had poked fun of when the first girl approached him in his Rookie days and he’d been flustered to no end.

Him, who had promised to you that he wouldn’t abandon your friendship and yet the two of you drifted apart anyways.

Not for the lack of trying on either side though. Jungkook’s schedule had just become even fuller, his nights shorter, training longer and fans more obsessive. And you had seen each other less often, greetings were shorter and late night talks turned into good night wishes over text quicker.

You on your part weren’t mad, a little disappointed maybe. Sad for sure, but not mad. After all, you had expected it to turn out like that. So had the rest of your little circle, Haneul, Hwang, Kyong and Myunghee. Whilst the five of you had supported Jungkook on his journey with all you’ve got, you all tried to overcome the obvious pain of him drifting off.

Some (mainly Hwan and Kyong) with working harder in school for example. You did that too, but sometimes you also partied a little harder, were awake at three AM a little more often, missed him a lot more. It hurt letting someone you love go.

Jungkook and you had always been a bit...closer. Why you didn’t know, how you couldn’t possibly explain. But you were and him rising into the heights and new dimensions of being an idol destroyed this almost completely. This strange world of fame, those walls of flashing cameras, the flow of expensive goods and seas of screaming people, that was his world. He was a star, figuratively and somewhat literally. He shone more radiant, higher, longer, prettier and too bright for an innocent, young love to coexist.

So you stayed behind, soon having lost his number due to him having to change it, his contact information soon had less to say than what you could find on the internet.

His new hair colour? Well, you could google it. Height? Current weight? Several fan sights knew the answer. Achievements? The internet again.

 It was strange, ridiculous to some extent. And it hurt. But you couldn’t blame him, so you never did.

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When you had heard that you would be interviewing BTS last week you could help but feel scared. You hadn’t seen him face to face for three or so years, three years with no FaceTime, texting, three years of not seeing his bunny smile, smiled just for you.

And when you had seen him again, laid eyes on him for the first time in thirty-five months, you realised that nothing you ever felt for him had faded away. It was all the same again, your heart still jumped in your chest and your stomach still fluttered whenever he did as much as breathing. The only thing that had changed was his height and him having had the biggest glow up you had witnessed in your life, yours included – though this Jungkook would disagree vehemently. 

This Jungkook who got pulled out of his thoughts and memories almost violently, as you directed a first question at him only.

“I…” he started, gulping hardly, having forgotten the question already halfway.

“Sorry I can’t – how have you been?” you stopped shortly, stunned and a tad confused at first. You hadn’t expected him to be so bold. Or clumsy, for that matter. Yet you couldn’t help but giggle, and all the unsaid words and ignored truths between the two of you disappeared into smoke, taking all tension with them. Just like that.

“I’ve been fine, Gukie. Busy. Long-time no see, hm. How about you?” somewhere behind the cameras someone dropped a pen and there were multiple gasps being heard. The rest of the bangtan boys didn’t look any better; Jimin had his mouth open, Taehyung was looking back and forth between the two of you, Yoongi just froze, Jin and Hoseok had clasped their hands in front of their mouths and Namjoon just looked like someone poured a bucket of ice water over his head.

But Jungkook? Jungkook was smiling widely, his bunny smile, smiled just for you. 

“Busy too. Yes, very long time no see.” He replied sheepishly, a small laugh escaping his lips as he looked around the dead silent studio. “Why…how do you know each other?” Yoongi finally asked, eyes snapping back and forth between the two of you.

“Well I guess we have to tell them now. We know each other from back in Highschool. We were pretty close friends back then.” You explained softly, giving him a small smile. Jungkook nodded quickly. “My apologies. I didn’t wanted to completely ruin the interview but…I haven’t seen you in three or so years. Sorry.” You waved it off. “It’s okay, Jungkook. We will catch up later, alright?” Jungkook nodded, making the mistake of looking over to Namjoon, who looked like he finally understood everything. “Is that why you were so…never mind.” He ended in a mumble and Jungkook was glad he did.

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The second the interview was officially finished and all the cameras shut off, Jungkook was on his feet and approaching you. He didn’t even care about formalities anymore as he just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.

The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t nestle his face in the crook of your neck as easy as he had been able to do in high-school. The second thing was that you had changed your perfume into something more flowery and fresh. The third thing he noticed was how much he liked having you in his arms again, especially because he could now rest his head on top of yours.

The first thing you noticed was how broad your Kookie had become. Broad and tall and firm everywhere. The second thing you noticed was how he smelled more expensive, faintly musky but still very much like Jungkook. A scent you could pick out from a thousand, unique and everything you loved. The third thing you noticed was how familiar and how looked after you felt in his arms, how protected from every harm. You had missed this feeling.

“Aigoo, Junkookie!” Jin yelled from behind, causing you to chuckle embarrassed and trying to break the hug. But Jungkook simply tightened his arms around you, having no intentions of letting you go any time soon.

“Just ignore them. They’ll leave, eventually.” His voice was muffled by the skin on your neck, since he had now buried his face there, taking deep breaths.

“And we?” you asked with a small laugh, not moving either. “We stay. We catch up. Got a lot of that to do.” Sounded good enough to you…just that you had expected them to make a bee-line for the exit after the cameras cut due to their busy schedule.

“Catch up now?” you asked after a few seconds of him still having his arms around you, unmoving. The young man shook his head.

“No…not right now.” He took a deep breath, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling against your skin and the fabric of your blouse. 

“In five minutes. Let me just hold you for a little while, you…you have no idea how much I missed you.” 

If he only knew.

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Pairing: Faith x vamp!reader

Request: I was wondering if I could request something for a sort of ,,reformed'' vampire(theyve had their soul for a while) falling for either Oz or Faith and trying real hard to get on their good side? similar to that of spike I think only they arent as much of a creep abt it aojsbdis thanks

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Mention of killing in reader’s past.

A/N: There... might need to be a second part 💖

Hope was a concept you had always detested. It wasn’t tangible and it made people cling to things that often should have been long forgotten. Hope was something you had tried to remove from everyone’s hearts. Something that you detested more than the lives you had taken.

You had been around for some decades now. A lot of it was very similar. Human nature, for instance. They mistrusted you and for good reason. They could sense it although they did not know what the feeling was. The hair on the back of their neck would stand on end. Their heartbeats would quicken.

In the old days, this would excite you. Make you laugh even. The fear had been intoxicating. Like a fine seasoning. But now, it didn’t interest you. It just made you feel embarrassed.

You fought for your soul. Almost half a century ago now. You had come to terms with it, for the most part. Although, it wasn’t something you could get over in a night.

One thing, that had made your life brighter since was a sudden growing affection that had creeped up on you. For a Slayer.

It had given you a feeling inside. A small ember of something you hadn’t experienced long enough to name in the recent past. Something you hadn’t believed would be possible for someone like you. After all the ways you had tried to snuff the light from everyone else.

It was Faith. You were hopelessly devoted to her. In every sense. You would lay down your un-life for her. Commit every waking moment of yours to her. It was an unending, eternal affection that consumed every inch of you.

You hadn’t known what to do with it to begin with. How to express it. It soon became clear you would need to find a confidant as you couldn’t even begin to express these feelings to her. However, when you had bumped into Spike who you had known from the old days, he wasn’t much help.

For one, he was crying over Drusilla and completely drunk. Wasted out of his mind. The only advice that hadn’t been a slurred mess was when he advised you to watch her every movement until she wore down and gave you the time of day. Which, you had told him firmly that you wouldn’t be doing.

However, tonight, it did appear that this was what you were doing. She was walking through the graveyard alone and her scent had caught your attention as you walked through the streets looking for something to fill your time. Her natural scent was like a sweet perfume. It called to you. Sung heady notes of affection.

You had followed her to the graveyard. You weren’t skulking from the shadows. You weren’t prowling behind gravestones. You were just casually walking up to her. About to announce your presence.

What you didn’t realise was that she had been listening to music. Buffy had always warned her not to take her earphones to patrol but she trusted her instincts. And plus, she was so very bored without it. She often patrolled alone whereas Buffy got all her friends around her.

So, you were about to tap her on her shoulder and say hello when she swung around, taking you by the throat and slamming you against the closest mausoleum. You had squeaked in surprise and then subsequently coughed to try and cover it up as she did.

From nowhere she whipped a stake out and held it to your chest. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly but no more sound came out. You just stood there, almost in awe of her as her hand clasped tight around your throat.

A thought came to mind, that you would at least be happy that she would be the last thing you saw before being damned to an eternal hell dimension.

“You wanna move that heart away from my stake?” She asked, when she finally registered that it was you.

“Sorry, I-I was just-” You stuttered as she moved away from the hold she had on you. You felt yourself move with her, trying to feel her touch for as long as possible.

“Following me? Actin’ on this massive jones you got for me?” She teased. She was joking but it wasn’t a joke to you. You looked away as she stepped back allowing you space. Your eyes had bulged in horror as you looked down, averting your gaze.

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to help”

“Yeah, well, don’t need my own stalker” She warned and you looked so beyond embarrassed it almost hurt her. She wanted to take her words back but she knew you would notice if she did.

“No! N-no not stalking, just making sure that you were, um, okay. I sensed you and-”

“I’m kiddin’, man, don’t freak” She punched your arm in a friendly way and both of you looked at each other slightly awkwardly. You frowned for a moment before you began to smile. She enjoyed the way it made your features brighten and it instantly made her feel better for having spoken the way she had.

“Sorry, I’m not really used to modern humour, I kind of shut myself away after I got my soul… I’m getting used to it though, it was… funny!” You blurted all of this out really quickly before adding the part at the end, trying to make her feel better. Her brow was furrowing again.

She found this admittance endearing almost. She watched your lips as you spoke. She wanted to kiss you. Usually she would make a move. She could give a person a look and end up taking them home. But this meant so much more. With you. She found herself getting a little nervous around you, wanting to make a move but feeling as if she would be rejected. Laughed at, although you had never been like that.

She couldn’t express her feelings. Instead she made jokes about you liking her, trying to gauge your reaction. Which, of course was neutral. Your mental health was still fragile ever since your soul had returned and you couldn’t risk the emotional reaction you may get if she tore your heart from your chest and crushed it with her bare hands.

“I can go though, if it would make you more comfortable-” You insisted, all you wanted was for her to feel comfortable around you.

“No!” She shouted, cringing at the note of desperation she heard in her own voice, “Uh, no, it’s nice to see you y’know? B’s always there when we’re talkin’ now”

You nodded, having noticed this too. When you and Faith would talk when you were able to meet the others in the library, Buffy and the others would always have something for one of you to do on the opposite side of the room. Or just plant themselves into your conversation.

It embarrassed you, that these people could tell that you liked her so much. That they were trying to save Faith from you. Your cursed love for her. Your heart was hers but you understood that just because it was reserved that way, it didn’t mean she would want to choose it from the pile.

This, actually, wasn’t entirely true. That Buffy was ‘saving’ Faith from you. And in some sense, Buffy was trying to save you from Faith too. She knew exactly what it was like to fall and be in a relationship with a vampire. The slayer and vampire love was one she wouldn’t wish on her own enemy. Not even Faith.

You were both good people, Buffy was sure of it, and so she was trying to prevent the inevitable heartbreak that she could sense building between you.

The blonde slayer had been surprisingly accepting of you on the whole, even in your more demonic years you had been more about survival than torture. Plus, you hadn’t been cursed your soul had been sought out - so you weren’t seen as that much of a threat.

This kept happening after a while. The two of you crossing paths on patrol. Until you began to plan where to meet in the evenings rather than hoping to bump into the other. You would meet and patrol together. Both of you enjoying these moments, Faith needed the company. She had felt very lonely until you had begun to power through your worries and try to befriend her the way you had always wanted to.

She enjoyed that it was you though. Your company she was keeping. She would run your interactions through her mind as she sat in her motel room. Just as you would from your crypt.

When you first got to know each other, you had begun talking and found commonalities. Reasons to become fond of the other. You noticed how she didn’t flinch away from you when she first learned about your past the way many others had.

You had been getting on so well that one evening as you were paying for your blood at the butchers, it dawned on you. You hadn’t been doing anything particularly meaningful. Just staring at the jars of blood, salivating guiltily. Until you thought it.

I love Faith.

Such a simple thought, but with such a rush of feelings behind them. It began to descend on you at once after this. A waterfall that you were sure would never stop flowing. You adored her. The way she moved, the way she acted. The softer side you had caught from her on occasion. When you had made her feel comfortable enough to let it slip even for a second.

It was another evening, after you had agreed to meet near the gargoyle that looked a little bit like the Mayor. You walked beside the other, where you would both wish for a demon to occupy your time if you were alone, you began to hope that nobody would interrupt your time together.

You would laugh and swap stories. It was everything. You stole glances at the other when you thought they weren’t looking. Your hands became so close when you were walking that you wanted to reach between the space and entwine your fingers with hers.

Faith had some trouble with getting the hang of this fighting technique that Wesley and Giles had insisted every Slayer should know. Buffy could do it with her eyes closed, of course and Faith was feeling like the understudy again. She wanted to hone her skills like Buffy did but without the ancient old guy staring at her while she did.

As you walked through the exit of the cemetery, you steeled yourself and decided to be brave.

“I could help, if you like…” You offered with a smile. You were experienced at fighting after all.

“Yeah?”

“Sure, as long as it’s not on a sunny afternoon” You joked which made her laugh.

“Hey, you’re gettin’ it” She nodded in approval of your improved humour since you and her had been spending more time together. You grinned gleefully at the compliment and she walked ahead of you, hiding her own smile at the way your face brightened at her words. She loved seeing you smile. Even more so when she was the reason you were smiling.

She stepped into the road and turned to you, wanting to get another look. So she could picture it later, when she was cold and only had the broken tv for company. You were looking at each other and just smiling.

Your smile suddenly dropped. You panicked, sensing the danger before she did. In the past, it would have been a good feeling, the lick of terror. It snapped through the air like a whip. Struck your senses in a way that would elicit a human’s hair standing on end. Goosebumps rising.

Accidental death meant tragedy. Blood. It meant adrenaline. Easy prey. You had enjoyed the taste. You hated that you had enjoyed the taste.

But the feeling was still identifiable. The warning signals still there but it now only meant dread.

Especially when it came to her. You ran at Faith, just hoping you would get to her in time.

“Faith! Watch out!” You screamed.

You tackled her, moving her out of the way of the oncoming traffic. Her slayer senses hadn’t been quick enough for the van that was heading her way. She had been so distracted by the way your features were lit up by the moonlight.

All of the time you had been spending with each other, hidden away from the others. Not telling them that you were together so often. She held onto this, needing this. Needing you. You were sweet, which she hadn’t ever thought she could call a vampire. Even less she wouldn’t think she would have fallen for such a seemingly sweet person.

You couldn’t lose each other, not now you were just finding each other.

You landed, tumbling together onto the other side of the road. Just in time. You landed above her, almost pressed flat against her. You couldn’t help just staring. Holding yourself up slightly so you could see her face.

She was trying to catch up with what had happened, her breathing heavy. That had gone so fast, she could have been really hurt. But you had saved her. Protected her.

She had always prided herself on the way she was so independent. On how she could look out for herself. But the truth was, she wanted you to be there. She wanted to be allowed to fall into your arms, just as she would hold you in hers.

You looked at each other and time stopped. Your eyes flickered from hers to her lips, if she blinked she could have missed it. Her eyes were scanning your face. She loved the way you looked at her as if the entire world revolved around her. You were so close you could feel her breath on your face. All you wanted to do was lean in and kiss her. Catch your lips with hers. She shifted slightly and you thought she might move in, but when she didn’t the feeling of desperate yearning turned into concern.

Concern that she may reject you. That you would no longer get these stolen moments. These patrols where all that made your soul feel relaxed. Comfortable. As if your soul could only feel safe when hers was near. She meant too much. You pulled away, moving your gaze from her.

You got to your feet and heard her exhale. You couldn’t tell if it was from relief or because of the same tension you felt. You weren’t sure you would ever know. You had tried so hard to get onto her good side. To show her you wanted to be friendly. But, this was so much more. It meant too much.

You offered your hand, helping her up and she took it. As she got to her feet, your hands clutching hers. The touch lingered. Until she pulled away. You didn’t realise but she had been about to lean in. Press her lips to yours, the way she had been imagining so often recently. But you had moved away too quickly.

You both looked at each other for a moment in silence before Faith nodded her thanks. You didn’t speak, as if it would be too much after what had happened. Both of you had known that meant something. That this was new. You dared to hope that the other felt the same, but both were too nervous to say. Because rejection, the thought of losing the other. The company. The understanding. Was too great.

You wanted to be hers. Wanted to tell her what she meant to you. You wanted happiness… love. But not at the expense of her feelings should she not reciprocate. So you parted ways, as you always did just before sunrise. You went your way, she went hers.

Your souls, they lingered together like your touch had, not wanting to leave their fate. Maybe one day, they might be allowed to stay together. Once you both worked on prising open your hearts. Allowing the other in.

All you had left now was hope.

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A simple greeting

Where you find yourself trapped inside the world of what you thought was a fictional book and the only way you can leave is to say hi to your favourite character... Overhaul.

Overhaul x reader 

Warnings : swearing

Words : 872

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A/N : I am the biggest chisaki simp and I have never even written a fic for him???? 

Chapter 1

One second you were getting off the train stop nearest to your home, surrounded by normal looking people and the next you were standing in a busy station full of people with extra limbs or bright skin colours. 

You felt your mind swim in confusion as you stayed still, feet frozen on the ground and eyes darting around the crowds. A familiar mop of green hair and freckles walked past and you quickly ran after. 

“Um hello?” you called out, reaching out a hand and grasping his wrist. 

“Hi?” he jumped, turning around and nearly tripping over his own feet.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, letting go of his wrist and stepping back. “I thought you looked familiar, maybe not.”

“Ah,” he nodded, pausing slightly before reaching out a hand for a handshake. “Well it’s nice to meet you, I’m Midoriya.”

Your eyes blinked repeatedly, “Like... Midoriya Izuku?”

“Yeah.” he smiled. “I’m guessing you know me from UA’s sports festival?” he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

You hurriedly nodded, not wanting to create unwanted suspicion. It was strange to see what had once been a 2d drawing stand before you, and gosh was the human version of him so much cuter. 

“I’ve got to go to school now, it was nice meeting you...”

“Y/N.” you smiled, bowing slightly before waving as he ran towards the train.

“Bye Y/N!”

Watching his figure disappear, you realised the reality you had suddenly been thrown into, a fustrated sigh leaving you mouth as you quickly ran towards the exit. Your eyes blurred with tears as the calls you made to people in your world  refused to go through. 

You were stranded.

~~~

Sitting down at the table of a small cafe, you took a sip from your favourite drink as a snowstorm of questions running through your mind. The worldmaster? Alternate dimensions?

You had never once considered that the people in this world were actually alive and not just animated characters. And the worldmasters quirk had accidentally brought you, who was from your dimension, into theirs?

“So...? How do I leave?” you finally asked, deciding that even though you didn’t fully believe this guy, he was the only person knowing of the fact that you were not from here. 

“Well it’s simple actually.”

“Really?” you piped up, a smile gracing your features for the first time since you had stepped foot here.

“Yeah.” the worldmaster, Haru nodded, “Since this is like a book to you, you just need to talk to your favourite character.”

“Favourite character?” you racked through your brain to see who was your favourite, your smile and hope instantly shattering as the image of a man with a plague doctor’s mask entered your brain. 

“Yeah I don’t think that’s going to happen.” you sulked, burrowing your face into hands as the worldmaster looked at you puzzled. 

“Why is that? UA doesn’t have the highest security and pro heros are always happy to talk to their fans.”

“That’s not it.” you groaned, shaking your head before taking another simp. 

“Is it a civillain?”

You shook your head once again.

He sucked his teeth in before continuing. “A villain?”

You looked at him and nodded with a sigh. 

“Well that’s not the biggest problem either. LOV is all over the kids these days.”

You srunched your nose at him. “Ew, don’t say it like that. And it’s not them either.”

“Are you seriously going to leave me hanging?”

You glared at him, before speaking quickly. “It’s the bloody yakuza.” 

He looked at you, mouth open. “Your favourite character, in the whole of our world, is in the Shie Hassaikai.”

“Shut up.” you mumbled, hiding your face as you heard his cackles ring out through the entire shop, red spreading through your face as everyone’s attention turned to you two. “Shut up you’re so obnoxious.” 

He eventually died down, before continuing. “Well, there’s no such thing as impossible, I’ll try my best to help you, after all I’m the reason your in this mess.” he sighed.

“You’d better.” you seethed, pouting from the embarrassment. “And how come you’re not helping the heros if you know everything about the past, present and future in this world?”

“I would end up like my ancestor.” he explained. “Our family, as the world masters must remain completely unbiased. In this world we are simply civilians who are socially neutral.”

“Gee, sounds kinda boring.” you snickered, placing the empty cup down on the table. “So where am I staying?”

“That’s a good question.”

“Please tell me you have an answer.”

“Well let’s get you closer to the world of heros and villains first.”

“Um, I don’t have a quirk.”

“No worries. I’ll take care of it.”

“Wait no I don’t want a quirk, Overhaul doesn’t like them.”

“I can’t just manifest you a quirk.” he stated, rolling his eyes. “I mean I’ll get you to stay with one of them.” 

“What-”

~~~

You stood with your phone in hand, staring up at the dingy alleyway sign. “God I hate it here.” you muttered, wondering why the hell Haru had directed you to this musty highstreet bar. You knew you had to entually start earning money, as your mission at hand did not seem achievable in one day, but out of an entire city’s worth of jobs to apply for, the one he chose for you was... this?

You began to take a step forward before the door swung open suddenly, hitting you square in the face. Staggering a step back, your hands flew over your nose as blood slowly seeped out. 

“Shit.” someone yelled. You heard a thump to the ground and watched as he threw the trash bag onto the floor before grabbing your hands. “Hold on let me see.”

“It’s fine.” you grumbled, shaking his grip off before stepping to the side of the door to let him through. 

“Dabi.” someone screamed from inside the bar. “Hurry up and throw the trash away and get back in here.”

“Can’t you just wait a minute.” he shouted back. “Fuck um, I’ll be right back.”

He fumbled past, picking up the trash and running down the street as you walked inside, not bothering to wait for him. 

“Hi.” you greeted, everyone to turn to you perplexed as you pinced your nose, your blood messibly wiped on your chin.

Shigaraki raised an eyebrow at you from behind his father’s hand as you stood there awkwardly. 

“Wow not even a greeting in return? Rude much.” you grumbled, before clearing your throught to hopefully get rid of some of your nerves. “Um, are you hiring?”

“What?”

“Like, do you have any vacancies in your staff so that little old me could possibly occupy?”

“I know what hiring means.”

“Yeah well iI’m sure it didn’t hurt to explain it to you again.” you muttered. 

“No, we are not hiring.” the purple mist behind the counter, whom you recognised to be Kurogiri, said. “Although miss are you alright there?”

“I don’t even know.” you rasped. “Why the fuck did Haru send me here if you guys aren’t even hiring?”

“Haru sent you here?” Shigarki perked up.

You nodded and he turned to look at Kurogiri, quietly exchanging words before looking back at you.

“You should’ve mentioned that to begin with. Alright you’re hired. ”

“Excuse me?”

“Little old you can occupy the vacancy in our staff.” he deadpanned.

You huffed out before grinning at him and throwing him a thumbs up. “Epic!”

You shuffled over to the counter, peering at Kurogiri eagerly. “So when do I start?”

“You can start by wiping the tables miss...”

“Y/N.”

“Right, miss Y/N.”

“Wipe your face before you start anything.” Shigaraki muttered, pointing over to a small door in the far corner of the room. 

“Will do.” 

Slipping into the bathroom, you pulled out your phone, him picking up a few rings in. “Haru I thought you said you weren’t biased, why the hell does the league act like they’re best friends with you.”

“I’m not biased if I’m friends with both sides?” he offers. 

“Backstabber.” you quipped, washing your face.

“You know what? Enjoy your home because you’re staying with the league now.”

“You did not.” you screeched, grabbing your phone from the side as you watched him hang up. “You’re so petty you know that?” you muttered, glaring at your reflection in the mirror before exiting the bathroom. 

“Right, who’s gonna show me my room?”

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request: Can you make a thor oneshot where the reader is teen and has a big crush on him and she or he is always trying to impress with modern culture but one day he reads i dunno her diary and finds loads of pictures ( that he didn’t even knew existed)of him and writings and he confronts the reader

A/N: This is so cute! And I hope I made it as cute as I hoped to. Really interesting to write Thor. I've never done that before. And I love Thor. He was the reason I even started to watch Marvel movies. And I love him. Many injustices were done to his character arc and development, but um... TAIKA WAITITI PLEASE DIRECT THOR 4. I love Thor Odinson. PLEASE SEND MORE REQUESTS WITH HIM!!! Happy reading!

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Dear diary,

why do I even start my writings like this? It's stupid and sounds like I'm a helpless romantic girl in some movie. But if I would be in a movie, maybe my dreams would come true...

Yesterday I told Thor about Youtube and he couldn't understand it, not at first. But, when I showed him a couple of cat and fail videos, he found them amusing, and so the idea of using Youtube. He even asked me to help him set up an account. He said he wanted to “capture” the team training or having a fight. A succesful lesson of modern culture for him, that.

Said I'd help him do it tomorrow, which is today and I'm bound to help him whenever he asks. Now I'm going to have a shower and then join the others for breakfast. After that, me and Thor will make him an account on Youtube. I can't wait. Finally, for the first time, I'm going to be alone with him. Me and Thor. Only us two. I can't wait. I already said that. Well, whatever. 

Okay, then. I'll return to you later. Hopefully, after a succesful time-spending with Thor. 

Thor looks up from the notebook he was reading. His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes squinted. “So, is she just writing here whatever she thinks? Is that what it's for? And why is almost everything about me?” He thinks.

Thor looked so good today. - June 15th

I miss Thor's long hair, so beautiful. Especially when he tied half of it behind his head. Maybe I should ask him for his hair routine, it's always shiny and flawless... - April 30th

Told Thor about 'yeet' today, in front of others. They made fun of me. And they always do. It's started to get on my nerves. I'm just a kid. Maybe that's exactly why they make fun of me. But Thor didn't. He thanked me for teaching him Earth's modern language. - November 16th

Training with Thor. First time for me. And I couldn't concentrate. One of the most stupid moments in my life. Couldn't stop staring at his muscles that were about to burst from underneath his Tony-given tank. Christ, I still see them now. - March 7th

We had Netflix & Chill today, with the whole crew. My idea again. We started watching Stranger Things, season one. Thor was silent through the episodes. Did he not like it? Was it confusing him? Too colorful? Strange things, if I must say so myself. - July 12th

So many mentions of his name. It seemed weird. And what was even weirder than that were pictures of him. Ones he didn't know were taken. But then again, he never knew when pictures are taken of him. But these ones... These were not taken in public.

One was of Thor in the kitchen, talking with Tony. He remembers that. They were still talking about what's worthy enough to hold Mjolnir. Steve Rogers came into the room later.

Another picture was of Thor smiling, surprisingly, sitting in the sofa, a drink in hand. Thor was remembering another childhood prank he played on Loki to get back at him.

There were some group pictures, with some small doodles around Thor's head. Hearts? Butts? A picture of Y/N and Natasha, a picture of Y/N and Steve. A picture where Y/N is photographed by someone else. And, taking the words underneath the picture, it was Sam Wilson who took the picture.

Then, there are some pictures of Thor in the gym and some with him just practicing with Mjolnir, some with him talking to Vision. Lots of different ones, but mainly with Thor in them. 

Some of the pictures looked like... printed chap-snats? Chat-snaps? Snapchats. Yeah. An application in the cellphones that Y/N showed him one day. Thor liked the funny effects the application put on his face.

What was this all about? The pictures, the writings, the doodles? Some sort of... obsession maybe? Or, maybe she's a big fan of him. Either way, the pictures were disturbing Thor only a little bit. So he had to ask her what's that about. They've got to stop, whatever it is. Secretly taking pictures is clearly a violation of privacy, even to a self-loving and loathing god like Thor.

Thor puts the notebook back down on the desk it was laying on before he picked it up. He was actually waiting for Y/N in her room so they could set up the “You-tube” account. Thor was actually excited for that, but what he'd found in the notebook lessened his good mood a bit.

He leans, slightly sitting down, against the desk and waits for Y/N to come in. She will be, he knows that. Thor only left breakfast early cause he wanted to see Y/N's room for himself first. He was afraid, though, so he didn't want to freak the kid out with his reaction. Anything could be in a teenager's room, it could look like a portal to the Dark dimension or just look like a battleground.

But her room is nice, very pretty, fitting to herself. Soft tones, black bed sheets, pretty curtains, shelves full of books and sketchbooks, flowers by her bed and on the desk. There's even a small plush bunny on her bed. Very cute. Thor smiles when he notices it. She must have had it from her childhood. 

Y/N walks into the room and stops dead in her tracks. “Thor.” She mumbles, eyes wide. She's actually eating some nuts she took from the kitchen, they scrunch beneath her teeth as she looks at Thor, eyes frozen on his. She's practically hypnotized. 

“Y/N.” Thor greets, nodding. “Still enjoying earthly breakfast?” Y/N nods. “Some foods here are good, but nothing like Asgard's was, I have to admit. But,  still, you people eat it and you're not dead yet.” 

Y/N laughs. Something no one else would do at Thor's strange comments, and it makes him glad someone appreciates his thoughts, someone hears them and doesn't think them weird. Well, at least that's what he thinks she's reacting like. 

“God, I always forget to give you Belgian waffles or French Crepes. They're the best, honestly.” She says and walks past him, her posture a bit strange. “You taste them and you have no doubt about our food being at small bit bad.” Thor hums. “So, you came here to set up your Youtube account?”

“Yes, yes, of course. I was waiting for you, lady Y/N.” He responds. “But I, uh, well, I have many questions on my mind, but one of them is uh...”

“Ask away.” Y/N says, opening her laptop. Her eyes are trying not to look at Thor every once in a while. Though, it's very hard. 

“What is your blue book for?” He asks, turning slightly to the young girl. She glances at him briefly. 

“What? This one?” She points at her diary on the desk next to her laptop. Thor nods. “Oh, it's um, it's only for... Well, not only, I... I leave pictures there and uh, write down whatever I want to. Nothing interesting, really.”

“Nothing interesting? There were some things that intrigued me there, I must admit.” Thor says, boldly, without faltering. 

Y/N hums, and only a second later does she realise what his words mean. “Wait, you went through my diary?” She asks, voice full of shock.

“A diary?” Thor echoes. “Yes, well, I did. I thought it... Well, I didn't really think anything, I was just interested cause it... looked pretty.”

Y/N chuckles, but quietly. “Wh-what did you, exactly, see—uh—read in there?” She stumbles over words. Her crush on Thor is about to become very evident, if it wasn't already.

“Oh, uh, your writings and pictures,” Thor says, “May I ask some more questions?”

“Uh-huh.” Y/N says, her voice high-pitched and worry-laced. 

“Why do you have pictures of me in your, uh, diary?” He asks and Y/N's entire being freezes. “I assume you're the one taking them.”

Y/N clears her throat. “I, uh, yes, I... I like to take pictures of, uh, of everyone.” She gives her best white lie. 

“Do you have, maybe, pictures of others? Like, Captain Rogers or Stark or Natasha? Just them?” 

“Natasha, some of her.” Y/N squeals. “The others, I don't... I don't find quite interesting.”

“Not as interesting as me?” Thor clarifies. “I'm flattered, Lady Y/N. But... why draw hearts around me? Do you draw them because you think I'm more interesting?”

“Oh, no,” Thor hears Y/N mumble as she throws her head in her hands. He looks at her with concern, worried if she's sad or anxious, “okay, I'm just gonna tell you and embarrass myself in the process, but at least I'll get it over with now and quick.” She rambles, looking into Thor's eyes. The god nods. “I, uh, I just... I kinda... Well, I like you more than the others. We call it a crush between teenagers. It's when you...”

“Oh, I understand.” Thor says, nodding. He looks away and Y/N anxiously watches him think it over, what she said. Oh, crap, he's going to laugh at her. He's going to laugh and then tell everyone else. Maybe she should not have said anything at all. “That's completely okay, Lady Y/N. Thank you for telling me.” He says. “It's all okay, but... you're just young. And returning those feelings wouldn't be right.”

Y/N nods. 

“You look sad, miss Y/N.” Thor says after they both nod in silence to each other. “Let me give you an embrace.” He opens his arms to Y/N and she nods once again before letting herself fall into the god's embrace. He rubs her back comfortably, but finding it strange that she's quiet, not saying anything. He has to make her feel better. “Can we watch the cats dancing again?” Thor asks and hears the familiar sound of Y/N's giggle.

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