Hey you remember when I said I was gonna come back..and then I didnāt?
Good times guys, good times. Anyways, follow my other writing blog @thewrittenvagabond. No work on it yet, but now that I got ~fired~ Iāll be posting on it
Hello my lovelies!Ā Long time no talk (again). But, because of COVID-19, my store closed down, meaning i am out of a job for the time being! So if there is anybody who wants to commission me for some art, or a story, feel free to ask!
I decided to redo Savior! As I feel like Iāve gotten better in my writing, and have a far better understanding of where I wanted the series to go. So please enjoy this first re-written part, and please give me some feedback!
This will be put under a Read More as it does deal with suicide and suicide attempts. Youāve been warned.
As mentioned last time, Aizawa and Reader will have A father/child parental relationship, so no need to worry over the pairing title in case you got scared.
The roof was always your favorite place; High spaces always made you feel calm and serene, after all.
Maybe thatās why you chose this place to take your life. With the sun shining, not a single cloud in the sky, the birds chirping..It was very peaceful.Ā
It made you sad that they werenāt with you.
You didnāt feel their presence within you anymore. You had gotten into a fight about..something. You couldnāt even remember what. Was it so important if you didnāt remember it? Well..You supposed nothing was important anymore. You could feel the spirits around you, chanting a calming song; a song of relief. No more pain, no more burdens, no more being a burden.Ā
You jumped.
No more..anything..
No more lunchroom shenanigans. No more awful jam sessions in Jirouās dorm room. No more training sessions with Kirishima, no more pranks with Kaminari, no more, no more no more..
No more Shinsou.
Heād be the one youād miss most of all. Best friends since the first grade, and nothing had separated you since. Not even different classes.
You felt bad for how sad he was going to be. How lonely heād be.
You heard screaming. Oh right..there was a crowd wasnāt there? You only faintly heard them. You were focused on the blue sky. Blue was your favorite color. You closed your eyes and just...waited..waited to hit the ground and for everything to be over with. You waited for peace.
But peace never came.
Instead, you found yourself floating..floating? No that was the wrong word for it. Suspended..that was a better word for it. By white binding cloth, no less. You opened your eyes, and saw Aizawa. Oh..Aizawa..He was one of your favorite teachers. Serious, but caring. You saw it in his eyes. Despite how he presented himself, he truly cared.
He said something to you, but you couldnāt hear it. Blood was rushing to your ears, muffling out his words and the noises of the ambulances coming to take you away. You could feel the tears flow down your cheeks, and felt a small smidge of anger for this man who stopped you.
This man who the world would call your savior.
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You sat in your hospital bed two weeks later, smiling slightly at your best friend. Shinsou was going over the work you had missed. Even if he wasnāt in the same class, he made sure to write down every missing assignment you had, marking them in your books so you can read up on it.Ā
āY/N?ā A nurse called, making you look up. āVisiting hours are over now, so Iām afraid your friend has to leave. But, one more person wishes to speak to you, if thatās alright.ā She told you. Shinsou excused himself, giving your head a pat before he made his way out. While he did, you were wondering who it was who came to visit. Your grandparents already made their way over that morning, some of your classmates came over during the afternoon, and Shinsou came after, staying until just a few moments ago.
When Aizawa popped his head through the door, you frowned a bit in surprise. What was he doing here exactly? Two weeks in the hospital, and it was the first time he had come to visit. He brought with him a small bouquet, which he sat beside you on your night table as he sat in the seat beside you.
āIām sorry.ā
That confused you more. What was it he was sorry about? He didnāt make your life a living hell. He wasnāt the reason why so many people thought you were a freak, or thought you were better off as a villain, or crazy or whatever. He wasnāt the reason you wanted to die. Yet here he was, apologizing for what you had tried to do to yourself. Before you could even ask, he clarified.
āIām sorry I wasnāt there for you when you needed it most.ā He began. āIām sorry you felt like you couldnāt come to me or any of the other teachers when you were feeling so helpless. Iām sorry that you thought you had to deal with these thoughts on your own. Iām sorry you felt like taking your life was the only way out.ā He said, his voice monotone yet holding a certain..guilt. Sadness. Different emotions behind a protective layer of indifference. A layer of a tone that was meant to ward off people from coming too close. A layer that he didnāt mean to use, but was there because he had used it so often. An automatic defense.
That was something, you supposed, that you could understand.
A few moments of silence passed by, before he stood up. āThat was all. Please, get well soon.ā With that, he made his way towards the door.Ā
ā...Sensei?ā You called out, your voice heartbreakingly sad and fragile. He turned to look at you, waiting for you to finish.
ā..I wish you hadnāt saved me.ā You confessed.
He was silent for a moment, looking down at the ground. When he looked up at you, he looked at you with the eyes of someone who knew what you were going through. Whether it was because he had dealt with this before, or because he knew personally what it was you felt, you couldnāt tell. Still, he could only shake his head softly, before nodding in response.Ā
Hey guys! While Iām hard at work re-writing Savior,Ā Iām letting you know that Iām going to open commissions! I need the extra cash for a two reasons!
1. Iām going to Kentucky for over a week, so being payed bi-weekly, itās definitely gonna land a hard hit on my pay check and i really donāt want that to happen
2. And lastly, Iām getting myself a dog! My family has three dogs already, however this is going to be my dog, bought with my money. I have to get him from a breeder (Since I had to get a specific mix breed) and obviously that costs a lot of money. I have the funds to pay for him, but extra cash for things like toys and medical stuff would be much appreciated.
You donāt have to do anything you donāt want to, but Iām still going to put it out there in case anyone would like a specific story!
I wonāt do anything with underaged characters in sexual situations, nor will I write rape. Costs can be discussed via PMs or DMs, as well as what the contents of the story will contain.
Hey guys! Sparkles here! I wanted some imput. Would anyone be against me re-writing the Savior (Aizawa/Student!Reader) fic? I feel like my writing has gotten much better since I first started it, but I wanted some opinions!
Hey guys! Sparkles here! I wanted some imput. Would anyone be against me re-writing the Savior (Aizawa/Student!Reader) fic? I feel like my writing has gotten much better since I first started it, but I wanted some opinions!
Surprise bitch! I bet you thought youād seen the last of me. I donāt know how many of my readers are still here (Drop a message or a question if you are, I miss you guys!) but enjoy this bit of Fanfic! Fun fact: All of these instances are things that have actually happened in my job *Yay retail!* Honestly, I just really wanted to write Bakugo in a retail setting, I think itād be hilarious. And itās like, living Vicariously through this fictional character, as Iād love to tell off my customers. Anyways, enjoy!
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Ā Retail.
The very word makes you shiver.
Working in retail, youāve definitely had your fair share of odd, rude, and annoying customers. From people threatening to sue your store because you wouldnāt give them two plastic bags (How dare you?!), to people trying to take money out of your register because you werenāt able to give them change (They work at your sister store and they always let her do that!), to people telling you your store was going to burn in hell, simply because they couldnāt find where to pay (It was right behind him, but thatās obviously your fault for putting the check out where he couldnāt see!).
Retail was possibly the worst thing you couldāve landed yourself into career wise. You didnāt have a flashy quirk. All it was was quick-learning. From math to training to whatever, you learned it, and you learned it fast. But apparently, even that wasnāt enough to get you a job that earned more than minimum wage.Ā You were lucky that you werenāt working alone.
However..
āHow the FUCK does that even make sense?!ā You inwardly cringe at Bakugo yelling at the customer he was serving. Sometimes, you were surprised at the fact Bakugo still worked at your store, but on the other hand, you knew he probably scared your supervisors into letting him stay; said he needed to āmake sure you werenāt fucking things upā, as he put it.Ā
āAre you fucking braindead?!ā He shouted at the woman, looking both confused and pissed off, more so than usual. āListen lady, you paid six goddamn cents for the damn pants, so that is how much youāre getting back!āĀ
āBut I didnāt know I paid six cents for it, so I should get the full refund!ā She argued, making even you pull a āwhat the fuck do you meanā face.Ā
Again, Bakugo lost it.āYou are the most fucking stupidest HAG Iāve ever had the misfortune of serving!ā He shouted, opening the register and handing the lady six cents. āHereās your money, now get the FUCK out of my line!ā
āI demand to speak to your manager!ā The lady shouted at him, hating the way she was being told off.
Ā āI AM THE MANAGER.ā Right..Despite Bakugo having a short fuse, and giving customers a piece of his mind, he was a very good employee, so it didnāt take long for him to reach manager status. He was pretty much indispensable. Still, sometimes you couldnāt help but feel bad for those he shouted at. You knew he could be pretty ruthless. It was still pretty funny though, so you couldnāt help but laugh.But boy was that a mistake.
āAnd what do you think youāre laughing at?!ā The lady said, turning towards you. You instantly froze up, mouth agape and not knowing what to say. But of course..Bakugo was there to intervene.
āTheyāre laughing at how much of a fucking idiot you are. Honestly, I canāt fucking blame them. Your stupidity is leaving me in stitches, truly. You got what you came for--and deserved--so get out of my store!ā He told her, pointing to the exit.
āYou sir just lost yourself a customer!ā She threatened, making Bakugo scoff and roll his eyes.
āGood riddance!ā
āIām writing a bad review on this establishment!ā
āYeah, go tell your Facebook friends all about it, Karen! Maybe some essential oils will help cure you of your Chronic Bitch Syndrome!ā He shouted back, flipping her the bird.
You watched as the lady left, and you couldnāt help but laugh some more. āGod, what an asshole! All of that over six cents?ā You asked in disbelief. Bakugo simply shrugged.Ā
āYou know as well as I do that wasnāt even the weirdest or worst customer.ā He huffed, wrapping an arm around your waist. āHey, todayās been pretty shitty. What do you say we go out for dinner after our shifts end, huh?ā He asked. You smiled; you both had been together since the end of middle school, and you were still surprised at how sweet he could be. But, you softly shook your head.
āI think Iāll pass. Iām so drained, I think Iād much rather just lay in bed and go take a nap.ā You explained. You turned, seeing a new employee come up to you, who looked a bit flustered and unsure.
Ā āY/N?ā She asked softly, tugging on her hair.Ā
āYes sweetie? What happened?ā You asked, frowning a bit
āWell..A few things actually. Someone peed in the womenās career fitting room, someone found weed in the Juniorās fitting room, and a used condom was found upstairs in the menās fitting room.ā
You groaned softly, pinching the bridge of your nose. āYou know what, Katsuki? I think Iāll take you up on that date.ā
Not dead! I know itās been,,,,,a long time,,,But Iāve been working hard! Iām stock piling reader inserts so I can put them out periodically! Work has been killing me slowly, and I hate retail!
Now, speaking of work, theyāve decided to cut my hours (Iām part time, and these past two weeks have a total of 10 hours, whereI should have at least twenty a week). Iām Deciding to open up commissions to help me earn extra cash (itād be v helpful, as my puppy Harley has a tumor that needs to be removed)
So, Iāll do drawings, and Iāll do custom writing pieces as well! I can negotiate the price, and honestly I donāt expect anyone to want anything from me, but may as well try!
You might not be able to get the story taken down for its content, due to AO3's ToS pretty much stating that they won't just take down anything with repugnant content. Last I checked you can probably get them for posting instructions for requests in the main body of the work instead of in the notes where it belongs. Be sure to read the FAQs before reporting to make sure because I don't know for sure.
It really sucks some people can write child p*rn and have it not be taken down, but Iāll definitely do my research and see what I can do! Thanks for the heads up!
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