for containment breach au, i was reading through everything under the tag and was wondering, does danny not have the hazmat suit in human form? does he switch forms and just suddenly have this heavy ass suit on lmao?
That's the concept, just like in canon when he changes and this clothes disappear and has his suit on.
Huh. What even happened to the suit from his human form in canon?
But this ask got me thinking about au of an au, where hazmat suit is blocking Danny from changing back to human and he thinks he is fully dead untill it breaks apart,,,
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My question got inspired by one of ur reblogs! But have you thought of writing a time travel fic? like hinata ending up with someone else or she died and naruto goes back in time? or vice versa LOL I think there's a fair share of fics out there like that but im just interested with ur take in it
WOAH I donât think Iâve ever read a fic with that premise!!!! Thatâs crazy angsty and I donât know if my own heart could handle that đ¨. The tough thing about a lot of time travel stories Iâve heard of is that thereâs some kind of adverse consequence for trying to change the past...so Iâm wondering what terrible thing could happen as a result. But I guess the story doesnât have to go that direction. It could be like in Harry Potter 3rd book, where Naruto/Hinata has to work in secret and not be seen by their past self and mysterious things happen in the past that are explained later and anyway. Thatâs my details brain rambling. That kind of story could be a lot of fun!
I am working on a Time Travel fic for nh2020! The stakes are not nearly as high as in your idea, but I hope you enjoy it anyway :) Thank you for the question!
now iâm speechless, over the edge iâm just breathless
SIMBAR FICWEEK IS HERE AND IM SO DAMN HAPPY I MIGHT JUST AS WELL CRY OKAYÂ
yes, hi. this is day one, and iâm so excited even tho i only have a total of a day and a half ready and 1000% sure this all will be written the day before so im sorry in advance yâallÂ
anywayyyyy hope you enjoy this not even close to be proofread mess:Â
DAY ONE: âYouâre unfairly good at everything, but Iâm strong enough to carry you bride-style and this for some reason renders you speechlessâ
Ămbar was getting more and more annoyed by the second, waiting for him to arrive.
The guitarist wasnât bad, but he wasnât the best either; and always, always late.
She was the strongest out of the two; it was easy to outshine him when skating (not that she didnât do that already when she skated with Matteo, but now it was laughable how easy it was) However, SimĂłn being weak was also a risk; because then her safety would be compromised if he lifted her the wrong way, or dropped her by accident if he stepped wrong.
So far none of that had happened because they hadnât practiced those parts yet; Tamara wanting to help them âconnectâ with each other had taken most of their rehearsing time with the easy steps first, leaving the most complicated ones for last (which was stupid and a waste of time, she had made it known but, of course, âtake it easyâ was the teamâs motto).
Another problem was that he was easily distracted all the time; if she had to count the number of times she had to snap him out of his Luna-induced-state, sheâd fall asleep very quickly at night.
Him not giving her enough attention bothered her a lot.
And her vanity was wounded. She was used to shine, to be the sun on the rink, everyoneâs attention on her, awed by her talent, envying her because her steps were as flawless as it could be; and he, foolishly, would rather focus on a stupid moon who couldnât care less was his center of gravitation. Â
Yes, it bothered a lot.
Ămbar huffed once she finished tying her quadsâ laces, angry at herself for letting that boyâs obliviousness affect her, when SimĂłn stumbled into the lockers, in a rush.
âAm I late?â he asked, breathing heavily. She didnât know what was with him and Luna being late to everything, but she was reaching her limit of patience, always waiting. Was this a Mexican thing, or were they just oh so connected that shared the same flaws?
âNot yet.â She scowled him, standing up to allow him lace up his own skates. SimĂłn had the decency to look ashamed.
âIâm sorry, but with the band weâre still choo-â
She interrupted him, scowl intact, âI honestly donât care.â
Ămbar waited for him to be offended by her response, like a normal person would; he, of course, being all Mr. Nice Guy, just smiled at her, sitting down with his quads to begin putting them on. âFair enough.â
She didnât know how to respond to that.
She wanted to ask him what he meant, why he didnât seem to mind her bashing his band; but she just huffed again (which she did a lot around him), and skated to the rink, not before shouting a âhurry upâ in his direction, to, well, hurry him up.
She stepped in the rink in seconds, unsurprised that the only people from the team that were there, were Ramiro, Matteo and her. Ămbar, of course, couldnât stop from complaining.
âYour partners arenât here yet? So unprofessional.â
Matteo was the first to react, rolling his eyes at her comment, and jumped to defend his lover girl âLuna had to stay at school a little longer today, sheâll be here soon.â
âAh, of course.â
She could see her exâs mouth turning upwards for a second, before she started her usual warm ups around the rink, not bothering to hear what Ramiro had to say about Jimâs whereabouts. She could care less about whatever those losers were doing, probably moping around some guy; because they were that desperate.
Matteo caught up with her a moment later, âwhereâs the guitarist, anyway? I donât see him here either.â
âMiss him already?â she changed her course, standing in front of him to now skate backwards, smirk well put on her face. âWorried that heâs actually with your little Luna-love?â
âĂmbar.â His face turned blank, not entertained at all (which in Matteo terms, meant he was jealous and wasnât willing to let the world know)
âLuckily for us, though,â she nodded towards the lockersâ doorframe, where SimĂłn was already there, about to step into the rink, âheâs here, alone.â
Matteo didnât look back, didnât even tilt his head to look behind him, but kept his eyes on her face. His eyes turned from emotionless to amused in a second, and a smile appeared just as fast, âI see.â
âBut you donât.â She retorted, confused at his answer. Was today a âtell Ămbar weird responses to confuse herâ day or something? Or were they just idiots?
âOr do I?â he teased, circling around her. Ămbar glared at him, crossing her arms.
He was acting ridiculous now. From experience, she could tell he was trying to get something out of her, by making her want to lash out and admit something. What exactly, she wasnât sure. Balsano knew her better than most people, so the probability of him catching up with something about her before she could even think about it first was high.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
Matteo circled her one more time before shrugging off, âyouâre smart, youâll figure it out.â With that, he left her side to go to the bleachers, where GastĂłn was now with Ramiro, Jim and Yam.
Nevertheless, Ămbar was annoyed. âWhat the- Matteo!â she called after him, ready to skate in his direction when SimĂłn appeared in front of her, blocking her way from demanding answers out of her ex-boyfriend.
âHave you warmed up yet?â he asked, half scaring her to death, half actually killing her by nearly making her fall from the scare. Basically, he almost murders her.
He did save her, though, by holding her by the shoulders before she could meet the ground.
âI was in the middle of that,â she shrugged him off, literally, to get his hands off her. He took a step back, and smiled down at her, making her slightly uncomfortable.
Personally, she thought he looked ridiculous. Crooked beanie, horrible blue hoodie, and creepy smile. She was reminded of her best friendâs stupid crush when he first appeared in their lives; for someone who loved fashion, how could JazmĂn had ever been interested in him? A real mystery she was not set to solve.
He had a nice enough body and face, but there was something that just made her hesitate about him. Unknown territory she had no intention to step on.
âWant to warm up together? We could even practice the lifts this time.â SimĂłn pulled her out of her thoughts. So, of course, taken out in a shock, she blurted out the first thing that came out from her brain.
âDo you like JazmĂn?â
He blinked, once, twice, âwhat?â
The heat from her cheeks was unwelcome. She knew she was embarrassed.
Fortunately for her, it was then when Mariano came and ordered them to start skating around the rink again, so they did.
They circled around fourteenth times, stretching and practicing a couple easy steps on the way. Lunita joined them when they hit the fourth round, shouting apologies nobody (her) cared to listen, and she huffed once more.
Fifteenth, sixteenth, seventeenth.
On the eighteenth turn, SimĂłn finally caught up with her, skating along her and trying to follow whatever step she was making. She got annoyed soon, and went past him, increasing her speed until it was safe to do an axel without falling on her face for lack of impulse.
She heard her friends cheer on the background, clapping loudly. When had they arrived, she had no idea, but she still flipped her hair in acknowledgement, smirking proudly.
When she looked back she found SimĂłnâs eyes on her, smiling and clapping along. The image was so weird, so unusual to her, she lost her balance for a second, and fell on her butt. His face turned concerned immediately and, rushed to her side; the rest of the team plus their coaches close behind.
His face was in front of hers in a minute, âyouâre okay?â
She gulped at the closeness, her stomach getting unsettled all of the sudden, âI think so.â
Tamara came behind SimĂłn, who had kneeled down beside her, and asked, âcan you stand? Does it hurt anywhere?â
It was then when Ămbar noticed her ankle was actually in pain, wincing. âI think my ankle might be hurt.â
Mariano cursed loudly, and ordered for anyone to bring ice quickly, while he ran to his cellphone to call a doctor. With Tamara and SimĂłnâs help, they took her quads off, the former examining her left ankle as soon as the sock was off.
âI think it might just be a bruise,â she spoke sweetly, after a few minutes, âstill, itâd be better if you just sit down and ice it for today.â Ămbar was more than ready to complain, but Tamaraâs look shut her up before she could, ânow, one of you please take her to the bleachers so she can sit down there.â
On the corner of her eye, she saw Matteo taking a step, ready to offer himself. SimĂłn beat him at it, surprising them both, but made her ex smile for some reason. Â
âI will.â Without giving her time to protest, he lifted her up, securing her in his arms; bride-style.
Ămbar was speechless. He even had his freaking quads on! She didnât know if she was scared heâd let her fall or just plain shocked he volunteered to carry her, but she couldnât form a sentence.
Once they reached the stands, he accommodated her on a chair, before allowing Delfi and JazmĂn to bombarded with questions about her wellbeing.
âHey, hey, let her breath.â He nudged them softly, shutting them up effectively for a total of two seconds, because then they proceeded to apologize non-stop.
Somehow she found her voice again, âjust shut up already.â They did this time, âif you want to be useful go and bring me water or something.â
They were gone in a flash, so she looked up to the boy, who looked more amused than anything. âWhat?â she asked, but he just shrugged, avoiding an answer.
âSimĂłn! Get back to practice!â Mariano yelled at him, snapping his fingers to let him know there was no time to waste.
âI hate that guy,â he told her secretively, making the corners of her mouth twitch.
âSIMĂN!â
The boy rolled his eyes, but still didnât move, âare you going to be okay by yourself for now?â she nodded in response, âfeel better, yeah? Canât let this rink be without its queen.â SimĂłn winked, and left her to go with a very pissed Mariano, finally starting to practice the choreography.
She was stunned, once again, by him. What even was this? Black magic? Voodoo? This clearly wasnât her.
âDoes it hurt less now, Ămbar?â Delfi appeared again, with a bottle of water and a very worried JazmĂn carrying a sandwich behind her.
She nodded. But inside, she was screaming.
SimĂłn must have thrown a spell on her, that was the only (il)logical reason. Â
Cause she, sure as hell, wasnât crushing on him.
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I donât understand how people can sit down and write a story. Like, how do you do it? All my mind is, is a jumble of names and faces, random personality quirks, points of origin... maybe a few plot ideas float by once or twice. But the moment my pen hits paper, or fingers hit the keys... nothing comes. How do you put a whole world on paper? What is the secret ingredient I am missing here?