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falling is easy, catching is hard

rated m | also on ao3 cw: recreational drug use, implied sexual content tags: friends with benefits, secret relationship, shotgunning, mutual pining, getting together, love confessions

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sidekick-hero!!! Sandy, you deserve the world, but this 3000 word thing will have to do for now 💖

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December 19, 1985

Steve Harrington needed sleep.

Eddie Munson had the only thing that would put him to sleep.

But Eddie Munson also held a grudge, a reasonable one, but an annoying one.

“You want me to sell you the last of my good shit? For half price?” Eddie snorted. “You’re out of your damn mind, Harrington.”

“Munson, please. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” Steve begged.

“Why would I do you any favors? You never did me any.”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, waiting somewhat impatiently for a response from Steve.

Steve didn’t have one.

Eddie was right; He didn’t really deserve a favor from someone who had let his friends make his first senior year absolutely miserable.

But Robin’s voice looped in his head: “Be vulnerable sometimes, Steve. People may surprise you.”

“Listen man, I just really need to sleep, alright? I’ve tried everything else.” Steve sighed. “This is pretty much my last hope.”

Which was a truth and a lie. He’d already tried smoking some weed, knew that it worked.

Eddie’s forehead creased in the middle.

That’s kinda cute, Steve thought to himself before shaking his head. Now wasn’t the time to get distracted by big, brown eyes and shiny lips.

“You been to a doctor?” Eddie asked.

“The sleeping pills make them worse.”

“Make what worse?” Eddie pushed.

“The nightmares.”

Eddie nodded once, understanding flitting across his face as he relaxed his arms by his sides.

“How long you been havin’ them?” Eddie asked as he walked around to the bench at the picnic table, opening his lunchbox.

“I guess…technically years. They’ve been worse since July though.” Steve knew he had to be careful about what he said, couldn’t give away more than what the public knew about what happened at the mall, but Eddie seemed trustworthy enough to handle this part. “Doctors said it’s normal for trauma or whatever.”

Eddie nodded, whispered something under his breath, and shuffled through his box.

“Forgot you worked at the mall over the summer. Kinda crazy what happened,” he said as he pulled a small discolored plastic bag from the box. “I’ll make you a one-time only deal, Stevie.”

Steve ignored the butterflies in his stomach at the nickname, kicked at the dirt under his feet, and gestured for Eddie to continue.

“I’m not giving my product away for half price. I’m a businessman and that’s not a smart financial decision for my business.” Eddie held up a hand when Steve looked like he was going to argue. “But! I will share a joint with you right here, right now, for free.”

“Um. What?”

“I was gonna smoke this one tonight as a celebration for passing all my first semester finals by the skin of my teeth. I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.” Eddie’s smirk made the butterflies even worse.

Steve was going to regret this.

God, he was so stupid.

“Yeah, okay.”

Smoking with Eddie the first time was nice, but the second, and third, and fourth times were even better.

— — — — — — —

January 16, 1986

“You’re late, Stevie. I was starting to worry you’d gotten frostbite.” Eddie’s smile warmed Steve from the inside out, the shiver wracking his body more to do with the growing fondness he had for the curly-haired man in front of him.

Eddie was bundled up like they were in Antarctica, and to be fair, it was below freezing outside right now.

Steve offered to meet somewhere else, but Eddie insisted they come to his usual spot.

And then Steve saw it: Eddie had built them a fire. It was small, he probably didn’t want to draw any attention from the road, but it was throwing heat that Steve craved.

“Come warm up before we get into it,” Eddie waved him over, his gloved hands looking out of place.

Steve was used to seeing shiny rings on his fingers, blisters on his fingertips from playing too much guitar.

Steve stood next to him in front of the fire, holding his own gloved hands out to try to warm his body as much as possible.

“Any reason I couldn’t just come to your house or something?” Steve asked, not quite getting rid of the attitude in his tone.

“My Uncle has tonight off. He’s a pretty chill guy, but I think actively watching me sell drugs to someone would maybe cause a heart attack.” Eddie sighed. “I told him I had a date tonight so I couldn’t really have you show up after that.”

“A date?” Steve grinned, nudging Eddie’s arm. “I didn’t even bring flowers.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but looked away to cover a blush. “Yeah, well, don’t expect me to put out until there’s a dozen roses in my hand.”

He meant it as a joke surely, but something in Steve’s chest clenched at the thought of spoiling Eddie like that. Maybe not roses, that didn’t quite seem his style.

“I’ll try to remember them next time,” Steve managed to say, nearly choking on his own words.

What was he even doing? Flirting? Eddie didn’t even consider him a real friend, why would he want him to bring him flowers?

“Got a new strain tonight. It’s supposed to be a little stronger, but fades faster, so you should be good to drive back home in a couple hours.” Eddie pulled the baggie out of his pocket, lunchbox long gone after meeting twice a week for the last month.

Steve wasn’t really a customer anymore, no matter how they tried to keep up appearances that he was.

He still tipped Eddie, or tried to, but usually Eddie ignored it and just said it was a favor to help him sleep.

“How strong?” Steve finally asked as Eddie pulled the lighter from his pocket.

“Might make you a little floatier than usual. Not hallucinogenic, though.” Eddie knew he couldn’t handle that kind of trip. That’s why he stayed away from his other offerings. “I tested it out myself earlier this week.”

Steve wasn’t reading into that.

“Okay.” He fought off a shiver, this time from actually being cold. “Guess it’s worth a try.”

“I’ll drive you home if it’s too much.” Eddie’s offer was kind, going above and beyond what a dealer would do for a customer, but Steve wasn’t reading into it. “Or you can nap it off in the van for an hour or so before heading home. Whatever.”

Eddie lit the joint, breathing in long and slow, holding the smoke until Steve was sure he would pass out before slowly letting it out.

He handed the roll to Steve, who didn’t think about what Eddie meant by stronger, and took his normal pull, choking halfway through.

Eddie’s eyes widened as he took the joint from him, his hand grabbing onto Steve’s arm as he coughed.

“Jesus Christ, man, you good?” Eddie asked him.

“Yeah,” he coughed. “Sorry. It is a lot stronger.”

Eddie searched his face, relaxing as Steve’s breathing went back to normal. “Good?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe take it slower?” Eddie teased. “Or- no never mind.”

“Or what?” Steve asked, already feeling the heaviness that came with smoking.

“Ever shotgunned before?”

Steve’s heart stopped. He’d venture to say he was even stone cold sober again after that question.

“Um. No.” He hadn’t. He’d wanted to with Nancy, figured it would be the only way she would be interested in trying weed, but it never worked out. “Would it be easier?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Usually. We can give it a try if you want.”

Steve nodded before he really processed what he was being offered.

Eddie’s mouth would be very, very close to his. Possibly even on his.

And he’d be sharing breath with him, probably more than one if it worked.

Eddie pulled the picnic table closer to the fire and sat on the bench. He patted the seat next to him.

“Might as well get comfy, then,” Eddie said.

Steve sat next to him, close enough to feel the warmth coming from his side, close enough to hear Eddie’s hitched breath when they made contact.

Close enough to want to be closer.

“Alright, so I’ll start with a small one, and you just have to breathe in when I breathe out.”

“Is it-” Steve played with a loose thread on his gloves. “Your lips are gonna touch mine?”

Eddie suddenly looked nervous, like he regretted offering this at all, and Steve couldn’t allow that.

“I don’t mind! I mean, I want you to!” Steve panicked. “Like, it’s fine! I know we have to for the whole thing to work.”

“Yeah. Um, it’s not like, weird or anything. It’s just me helping you get high.”

It wasn’t weird, but it definitely was hot.

Eddie took a drag, leaned into Steve’s space, and cupped his jaw, tilting his head back for easier access.

Steve couldn’t breathe.

But he had to, that was the whole fucking point of doing this.

His lips parted and Eddie’s warmth coated him, covered him better than the fire.

He breathed in as Eddie breathed out, his hand seeking contact with anything solid to keep him on this earth.

He found it in Eddie’s hip, his fingers gripping tight as Eddie lingered beyond the point of the smoke clearing from his mouth to Steve’s.

Their lips brushed lightly, an agonizingly soft touch that Steve tried his best not to chase as it drifted away.

He bit back a whine at the loss, opening his eyes to see Eddie still surprisingly close, pupils huge.

It’s just the weed, Steve thought to himself.

It definitely wasn’t their almost-kiss.

Steve breathed out, swallowing once the smoke was gone from his mouth.

“Good?” Eddie asked.

Steve should answer him, should nod and thank him for doing this, maybe ask him for another hit so he could try to blame his fidgeting on being high.

But Steve wanted to kiss him.

Not shotgun, not barely brush lips, not act like this wasn’t something more than what it started as.

Robin told him he deserved nice things, and he deserved to be happy, and he did.

So Steve let himself try to have a nice thing.

“Again?” Steve asked, leaning in before Eddie had a chance to take a drag.

“Woah, big boy.” Eddie’s hands grabbed his shoulders, not pushing him away, but holding him back from making contact that he so desperately wanted. “Think that first hit might have gotten to you already. Let’s take a minute.”

“No, I-”

“Steve. You’re high.”

His tone was final, and something about the way his eyes darted away made Steve think that maybe this wasn’t the first time someone tried to make a move on him because he was giving them something.

He didn’t know Steve was into men, either.

Steve could just tell him, though. Let him know it’s not just the drugs, that he’d already had feelings for him before.

But the high was kicking in and Steve’s tongue felt like an iron weight.

“How about I get you some water?” Eddie asked, pulling away and walking swiftly to his van.

Steve didn’t protest. He did need some water.

Eddie sat on the other side of the table when he came back, handed over a bottle of water with a small smile, and watched as Steve gulped most of it down.

“This is good shit,” Steve admitted, slurring his words a little from the effort of moving his mouth. “Better than usual.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice treat once in a while.”

They sat in silence for another 30 minutes or so, though the time didn’t even feel like it was passing to Steve until Eddie stood up and guided him to the passenger seat of his van.

“Wha-?”

“I’m gonna drop you off at home. You got someone who can help you get your car tomorrow?” Eddie buckled his seatbelt, Steve tried not to be too endeared. “Maybe Buckley? Or Wheeler?”

Steve’s brows furrowed.

Nancy had barely talked to him in months, not since she gave him one awkward hug after Starcourt. Robin couldn’t drive, or at least said she couldn’t. That’s why he drove her to school and all of her work shifts.

“Maybe you could?” Steve suggested.

Eddie sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

— — — — — — —

February 14, 1986

Steve got him flowers.

He hadn’t seen him since the night he drove Steve home.

By the time Steve woke up the next morning, his car was parked in the driveway with a note on his keys that said ‘Promise there’s not a dent on her.’

And then Eddie had ignored his calls. He’d conveniently never been at his spot anytime Steve had ever met up with him before.

He couldn’t even pass a message through Dustin because Dustin was too curious for his own good and would probably figure out that Steve wanted to kiss him.

Which is all Steve thought about for the last month while he figured out what to do next.

Robin was no help at all, said he should just corner him after Hellfire one night and make a move if he wanted him so bad.

As if that could ever be an option.

This was his last chance, though.

He’d confirmed with one of his bandmates – Garrett, maybe? – that he didn’t have plans tonight and refused to sell on Valentine’s Day.

Steve stood in front of Eddie’s trailer, a bouquet of white and pink daisies in his hand, feeling particularly stupid.

The van was here, so Eddie was here, but Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk up the steps and knock on the door. This was maybe the most idiotic thing he’d ever done and he probably should leave before he was seen by someone.

“Steve?” Eddie opened the front door, confusion clear even from a distance. “The hell are you doing here?”

“I said I’d bring you flowers.”

He felt so dumb, standing here holding a bouquet of flowers for a guy who didn’t even want to sell drugs to him anymore. He considered dropping the flowers and making a run for it, but Eddie leaned against the door frame and scrunched his nose up.

Like he was trying not to smile.

Like maybe Steve did something right.

“Better bring them in so they can get water, then,” Eddie said with a hesitant smile.

Steve would take any type of smile, as long as it meant he wasn’t being sent away with his tail between his legs.

He rushed inside, didn’t think about the smell of Irish Spring coming off of Eddie, or the way his arm brushed against his side as he passed him.

Steve stood in Eddie’s trailer, taking in what Eddie called home, holding the flowers in front of him with hope.

Eddie closed the front door and walked over to him, holding his hand out.

“You didn’t have to get me flowers just for me to sell you drugs again, ya know.” Eddie smiled sadly. “I would have let you buy if you really needed it.”

“You won’t return my calls so how would you know if I needed it?” Steve countered.

“Ouch.” Eddie sucked a breath in through his teeth. “You’re right. I, uh, was giving you some space.”

“What made you think I wanted any?” Steve took the flowers back from Eddie’s hand, setting them on the coffee table behind him. “If I wanted space, I wouldn’t have bothered calling at all.”

“That’s what Wayne said, but-”

“Well, maybe you should’ve listened to Wayne.” Steve sighed. “I’m sorry I fucked things up by wanting to kiss you. I’m sorry if the flowers are too much. I’m sorry if I’m too much.”

Steve couldn’t look at Eddie after his confession, or his attempt at one. It may have been more of an apology, but he figured his intentions were clear enough.

“Steve. Stevie. Look at me.” Eddie cupped his cheeks, that familiar warmth covering Steve in safety. “You’re not too much. Don’t ever, ever let anyone tell you that you’re too much. You were so high, I didn’t wanna take advantage. I thought if I just left you to think about it long enough, you’d realize what happened was just from the weed.”

Steve shook his head, reaching his hands up to circle Eddie’s wrists. “It wasn’t just the weed. You’d know that if you let me talk to you before now.”

Eddie rubbed his thumb along his cheekbone, eyes dancing across the freckles that covered Steve’s surprisingly sun-kissed skin. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain.”

“You’re forgiven if you listen now,” Steve took a breath, letting his hands run down Eddie’s arms and settle on his hips. “I like you. A lot. Definitely more than a customer should, more than a friend should, maybe more than a regular boyfriend should. It’s okay if that’s too much, but it’s what I have to give.”

“You’re really something, Stevie.” Eddie leaned in, pressing his lips to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “I think I’ll take what you’re giving if that’s alright with you.”

“Please,” Steve breathed out as Eddie’s lips crushed against his fully.

Steve always felt so much, always gave so much, hardly ever had anyone who would take what he had to give.

But Eddie was taking it, forcing it from Steve to his own body, his own heart, like it was the only thing he wanted or needed.

“If you wanna buy tonight, you’re gonna be real disappointed,” Eddie gasped out against his lips when they came up for air minutes, maybe hours, later. “I don’t sell on major holidays.”

“Is Valentine’s Day a major holiday?” Steve asked, brows furrowing.

“It is when I get to have you in my bed.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

“That sound okay to you, big boy?” Eddie was smooth. Who could have possibly guessed?

Steve barely got out a ‘yes’ before Eddie was pulling him down the short hallway to his bedroom and rattling off things he wanted to do to him.

Steve Harrington probably wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.

But Eddie Munson would make it worth his while.

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 4 (Part 1)

Following is part 1 of my translation of Chapter 4 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-56 to 7-61.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-56

???: Silence, human. Do not speak unless you’re spoken to.

Silver: …!!

Strange-looking Soldier: Who are you? Spit it out. Now. And you better not lie to me, lest you wish for me to dirty my blade.

Grim: Eep! This guy’s gonna chop us into protein bars!

Sebek: I-I assure you we are trustworthy people. We hail from a school for mages-in-training. We’re students!

Yuu: We’re from Night Raven College.

Strange-looking Soldier: Night Raven College…?

Sebek: Indeed. It’s located on Sage’s Island, and-

Strange-looking Soldier: How many times have I told you idiots, I don’t give a rat’s ass about a shitty school run by humans!

Everyone: !?

Strange-looking Soldier: You’re gonna teach me something about wizardry, eh? Even though all you brats can use your magic for is pranks and shit. So a letter wasn’t enough for you? The school had to go and send a couple of errand boys, too? What a persistent lot you are. There isn’t a damn thing for me to learn from you jackasses. You trying to say I’m stupid? Is that it?

Grim: Ack! No, we never said that!!

Silver: Ah, erm, we…

Strange-looking Soldier: I already got enough on my plate with the “Silver Owl” running amok. I don’t have time for your stupid games. I’ll let you go, just this once. Now hurry up and get the hell out of our country, humans. Kishaaaa!

Strange-looking Soldiers: Gigiii! Gyagyaaaa!

Grim: The heck!? Did NRC really send an invite to this guy!? He’s a monster!!

Sebek: A monster!? Hold your tongue, beast!! Gaze upon the pattern emblazoned into their armor. That is the coat of arms worn by Briar Valley’s Imperial Guard. However, it’s certainly an antiquated variation. Just what is going on here…?

Silver: Judging by that magical stone weapon, and the light I saw flying around that soldier just now… He has to be…!

???: I bring neeeeeews!!!! Reporting for duty, General!

Strang-looking Soldier: Keep it down, Baul. What is it now?

Sebek: D-Did you say “Baul”!?

Grim: What’s the matter, Sebek? You know this guy?

Sebek: N-No…. But could it really be…

Baul: Hm? Who are these people? …Wait! Those round ears…. Are you the “Iron Ones”!?

General: They’re just some brats who got lost. Forget them. What were you saying before?

Baul: …Yes, sir! We’ve received a report from the forest patrol concerning the “Silver Owl”. They have erected tents at the base of the Mystical Mountain and are laying waste to the surrounding area.

General: Tsch… Those bastards never learn their lesson. Come on, we’ll go chase ‘em off.

Silver: Please wait!!

General: What?

Silver: P-Please… Please let us come with you!

Episode 7-57

Silver: P-Please… Please let us come with you!

General: ….The hell did you say?

Grim: What the heck, Silver!? He was just about to let us go!

Silver: We can’t just go back to school empty handed… We’ll show these guys just how strong Night Raven College’s mages really are. I promise you we won’t get in your way. We’re not just experienced in magic, but in martial arts, too!

General: And here I thought I was speaking clearly enough for you lot to understand me. …Am I just not getting through to you numbskulls? Be gone, humans. Lest you wish to step foot into the gates of hell.

Grim: Yikes, I’m gettin’ goosebumps! This is just like when Tsunotarou was starin’ us down!

Silver: It doesn’t matter what you say, we aren’t leaving! Please, just let us come with you!

General/Silver: …………..

General: …….Fine.

Everyone: Huh!?

Baul: What is the meaning of this, Genera!? We know nothing about these people. We can’t just let a bunch of suspicious humans accompany us!

General (whispering to Baul): Will you just listen to me for one second? If we let them go now and they go causing trouble, it’s gonna be a pain in the ass for us down the road. But if we spook them a little, we’ll send ‘em running with their tails between their legs.

Baul: Argh… Yes, that’s… You have a point….

General: Listen up, brats. You can come with us – on one condition.

Silver: A condition?

General: Yes, you can come with us… If you’re able to harm at least a single hair on my head.

Strange-looking Soldiers: Giigiii! Shyaaaa!!

General: Now show me what you’ve got, humans.

Silver (whispering to himself): …This might be our chance to give him a shock and wake him up. But can we… Can we really beat him? No, fretting about it won’t do us any good now.

Silver: Let’s go!!

Episode 7-58

Grim: Haa… haaaa… This guy’s waaaay too fast! None of my hits are landing!

Yuu: But those two are keeping up with him!

Sebek: That swordsmanship, those maneuvers… And that magical stone weapon! Could it be, standing before us is…!

Silver: Did you notice it, too, Sebek? That’s right. This man is most likely…!

General: What’s the matter? You brats sure did talk big. Is this all you got!

Silver: Shit….! Sebek, I’m going to rush him!! Go circle around back!

Sebek: DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! Hiyaaah!

Grim: Aah, you guys almost had ‘im!

Sebek: We’re not done yet! O Fire!

General: Too slow! Your backs are wide open!

(Lilia strikes Sebek)

Sebek: Aauugh!

Silver: ….O Light!

General: What! When did he get into my blind spot…

Sebek: Now’s our chance! Uoooooh!

Silver: Haaaa!!

Sebek / Silver: Haaa, haaaa….!

(The General’s mask falls to the ground)

Everyone: !!!!!!!!!

General: You… You humans knocked off my mask…?

Yuu: T-That face…!

Silver: Father.

Lilia: *Father? I don’t remember having a son. Let alone a human one.

Silver: Ah… M-My apologies.

Sebek: Am I dreaming? Am I truly being graced by the presence of The General of the Right himself, by Sir Lilia from his time in service….!

Silver (Whispering): Get a hold of yourself, Sebek. I’ve said it before, but this is all just a dream.

Baul: GENERAL, ARE YOU INJURED ANYWHERE!!!? DAMN YOU, HUMANS!! Men, what are you dallying around for! Apprehend these insolent fools at once!

Strange-looking Soldiers: Gigiiii!!

Lilia: Stop making a racket. All they did was knock my mask off. I’m fine.

Baul: But…!

Lilia: Oi, humans. You’re no ordinary school kids. Where did you learn how to fight like that?

Silver: Ever since we were young, Sebek and I have been training under a fae - a certain follower of the night.

Lilia: A follower of the night, huh…. No wonder your movements seemed so familiar. Hmph. I guess you weren’t lying when you said you were confident in your abilities. Alright, then. Just as I promised, you can come with us.

Baul: Wha- General!?

Lilia: We fae don’t go back on our words. Isn’t that right, Baul? “The Night’s blessing upon ye”.

Baul: “The Night’s blessing upon ye”.

Episode 7-59

Lilia: Seeing as you’re all envoys from Night Raven College, you probably already know my name… But at any rate, my given name is Lilia, and my *courtesy name is Vanrouge. My country forced the most annoying title in the world on me, but… You’re not my subordinates, so you can call me whatever you want. Well, anything except for “Father”.

Silver: Understood…

Baul: Sir Lilia Vanrouge is the General of the Right of the Land of Briar’s Imperial Guard. He is a distinguished individual – entrusted with our country’s safeguarding! I’m sure humans in even the most distant lands have heard of the “Running Rampart of the Verdant Moors”! Scum like you normally wouldn’t ever be able to have an audience with him. BOW DOWN BEFORE HIM!

Sebek/Silver: Yes, sir…!

Yuu:(Feels like I’m watching a period drama.)

Lilia: And what are your names, humans?

Silver: …I’m Silver.

Grim: I’m Grim the Great. This here’s my henchman, Yuu.

Sebek: And my name is Sebek Zigvolt.

Baul: …What? DID YOU SAY “ZIGVOLT”!?

Lilia: That’s the same surname as Baul here. Actually, it feels like you two resemble each other quite a bit…

Baul: What!? Me?? Resemble a human!? That’s absurd!

(Baul removes his helmet)

Baul: See!? We don’t look a thing alike!

Sebek/Silver: !!!

Grim: Woah! He looks just like Sebek!

Sebek: Gra….Grand….Grandfa…..

Baul: What!? *I don’t have any grandchildren! CEASE WITH THIS NONSENSE, HUMAN! This boy lacks the signature Zigvolt family scales. It’s nothing more than a coincidence that we have the same last name, that’s all.

Sebek: I speak no nonsense! Fae blood runs through my veins - the blood of the Zigvolt clan! And my mother has scales, just as you do.

Baul: Then why don’t you have any!

Sebek: T-That’s… That’s because my father is… No, never mind. Please excuse me.

Lilia: Baul did emigrate here from Sunset Savannah, though. It’s nothing unusual to have some distant relatives here and there. Consider this fate, Baul. You’ll be looking after these kids.

Baul: Wha- …But why!? General!

Lilia: Come, we have to find the “Silver Owl’s” stronghold and kick them outta here before nightfall. We’re heading to the base of the Mystical Mountain! Hurry up and let’s go! Shyaaaaa!!

Imperial Guards: Garururu! Shyaaaa!

Silver: Sebek. That soldier named Baul, isn’t he your…

Sebek: Indeed. He looks much younger than the countenance I’m familiar with, but… There is no doubt in my mind. That man is… Nay, that gentleman is my grandfather: Baul Zigvolt! To think, the day would come when I’d be able to witness my grandfather in all his military glory - a dream this may be….!

Baul: Oi, what’re you dawdling around for, humans! We’re not going to be helping you one bit. So hurry up already or you’ll fall behind! Hmph!

Sebek/Silver: Yes, sir!!

Silver: *sigh* It’s great we were able to cross over into Father’s dream, but it doesn’t feel like we’ll be able to ask him about Lord Malleus anytime soon. At any rate, looks like Father’s dreaming about something that happened a really long time ago.

Sebek: At the farewell party, Sir Lilia mentioned that he’d received his invitation to Night Raven College approximately 500 years ago.

Silver: …If that’s the case, then Lord Malleus might not have been born yet, depending on whatever time period we landed in.

Sebek: Oh, my beloved Young Lord! I wonder how he’s faring now. Ah, what have I done!! How could I raise my blade against my master…! What would my grandfather say, were he to learn of this…. Surely, it would incite him into a rage. *sigh*

Silver: You can stress out about it later; we don’t have time for that right now. We need to stick close to Father and look for clues.

Grim: Man, this is crazy. Come on, henchman. Follow us - and make sure you keep up!

Episode 7-60

Silver: By the way… What’s with the “Iron Ones” and “Silver Owl” they keep talking about?

Imperial Guard A: Kuaaaa! Gyagyaaa! Fwarumu! Viiramu!

Silver: …? I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re trying to explain it for me, but I can’t understand fae language…

Sebek: He said, “The “Silver Owl” is a group of scoundrels that have been carrying out mining operations all over the Land of Briar. As the members of the “Silver Owl” all don armor made of iron, we have taken to calling them the “Iron Ones.”"

Imperial Guard B: Goeee! Garuru! Garuru!

Sebek: “They hail from a foreign land, and have been clearing out our forests, demolishing our mountains, and plundering our resources without permission.” Just who are these miscreants!?

Silver: My father told me about it before, how you used to be able to find a lot of magical stones and jewels in the Thunderclap Mountains that surround Briar Valley.

Imperial Guard B: Gaugau!! Gyaruru… Goee.

Sebek: “After they strip the mountains bare, the magical beasts that have lost their homes descend into the nearby villages and often cause trouble for the townspeople. Countless fae have been injured because of them.” WHAAAT!? WHAT INPUDENCE!!

Imperial Guard A: Kuaaa! Ho! Dedeii.

Sebek: “The Imperial Guard, under Sir Lilia’s command, have been fighting fiercely to drive out the “Silver Owl”, but as their numbers are so great, we’ve been really struggling.” Grrr… This is unforgivable! LET US ROUT THEM IMMEDIATELY!

Grim: Looks like you really got your hands full bein’ all sour and grumpy by yourself… Anyways, do you understand what the fae are sayin’?

Sebek: Not perfectly, but I do generally understand what they’re saying.

Silver: Sounds like they’re using a pretty old fae language.

Grim: Wait, that’s a language? I thought they were just, like, chirpin’ and makin’ growling noises and stuff!

Sebek: Languages and pronunciation methods vary considerably from one fae species to another, but by imbuing our voices with magic, we are able to communicate with each other. Presently, many in Briar Valley utilize a common language, and those who speak the fae languages are few and far between… But we take great pride in our language, with its long and glorious tradition. My mother and grandfather taught it to me long ago.

Silver: I tried learning it from my father, too, but… My ears just can't make out the words they’re saying.

Sebek: My father said the same thing. Compared with other animals, humans have a very limited hearing range. As I’m descended from fae, I am able to detect even the faintest of sounds, which you humans cannot. WHAT SAY YOU!! IS THAT NOT REMARKABLE!!!!!!!!

Grim: Why do you always gotta be so loud…

(Battle map conversation)

Baul: General! We’ve received word from one of the scouting patrols.

Lilia: Let me guess, there’s a couple of “Iron Ones” up ahead? This place reeks of iron and oil.

Baul: You can stay here, General. I’ll lead the charge.

Lilia: That’s fine, but… Oi, humans.

Silver: Yes, sir.

Lilia: I know this is out of the blue, but I’d like to have you all show us just what you Night Raven College mages can do.

Baul: What!?

Lilia: There’s some “Iron Ones” loitering about up ahead. You all will need to capture them on your own. Don’t let even a single one of them escape. Or else our plan to sneak attack their camp will be ruined.

Everyone: Yes, sir!

Iron One A: Uwaaah! Who are these guys!?

Iron One B: Eeep! They’re wizards! Someone, help uuuus!!

Grim: Ack, they’re gettin’ away!

Sebek: Halt, you miscreants! Truly you are cowards, to turn your backs on your enemy!!

Lilia: Tsch. I told you, don’t let any of them escape!

Iron One A: Waaah, it’s a fae! It’s one of those scoundrel fae!

Lilia: You’re the scoundrels. Shyaaa!

(Lilia strikes the soldiers and they collapse)

Lilia: …Hmph. Waste of space.

Silver: Fath-… No, I mean, General Vanrouge. My deepest apologies for failing to capture them on our own.

Lilia: Hah. You did good kicking them around, but your endgame was shabby.

Baul: General. There’s foodstuffs and fuel in their wagon.

Lilia: All things they stole from us. We’ll be taking them back now. And you “Iron Ones” that we’ve captured, you are hereby banished. Leave this place now and go back to the Canyon of Howling Winds!

Imperial Guards: Gyagyaaaa!!

(Battle map conversation)

Lilia: …!

Baul: What is it, General?

Lilia: Shh…

???: Man, screw Henrick. All he does is sleep in the fortress all day while we’re out here working our asses off. He’s so friggin’ arrogant. I’ve had it with him.

Baul: !! It’s the “Iron Ones”….

Lilia: They haven’t noticed us yet. We’ll use the night to our advantage and sneak up on them in the darkness. And then we’ll chase ‘em off.

Baul: Yes, sir.

(Battle map conversation)

Little Fae: Tingle ding ding🎶

Grim: Woah, a bunch of tiny little fae just popped out.

Lilia: So up ahead there’s…. I see.

Little Fae: Ding ding🎶

Lilia: You don’t need to worry, we’ll get them outta here. Now you all go hide.

Little Fae: Ring ring 🎶

(The Little Fae cast a spell and sparkles appear)

Silver: Our wounds are healing… What is this light?

Baul: It’s a pixie blessing. Normally, they’d run and hide as soon as a human approached… I’m sure they’re eager for us to drive off the “Iron Ones” for them.

Sebek: Then we shall endeavor to meet their expectations.

Lilia: Alright, let’s hurry.

(Land of Briar - Campsite)

Lilia: Look. It’s the “Silver Owl’s” camp. Smells like human… There’s probably about 30 of ‘em here. Doesn’t look like the “Knight of Dawn” is among any of the guards… This should be a piece of cake.

Grim: Piece of cake!? But we only got, like, 15 people on our side.

Sebek: You fool! The peerless and renowned Sir Lilia is here, is he not! ‘TIS ABSURD THAT WE SHOULD FAIL!

Silver: Shh… Sebek, be quiet. I want you guys to listen to me. I’m sure you all realized this already, but this isn’t like the practice fights or training we do at school. …If you get hurt, the shock isn’t going to wake you up. Even though we’re in a dream right now, there’s no telling what’ll happen if you get seriously wounded. Yuu and Grim, don’t leave my side no matter what happens. You, too, Sebek…

Sebek: You have no need to fret for me. You best not lose your nerve, Silver.

Silver: ….*sigh* Seriously, don’t overdo it.

Baul: Grrr… Those blasted “Iron Ones”. Making themselves right at home, as if they owned the place… This is inexcusable.

Lilia: Heh heh. It’s fine, isn’t it? Since they’ve got everything set up already, setting up camp tonight will be a breeze.

Yuu: Wait, what do you mean…?

Lilia: We’re going to kick their asses and take their camp. Let’s go! Kishaaaa!!!

Imperial Guards: Gigiiiiii! Kyakyakyakya!!

Lilia: And don’t burn down the tents, you idiots! Or you’ll be sleeping outside!

Imperial Guards: Garururu! Gaugau!

Iron One D: !? W-We’re under attack! We’re under attaaaack!!

Iron One E: Thieves! They’re going after the mined goods! All guards deploy!

Baul: Thieves!? We are the Imperial Guard of the Land of Briar, here to protect our country! And we do so with pride! We will not forgive you ruffians. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, LEAVE THIS FOREST AT ONCE!!

Episode 7-61

Lilia: Hahaha! You idiots are slow as snails. That iron armor of yours weighing you down? Shyaaaaa!

Iron One D: That small warrior yielding that massive magical stone weapon… Wait, is that the *Dragon’s Right Hand Man Vanrouge!??

Iron One E: Commander, at this rate our entire unit will be wiped out!

Iron One D: Shit! Without the “Knight of Dawn” there’s no hope going up against these guys! “Silver Owl” Troop 35 retreat! Retreeeaaat!!

Baul: Gahahahha! You spinless fools! Go run back to your fortress and tell your master this: As long the Imperial Guard of the Land of Briar still stands, we won’t let you go around doing whatever you want!!!

Imperial Guards: Gyagyagyaa! Garurururu!!

(The Silver Owl retreats)

Silver: Pfew…. Looks like we were able to drive them off. Yuu, Grim, are you alright?

(Yuu nods)

Grim: Man, Lilia whooped those guys before I could even cast one spell.

Sebek: Hmph! Naturally. With Sir Lilia and my grandfa- …Sir Baul by our sides, there’s no need for you two simpletons to do anything.

Grim: ‘Scuse me!! You’re one to talk! All you did was stand around and watch!!

Sebek: Ack… I-I was simply waiting for an opportune moment to strike! I wanted not to impede the Imperial Guards! I WAS NOT MERELY STANDING AROUND!

Imperial Guard A: Kekeeee! Gyagyaa!

Baul: What’s this! This wagon is filled to the brim with magical stones and Mysterium… Those blasted thieves. Just you wait, we’ll drive out the lot of you!!

Lilia: And lookie here! Those “Silver Owl” guys left behind a whole bunch of food for us. There’s grains and meat… Haha! And there’s even some fat little jade rats and steel lizards.

Jade Rats: Squeak squeak!!

Lilia: Perfect timing. We’ll roast ‘em up for dinner.

Everyone: !!!???

Grim: Ack! I don’t wanna eat a bunch of rats and lizards!

Lilia: As long as you cook it enough and it fills your stomach, any meat will do.

Silver: General Vanrouge, we can handle the cooking!

Sebek: W-We’re also undertaking culinary coursework at Night Raven College!!

Sebek/ Silver: PLEASE, LEAVE IT TO US!!!

Lilia: O-Okay. If you’re going to make that much of a fuss about it, then go ahead. You can handle meal prep today. Just keep in mind, we have a much more refined sense of taste than you lot. We’ll be able to tell right away if you added something weird to the food.

Silver: Wait, refined!??

Lilia: What is it now?

Silver: No, it’s… Never mind! We’ll try our best to make something you’ll all enjoy.

Lilia: And as for the rest of you morons, get to work repairing the magical stone weapons! There might be other “Silver Owl” members lurking about, so stay on your guard!

Imperial Guards: Gigiiii!

Part 2

Part 3

TL Notes

Lilia: But at any rate, my given name is Lilia, and my *courtesy name is Vanrouge.

Courtesy name: “A courtesy name (Chinese: 字; pinyin: zì; lit. 'character' | Japanese: 字; revised Hepburn: azana; lit. ‘character’), also known as a style name, is a name bestowed upon one at adulthood in addition to one's given name. This practice is a tradition in the East Asian cultural sphere, including China, Japan, Korea, and Vietnam.” (Source)

Baul: What!? *I don’t have any grandchildren!

Sebek was trying to say おじいさま (ojiisama; Grandfather) and he only got out the oji part before Baul interrupted him. おじ (oji) is one word for “uncle” in Japanese, and Baul actually responds “Uncle!? I don’t have any nephews!” But I couldn’t make that work in English, so I just changed it.

Lilia: *Father? I don’t remember having a son. Let alone a human one.

Similar situation as above. Silver calls Lilia 親父殿　(oyaji-dono) which is a combination of oyaji (father/pops/old man/geezer) and dono, a very polite form of address. Combined together you get “Father”. In the chapter, the characters switch around between using the father/old man meanings, even though the word stays the same. Again, it’s not a kind of wordplay that works in English, unfortunately, so I am just sticking with using “father” for any mention of oyaji-dono/oyaji.

Iron One D: That small warrior yielding that massive magical stone weapon… Wait, is that the *Dragon’s Right Hand Man Vanrouge!??

「竜の懐刀」 Could also be “Dragon’s Dagger Vanrouge”. I went with “right hand man” since he’s the general of the right and all.

Please note: We will not know what the proper translations of the new places and character names introduced in this chapter are until the official English localizations are revealed, so please take my translations of them with a heavy grain of salt.

#twst #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #baul zigvolt #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #the ruler of the abyss

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silverraindropliliacsky · 1 month

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I wrote a poem about DRV3 from Kokichi's perspective heavily coded in Saiouma sorry not sorry.

Trustworthy? A lovely girl, full of potential Has committed a feverous crime. Ironic how in her darkest hour, It’s the detective's time to shine. He does his job dutifully, With icy tears that frame his eyes She makes her exit beautifully, I did note, she didn’t cry. Now motivation is being handed out like candy to the masses They hide from it, A misguided trust that compliance was once taught in these classes. Predictably, we’ve been betrayed And the weakest was sacrificed. But if she could, she probably would’ve killed us all with just a kitchen knife. Luckily there’s no need to speak, No need to even think. Our detective has once again solved this Tragic mystery. It isn’t enough for you to feel unnerved You should all be afraid. Cause’ I’m not sure we’re even on earth, And it’s the calm ones who’re less than sane. In fact sane is the furthest thing From the next contestant up to swing Villainous wiles, all the while, He takes two lives mercilessly… Right in front of me. How? How can they all still spit and spew that awful word of trust? They don’t see how dangerous it is to let the calm one intermix with us? So. That girl? She’s a killer. No, I swear it’s true! What’s wrong? Is it really that hard to believe, That all this time, your “friend” has been lying to you? It’s true for me too, Though much less unexpected. Yes, people I’d trusted have plotted their own sorts of exits. I knew you wouldn’t listen to me, But that’s really no matter. Only one of you needs to see, And he’s a knack for making every lie shatter. Whatever. I’m not afraid of anything This, I swear it’s true So shoot at me all you’d like Actually, I’m bulletproof. And I will make it out alive This is also true. Even if only I survive… You heard that right, I’d kill all of you. Buuuuuuut, now I’m bored, so… I give up! This little game was fun… Now there’s no need for truths to be discovered so Please, just accept it’s done. How naive I had been to try To stop the evil deep within With stakes like these, is it really true that I… No, I need to win. So who did it… Me? Or Him. Perhaps it’d of been better for you To never truly know. Because a beautiful lie, at least to me Has always been preferable. O’ my greatest of muse, but of course you do You’ll always see right through, won't you? What happens after this, I’ll never know But honestly? Shuichi, I trust you.

#danganronpa #drv3 #drv3 kokichi #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #drv3 shuichi #saiouma #oumasai #poetry #poems on tumblr

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ventcode · 1 year

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psych ward journal

Day 1

I miss Paula I cry my tears for you I forgive you I always will I’ll do anything to talk to you my love I miss you, Dearie I love you.

Day 2

I miss Paula again It’s 6:30 AM, I miss Paula I love them so much I’ll find a way to speak to you again In this hell where they took me away from you

Paula, I’ll hold you close and never leave again.

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I need to ask dad to bring my Pokemon manga today, passing the time is so boring.

Day 3

I have a new roommate! Their name is Ariel. They are really nice and we get along well. :)

I still miss Paula, I’ll see them again one day.

Dad came again, hes coming every day.

Day 4

Paula, Paula, Paula, Paula, Paula.

I miss him so much, my motivation, my everything, I need to get out of here.

They took me away from Paula, thats unforgivable

We will reunite.

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Milo and Alper are trustworthy, I like them

My roommate scares me, I cant do this again

Deceive.

Day 5

get me out please. I have no reason to be here to you guys. I’ve been good, I’ve lied perfectly, but why can’t I leave? I’m perfect, so they trap me here longer? Let me out. Paula misses me, let me out of here, I’ll do anything just to leave tomorrow, I’m doing great in your eyes, I’m ready to leave so let me out. I’ll never do anything bad again, I promise.

I miss Paula

They took me away from Paula

We will reunite. I promise My love, just like I said to you

what they did is unforgivable, to take me away from my Darling like this, no access to you.

I love you, and thats why i’m getting out of here.

I PROMISE (promise is circled repeatedly)

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I wanna talk to Milo and Alper, I’m bored and I like them, I’m still terrified and wanna go home, I don’t wanna be kept here longer, If I am, I’d rather be roommates with one of them, but I cant ask for that, but I hate it in here, and I’m uncomfortable with my roommate again because of what happened, so, maybe.

I’ll ask right now.

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New roommate, Sherlyn, shes nice to me, everyone else knows what Ariel did now, but they don’t suspect I told on them, let’s hope they don’t find out.

I took an autism test also, I’ll tell dad about it when he gets here tonight, maybe I’ll tell him the roommate situation as well.

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DONT EXPRESS SADNESS BECAUSE HES NOT COMING TONIGHT. HE SEES YOU EVERYDAY. YOULL BE FINE.

STOP CRYING!!!

Day 6

Somethings bothering me, I don’t know, I started reading a book today, that’s how bored and bothered I am. I like it though, the book.

My thoughts are finally getting to me again, what if everyone hates me or just pities me and pretends to be my friend? they wont care once I leave. I shouldnt care so much, I expected to be alone here anyway, I’m supposed to get out of here and talk to Paula again, to reunite!! I wasn’t supposed to trust people here, and now I do, and that scares me, what if im just pitied, annoying, too talkative yet so quiet, I cant do anything right. I see scars on myself I was too afraid to inflict apon myself, a person barely holding onto himself, but just lie.

Lie until you’re free from these invisible chains.

Milo - Trust Alper - Trust Sherlyn - Trust Ariel - stay away from Jada - acquaintance, nice Evelyn - friend Nico - acquaintance, afraid of Ava - friend

Maybe I should just talk less, just shut up, I was so good at it, why can’t I now?

Day 7

Something is wrong. I don’t know what, but the urge to hurt and isolate myself is becoming more and more, like I always cause a problem and I’m wasting space, everyone would enjoy themselves if I wasnt there. with my annoying voice and presence

Scars im too afraid to put

A person barely holding onto himself

A scared girl who needs to see Paula.

I miss you.

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Nighttime, I’m bored. Mom came today, so did dad, and grandma a small visit.

Hopefully I’m out Tuesday or Wednesday, or even Monday if I’m lucky. Lonely Sunday.

I’mm miss my friends here, but that’s okay.

Tomorrow will be better :).

I even fixed Paulas bracelet, I made it for them and one day he’ll recieve it

I love you Paula.

Day 8

they love me so much they simply wont let me leave huh. I want to talk to Paula again SO BADLY and cant. I need to leave. I’m “NOT STABLE ENOUGH TO GO HOME” shut up. Let me see Paula again. All I want is Paula. I can’t take another week here.

I want my favorite person

My Paula

I love you, I’m leaving cause of you.

Day 12

I don’t want to leave Milo, Alper already left and now Milo? I leave Monday, day 15.

It will only be a month right?

I’ll spend this weekend with him in full.

Everyone I end up close to gets taken at some point, but why now?

Day 13

Circle, scared. I dont know anymore, I want to leave so why am I afraid to leave? I have no idea. I feel as if something will be left behind when I leave, I don’t exactly know whats bothering me. Everyone seems to be managing but everything around me feels isolated. It sucks. I’m waiting for something to happen. this reality sucks.

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Uncomfortable, a word I wouldn’t quite use, empty emotion, nothing too genuine, just smile and be nice until its too much and you start to cry, wait it out until you can fake it again, everything extreme or nothing at all. I need to leave this place, I cant wait for Monday, but I feel as if I will be leaving something behind, something important, but I don’t know what, and that confuses and scares me. I am unsure, I know I can be annoying, loud, clingy, but something in me doesn’t understand how this all happened. Atleast here, I didn’t expect to make friends or to trust.

to trust you grow attachment

attachment leads to discomfort

discomfort leads to something im not sure I like.

How do I stop the inevitable

I’m scared already because of trust and attachment

I hate myself.

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I am too much, I understood that in the first place but the more I feel annoying the more it eats at me, the way I dont understand if someone’s joking or being serious, I don’t understand a thing when I should

It all bothers me when I should just be quiet.

Day 14

Bored, uncomfortable, left out and I feel quite weird, I cant wait for my freedom tomorrow.

Day 15

and now I go home.

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midnightbabylon · 3 years

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Roommate’s Best Friend

summary: You’re Anthony’s roommate. Ever since his long-lasting divorce, he didn’t want to live alone. After a short application round, you were allowed to move in. In addition to relieving his rent, he also has a nanny for his children in case he has to go back to the movie set. But what happens when Anthony’s best friend Sebastian comes to support on the most magnificent holiday of the year? BBQ, fireworks and common tidying up in the evening under the stars. Let’s see what the evening brings…

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none just fluff

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1 Year Ago

Roommate Wanted

Looking for respectful, social, kind roommate who is responsible about rent and bills (we split everything 50/50). If you are interested, please contact me on (xxx) xxx xxxx.

Admittedly, the ad in the paper didn’t look really trustworthy, but it was my last chance to get a flat or a room. Ever since I broke up with my ex, I’ve been sleeping at my friend Dana’s. I didn’t want to take advantage of her generosity any longer. I breathed out loud and dialed the number. “Why was the cell phone wearing glasses?” Surprised I looked at the display. It was the right number. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stuttered. “He lost his contacts!” A warm laughter was heard at the other end. Uncertain I also began to laugh quietly. “Don’t destroy newcomers right away: “A female voice picked up the phone. “Hi, I’m Shyla, the assistant. Don’t worry, he’s a little weird. You get used to it when you know Anthony.” “Okay, um, I’d like to apply for the advertisement. I urgently need a place to stay.” " Great, when do you have time for a face-to-face conversation? Anthony would like to get to know his applicants before making a decision.” " Actually, always”. Nervously, I played with the paper on the table. I looked at the place bordered with highlighter. " Oh wow, that’s fantastic.” She gave me the address of the Starbuck in LA, and half an hour later I was playing with the green straw in my Frappuccino. I looked at the traffic of the city and a figure crewed into my field of vision.

"Hey, are Y/N?” “Yes, are you Anthony? “He nodded with a broad grin and held out his big hand to me. “It’s nice to meet you. It’s cool that it worked out so fast for you.” " Well, I don’t really have a choice, I’ve been through a tough relationship and I’m living with a friend. “I played down my disappointment and shrugged my shoulders. “I guess we have a lot in common. I’ve been through a long-running divorce. Now I have a big house and shared custody of my four children. Speaking of which, I’m an actor and I often have to go on set spontaneously. It would be one of my conditions that you sometimes play nanny for my kids.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. It really wouldn’t be a problem. I love children. I have two little nieces of my own.” The next hour I had a wonderful conversation with Anthony. He was a really great person. We talked so much. The subjects were so easy to get over our lips. He was funny too, but also very loud. “Before you agree. “I stopped Anthony and looked at him. “I bake when I’m stressed. I bake a lot, really a lot” I emphasized the last words emphatically. “I love sweets of all kinds. No problem for me. Before you know it, I’ll eat all your delicious baked goods. If you bake my sons enough cookies, they’ll love you faster before you can say “Marvel.”

Present

Anthony had agreed to me the same day. Less than 2 days later, I had moved into his modern house. I had my own bedroom, bathroom and dressing room. These 3 rooms have a total of more square meters than I have ever owned in my life. I was very grateful to Anthony for everything. The rent thing was a big fat lie, by the way. I could never pay half the rent on my job. That’s why Anthony gave me free hand on groceries. I bought everything a household needed, cleaning products, food and all the other necessities. When I was shopping with the boys, they always talked me into buying them a toy. I didn’t care, because I was slowly becoming their favorite person. Meanwhile it was July and the biggest holiday of the year was due. The 4th of July. Anthony had invited some of his best friends and family to throw a big party. My best friend decorated the garden while I did the final decorations on the cupcakes and cakes. We had decided on a barbecue. There were all sorts of food. Corn, potato salad, noodle salad, all kinds of vegetables. The big finale was the burgers for everyone. Anthony had been on the grill for an hour, and I was filling up the drinks. The garden was full, and the hustle and bustle were roaring in my ears. Hello, my dearest grill master. Are all your guests here now? “He grunted at me and rattled with his grill pliers. “Evans and Stan are still missing. They’re in a traffic jam. They texted me earlier. They should be here any minute.” I smiled at him. “Okay. I’ll clean up a bit and get some new napkins, they’re running out.” Once in the kitchen, I climbed onto the countertop. “Stupid idea to put the napkins at the top. “God, I was already talking to myself. When I finally got hold of the package, I slipped. When I arrived in the kitchen, I climbed onto the countertop. “Stupid idea to put the napkins at the top. “I was already talking to myself. When I finally got hold of the package, I slipped. A scream came out of my throat. After that, I felt two warm hands on my waist. “Careful.” The deep voice gave me goose bumps. Shortly afterwards, I stared into ocean blue eyes. “Thank you”. I stuttered. “You have to help young women in need. “He smiled at me. I felt redness crawling up my cheeks. Oh, my God, that man was attractive. For the rest of the day, the atmosphere was light and pleasant. Anthony put his kids to bed and I cleaned up the rest of the trash. It was just Evans and Stan left in the garden. The two of them helped putting the chairs and tables together. "Man, these cupcakes are just awesome." Smiling, I looked over at Chris, who was licking the buttercream off the cupcake. "Really, I haven't even tried one yet." "I've already eaten like 5 of those things. I've never had better cupcakes in my life." Evans laughed. Sebastian reached for one of the blue cupcakes and bit into it with relish. He groaned and looked at Evans. "You're right. These are absolutely delicious." At first, I didn't want to say anything, but I was already feeling good about all the compliments. "Thank you very much, I'm honored that you like them so much." The two gentlemen winced from the sudden utterance. "Oh I'm sorry." I laughed lightly and stuffed the remaining paper plates into the large trash bag. "Evans!" Anthony's voice sounded from the living room. He peered through the open patio door. "My twins want to be put to bed by Captain America. Would you?" "But of course!" he grinned at me and Sebastian. "Sorry, I have to go." We looked after him and the two of them went upstairs. "You made these cupcakes?" Sebastian's blue eyes flashed in the glow of the fairy lights. "Yeah, baking is kind of my passion. Have you ever seen Anthony in the kitchen? I won't let him get within 10 feet of the stove." Sebastian grinned at me. "These are the best cupcakes I've ever had in my life." I rolled my eyes. "Oh, give me a break." I playfully slapped him on the upper arm. "Can I help you clean up?" "Sure, I'd love to. It would be my pleasure." God I already sounded like a lovesick teenager. Sebastian and I hadn't even spoken 5 words to each other,

but his attractiveness was doing something to me. While we were preparing the garden in pleasant silence, the air became electrically charged. The tension between us was growing. Every now and then our hands or shoulders touched by chance. "Ready!" Sebastian rubbed his hands on his jeans. "Thanks again for your help. It made everything go so much faster." He smiled warmly and stood in front of me. "You're welcome. You're Anthony's roommate, aren't you?" Nodding, I looked up at him. "That's right." "It's crazy that we're just seeing each other now. He's always talking about you." I raised my eyebrows. "I hope he didn't say anything weird." "No, don't worry. He just never mentioned you were so pretty." He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Oh wow." I didn't know what to say. "You don't look so bad yourself." "It was really nice to meet you. I hope to see you more often now." He held out his hand to me and I took it happily. The next moment he pulled me to him and I felt his hard, warm chest against mine. "I'm not sorry." Confused, I looked at him. He licked his pink lips and his face came closer and closer to mine. Now I realized and closed my eyes, fluttering. His lips were soft and his hand settled on my neck. A gasp came from my lips as his tongue gently pushed into my mouth. He growled and broke away from me jumpily as Chris' voice came from the driveway. "Stan, will you come on. Otherwise, I'm leaving without you." "One minute." He called back and I grabbed my fingers to my now swollen lips. Wow. "See you next time Y/N." I couldn't even answer anymore, I was so overwhelmed. "Did you just make out with Sebastian?" Anthony looked at me in disbelief. "Ah!" I grabbed at my heart and turned to face him. "He started it!" was all I said in my defense. I couldn't get the grin off my face from that day on.

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The Proposal ~ T.H

chapter five: the truth

Synopsis: fake marriage, real trouble

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Before Harry could walk away from you, you grabbed his arm and pulled him into your room. You threw him down on the bed and blocked his path to the door.

“We need to talk.”

“Hm.” Harry looked at you innocently. “What about?”

“You know my secret.” You said, unamused.

“I do.” Harry smirked. “And I have to commend you, honestly. Marrying someone just to stay in the country? You must really love your job. I’ve been fired from 7 different fast food restaurants for not showing up to a one hour shift. You’re pretty dedicated.”

“How do you know about that?” You gasped. “Did Tom tell you?”

“Nope. I figured it out.” Harry said proudly as he tapped the side of his head.

“How?” You raised your eyebrow.

“One thing I know about my brother is that he can’t keep a secret.” Harry shrugged. “The second you so much as called him something other than “assistant”, I would’ve heard about it.”

“Your point?” You folded your arms.

“My point is there is no way he started dating you and didn’t tell us.” Harry stated. “And it’s not like you guys are very good at hiding that you’re not a couple. Mum and dad don’t realize because they’re too swept up in the excitement of it all, but I see everything. Every time you swat his hand away or remind yourself to look interested, I saw. I knew something was up from the first day.”

“Well how did you know about the reason for our marriage?”

“Oh, I knew that because my room is right next to yours.” Harry said simply. “And you guys yell a lot. Literally, it’s like all you talk about.”

You rolled your eyes at Harry, but he wasn’t done making fun of you.

“Wah, I feel bad. Wah, don’t feel bad. Wah, I hate lying. Wah Wah Wah.” He mimicked your voices. “Like, we get it. You’ve fallen in love with our family and can’t bear to lie to us. Boring.” He faked a yawn. “Don’t you guys ever talk about sports or the local news? A missing dog from down the block was found today, but you wouldn’t know that, would you?”

You rolled your eyes at his jokes before grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling him close to your face.

“Listen, curly.” You growled. “Tom and I have a lot riding on this so I need to know that you’re gonna keep your mouth shut. Are you gonna tell your parents?”

“No.” He said as he stared at you in fear. “That would make them liable if this all goes to shit.”

“What about you?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “You could get in trouble for knowing and not stopping us.”

“Then do me a favor and don’t get caught.” He said. You looked Harry up and down before releasing his shirt, deciding that he was trustworthy.

“We’ll try.” You mumbled as you smoothed your clothes.

“He likes you, you know.” Harry told you. “That part isn’t fake.”

“I like him too.” You said quietly as you avoided his eyes.

“You better.” Harry stated. “Don’t let my brother go to jail, okay? He’s too pretty for jail.”

“He’s a little pretty.” You smiled shyly.

“Yeah, well, he’s spent the past two years calling home to tell us how much he admires you.” Harry rolled his eyes. “He’s your biggest fan, Y/n. Don’t let him down.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you need to be the person he thinks you are and let him out of this deal.” Harry’s tone got serious. “There’s still time to end this whole thing. I’m sure you can find another bloke who’d do anything for you and use him for citizenship. Just leave my brother out of it.”

“He agreed to this.” You said quietly. “I didn’t make him do anything.”

“He agreed because he’s in love with you, Y/n.” Harry sighed. “He’d do anything for you without zero hesitation. “You know that and you’re taking advantage of it.”

“I’m not trying to take advantage of him.” You defended. “But I needed a husband and he wanted a promotion. It’s a win win.”

“The promotion doesn’t mean anything if he got it for doing you a favor. And when that sinks in for him, he’s going to hate himself. And he’ll hate you too.” Harry insisted. “He’s been working his ass off for that promotion and you’re only giving it to him so you don’t get deported.”

“That’s not true.” You protested. “He was always going to get the job.”

“Okay. Then forget that part.” Harry shrugged. “Let’s talk about how you’re playing with his feelings.”

“What?” You scoffed. “I’m not playing with his feelings.”

“Aren’t you?” Harry titled his head. “You knew he liked you. And now you’re parading around like you’re his wife and I guarantee he thinks you’ll still like him once all of this is done. You’re letting him think he has a chance with you so he doesn’t back out of the deal.”

“He...he does have a chance.” You said quietly. It was the first time you said it out loud, but it was true. If Tom wanted to make the fake relationship real once your marriage was official, you wouldn’t exactly be opposed. All the small moments; him giving you his shoes, giving you his bed, kissing him when no one was around, and all his selfless acts of kindness were adding up. He wasn’t who you thought he was, and the person he turned out to be was someone you were seriously falling for.

“He better.” Harry stated. “Because if he ends up in jail or with his heartbroken, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Your heart sank as Harry’s words made all your guilt come flooding back. Every time you had qualms about lying to Toms family, Tom assuaged you by telling you they’d never find out. Now that Harry knew about the deal, there was nothing keeping you from feeling guilty.

“Look, I really like you, Y/n.” Harry said when he noticed your sad expression. “And I want you to be part of the family. But only if it’s for the right reasons. If you’re just using us for citizenship, then I want nothing to do with you. And once everyone finds out the truth, they won’t want you either.”

You felt tears come to your eyes as you realized he was right. You had grown to love Toms family, and going through with this marriage meant you’d be selfishly using them for your own benefit. A tear rolled down your cheek as you were faced with a tough decision. If you stayed, you could marry Tom and keep your job. If you left, you wouldn’t have to lie to a group of people who treated you with nothing but kindness. You opened your mouth to speak, but found yourself with nothing to say.

“Harry, Y/n.” Dom’s voice rang from the kitchen. “Breakfast is getting cold.”

“Think about it.” Harry squeezed your shoulder before leaving the room. You waited a few seconds before following him into the kitchen. Tom immediately noticed your ghastly expression when you sat down at the kitchen table. He had been nervous to see you after the makeout session in his bed, but now he was just concerned.

“Are you all right, love?” Tom asked as he squeezed your hand. You blinked a few times and looked at him, feeling all your guilt come back. You picked up Toms hand and pressed a long kiss to the back of it, making him look at you curiously.

“I’m fine.” You forced a smile. “We’ll talk later.”

You went straight to your room when you finished breakfast after telling Tom that you needed a minute alone. A few tears had slipped down your cheeks once you were alone, knowing the fantasy of staying in the country with your new family was over. You jumped a little when you heard something outside your door, followed by the sound of footsteps departing. You opened your door to find a bowl of cut up strawberries on the ground, with Nikki’s perfume still lingering in the air.

“Nikki?” You called out, and she came back.

“Hi, sweetheart.” She smiled warmly at you. “I wasn’t sure if you were in there. Do you like strawberries?

“I love them, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” You said as you picked up the bowl.

“I just noticed you looked a little upset at breakfast.” She explained. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You looked down at the bowl of strawberries and sucked in a sharp breath, feeling overwhelmed at the simple act of kindness.

“I’m okay.” You said weakly. “Thank you for the berries.”

“Of course.” She cupped your face and wiped a tear with her thumb. “Follow me. There’s something I want to show you.”

You silently followed her into her bedroom and ate some of the strawberries as she disappeared into the closet. After a few minutes, she came out of the closet with a long white gown in her hands. It’s was simple, made of silk with braided straps. Your eyes lit up at the sight of it and you quickly set the bowl down.

“Oh, Nikki.” You gasped. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s yours.” She smiled eagerly. “Go on. Try it on.”

“I can’t.” You said quietly. After the conversation you had with Harry, you felt wrong trying on her wedding dress.

“Please?” She asked hopefully. “It would be an honor to have you wear it when you marry Tom.”

“All right.” You reluctantly agreed. “I’ll try it on.”

Nikki beamed in excitement before handing you the dress. She clapped her hands happily as you disappeared into her closet. You shut the door and slipped the dress on, the way it fit you perfectly making you feel even worse. After zipping it the best you could and smoothing it out, you left the closet.

“Oh, you look so beautiful.” Nikki put her hands over her mouth. “It’s perfect on you. You look enchanting.”

“Thank you.” You said as you looked down at the dress. “It’s beautiful. Thank you for letting me wear it.”

“Wait here.” She clapped her hands again and went under her bed. She pulled a box out and set it on the bed before opening it up. Inside was a delicate white crown and long, tulle veil. Nikki placed the crown on your head and adjusted the veil so it perfectly framed your face. She backed up to admire her work and clasped her hands under her chin.

“There.” She grinned. “Now it’s perfect.”

She walked back to you and turned you around, letting your view yourself in the mirror. Her hands continued to play with the veil as you stared at yourself. You’d never seen yourself in a wedding dress before, you never even imagined wearing one. The combination of the proud look on Nikki’s face and the sight of yourself in the beautiful dress made your face scrunch up in pain.

“Oh, honey.” She cooed as you began to cry. “It’s okay to be emotional. I cried the first time I saw myself in it.”

You turned around and let her mother you, allowing her to wipe your tears with her hands. She was so excited for the wedding, and all you could think about was how much it would crush her if she found out the truth.

“Thank you. For everything.” You told her. “I know it’s only been a few days, but you’ve really made me feel like part of the family. I really appreciate everything you’ve done.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” She smiled. “Anything for my daughter.”

You sucked in a sharp breath when you heard this, making a fresh tear fall from your eye.

“No ones called me that in a long time.” You smiled sadly.

“Sweetheart?” She asked.

“Daughter.” You answered.

Nikki looked at you fondly before pulling you into a hug, comfortingly rubbing your back. You squeezed your eyes shut and hugged her back, assuming that that would be that last time.

“I always wanted a girl.” She said as she stroked your hair. “Heaven sent you to me.”

You looked up at the ceiling as tears fell from your eyes, feeling sick to your stomach with the guilt. When you pulled away, you sheepishly wiped your tears and gave her a smile.

“Um, I better change before Tom sees me.” You said. “I don’t want any bad luck.”

“Smart girl.” Nikki patted your back and sent you back to the closet. You changed out of the dress and gave it back to her, excusing yourself as quickly as you could.

You rushed back into your room and got your suitcase out from under the bed. You began to hastily throw your clothes inside, tears making your vision blurry. You didn’t hear Tom come into the room, not noticing him as he watched you pack.

“Y/n?” He spoke up. “Is everything okay?”

“I can’t do this.” You said without looking at him. Your tears and breathing were becoming hysterical and Tom realized you were having a panic attack.

“Hey. It’s okay.” He put his hands on your shoulder to stop you from packing. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” You laughed sadly. “I’m gonna ruin your family like I ruined mine. And I’ll ruin you too.”

“Woah woah woah.” He pulled you into a hug. “It’s okay, darling. Nothing is getting ruined.”

“Yes it is.” You cried into his chest. “I roped you into this mess and now you’re stuck committing fraud and getting married to someone you don’t love.”

“I’m not getting married to someone I don’t...” Tom trailed off when he realized he might be saying too much. You were too busy trying to catch your breath to hear him as you began to pace the room.

“You’re just getting nerves about the wedding. I’m sure all brides worry about committing fraud two days before their wedding.” Tom tried to lighten the mood with a joke. “Don’t worry about me, okay? We’ll figure this out together.”

“Stop doing that.” You snapped as you continued to pace.

“Doing what?”

“Being nice to me!” You cried. “I have never been nice to you.”

“It’s okay. It’s-“

“It’s not okay.” You cut him off. “I never would’ve done this for you. I wouldn’t even call you by your name.”

“Why are you freaking out? What happened?” Tom pulled you back towards him and rubbed your shoulders.

“Your mom cut up fruit for me.” You said through tears.

“That’s what’s making you freak out?” He asked. “Because she cut up fruit for you?”

“Tom, she left it outside my door.” You stressed.

“So? That’s what moms do.”

“I know that’s what they do. But she did it for me.” You cried. “And your dad let’s me use his lucky golf ball and I have inside jokes with your brothers and your grandma texts me memes she sees on Facebook.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t see what the problem is.” Tom said calmly. “Why are these things bad?”

“They’re not.” You sobbed. “They’re good things.”

“So why are you upset?”

“I forgot, okay?” You shrugged sadly. “I forgot.”

“Forgot what?” He tried to understand.

“What it feels like to have a family.” You whimpered. Tom looked at you in confusion as he stopped rubbing your arms.

“What?” He asked quietly.

“I forgot how it felt to have someone teach you what they know and love you and miss you and hope to see you at the holidays.” You dry heaved. “I haven’t felt that in years and it’s all coming back and I can’t handle it.”

“Hey, shhh. It’s okay.” He pulled you into his arms again and held you tightly. “How could you forget those things? What about your mom?”

“My mom is dead.” You whispered against his chest. Tom stiffened at your confession but never loosened his grip on you. He continued to rub your back and let you speak when you were ready.

“We got in this fight one night because I was being a bitch like I always am and I ran out of the house.” You gulped as you tried to catch your breath. “She drove around looking for me but it was raining really heavily and she couldn’t see where she was going and this truck-“

“It’s okay.” He cut you off. “You don’t have to tell me. It’s okay.”

“I ruined her.” You whispered. “I ruined our family.”

“Shhh. I got you. You’re okay.” He mumbled as he stroked your hair. You sniffled a few times before pulling out of Toms arms. You looked at him sheepishly as you wiped your tears and snot.

“I’m sorry.” You said weakly. “I didn’t mean to dump all of that on you.”

“You didn’t dump anything on me.” He assured you. “I told you it’s okay to open up to me, remember? You can tell me things like this. I’m going to be your husband, after all.”

“Thank you.” You smiled weakly. Tom smiled back and reached out for you again. You let him pull you into a long hug, allowing his warmth to comfort you.

“I’m so sorry about your mom.” He said before kissing the top of your head. “I had no idea about any of this.”

“And I had no idea that you had your mothers eyes or your fathers handshake.” You pulled away suddenly. “Or that all of your brothers have the exact same smile. You were never a person to me before all of this. But now I see you have this whole life outside our office and I’m no longer okay with messing it up.”

You fully pulled away from him and went back to your suitcase, throwing the rest of your things inside.

“Why are you packing?” He worried. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going back to Canada.” You said without looking at him. “I can’t use you like this. I can’t ruin your life.”

“You’re not ruining my life.” He came up behind you and tried to stop you. “My family loves you. They haven’t been this happy in years. And we have a deal, remember? You’re not using me if this benefits me too.”

“The deal is off.” You shook your head and zipped up your suitcase. “I can’t risk you going to prison for me.”

“Why not?” Tom began to panic as you went for the door. “You had no problem with it last week.”

“That was before I started falling in love with you, Tom.” You raised your voice suddenly.

You and Tom both fell silent at your unexpected confession. Your eyes immediately dropped to the floor as his mouth hung open in shock.

“You-“

“Shut up.” You instantly cut him off. “I don’t want to hear another word from you”.

“You love-“

“Stop speaking.” You spoke loudly over him. “That’s an order from your boss.”

You tried to leave the room with your suitcase but he grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Y/n, wait a minute.” He said sternly. “We need to talk about this.”

“No we don’t.” You stated. “You’re dismissed now, assistant.”

“Y/n.” Tom tightened his grip on your arm without hurting you.

“Just leave me alone Tom.” You whispered. “You don’t want this. You don’t want me.”

“I love you too.” He said suddenly, making you drop your tough act. Your face softened as you stopped fighting him to leave.

“I love you too.” He repeated. “I fell too.”

Your gaze fell down to his lips, the urge to leave behind replaced by the urge to kiss him until you couldn’t breathe. You swallowed thickly before shaking your head at him.

“No.” You decided. “You don’t.”

“Yes I do.” He insisted. “I love you, Y/n. And I want to help you.”

“You’re only helping me so I make you editor.” You laughed sadly. “You don’t love me. This has nothing to do with me.”

“I do love you.” He promised. “I’m doing this so you stay in the country. We can’t be together if you’re all the way over in Canada.”

“So then we won’t be together.” You shrugged and tried to leave again.

“But I want to be with you.” He said sadly as he stepped in front of you. You looked into Tom’s eyes for a minute, hating the sadness that you put there. All he wanted to do was love you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let him.

“You deserve a nice girl, Tom.” You said after a beat. “I’m not that. I’m not good enough for you.”

“I don’t want nice.” He said quietly. “I want you.”

“I want you too.” You told him. “But not if its like this.”

“But-“

“I’m sorry.” You said sincerely. “But I have to leave.”

You moved past Tom before he could get another word out. You walked into the kitchen with your suitcase, stopping in fear when Toms entire family stared at you in confusion.

“Where are you going, sweetie?” Nikki asked when she noticed the suitcase. “Is everything all right?”

You looked back and forth between all of them, feeling a panic rise again in your stomach. You didn’t expect them all to be there when you left, and that made it so much worse.

“I’m s-so sorry.” You stammered. “I have to go home right away.”

“Oh no.” Dom frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Family emergency.” You lied, wincing a little at the irony. “I’m so sorry. Thank you, all of you, for everything. These past few days have meant a lot to me.”

You looked around at everyone’s confused faces and dropped your bags suddenly, running right into Sam’s arms and hugging him tightly. You whispered a short thank you into his ear before moving onto Paddy. Then you went to Nikki, letting the hug linger as long as you could.

“Goodbye, Nikki.” You whispered tearfully. “Thank you for everything.”

“Oh, you’re welcome.” She said sadly as she rubbed your back. “Goodbye, honey.”

You pulled away from her and gave her a sad smile before hugging Harry.

“You’re doing the right thing.” Harry mumbled in your ear. You tightened your grip on him as a tear slipped down your cheek, knowing he was right. You pulled away and hugged Dom last, just as a tearful Tom came into the kitchen.

“We’ll see you once you get back, right?” Dom asked when you pulled away.

“I....I’m not sure.” You said weakly. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

You turned to pick your suit case back up, making eye contact with Tom as you did. You ran to him and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him as tightly as you could.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled in his ear. “I wish things we’re different.”

You pulled away from him and picked up your suitcase, leaving without another word.

You caught a cab back to your apartment and collapsed on your bed as soon as you got home. You knew Harry was right about you doing the right thing, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. If you had it your way, you’d stay with Tom and his family and live in peace. The IRCC wouldn’t bother you and you could continue working your job with Tom as your editor. But of course, it wasn’t that simple. You’d have to get your citizenship the normal way and hope your job was still waiting for you when you got back to the UK. And hopefully, Tom would be there too.

When you woke up the next morning, you got ready to go back to your office. Slipping into your high heels after nearly a week of wearing Toms old tennis shoes made you feel the slightest bit back to normal. Your heels clicked underneath you as you strutted into your office, feeling relieved as the employees shuttered in your presence.

Before stopping by your office to pack, you stopped by the head of the company’s office for a quick conversation. You had a few things you wanted to say to Mr. Reynolds before leaving the company. After speaking with him, you went to your office to pack your things. You held your held up high every time you carried a box of your items to your car. You were about to carry the last box out of the office when you heard a knock at your door.

“I thought I’d find you here.” Toms voice sent goosebumps down your spine. You looked at him and gave him a tight smile, hoping to avoid any awkwardness.

“I was just leaving.” You said as he took another step into the office.

“Can we talk?” He asked as he stepped in front of you. “There was a lot I didn’t get to say yesterday.”

“Can it wait?” You asked. “I have a flight to catch.”

“A flight?” Tom sighed in disappointment.

“Could you just-“ you voice cracked a little as you forced out a smile. “Could you smile, please? I don’t want my last memory of this place to be of you frowning. I made you frown enough over the past two years.”

“You don’t have to do this.” Tom said sternly.

“I do.” You said, face sinking when the irony of the words hit you. It was technically your wedding eve, and you were spending it saying goodbye to each other. Tom felt the irony too and his eyes welled with tears. You gulped and turned away, not wanting to see him upset. You saw a stack of papers on your desk and were reminded of what you had done before packing your office.

“I almost forgot.” You picked up the papers and handed it to him. “Here.”

“What is this?” Tom asked without looking at the cover.

“It’s a wedding gift. I published your book.” You smiled weakly as Tom looked at you in disbelief.

“You what?” He gasped as he flipped through the pages. Sure enough, it was the book he had submitted to you.

“20,000 copies are being sent out to the public next month.” You continued. “It was one of my last actions as editor in chief.”

“One of your last?”

“After I published it, I stepped down from my position and nominated someone to take my place.”

“Who?” He asked.

“You. Congratulations, Mr. editor at a big shot publishing company.” You tried to smile. “Editor in chief, actually. This all belongs to you now.”

“Y/n.” Tom whispered as he stared at you with tearful eyes.

“You deserved this promotion without having to marry me for it.” You assured him. “It was always yours. I’m sorry it took me so long to give it to you.”

“I don’t want to work here if you’re not here.” He said as a tear slipped from his eye. He was very aware that this could be your last conversation for a while, and it was killing him.

“You’ll make a great boss.” You continued. “The employees deserve someone like you for a boss. Someone...nice.”

“Please, stay here.” He pleaded. “I don’t want you to leave. You just started letting me in. Don’t run away from me now.”

You looked at Tom for a minute before putting your hands on either side of his face and pulling him into a kiss. He kissed you back passionately, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time he felt your lips on his. You pulled away and pressed your forehead against his, sucking in a sharp breath as you inhaled his scent.

“I have to go, Tom.” You whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you doing this?” He asked as you went for the door.

“We had a few good days, Tom.” You shrugged. “That’s all. That’s not love. Not really. That’s just a few good days.”

“We could have more if you stay.” He pleaded.

“I don’t think love is something that should be messed with.” You said sadly. “Not like this, anyway.”

Tom didn’t say anything, instead letting his eyes stay on his manuscript. He knew he couldn’t look at you without breaking down, so he kept his eyes down.

“Goodbye, Tom.” You said softly. “I couldn’t have had a better assistant.”

“I would’ve been a good husband too.” He mumbled.

“Yeah.” You laughed sadly. “I bet you would’ve.”

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kooktrash · 3 years

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Mafia!jimin where he caught yn trying to leave him in the morning bcs of his rival threatened her to kill her family if she didn't.

13. "Please dont leave me." And 17. "Are you upset with me?" Please :3

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Love Surrender

summary: your relationship with Jimin had always felt like it was on bothered time, but you were too scared to tell him.

warning(s):

- You had always questioned what drove you to be with Jimin. He lied to you, did awful things to others, and wasn’t trustworthy. You always wondered if it was fear that you stayed with him, or love. But you couldn’t wrap your head around loving someone who couldn’t tell you who he really was. It took an entire year for him to tell you what he did for a living. That was one of the first lies he told to you. The second, was that he’d always protect you and your family no matter what.

But now you understood that it wasn’t possible. Because even though he had all these connections with big scary people, there was always someone who was going to find their way around his security. He tried his hardest to always make you feel safe, and you thanked him for that. Because on the days where you lived paycheck to paycheck or your car would break down, he was always there to pick you up. He treated you like you were his world, and he’d tell you that every day that you almost believed it.

And if it wasn’t for last night, you could’ve seriously pictured spending the rest of your life with him.

- “Y/n,” it was late. You wiped at the sticky bar top trying your hardest to hurry up. It was just your manager and you, and he loved to leave early. “You don’t mind closing by yourself tonight, right? I have to get my kids to bed already, the babysitter’s leaving soon.”

“That’s fine, I’ll make sure to lock up,” you had told him. You locked up the restaurant on your own many times, it wasn’t hard and almost everything had been done anyway. You’d finish cleaning up and then you’d text Jimin telling him you’ll be home soon.

The glass in your hands almost slipped at the sound of the door opening. You looked up, placing the cut down as you noticed the group of men walking in. Pushing your loose strands behind your ear, you frowned apologetically, “Hello, I am so sorry but we are closed for the night. The cook already left.” They ignored you, locking the door and pulling the blinds down. You found yourself taking a step back, one of them smiled at you, “You must be Y/n I’ve heard so much about.”

“Who are you?” With brows furrowed you waited, scooting to the side where your phone was put away in a drawer. “Consider me,” the man pushed for a moment, “A friend of Jimin’s. You can call me Suga.”

You could hear buzzing coming from the drawer and he smiled, “That must be him. Find the phone.”

You made a move to run but one of the guys gripped your arm. He clicked his tongue shaking his finger at you, “That’s not how you treat company now is it?”

“What do you want?” You asked trying to push against the restraints of the man’s grip. He smiled warmly, “Well you see, I don’t have any problem with you Y/n. You seem like a smart and hardworking girl, so why you’re with him? I will never understand. But that is not why I’m here.”

“The reason why I am here is because, I am tired of seeing pretty girls like yourself get hurt by men like Jimin.” He took a step closer to you. “What does that have to do with you?” You spat out, wincing as he lifted his hand to you.

Pushing your hair back he smiled, “Well let’s just say someone I hold dearly was in your position once upon a time.”

“So I want you to understand that my problem is not with you,” Suga said reaching into the inside pocket of his blazer, a picture of you with your sister and father, “Or with them. And unless you want to see them get hurt, I advise you to leave Jimin. For your own good that is.”

- You didn’t return home last night. It had left Jimin up majority of the night, your text for reassurance doing anything but that. “She’s not back yet,” he huffed looking to Jungkook as the two waited, “She won’t even answer my text.”

“She said she was sleeping over at Yuna’s, relax she’s fine,” Jungkook tried telling his friend. Jimin only shook his head, pacing back and forth, “I know but...no she’s fine. She has to be. She’d tell me if she was in trouble, right?”

“Yes, she would,” Jungkook sighed standing up, “So why don’t you get some sleep. You’re looking sort of psycho right now.”

The sun hadn’t even fully come up when you arrived home. You spent the night at your dad’s house, fixing up your room that had been used for storage. Your sister and him bombarded you with questions left and right, asking why you were leaving Jimin. They never understand the kind of people Jimin knew, or that you wanted to make sure your family was safe over being with who you loved.

Jimin was passed out on the couch, still in a suit and a few empty glasses scattered on the coffee table. You were as quiet as a mouse, trying to hurry into your bedroom to get your things. You didn’t want him to see you. He’d try and make you stay or ask why you were leaving. You hoped you could just go, not have to listen to his promises, not feeling like a burden to him.

You flickered the light to your bedroom on. Going into the closet and pulling a chair up. You stood on it, reaching a high shelf to pull your old duffel bag out. You hadn’t used the worn out bag since you first moved in. Not even when you’d go on vacation with Jimin, he’d buy you suitcases from high-end brands instead. You were leaving him, but you were only taking what you came with.

You threw the bag on the bed, quickly opening your drawers and pulling out what you could remember. A lot had changed since you moved in with him, but you could still remember your worn out things from the luxurious things he’d buy you. You shoved your laptop in, not caring much as you put shoes and clothes and everything you could think of.

“What do you think you are doing?” You could feel your heart drop, not wanting to turn around and face the reality. Jimin took a cautionary step toward you, heart racing as he got a closer look at what you were doing.

“Um, Yuna and I are spending the weekend at a spa, I forgot to tell you?” You lied, clearing your throat. You could see the way he pressed his teeth tightly, eyes narrowed down on your belongings as you tried blocking them. “Are you trying to lie to me right now? Right to my face?” He asked pulling out your old slippers from the bag, “What. Are. You. Doing?”

“I already told yo—I just gotta go for a little bit,” you bit your lip, “Jimin stop it.” You reached for the things he pulled out of your bag. “You’re leaving me aren’t you?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Jimin I—“

“Why?” He asked, suddenly pushing your bag onto the floor, a crack being heard from your laptop hitting the ground, “And don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I just have to go okay? I have to go, please just understand and give me space,” you reached for your things with shaky hands. He grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him, “I don’t understand though. Tell me what’s going on. Are you in trouble? I can help you. Just tell me what it is. Is it money? Is your dad in the hospital again? I’ll pay the bill don’t worry about it baby, okay? Is it your sister—“

“No! I just, I need space okay? I don’t think I can do this anymore—“ “Y/n!” His body trembled, “Listen to me. What is going on? You can’t just leave me like this and not tell me why. You can’t just leave me. Please,” he reached for your hand pulling it to his chest, “Please don’t leave me. Whatever it is we can figure it out together, just like we have for the last four years.”

“Jimin I—“ he dropped down to his knees, arms wrapping around your waist, “No. Please Y/n. Please don’t leave me.”

“You don’t understand,” you could feel a tear slip from your eye as he planted soft kisses on your hand repeatedly, “I have to.”

“Why?” He shouted, eyes growing red, “Why do you have to leave me? Am I not enough for you? I’ve tried to give you everything, and I’m not asking for anything back but for you to love me. Do you not love me?”

“Jimin, he’s going to come after my family if I stay with you,” you finally said. He sniffled, looking at you with a cold expression slowly raising to his feet, “What did you just say?”

“I shouldn’t have said anything. Please just let me go,” you sighed but he gripped your shoulders roughly, “Who is he?”

“Jimin, you’ll only make it worse. You can’t always protect me,” you argued but he shook his head. “Who the fuck was it?”

“Some guy named Suga.”

“Look at me,” he held your face in his hands, “Unpack your things, right now baby. You’re not going anywhere, I won’t let you. Let me take care of him okay? I’m sorry for putting you in this.”

“Bu—“ “I’ve got it baby, don’t worry.”

“Are you upset with me?” You asked as the pad of his thumb wipe: a tear away, “I’m sorry.”

“No baby,” he kissed you lightly, “Of course not. But if you try leaving me again, I will be.”

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IM SORRY BABSHDJSKDHKSNDHSJSNSHSJKSD. I LITERALLY CANNOT WRITE MAFIA LIKE WHAT EVEN HAPPENS NEXT 😭😭😭

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atlafan · 3 years

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Juvenile and Family Law, is it something that a kid dreams of practicing? No, not really. Is that where the big bucks are if you’re not interested in taxes and wills? Yes, it is. College is expensive, and so is law school; gotta pay it off somehow. It takes a while to build your clientele, a lot of it is word of mouth. You work your way up, and slowly but surely, build a good reputation for yourself. And if you’re lucky, you’ll make partner.

Harry Styles is good at his job, and is on the brink of making partner at his firm. Gallagher, Hilson & Associates Family Law is a great place to work. Isaiah Gallagher and Maria Hilson are two incredible lawyers, and the other associates Harry works with aren’t too bad either. He doesn’t always love working nearly sixty hours a week, and some of the cases he handles have caused him to see the bottom of one too many bottles, but other than that, he’s happy.

Family Law means working all kinds of cases. Custody, spousal support, paternity, and divorce. All of those cases are messy, rarely are they clean cut. Harry happens to specialize in divorce, which in turn can lead to all of the other things listed above. What’s worse is that a lot of his clients will often flirt with him, so he’s started to wear a fake wedding band to ward off any and all inappropriate behavior. It doesn’t happen every time, but it was often enough that he decided to find a way to just avoid the unwanted attention.

Due to how many hours he works a week, Harry’s social life is a little lackluster. By the time he gets home work, all he wants to do is kick his shoes off, plop down on the couch with some greasy Chinese food, and catch up on some television. He lives in a nice enough building in the city. His apartment has one bedroom, and one and half baths. On Friday nights, he’ll go out with some of the other associates for a drink, so he gets a bitof social time in. He’s not lonely, he actually quite enjoys the quiet and solitude. He’s got a cat, Gerry, short for Geraldine that he takes care of. He has what he needs, and he’s perfectly content.

Whenever he dates, people always want to talk about his work. The last thing Harry wants to talk about after a long day at work, is more work. So, he sticks to meaningless hookups, and his own hand, when he needs that type of release.

He doesn’t have too much to complain about. He’s thirty, and massively successful. Some of his friends still live at home while working retail jobs, not that he’s judging. He was twenty-six when he moved out, and he’s grateful his parents let him stay rent free so he could save up for his own place. He doesn’t like to compare himself to others, but it makes him feel good to know he’s all set. He works hard, yes, but it’s all worth it.

With how quiet his personal life is, it’s hard to imagine Harry being a shark in the courtroom, but he is. He’s a master in the art of persuasion and rhetoric. Having been a communication major in his undergrad career, and all. He knows how to read a room, and how to read people. The jury is just an audience waiting to watch a live performance. His theater minor also comes in handy here. Being a lawyer is an act, a role he plays. He knows how to play the part when it’s in a large courtroom, or when it’s just a small meeting in a conference room to divide up assets. It’s not always easy, but he makes it look that way. Harry typically wins most of his cases, and when it’s something small, he’s usually able to get his client the majority of what they asked for. Every customer leaves happy.

These skills can’t all be taught and learned. Some people are born with natural talent, skills they learn to hone in on and perfect. It’s a craft that Harry has worked on for years. Again, he’s only thirty, but because he has such precision and talent, it makes him the hot commodity. The office is constantly getting calls for him. It’s why they want him to become the next partner. Having his name on the plaque as you enter would surely put people at ease. Isaiah and Maria saw potential in Harry from the beginning, and they feel lucky that he’s one of their associates.

There other very qualified associates as well, like Niall – who specializes in custody cases – he’s well on his way up. There’s Candice – who specializes in prenuptial agreements – she got into the lawyer game a little later in life, but she’s as sharp as a whip, and shouldn’t be underestimated. And lastly, there’s Byron – who specializes in paternity cases – he thinks he’s going to be the next partner because he’s a bit full of himself.

Harry and Niall are the closest in age, so they hang out more often. They both really like baseball, and will go to a game or two during the season. Candice is the surrogate mother figure. She has no children of her own, she’s the fun aunt to her nieces and nephews, but she feels oddly maternal towards Harry and Niall. The boys often call her “Ma”, instead of her actual name, and she loves it. She looks out for them, and there when they need someone to listen. She’s fifty-seven, and enjoys baking in her free time. She often brings the boys homemade muffins on Monday mornings, and they adore her for it.

Byron…well…Byron is a forty-year-old womanizer who totally clashes with Harry. Does Harry have one-night stands? Yes. Does he ever lie to his partners? No. Byron enjoys playing the game in all facets, and Harry never takes part in it. Needless to say, Harry hates when he has to partner with him on a case, and avoids it when he can.

Isaiah and Maria each have their own executive assistant, or para: Michele and Kyla. They’re both in their late twenties, and rocking it. Harry only interacts with them over email. He, Candice, Niall, and Byron all share the same administrator: Ronnie. Ronnie is twenty-six, friendly, and organized. She doesn’t have time to help everyone on their briefs, but that’s what interns are for, and there’s an abundance of them circling throughout the office.

Harry has a nice office. Plenty of natural light from the windows, he has a desk riser so he can stand up periodically, and he even has his own mini fridge. (He’s often paranoid about people taking his Bubbly, so he just brought in his own fridge.) He’s got a decent enough view of the city; he likes it best at night when the twinkling lights come through. It reminds him of how lucky he is to be where he is in life. He knows he’s more fortunate than others, so he tries to be grateful. He gives back when he’s able, donate to different scholarship funds and whatnot.

Harry is a good man.

On a particularly cloudy morning, Ronnie lets Harry know his 10AM consult has arrived. He didn’t know much about his new potential client, but he was always willing to hear someone out. He stands up from his desk, and waits for the woman to enter.

In walks a young woman wearing an expensive, red pantsuit, black heels, and a dark red lipstick. She gives a soft smile to Ronnie before she closes the door. Harry walks over to her, extending his hand.

“Hi, I’m Harry.”

“Mira.” She shakes his hand.

“Please, have a seat.” He gestures to the two seats on the other side of his desk and they both sit. “What brings you to my office today?”

“I heard you’re a pretty good divorce lawyer, and I need a divorce.”

“Is your spouse aware that you’re seeking counsel?”

“No.” She shakes her head and swallows. “I…I’d be putting myself in danger if he knew I wanted to leave him.”

“What kind of danger? If he’s physically abusive, then you need to- “

“He doesn’t put his hands on me like that. It’s…I don’t love him, and I never have. I was essentially…I was sold to him; it was an arranged marriage. I thought maybe I could learn to like him, to love him, but it’s been three years, and I can’t stand him. I need legal help.”

“What do you mean you were sold to him? Were you a child bride? Were you sex trafficked?”

“No.” She chews on her bottom lip. “He made a deal with my father. Thomas got me in exchange for…something. I can’t get into what exactly with you just yet.”

“Does he think you’re happy?”

“Yes.” She nods. “Well, for the most part. I do my thing, and he does his. His job keeps him pretty busy, and I often pretend to be asleep when he gets home. He doesn’t satisfy my needs, so to speak, and I’ve given up on trying. I want to be freed from him.” She pulls out a packet of paper from her purse, and gives it to Harry. “That’s a copy of the contract he and my father signed when they made the deal. I’m not great with legal jargon. I thought maybe if you decide to take me on you could look that over and tell me if there’s any way, I can get out of this.”

“Are you over eighteen?”

“Yes, well over.”

“And were you over eighteen when you were married?”

“Yes.”

“Then how could your father barter you?”

“Where I come from…it can just be like that. The goods we get in exchange for my hand outweighed my happiness.”

“I’m so sorry.” Harry frowns. “My services aren’t exactly cheap.”

“I wouldn’t expect them to be. I can pay top dollar, if that’s what you require. I have money of my own.”

“Alright.” Harry sets the packet of papers onto his desk. “I’ll take a look at that soon, and give you a call.”

“Does that mean you’re taking me on?”

“I hate to see such a nice person be so unhappy.” Harry frowns. “I got into this business to help people, so I’ll help you, Mira.”

“Oh, thank you so much.” She smiles. “There are going to be some things in that contract that may shock you, so please don’t hesitate to call me directly with your questions.” She takes out a business card from her purse. “There’s all of my contact information. If anyone other than myself contacts you regarding all of this, don’t say a word.”

“Don’t worry, I’m good at keeping things confidential.”

“I heard you’re a very trustworthy attorney.” She nods, and stands to her feet. Harry does the same. “Thank you for taking the time to listen.” She extends her hand, and he takes it to shake.

“Of course, it’s what I’m here for.” He smiles and opens the door. He watches her leave, maybe for a little too long.

[DARK SIDED, COMING TO PATREON ON SATURDAY, OCTOBER 2ND @ 8AM EST] [Ask]

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clonetrobed · 3 years

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for the sleepover asks: here for one rant please !! <3

!!!! alright alright, so this isn't gonna be a negative rant, it's gonna be probably neutral-positive, but something i feel like isn't appreciated and just talked about enough in general is how good of a guy abed is in terms of like, respecting women? i think it gets brushed over a lot because of the way his character is written, people have this urge to cast him as some mansplaining incel (in conventions of space and time he lowkey is written that way which is so not continuous with his character and annoys me but ugh. season 4 whatever.) but like, it literally starts from the very beginning:

britta invites abed to join the study group. she's invited to jeff's fake study group, she knows he's trying to pick her up, suspects the whole study group thing might not be legit - and she's right, it's not, it's a setup so jeff can get her alone. so she invites abed!! abed is a guy that she trusts to be a genuine friend to her. she knows he's friends with jeff, too, and normally that might raise the concern that he'd just end up wingmaning jeff through the whole study group and making it worse for her, but she knows he's trustworthy and i just, ugh, there's something i love so much about abed and britta's friendship, idek what to say. but moving on!

abed's primary thing, especially in the early seasons, is he just wants friends. he just wants to make people happy. he makes no effort to pursue any of the women in the study group, only friendship (and i mean there's also the whole thing where he's in love with troy or whatever but sdfghjhgf). and when it comes to the women specifically, this gets played off as a joke.

like charting their periods - something he ended up doing by accident, because he just wanted to be a better friend, to make them upset less often because he doesn't always know the right thing to say, that he literally went and meticulously charted their moods so that he could be better? that's actually a very sweet thing to do, but it's more or less played off as an "abed is socially inept what a weirdo charting girls' periods' joke. he's kind of played off as a joke in aerodynamics of gender, too, when the girls figure out that they can weaponize him. and he literally asks them if they're sure that what he's doing is okay (and they lie about it) and he does it because he knows it's making them like him more, and that's what he cares about.

there's also the whole thing of like, being very respectful of their bodies. he's not weirded out by the idea of delivering a baby when shirley goes into labor; he just wants to help his friend, doesn't occur to him at all that the whole genital thing is gonna be an issue, because it's not a sexual context at all so why should it matter? same with when he tries following the girls into the bathroom in the art of discourse when shirley's upset. again it's a "haha autistic kid doesn't know social cues and ends up being accidentally creepy" but like, it doesn't occur to him that it's a problem for him to go into the women's bathroom, because he's not going in there with any bad intentions. he's just trying to console his friend, that's what's at the forefront of his mind. he also doesn't understand the whole keeping panties as a trophy thing (cooperative polygraphy) and asks jeff why he can't just buy women's underwear. he doesn’t get the whole “they need to be won in battle” thing, because that’s gross.

anyway, there are probably more specific examples, but this is getting very long, so i’ll just say: out of all the guys in the study group, abed is definitely the one who has the most respect for the women as people. you’ll often see annie or britta holding onto his arm or his hand in a way that they wouldn’t with troy or jeff, because with abed they trust that it’s just comfortable and platonic, and that he won’t try to misread it and make it into something that it’s not, because what’s important to him is just being their friend. we know from physical education that he does just fine with girls, but no one in the group knows that because he doesn’t go around flaunting his body count like a trophy. i don’t know, there’s just so much i love about him. he’s not perfect, but when he’s not treating women ideally, it’s never really rooted in sexism, which is nice.

ANYWAY this is so damn long, i’m so sorry, thank you for giving me this opportunity <3

#ask #3 idiotbaby #sleepover asks

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ripleycano · 4 years

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here’s a rant about the birthday boy :)

thank you @foxofthedeep for giving me a starting topic!

(It’s been a while since I’ve finished V3 + I’ve never done in-depth research into his character before today so please forgive any mistakes I might make! Also these rants will probably contain some of my opinions, none of which you are obligated to agree with, of course.)

Section 1: Shuichi

With Shuichi, I’ve noticed that there seem to be people who either adore him and consider him (subjectively) the best protagonist of the three main games or people who think he’s bland and uninteresting.

I think the reason for this is Shuichi being representative of a very specific personality that some identify with, while others might reduce him to just being shy.

The wiki explains that Shuichi’s parents were a famous actor and screenwriter who were constantly on business trips, leaving Shuichi with his uncle + his wife.

As seen in his dynamic with Kaede and the relatives who took him in, Shuichi seems to feel like he owes something to people who display care or affection towards him as a result of the neglect in his upbringing.

The way Shuichi explains stories and traits about himself heavily implies that low self confidence and the tendency to feel obligated to express his gratitude is in his nature; this, of course, led to him helping out his uncle and eventually gaining the title of Ultimate Detective.

Shuichi never held himself in high regard, which only worsened through the very case that ended up giving him his title. The moral conflict between arresting a murderer being the right choice and considering their motive for doing so ended up scarring both his confidence as a detective and belief in his choices; this state is how we first see him at the start of Danganronpa V3.

Here are a few central characters and how they led to Shuichi’s development throughout the game:

Kaede - Speaking in terms of tropes, Kaede was the optimistic, textbook protagonist. Shuichi was quick to warm up to her, and I imagine he admired her confident leadership despite what might lie in the path ahead of the class.

Her blackened case is a parallel to Shuichi’s ‘Ultimate Detective’ case; Shuichi was made aware of her (ultimately justified) motive for killing, yet he was the one to expose her. However, Kaede made a difference that would completely change things for Shuichi. While the last murderer who confronted him was filled with bitter anger and malice towards him, Kaede reassured him that he had made the right choice- even going as far as to entrust the future of everyone else to him. What Kaede told him moments before her death were, in a way, what properly assigned him the role of the protagonist and some trust in himself.

Kaito - If Kaede triggered Shuichi’s trust in himself, Kaito was the one who made him aware that getting through life can be a team effort. Personally, I like Kaito- but I completely understand where people are coming from when they find his blind faith in the people he takes a liking to irritating.

Thanks to Kaito’s comically exaggerated trusting hero archetype, however, Shuichi starts to depend on others to participate and fend for themselves in trials (instead of overthinking everything by himself) and get some relief from the Protagonist Pressure™ through Kaito’s “sidekick” persona.

Kokichi - Oh boy. Funnily enough, a lot of lessons to be learned from Kokichi’s character seems to go against what Shuichi gathers from Kaede. Kaede urges him to push for the truth as a detective, while Kokichi insists that lies are of value. These contrasts can also be seen in scenes like the first Death Road Of Despair; Kaede is an idealistic optimist but Kokichi’s talent (despite the oddly phrased name) renders him a better leader in the end. (I think I’ll talk about Kokichi’s talent in a separate post specifically for him at some point!)

Luckily, Shuichi pieces the two together and comes to the conclusion that truth and lies are not polar opposites- they’re often dependent on each other. In my humble opinion, I think what many people found appealing and relatable in Shuichi’s character was watching him grow into a protagonist rather than starting out as one. (Makoto started out with an optimistic and resilient personality, Hajime had some authority among his classmates)

In conclusion: Not only are Shuichi and the player put into a situation where they have to grow together as the game progresses, but (in general) he also has a subtle and likable personality that isn’t too ‘in-your-face’.

If you’re someone who deeply identifies with his character, you most likely found comfort in seeing someone who went from being plagued by doubt, self-deprecation, and loneliness mistaken for independence to a person who learns about love with no strings attached through their found family.

Bonus: The ideal dynamic of Saiouma? Saiouma is... interesting, because it’s a comfort pairing for many but also the scum of the earth to a large part of the fanbase. As with any other pairing in fiction, this is a result of difference in interpreting their interactions.

If you’re asking for my personal thoughts on it, I really enjoy Saiouma! The closest representation of their ideal dynamic would be Kokichi’s FTE’s, since it’s the clearest instance where Shuichi plays the curious detective to Kokichi’s complex and secretive supreme leader facade.

Shuichi tries to understand Kokichi more than anybody else would even attempt to, and I suppose it’s implied that Kokichi found it both amusing and touching (?) judging from the ‘trustworthy’ label next to Shuichi’s photo.

From all this, I guess their ideal dynamic is Shuichi being understanding of Kokichi’s flaws and encouraging him to stop isolating himself + Kokichi having someone to (1) have fun with obviously 🙄 and (2) confide his bottled up issues and trust into.

Man V3′s entire theme is trust huh

(Plus, if we see it as Shuichi representing truth achieved through some lies and Kokichi representing lies that hold some truth, Saiouma is a direct parallel to the game’s big concept of truth and lies! Neat huh)

Anyways. This is terrible and has no clear structure but it’s 1AM so I’m cutting it short. I hope you found it somewhat entertaining!

Please lmk if there are any other characters or things in DR you’d want me to write about :)

#sorry that i only intended to talk for two paragraphs and ended up going off guys #not all of us have the privilege of not being born a nagito kinnie #danganronpa #shuichi saihara #drv3 #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #saiouma #kaede akamatsu #kaito momota #analysis #requested rant

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I am not your enemy - Lance fanfiction part 17

This is finally chapter 17 ! I'm so sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy it !! Good summer to all of you 🌴🐉

Chapter 17 : I’ll personally take care of making him understand that you belong to me

- Ophelia !

I opened my eyes sharply.

Stretched out full length on the mattress, my back sticking unpleasantly to the fabric of my top, I stared at the black ceiling to come to my senses, my jerky breathing breaking the serene silence of the night.

What the hell was going on ?

My heart rate pounding wildly, I felt like I had run a marathon as my chest heaved with frenzy as the images of this incomprehensible dream circled in my head.

Spear.

It was him, I was sure. I had seen him, his face so young, evolving through different scenes from his past. Seeing him like that had confused me. Proud, playful, oblivious to his surroundings, he was a whole different person from the one I knew now. But ... I had also known him that way. Strange as it may sound, Lance had been my first support when I arrived at HQ. The rest of the story was unfortunately only inglorious.

Especially when I thought back to my buried feelings.

Except that this dream, was it really one ? The little girl had conjured up the deepest memories of the last of the dragons, but what did that mean ? And above all, why ?

My gaze was caught by something that seemed to escape my parted lips. My eyes widened, I watched in amazement as tiny ice crystals smeared the air around the edge of my mouth. When I realized what this implied, my breathing quickened again and very soon, I thought I recognized the light cold breath that the dragon had made me experience a few days earlier.

No, it wasn’t possible.

I shouldn't be able to develop Lance's powers without his presence ... right ?

Straightening up on my bed, I was leaning on my right arm when a strange sensation took hold of me. Slowly lifting my sleeve over my shoulder, I was speechless when I saw the dragon's familiar icy welts as he let them roam my body. Except that for that, we had always needed a physical contact, it was the very reason which had made us discover this phenomenon.

Fascinated, I let my fingers run over the thin blue lines that cornered my skin. I had the strange sensation of feeling him brush against my arm.

My hand immediately tightened on my flesh when something came back to me.

That night, when I had been in his memories, if that had really been the case, Lance and I had brushed against each other in the Crystal Room. By the time our arms had made contact, I was sure the young man had reacted, seeming to be looking for me without actually being able to see me.

But how could he have felt me physically if what I had seen were memories, moreover of which I wasn’t a part ? Raising my arm to my face, I felt the adrenaline slow down. I had to leave these questions hanging.

At least until daybreak.

As soon as the sun shines, I got up to take a shower, hoping to chase away even a few moments the images of those dreams that had haunted me all the rest of the night. I finally didn’t manage to fall asleep again and it was with more than deep circles that I headed for the shared showers.

As soon as I left my room, I was surprised to find a very early-morning Nevra who was also visibly leaving his den, his door being a few meters away from mine.

When he saw me, the vampire raised his eyebrows in surprise before giving me a slight mocking smile.

- I know one who didn't sleep very well.

Great. I rubbed a hand over my tired eyes, hoping to regain my composure.

- Not so much, indeed. Is it showing that much ?

- Well, not that you look less in shape than usual, that would be complicated, but you seem rather tired yes, he said to me without being able to hold back a laugh at my annoyed expression. But you still look very pretty, don't worry.

Already ready to give him a bloody answer, his last sentence stopped me in my tracks. Damn but what an idiot, why did I feel my cheeks blush ?

Locking my door, I remained resolutely turned towards the wooden door in order to hide my dismay.

- I see that I can count on you to reassure me, in any case, I say while feigning indifference.

I heard his laughter echo between us once again.

- You know I'm a trustworthy person.

Without realizing it, I began to smile in turn. I loved the rare moments in which he forgot his cold mask of the right arm of the Sparkling.

- By the way ... he began, his gaze suddenly fleeing, seeming to hesitate on how he was going to phrase the rest. Have you been better since the other night ? I worried a lot, I didn't understand what happened. Eweleïn only told me that she already knew about it and that she was monitoring your condition closely.

- Oh, yes ... I'm so sorry for what happened and I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble. But I think I’ve nothing left. I wanted to thank you for taking care of me, I don't know what ...

- Don't talk nonsense, he cut me off. Maybe I was stupid to you, but I certainly wasn't going to leave you like this.

Running a hand through his hair, I saw concern grow on his face, so often marble.

- And I don't want to sound intrusive, but you'll have to explain to me what happened. I’ve never seen anything like it happen.

His eye, similar in color to mine, observed me so intently that I couldn't bring myself to lie to him.

- Okay, I'll explain it to you, I whispered. Just give me a little time.

- Good, he smiles at me before recovering quickly. With all this, I was almost going to fail in my task. Huang Hua would like you to attend the next Sparkling meeting.

I stared at him for several seconds, not knowing how to react.

- Huang Hua wants to send me on a mission ?

His lips twitched slightly.

- I can’t tell you more at the moment, but I don’t hide from you that it doesn’t enchant me very much considering what happened to you the last time we saw each other.

- Nevra…

I no longer knew on which foot to dance with him. Since our discussion, I had the impression that a lot of things had changed between us but I didn’t know how to perceive them.

- The meeting will take place in an hour in the Council room, don't be late.

The vampire dismissed me without giving me time to answer anything.

Excited at the prospect of potentially taking part in a future mission, I showered in fourth gear, almost forgetting what had happened that night. But it was the lump in my stomach that I knocked on the front door that I had only borrowed a few times.

Opening the door cautiously, I entered the majestic room. I could not restrain my gaze from browsing the large tree which stood proudly between these walls, the immense window which overlooked the gardens of the HQ or the immense prostrate table in the center of the room. I hadn’t often had the opportunity to enter here, but each time I was amazed by what was hiding there.

It was mind blowing.

It was only after my little inspection of the premises that I became aware of the people already here. Facing the large window, Huang Hua stood erect, arms crossed, staring into space. Her tanned skin bathed in natural light caught my gaze of admiration as her fine features turned to me as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Her warm gaze relaxed me immediately.

- Andraste, there you are ! she said to me with a smile of genuine astonishment. Unfortunately I haven't had the opportunity to see you lately, how are you ? I’ve been kept informed of your condition…

I stood stunned for a few seconds at the warmth and sincerity I could read in her at that moment. Since when hadn't I seen her like that ?

- It's going much better, thank you. If that's any reassurance, my back seems perfectly healed. Well, for now, I added with a wry laugh.

Until my wings decide once again to do what they want, I hear.

- You see me delighted, I hope we can discuss a little more calmly later, you and me.

Pointing me to the seats, she added :

- Please sit down.

Let my gaze slide over the people seated in front of the huge table. Surprisingly, I recognized Leiftan, Mathieu and Koori very close to me. I wasn't the only guest, which relieved me. I also like almost all of the Sparkling members.

All except two of them, who were visibly missing.

Pulling the first seat I could find, I settled myself between the kitsune and Chrome. The big wolf smile fills my whole field of vision.

- Hi Andraste! You're going to attend your first Sparkling reunion, I'm super happy, he said while pointing out his canines.

My smile widens automatically in the face of his good humor.

- Hi Chrome, I'm happy too ! But still a little stressed, I won't hide it from you.

- Don't worry, everything will be fine.

The large door opened again, letting in the two missing limbs. My heart raced even more when the two men sat down in front of me.

- Perfect. Lance, Nevra, we were just waiting for you to begin, Huang Hua announced. As you know, several strange phenomena have occurred in recent months, the barrier between Earth and Eldarya has never been thinner. Several people have reported to us the sudden appearance of a building in the middle of the lands of Genkaku.

Without understanding why, I felt Koori tense up at hearing that name.

- Andraste, Nevra told me about an important point.

The vampire spoke in turn.

- Seven years ago, you told me about very tall human buildings in which people lived or worked. Heum...

- Are you talking about buildings ? I stopped him. Are you saying that a building has appeared on Eldarya ?

I couldn't believe my ears, it wasn't possible. How could a building have landed here ? What if people were inside ?

Mathieu and I gave each other a horrified look. It really didn't bode well.

- Exactly, he concluded. Nothing like this has ever been reported between our two worlds but we have to make sure that it’s indeed a human building. That's why we would need Mathieu and you to go there. Obviously, you’ll be accompanied by other members of the Guard.

Turning to the kitsune, Nevra added :

- Koori, we’ll also need your presence. You’re the only one here who knows the lands of Genkaku.

- Yes, I understand. You can count on me...

The face of the leader of the Sparkling clouded with a compassionate expression.

- I'm sorry to ask you this, I know it won't be easy for you, but we can only count on your presence to guide them in these lands.

- I know Huang Hua. There’s no problem, I’ll accompany you.

- As far as Tenjin is concerned, we'll have to be careful, Lance continued. He’s bound to learn for our coming and we will probably not be welcome.

When the dragon spoke, everyone seemed to be listening to him with some form of respect. I was fascinated by the presence that saw him unconsciously.

It had been two days since the dragon and I had seen each other, the latter being too busy with the upcoming mission departure and his duties as Chief of the Guard. I hadn't had a chance to tell him about my dream, and actually didn't even know whether to tell him about it or not. Knowing him here made me nervous and hearing his voice made my stomach contract. The last time we saw each other was in his bed…

Red rose to my cheeks once again when his gaze brushed mine. I couldn't tear myself away from him for several seconds.

- Lance is right, Tenjin is our main obstacle to getting to the kitsune lands of Genkaku, the vampire said. He's unstable and is very likely to come after us when he sees Koori. That’s why I’m accompanying you as well. It’s rare that we send multiple Guard Chiefs, but this mission’s likely to be more perilous than the usual ones.

Turning to the aengel in his turn, he added, his face suddenly darker :

- I hope we can count on you. You are an outstanding navigator and your abilities have been proven to us more than once. Finally, if you want to stop your « redemption ».

Leiftan clenched his teeth at this last remark, the tension was most palpable between the two men.

- Nevra, we already talked about this. If you have things to settle with Leiftan, it’ll be within the framework of the private one, said Huang Hua.

- You can count on my presence, but I’ll not use my powers, it’s my only condition.

Nevra was about to reply when the fenghuang stopped him with a wave of her hand.

- Perfect, if everyone agrees, the team for this mission will therefore consist of Nevra, Lance, Koori, Mathieu, Leiftan and Andraste. An objection ?

- None, replied Huang Chu. I hope you’ll come back with some new human study topics, that's all I'm asking.

When the meeting is over, the assembly leaves the room in turn. As I was about to climb the stairs to the exit, the delicate and warm hand of the ancient phoenix grabbed my wrist.

- Andraste, can I talk to you for a moment ?

I nodded while stopping my run.

- Eweleïn kept me informed of your physical and mental state. Do you feel like doing this mission ?

- I think so. To tell the truth, I start to circle around the HQ aimlessly. It’ll do me good to feel really useful and to change horizons, even though I know it won't be easy and even dangerous. I’ve practiced a lot and I manage to reuse my powers a bit, not like before, but they are there. Perhaps, in case of real necessity, they will manifest themselves normally. At least I hope so.

A soft smile lit up her face.

- Very well, I count on you to take care of you and to come back to us safe and sound. Unfortunately, Mathieu and you are the only people able to tell us more about this building, I’ve no choice but to send you there with your agreement, of course.

Plunging into her reassuring gaze, I had the fleeting impression of finding the Huang Hua that I knew.

- There’s nothing to worry about. Anyway, I'll be well surrounded, I’ve nothing to fear, I said with a smile.

As I closed the door to the Council Chamber behind me, I lost myself in thoughts of this last exchange. Huang Hua confused me without knowing why. Lifting my head, I fell on Lance who seemed to have been waiting for me. With his arms crossed, he pulled himself away from the wall he was leaning against to walk slowly towards me.

- You're not going to be able to get to Genkaku like that.

Puzzled, I raised an eyebrow.

- Can you light my lantern ?

As he approached dangerously, my whole body tensed in anticipation of what he planned to do. I was no longer in control of myself in his presence and that irritated me.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed my arm firmly and turned me around to rest my back against his chest. His lips caressed my ear in his deep voice.

- You are not sufficiently trained in combat and you are far too pretty for Tenjin not to try to keep you to himself. I don’t like it.

- And how do you plan to fix it ? I questioned him, my breath suddenly more choppy.

- Since I can't force you to stay at the HQ, I think I'll have to train you for combat. I'm going to be pretty busy, but I'll find time for your training.

Slowly letting go of my arm, he added :

- For the rest, I’ll personally take care of making him understand that you belong to me.

(Chapter 18)

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a film by peter parker

authors note: this was inspired by another thinkerpete tweet that read "peter probably watches the bit from "a film by peter parker" where he's in the car with tony over and over when he misses him" and@peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology’s summer of love prompt list💛💛 also the video edit was made by me so please do not screen record/save and repost it even if you do credit me (also this is unedited so sorry for any typos, i’ll probably go through it sometime this week, i just wanted to post it first)

prompts used: 2. making the backyard/rooftop into a movie theater

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warnings: mentions of tony’s death, other than that, nothing but fluff

word count: 3.9k

Peter hated the summer.

Peter hated not having anything to busy himself with; no homework, or academic decathlon, or seeing Ned everyday who could wrap him up in his graphic novel fan theories or the drama in his on and off relationship with Betty. It was petty drama and minor stimulation, but it was something to distract him momentarily. But now Ned was in Aruba with his parents for the entire month which meant Peter had to suffer through the scorching heat of Juy all by himself.

Peter knew he didn’t have to be alone each day, -Aunt May had spent many dinners trying to get him to join her at the movies or the mall, even offering to let him have free reign of the lego store (when he said no to that, she knew he was in worse shape than she thought)- he had a handful of trustworthy and dependable friends he could hang out with for the afternoon like MJ and Betty, or even Flash who had been uncharacteristically nice to Peter ever since he found out he was Spiderman; this having happened only a few weeks after Tony had died and Peter had let him in on his secret to console a sobbing Eugene who, honestly, seemed to be more broken up about the news than Peter was. But even with his expanding friend group, Peter had found the most his body could endure was the contents of his bedroom.

He tried to get back out there after Tony’s passing, he really did, but at the first Iron Man tribute he admired on patrol, his body completely shut down and he swung back home, tears dampening the material of the mask.

So a lonely summer was what Peter submitted himself too, and he’s come to terms with it. He’s rewatched his favorite old shows, started binging some new ones. He’s taken apart and put together his lego death star four times now, each time faster than the last. But he’s been particularly fond of staring out the window. His apartment complex was quite close to the building besides his and he could look down into the backyard everyone had to share. Peter’s building had one as well, but since he was pretty sure he was the only person under 35 who lived there, it went unused.

Next door, there was always a different activity occurring in order for the patrons to beat the heat, and Peter often thought about how easy it would be for him to just go downstairs and introduce himself, and ask to join. It’d really be as simple as that and he’d meet some new people, get a free lunch and a chance to swim in the plastic pool they set up; maybe they’d laugh at his jokes and clap when he did flips, but it was all just a maybe, just in his imagination because his brain never let him wander to far before squandering the idea of getting close to someone again, for if history has taught Peter anything, it's that anything he gets close to, is not meant to stay for long and will be soon snatched away from him in the cruelest of ways.

And this thought is what resigns him to slink back behind his window and pout the day away, as he was doing now, vision blurring as he stared at nothing.

“Hey!”

Peter jumped, his eyes focusing on the target of whoever pelted his window and they landed on your form, slumped against your open windowsill, chin resting on your hand as you gazed back at him.

“Can I help you?” Peter bit back after lifting his window half way, his tone unconsciously laced with annoyance. He really didn’t even notice it anymore since that’s how he’s been speaking to everyone in his life for months now, but when you flinched at his tone, guilt started to creep up his spine.

Before he could ever begin to stumble out an apology, you cut him off “Yeah, is there a reason you stare into my room everyday?”

Peter's face flushed red and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken so bluntly towards him, and honestly, he liked it. He was getting tired of everyone walking on tiptoes around him, he just wanted things to go back to how they were, where he was just Peter Parker, your friendly neighborhood student.

“Or could you at least give me some money for some curtains if you just can’t give up the beautiful view of a concrete wall?”

“S-sorry, I- I didn’t even know you were there.”

Lie.

Peter knew you were there, he always knew when you were there.

Peter Parker isn’t a stalker, though! Sure, he’s gone through some fucked up shit on Earth and in space, so yeah, he wouldn’t call himself the most …sane person he knows, but he really wasn’t a creep. With your buildings being so close and your rooms directly across from one anothers, he was bound to notice you at some point.

And at some point he did. It was the first day of summer and Midtown let out at 12 instead of 3 to mark the occasion, so Peter had been mulling about in his room for quite some time already, thinking about how he heard all his classmates amazing summer plans and how the farthest he was going to go was probably the Thai restaurant down the street, and even that was a maybe. Peter sulked in silence until a couple hours later he heard a door slam closed, thumps from things being tossed on the ground, and a loud groan as he peeked through his windowsill at you who was currently flopped on the bed, window wide open without a care, scrolling on your phone.

At first, he was taken aback by your beauty, a small, small feeling of intrigue spiked his system, but it flew under the radar due to the seemingly everlasting dread that’s been weighing down on Peter's shoulders for months. But he couldn’t look away. You’d been doing nothing but looking at tiktoks mindlessly, occasionally cracking a half smile if a video was particularly amusing, but you still remained cemented to your mattress with no plans on moving anytime soon.

This brought comfort to Peter as he fished his phone out from the bottom of his bag and pulled up Ned’s messages and started to look through the media he sent him, almost two months worth of funny memes and videos that he hadn’t been bothered to look at, and he sat there along with you, aimlessly letting the time pass by. He enjoyed it, knowing he wasn’t really alone in his lazy and distracting behaviors because the pretty neighbor girl was doing just the same.

Ever since then, he’s just been …aware… of your coming and goings. He figured you had a summer job as every other day you were gone for a few hours, a solid shift. But on the days you were home, you also spent it mainly up in your room, every now and then, playing music from your record player, and if he was really lucky, you’d, unknowingly, give him a private concert as you sung out whichever niall horan or ariana grande song struck your fancy that day. He grew quite fond of the music, having added some of the regulars to his own playlist. And he enjoyed knowing you were right there, and he was right here; each of you living your lives, as uneventful as they may be, but you were together in some sort of way.

He’d never spoken to you, the ability of being able to just push his window up and call out to you at any time was what he liked, and each day he thought he’d do it but chickened out, and now it seemed like he’d have to make introductions whether he was ready or not.

“Mmm, right, so you haven’t seen me change or anything like that?” You asked and the content of your question and the inquisitive tone brought a flush to his cheeks.

“N-no! Of course not! I-I’d never do that, why would I even want to look at you? I mean! I don’t think you’re ugly or anything I… I just…”

Peter’s ramblings were cut off with your laugh as it bounced off the summer air and into his room. You were fully leaning out your open window now, and Peter had found himself in the same position, as if he was drawn to you.

“I was only joking with ya, but it's still nice to have the confirmation. I’m Y/N, your neighbor! Obviously.” You trailed off at the end, knowing that information was unnecessary since the boy next door obviously already knew that.

He was like no boy you’d ever seen before, only read about in books. He had a sweet disposition and inviting brown eyes that matched his soft chestnut hair. But he was built like a man, a strong jaw and strong arms. You’d seen him leaving his building everyday on your way to school, and when he’d get dropped off in a big black SUV during the late hours of the night, but he walked in the opposite direction or darted inside so fast,you never really got a chance to take him in.

“…Peter?” His tentative tone snapped you out of your daze and you realized he was introducing himself.

“Sorry, Peter! I- I… got distracted… by your… death star!” You let out, eyes focusing on the black and grey figure resting on his bed.

Peter felt his cheeks heat up as he moved to push it to the ground.

“That’s pretty cool! I finished the star wars series last summer.”

Peter’s eyes snapped up to yours and the friendly smile you were giving him along with the genuine interest in your tone seemed to break something inside him, snapped the band of hesitation that wrapped around his heart. “You did? For the first time?”

“Yeah! I know I’m like super late, but there’s like nine movies!”

Your laughs melded into one as you leaned out your respective windows and began talking about your favorite movie series. Peter was aware that this was unnatural for him. He had been more open to this stranger in the past few minutes than he had to his own Aunt in months and the same guilt from earlier crept up on him. But Peter was having a good time talking to you and he felt his insides turn in excitement when he realized you really had no idea who he was. He had a clean slate with you and he could make any first impression he wanted, well he hoped your first impression of him wasn’t that he was a peeping pervert, but we move, as MJ would say.

You were about to start telling Peter about this new dystopian novel you began reading when you heard a woman call out to him.

“Oh, that’s my Aunt May. She must be home from work. I- I should go say hello.” He explained, a sad look crossing his face that you didn’t quite understand.

You felt your own sadness wash over you, though. You didn’t want to stop talking to Peter either. “Yeah, of course!”

“But we can talk tomorrow right?” Peter asked, his tone laced with uncertainty.

“Oh well, I work double tomorrow… so I probably won’t be home ‘til late.” You said and the way the brown haired boys face visibly fell felt like a punch in the gut and you were scrambling for a reason to make him smile.

“B-but hey! I also get paid tomorrow so if you want, you can come over on saturday and we can have a movie night and we can order a shit ton of take out?”

“Come over to your place?” Peter asked, and he felt himsef involuntarily tense at the idea of leaving his room for the first time in weeks. It was safe in his room. But the pleading look on your face and hopefulness in your tone encouraged him to take the chance.

“I’d love to y/n.” Peter said with a soft smile and you smiled back shyly at him before closing your window and making your way out your room, making sure you were safe in the hall, away from his prying eyes to do a little happy dance.

Peter was unable to wipe the grin off his face as he walked out his room to greet his Aunt.

She heard his feet padding down the hall as she was setting out dinner, “Sorry its not ready yet, Petey, today’s been crazy, but I’ll get started now.” She rushed. Recently, she’s been hoping food’s the key to lift her poor nephews spirits, so each night she’ll either order or make something more fattening, cheesy, and delicious than the last.

“It’s alright May,” Peter let out easily as he turned the counter and placed a kiss on her cheek, “why don’t you let me cook tonight?”

May’s jaw dropped and she blinked a couple times. She could barely get two words out of Peter recently, and they were always either a meak thank you for dinner or an it was good when she asked about his day. She felt her eyes tear up at the slight sliver of her old Petey back.

“O-oh, really, you wanna cook?”

Peter ducked his head down at the ingredients in front of him to avoid looking in her eyes, his heart dropping at the glossiness that overtook them. He truly hadn’t realized how closed off he’d been. “Well, how about we do it together?” He began and the face splitting grin that spread across May’s face was all he needed to know he was taking a step in the right direction.

“G-good idea, honey. Can’t have the house burn down, can we?”

“Hey!”

May laughed and kissed Peter’s head as they began winding through the kitchen, making casual conversation. It was just like the old days, May thought. Before the wave of devastation drowned Peter as he lost a father figure, once again.

“So what did you do today, P? Do you know when Ned get’s back? I’m sure you’re both excited to see each other.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am. I don’t know when he get’s back actually, but that’s okay-“

“I know you like your peace and quiet, I really do, but I do think it’ll be good for you to get out of the apartment for a little bit, see if Michelle is available. Oh! Or maybe that Lisa, Liz! I liked Liz, see if she’s available-“

“May! Its okay. I don’t need to hang out with Liz Allen,” Peter grumbled, “I- I made a new friend actually.”

May looked over at Peter in confusion since he hadn’t gone out or had anyone over in weeks, that she could remember; and Peter took her silence as an opportunity to continue.

“The neighbor.”

“Mrs. Wozniak?”

“No! Y/n, she lives in the next building over. And my room is right across from hers. We’re gonna hang out on saturday.”

“Oh?” May raised her brows at her nephew and bit back a smile, much to Peter’s chagrin. “Is she pretty?”

“And that’s relevant why?”

“I don’t know!!” May drawled and Peter just rolled his eyes and kept chopping the vegetables in front of him, the blush adorning his cheeks refusing to go down as he thought yes, yes she is.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

You yanked the door open as soon as you heard Peter’s knocks against it. He jumped back a bit, his arm still partially raised from when he knocked and you silently berated yourself for being so eager, but the spreading smile across his face made you feel not so bad.

“Oh, sorry, I was just-“

“It’s alright.” Peter replied with a soft smile, and you let yourself trace the golden flecks in his eyes before he cleared his throat, once again, snapping you out of a daze. You seemed to be in a dreamy state around him alot.

“Can I come in? I brought my Star Wars DVD collection by the way, I know you’ve seen them, but this one has the director's cut which I thought totally changed the course of the first trilogy!” Peter explained, rocking on the balls of his feet in excitement.

You bit your lip at the sight, his cuteness was rubbing off on you. “Yeah, that sounds great, but actually we aren’t gonna be watching in here.” You said, grabbing the bag of Chinese food and snacks and stepping out.

Peter’s face sputtered as you both walked to the stairs. He’d spent all day building up his courage to just go six feet from his building, there was no way he’d be able to go around the city with you for the fear of seeing something that’ll remind him of the avengers or crime.

“Y’alright?” You asked, noticing Peter’s stony silence as you walked down the last flight and made your way to the back gate.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I’m just nervous. I haven’t really hung out with anyone new in a while, well, with anyone at all really.”

You smiled in sympathy, “I get you, I haven’t either. All my friends are out of town, so I’ve mostly just hung out in my room, too.”

“But you already knew that, don’t ya stalker?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved your arm as you laughed, glad you got his nerves out of his system. You unlocked the gate and lef Peter to the back garden.

“Woah..” Peter let out. There was a large white sheet hung up between two trees, and a projector set up on the table behind where a blanket lay, covered in a mess of pillows. The setting sun lit up by strung lightbulbs.

“You like? I figured since we both seemed to be home bodies, we could have the fun of the movie theatre, but here!”

Peter felt his heart swell at your words. You’d only known him for two days, and you already treated him with so much consideration and kindness. “I- I love it, y/n. This is amazing.”

He saw how you tucked your cheek into your shoulder in bashfulness and felt his spirits raise even higher. You were adorable.

“I’m glad you like it. I hope the projector works though, it took me forever to translate the instructions.”

Peter walked over to it and gave it a once over. “It seems fine to me, but I can always look at it if you want.”

“Oh yeah? You good with tech?”

“Good enough to get by. I needed it a lot while working with Mr. Stark” Peter began, forgetting that he wasn’t talking to an old friend.

“You worked with Tony Stark?!?”

“Oh.. oh yeah, only for a little! I was an intern.” He said quietly, beating himself up for even bringing up the topic of Tony. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of a pretty girl.

“Wow, that must’ve been amazing. You, you must miss him a lot then, huh?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lifelessly. “Yeah I do.”

“But no matter, we’re here to have a good time right?”

“Yeah, yeah we are!” You grasped his hand and gave him a sympathetic squeeze -neither of you blind to the sparks that shot from the place your hands met- and got settled on the blanket.

Two and a half moves later, the sun had set and the two of you were sitting in the darkness, the only light coming from the flickering of the projector as the abandoned movie played. You and Peter were sitting cross legged, facing each other as he told you another story about working with the Avengers.

“Yeah, it was so crazy!! We were in this airport and he went from being like two inches tall to two hundred feet, it blew my mind. But it was okay though, because I had this idea-“

“Wait, wait, wait. You were there? Why?” You asked, loving every adventure filled anecdote he told you, but it wasn’t all adding up. For just an intern, he seemed incredibly close to Mr. Stark himself, but then again, you’d only known him for less than a week and you also wanted to go everywhere with him.

Peter worried his lip, thinking about how he could worm his way out of this one. Why would a teenage intern be at the Avengers civil war? He figured he could lie, or even just run away and buy black out curtains. Maybe he could convince Aunt May to switch rooms with him even. But you’d already brought so much light to his life in multiple aspects, and he thought, just maybe, you’d be able to bring light to that aspect of his life too.

“You know what, lemme just show you! Wait here, I’ll be back!”

Peter ran back down, his Chewbacca flash drive in hand, adrenaline running through his veins. He plugged it into your laptop and dug up a folder he hadn’t touched in almost eight months.

“What’s this?” You asked as he sat back down next to you.

“You’ll see.” He said, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.

A Film by Peter Parker, read the title as a compilation of videos featuring Peter, Happy, Aunt May, the Avengers, and Tony projected before you both.

Peter heard you gasp as the camera flashed to the suit, and saw, from the corner of his eye, how your head snapped towards his as he backspringed across the battleground. The film continued and neither of you could tear your eyes from the screen. Peter felt his eyes well up with tears as a scene with him and Tony talking to the camera began and he thought that watching this was a bad idea and he was about to turn around and turn it off when he felt your fingers intertwine with his.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the warmth you brought him and he squeezed back, his brain nearly malfunctioning at the speed in which he tried to memorize the feel of your hand in his. But his senses were overloaded as he picked up on your accelerated heartbeat.

The two of you continued to watch the video, neither moving even when it autostarted from the beginning, and this time you laughed outwardly at the funny parts, and asked him questions about why Happy didn’t seem to like him.

“What did you do to him Peter?”

“Nothing I swear!”

“Likely story.”

And he felt the steel blanket of grief fall off his shoulders. The feeling of intrigue and excitement for going back to life was no longer a small trail buried deep within him, but now a firecracker that ignited his insides and aurated off of him. Things were going to be alright, he was going to make it out this summer with more than just the memories from his bedroom, and he’d make it through whatever else life would throw at him, as long as he had you by his side.

Because you didn’t make his heart beat faster out of fear, you made him feel flustered and full of affection.

And you didn’t hold him roughly, with the intent to harm him; you held him delicately, and he could only wait to be able to hold your heart the same way.

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Deceived - Theo Raeken | pt. 2

a/n: this part is super long, and i’m not really liking how it turned out 🤷🏼‍♀️

•••

The days following your break up with Theo, the pack takes turns checking up on you. Whether that’s to bring you food, ice cream, to have a movie night, or to just talk and hang out, each made an effort to spend time with you.

You were thankful for them all, going through another break-up was tough, especially since Theo lied to you and deceived you. It hurt much more than Isaac leaving; Theo made it seem like he was trustworthy and really loved you.

All of your problems with Theo were solved, though, when he was pulled into the ground by his sister. You felt slightly happier, knowing he wasn’t around to manipulate anyone else or hurt anyone.

Scott could basically feel the joy radiating from you afterwards. You are much more open and willing to go out and have fun, instead of sitting inside, worried about running into Theo or one of his packmates. But at the same time, you missed him. You missed the moments of tenderness spent together, him comforting you when you need it. But then everything that Scott and Stiles told you returns to your mind.

“You seem different, (Y/N),” Mason comments while the pack was over at Scott’s for a movie night.

“I am,” you smile at him. “Theo’s no longer here, he’s being punished for the things he’s done, and I couldn’t be happier.”

Scott grins at you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, tugging you into his arms.

“No need to worry about him. He’ll be gone for a while.”

Scott was right. It was months before you had to worry about Theo again. You were hoping it would be longer, but Liam brought him back to help with the newest threat to Beacon Hills. After Scott told you that Liam was adamant about bringing him back and helping everyone, you attacked Liam.

Though it didn’t do much considering he’s a wolf and you’re human; you barely did any damage, but he understood why you were angry. He sat you down and explained it all, promising that you wouldn’t have contact with him.

Malia was on your side. She even gave him an extra punch when she attacked Theo, just for you.

Scott made sure you were doing okay through everything, with losing Stiles and now your ex coming back. Through it all, he tried to hang out with you at least three times a week.

“Theo’s asking about you,” Scott brings up while you two enjoy some sundaes from your favorite shop. You pause, mixing your ice a bit out of anxiousness.

“What’s he saying?”

“Wondering how you’re doing, if you’re safe from the Ghost Riders, what I’m doing to protect you from them.”

“Why does he suddenly care about me?” You scoff.

“He says he thought about you a lot when he was underground. Your name kept being repeated in his mind, almost as if he was constantly reminded that he hurt you and betrayed you.”

“Sucks for him,” you shrug. Scott sighs and drops the conversation, knowing you wouldn’t be willing to see him anytime soon. And honestly, Scott wasn’t so sure if he could trust Theo this soon.

—

Graduation time finally rolled around. Stiles has been back for a couple months, unharmed, ready to go off to college. You were getting ready to head to UC Davis with Scott at the end of summer, so you two were going to spend the three months with the pack, going on a small week-long vacation with everyone, making sure you make the most of everything.

“Can you believe we did it?!” Scott yells happily as he comes over to you. The graduation ceremony just ended and you and every student was walking outside to search for their families and take pictures.

“I honestly can’t,” you giggle as he picks you up and spins you. “Allison should’ve been with us.” Scott smiles sadly and nods, looking down at the bracelet you got him, engraved with her initials and death date, with an inscription of her writing on the other side.

“She was. I know it.” You hug him tightly for a few moments before Stiles comes up and joins the hug.

“We did it!!!” He screams. You giggle at his energetic self but someone catches your attention. Theo stands not far off, looking around for his real parents that he reconnected with after coming back.

“Hey,” Scott breaks your gaze. “I know you’re doing great without him, but he’s changed a lot. I would give him another chance.” You raise your eyebrows at your best friend.

“He killed you and manipulated the entire pack for power, and you’re willing to trust him again?” Scott nods with no second thought.

“I trust him again. He’s proven that he’s changed and doesn’t want to do things for himself anymore. He saved my mom, he saved and protected Liam, and he helped Gabe pass peacefully without pain. He’s done good the past few couple months and if you have it in your heart to at least hear him out, please do.” You sigh softly and look back at Theo, who was now hugging his parents, a huge smile on his face.

The rest of the night was spent going out to dinner with the pack, celebrating being done with the chapter of your lives that brought so much pain and sadness, for everyone.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys at my house on Friday for the pizza and movie night?” You confirm with everyone in Stiles’ jeep. Everyone shouts in agreement and you get out. Scott escorts you up to your door.

“Hey, I’m really proud of you,” he says before you open the door. “Going through two painful break-ups, especially with the last one, and still graduating with honors? It’s amazing.”

“Same goes for you. Going through three years of school as a werewolf, dealing with changes, breaking up with Allison, her death, and just dealing with the supernatural as a whole, and as an alpha? It’s amazing.” Scott chuckles and hugs you one final time before you head inside.

You remove your gown from your shoulders, finally feeling the cool air conditioning on your warm body. You head to the kitchen for a glass of water and you see your parents sitting at the table.

“Hey sweetie. How was dinner with everyone?” Your mom asks.

“Great. Melissa treated us all to a nice dinner since she got a big bonus at work.”

“That’s nice. Is everyone coming over Friday, like you planned?”

“Yeah, they’ll be over at-” The doorbell ringing breaks your sentence. “I’ll get it.”

You walk back into the living room and open the door without a thought. A soft gasp leaves your lips as you come face to face with Theo.

“Hi,” he breathes. You inhale and exhale for a moment. He has a somber look on his face, still dressed in his fancy graduation outfit, looking as handsome as ever

“Honey, who is it?” Your dad calls from the other room.

“Uh, Scott. He says I left something in Stiles’ car. I’ll be right back.” You push Theo back so you both are outside. You walk over to the porch swing and take a seat. He follows moments later.

“Why are you here, Theo?” You ask, keeping your eyes down; the same sort of situation you were in the last time you two talked, when he admitted to killing Scott.

“I came to make things right. Ever since I got back, I’ve been trying to fix what I fucked up. I made things right with Scott, and with Liam, and Malia, even. I feel like I’m in a good place, but I’m missing one person I really cared for.”

“You didn’t care for me, Theo. You lied right to my face when I asked you if you killed my best friend. I asked you and you told me it was accidental, only for Scott to be resurrected and tell me that you tried to get his own beta to kill him. That’s not accidental.”

“(Y/N), listen. I-”

“No. How the fuck can I trust you anymore? How the fuck can I trust you when I opened up to you, told you about the heartbreak and pain I went through before I met you, only for you to turn around and hurt me even more?! To lie to me about the reason you’re here? Telling me that your dad got a new job, but you’re really here to gain power and rip apart the pack?” Theo sighs and nods.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think of you at all. I was selfish. I didn’t think of anyone else but myself. But I know for a fact that I loved you.”

“But...if you loved me, why would you not care enough to think about the repercussions of your actions and how they would affect me?”

“Because in my head, repercussions weren’t a thing. I was so power hungry that I didn’t care for those that I loved, even though I know I should’ve.”

“This conversation is going nowhere, Theo. So, if you would please leave and-“

“(Y/N)!” Scott suddenly appears in your front yard. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” You glance at Theo and he nods his head.

“What?” You groan, walking down the stairs and to him. He takes you to the side of the house so Theo can’t see or hear you, directly. He was probably listening in on your conversation.

“He’s telling the truth. His heartbeat isn’t increasing or changing, he reeks of remorse and hurt, and he’s told all of the same to me. He wasn’t thinking of anyone but himself and he didn’t care who he hurt in the process.”

“But why should I trust him now? What’s changed since he was put into the ground?”

“I already told you he’s changed a lot. Every time you were brought up, his face lightened up, and I could tell he really misses you. Liam mentioned that you were hanging out with some guy from school, and he had a huge fit; he punched a concrete wall when he heard. He came to me crying one night because he wanted to make things right with you, but you seemed so happy without him.” A small smile appears on your lips at the last sentence.

“I never saw Theo cry. Not even when we watched Forrest Gump.” Scott laughs.

“Yeah, he was sobbing like a baby. He wants you back, and I know it may take a while, and it may seem like he’s the same, but he’s not. I trust him more than I ever did, and that’s saying something.”

“What do you think I should do?” You wonder. “You always know what’s best for me. i mean, you introduced me to Isaac, you told me all the bad things Theo did and told me to talk to him, and we’ve been best friends for four years. I trust you more than anyone.”

Scott glances back to the front of the house, seeing Theo peer around the house, clearly listening to your conversation and watching your body language. He smiles and listens to Theo’s heartbeat. It races with nerves and his breathing is staggered.

“I think you should do what would make your heart happy. How have you felt without him?” You think for a moment, running over the past few months in your mind, forgetting how incredibly radiant you were when he was first gone. Recently, you’ve been missing him and longing for his comfort.

Nights were the hardest. He was always there for you when you had nightmares or couldn’t sleep due to anxiety. As much as you enjoyed him being gone at first, after a while, you wanted him back solely to be there for you when you needed calming down at night.

“Sad, happy, heartbroken, lost, glad I wasn’t being manipulated.”

“And how did you feel with him, during the summer?” A small smile appears on your lips.

“Joyful, carefree, warm...cared for.” Scott’s grin only widens as you finally admit and show what you want, deep from your heart.

“I think you belong with Theo. He may have hurt you and deceived you, and lied to you about his intentions but seeing you so happy for the first time since Isaac left, it was wonderful. Your heartbeat was always racing when you were with him, your chemo signals always signaled that you were in love. I know you loved Isaac, but you seemed different with Theo.”

“And that’s the worst thing! He was great the first few months we were together, until things with the pack got in the way and-”

“And I think that proves it. He never brought you into pack business, he never got you mixed up in his plan. The only reason things went down was because Stiles and I told you about what happened.” You pause and think about the statement. Sure, killing Scott affected you in terms of losing a friend for a short time, but Theo never asked you for information on Scott, Stiles, or Liam.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” Scott confirms. “Otherwise, you would have told me.”

“But-”

“Quit with the buts,” Scott laughs quietly. You grin and shake your head. “You’re making excuses. I’m not saying to trust Theo completely, but at least give him a chance.”

This long talk had pretty much made up your mind. As much as you hated Theo, Scott, convinced you he’s different. And you wouldn’t really know that unless you gave him the chance to prove so.

“I’m so glad I have you, Scott,” you whisper, tears forming in your eyes.

“And we’ll have each other in the fall at school. Now,” he hugs you tightly, rubbing your back, “go see him. He’s been peeking around the corner to check on us this entire time.” You giggle and thank Scott before running back to the front of the house.

Theo was just getting ready to leave when you called out to him. In the glow from the streetlight, you could see his cheeks were stained with tears.

“(Y/N), listen. I know you’re really against-”

“Shut up.” His face contorts in confusion for a moment, but when you run right towards him and jump into his arms, everything falls into place.

“I’ll give you a chance, Theo,” you mumble into his neck. He shakes slightly with cries, repeating ‘thank you’ over and over again.

“You really will?”

“Were you not listening in on our conversation?” He blushes, having been caught.

“I did for a little, but it felt wrong, so I kinda just watched your expression for the rest.”

“I’m not saying I’m going to fully trust you just yet, that has to be earned back. But, I do want to hear what you have to say, and maybe reconcile things and go back to the way we were before you killed my best friend?”

A smile slowly tugs at the corners of Theo’s lips as your words settle in. He wipes your tears away with his thumbs, but doing so makes him start crying again. He hates seeing you hurt because of him, and he hates knowing how much he put you through.

“Can I ask you one thing?” He wonders. You nod and grab his hands in yours.

“Can I kiss you?” You can’t help but giggle at the desperate tone in his voice. “I’ve wanted to ever since I got dragged underground. It’s the thing that kept me sane. Thinking about how sweet they always taste, how soft they are.”

You take matters into your own hands and lean up to kiss him. He giggles almost immediately, ecstatic to feel them again. He grabs your hips and holds you close, his tears eventually mixing with yours on your lips.

“So,” he breathes, pulling away. He tightens his grip on you, scared of losing you for a second time. “Can I see you tomorrow for a make-up date? I’ll take you to get ice cream and we can just talk.”

“Or,” you begin, kissing him once more, “you could stay the night, we could talk and catch up, and you could take me out for ice cream tomorrow?” Theo smiles and taps your butt cheekily.

“That sounds great. I really missed you, beautiful.”

“I missed you too, Theo.”

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lovetenya · 3 years

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✧ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚’𝐬 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

warnings: none.

word count: 3k

author’s note: this constantly switches between you and tenya dating at UA and typical married domestic life. i’m writing this during my break from my color series. i’m still writing it, and still going to finish it, don’t worry. also, if this is your alphabet prompt, i’m sorry for not crediting you! i don’t remember where this is from!

A - Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a person and about you?)

personality-wise, i think tenya would gravitate toward someone that is intuitive, trustworthy, and kind-hearted.

someone who isn’t going to tease about the things that hurt him, or question the things he holds nearest to his heart.

someone who would patch him up after a long day, help him with his arm, and hold his face in their hands.

someone who knows when to push, and when to release.

when to prod him with questions, encouraging him to share more, but not arguing and making him feel ashamed for his ambitions.

someone who will be gentle with him, and respect that he is a hero for all the right reasons and does it because he has to

i’m not doing physical appearance because it REALLY bothers me when people hc characters with a certain type.

to me, it feels like it’s made with the intention to leave people out, but...

do whatever you want, i guess.

B - Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why Not? How big?)

tenya definitely wants a family

i think he would have 4-6 kids, to keep it even have a big, strong family

he grew up with siblings and loves them to death, so it only fits that he would want the same thing for his kids

but he wouldn’t pressure his kids into being heroes or into doing anything related to hero work, because he can understand how intimidating and suffocating that expectation is

it scares him to think that he could get killed by a villain and have to leave them behind, but he does his best every day so that he can come home to you and all the little iidas

C - Cuddle (Do they like to cuddle? How do they like to cuddle most?)

honestly? i’m not really sure that tenya would like cuddling that much at first, but i think he’d do it for his significant other and it would grow on him.

i don’t feel like he’d be very cuddly or overly affectionate physically, but would do it to comfort and care for you.

i do think that he likes to hold you and keep you safe in his arms, so i do think that if you were gonna cuddle, he’d hold you close to his chest and wrap his arms around you so that he can press kisses to ur forehead (awww <3)

or he’d be the big spoon :>

don’t even kid yourself trying to be the big spoon, although he’s only 5′10″ i know that if you’re reading this you are NOT taller than him. don’t lie to me.

D - Date (Ideal date?)

tenya’s ideal date would be a quiet date away from others, maybe in a library for a study date.

OR A BOOKSTORE AND A COFFEE SHOP

oh my gosh and he’d carry your books while you keep walking around and looking at other ones

E - Energetic (How energetic are they?)

he’s up early for work, but comes home tired. he tries to stay up to talk after dinner, but as the days get longer, his energy wavers more.

i think he’s use to being up for long periods of time, but if he can relax, i think he’ll take that chance to fall asleep on the couch next to you.

F - Fight (How are they in a fight?)

if you’re fighting, he’s wants it to be fixed. he’s not interested in dramatics, or spite, or pettiness.

if he did something wrong, you know he’ll apologize profusely and try his best to give you space, if you need it. if not, he’ll comfort you and reassure you that he didn’t mean it that way, or that he didn’t think before he said it.

if you did something wrong, an apology will help. though sometimes the words hurt more than he’d like to admit, he believes you when you tell him that you’re sorry, and he’s willing to move on from it.

i don’t think there would ever be a real, blown up fight, because he’s not one to overreact. yes, there will be arguments on whether he’s being taken advantage of by the agency (he is) and he’ll assert that he doesn’t care, because it isn’t about him anyway.

G - Gifts (How do they feel about gifts? How do they give them?)

he doesn’t really see the reason for receiving gifts, because he isn’t materialistic in the slightest. he’d rather you give him your all and your love than a tangible gift, but he won’t refuse anything

that’s rude

he grew up with everything he needed, so he never developed emotional attachment to items, but he loves giving them to other people and seeing how his small generosity can cause so much happiness in others

he’s definitely a meaningful and thoughtful gift giver, and puts a lot of effort into it to make sure it’s perfect

H - Honesty (How honest are they? Do they keep secrets?)

he’s incredibly honest, but will sometimes downplay his physical pain so that you don’t worry about him

he’s not going to lie and say “it doesn’t hurt at all!” but i can definitely see him acting tough and saying “it was just a scratch” when he actually got stabbed or something HAHA

(i hate when people only characterize him in relation to his family and how he has a heightened sense of honor, because that’s only a part of who he is. he’s not honest or heroic just because of his family, he does it because it’s the right thing to do. by making honor his only personality trait, you’re kind of playing into a false stereotype, and i’m not gonna call you what i want to call you, just know that your bad writing in your simplification of the culture as a whole is genuinely annoying to me in that aspect)

...

moving on

he doesn’t have any reason to keep secrets from his significant other. he wants to be able to trust you with anything and have you trust him right back, so he’s an open book for you.

if you ask him, he will tell you, regardless of what the question is

I - Injury (How do they react if you get injured?)

IT DEPENDS HOW IT HAPPENED

if you hurt yourself around the house and it wasn’t serious, he’d make sure you were okay and then laugh, saying “you should really be more careful.”

but if it was serious, (say, villain related?)

J - Jealousy (Are they the jealous type? How do they deal with it?)

he’s not the jealous type, because he isn’t insecure and trusts you too much to suspect anything like cheating

i think if you were trying to make him jealous, he’d ask why you were doing that when you knew he’d give you affection whenever you want. he’s just confused.

K - Kiss (Their favorite way to kiss you?)

his favorite way to kiss you is away from others. pda isn’t his thing.

iida knows his strength, so he’s gentle.

he’ll lift your chin with his hand and press soft kisses to your lips and cheeks

or he’ll hold your face in both of his hands and bring you real close

(you can put your hands on his chest)

(he likes it)

L - Love Confession (How did they confess their love?)

he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he tried to be as respectful as possible

i think uraraka and midoriya would scout and interrogate you to see if you like him first

“WHAT’S HIS FAVORITE COLOR, Y/N? DO YOU KNOW?”

as if that’s an indicator

i think he’d give you a letter confessing because he was afraid his presence would be too intimidating for you to give a real answer

it would be very sweet and to the point

M - Mean (What are they like when they’re mean? Is it common?)

when he’s mean, it’s because he feels like he’s not meeting expectations or fulfilling his goals and he gets frustrated

it really isn’t about you but your distractions certainly aren’t helping his focus

i don’t think he’d full on yell at you, he’d just get pissy and ask you to “please let me get my work done”

it’s not really common, because he’s not usually behind on his work

N - Nicknames (Do they have nicknames for you? What are their favorites for them?)

i can’t see him do any of the goofy or overly affectionate ones like.. baby or something

probably just sweetheart, darling, my love, etc. or your first name bc even that feels like a lot to him

??? i don’t really know what he’d call you

but i think it’s cute to call him tenya, ten, honey, baby, etc.

he needs to be taken care of so just anything sweet and i think he’d be flustered

and ingenium (because it would annoy him HAHA)

O - Open (How long did it take for them to open up to you?)

i think that he’d hold back for the most part until he’s sure you’re serious about him and you’re not going to make fun of him for his deepest feelings

if he’s dating you, he expects that he’s able to trust you, so i think he would be relatively easy in opening up to you

P - Proposal (How would they propose? Would they propose at all?)

WOOOOOOOO

he would propose. duh.

he would plan it months in advance and have the perfect ring picked out for you, but he could barely wait to propose

i don’t think he’d propose on a dating anniversary, because that day is supposed to be special on its own, and he doesn’t want to take away from that

i think he’d take you out to dinner, and have the ring in his pocket, but wait until you got home to propose so that everyone in the restaurant wouldn’t make a scene about it

you’re confused when he holds two items behind his back and asks you to choose which one you wanted first

he’s not usually playful like this, but you play along

you pick the ring first, and he suggests that you pick the other one

it’s three roses (that means “i love you”)

shameless self promo... i talked about that in another one where tensei says that iida should get you that for valentine’s day, finally tenya listened

and then when you ask “what’s in the other hand?”

he gets down on one knee

congrats, honey <3

Q - Quiet (What are quiet moments like with them?)

i have a draft on this waiting for me to work on it, but sure i’ll give you something

quiet moments with tenya are comfortable.

sitting under a blanket together on the couch while he types away at his laptop

the look on his face when you take the first bite of dinner together, and he was nervous to try the new recipe, but you were sure it’d be okay

how he always, always, waits for you to finish eating before he gets up to start cleaning up dinner

(he’ll compliment your cooking even if you think it turned out awful)

(even if it did, he doesn’t know how to use a potato peeler, so he can’t really say much in that department)

the quiet moments of intimacy where he hands you a jar of spices that comes next on the recipe

or where he tucks your hair behind your ear

or bends down to tire your shoe for you

R - Rainy Day (What are they like in the rain?)

he holds the umbrella with his left hand and your hand in his right

makes sure you don’t get wet, and tries not to let his glasses get wet

tenya would kiss you in the rain, but under the eave of a building or an overhang where he can do it the right way.

S - Sad (How do they handle their sadness? How do they react to yours?)

he handles his sadness by writing in a journal or he likes reading books from his younger days to make him feel better

he bottles his emotions, but not because he wants to, he just accidentally neglects his emotions because he’s too busy with other things

i think he would talk to you about it if you asked, but he wouldn’t bring up his emotions

if it was you?

he would react very kindly to your sadness, and he would try to be as comforting as possible without forcing you to talk about it

but of course he’d listen if you wanted to, and offer his support and advice if you wanted it

he would drop everything for you, putting his pen down the moment he sees your eyes brimming with tears

and he’d pull you to his chest and whisper words of adoration and hold you until you feel better <3

T - Time (How long did it take for you to get together?)

maybe like three months to start dating while the two of you were at UA, just because he wanted to make sure you were interested in him before he came on too strong

he would ask you to be his sparring partner just so that he could compliment you <3

he’d let you win that day, but would NEVER admit that regardless of how long you’ve been together/married

he just says that you bested him that day, so he’s been the best for you ever since

damn, that was cheesy, tenya.

love is super gross

moving on

U - Unique (What’s an interesting thing about them that not a lot of people know about?)

i can either go super angsty with this one or just go normal

hm. i’ll spare you.

not a lot of people know that tenya plays the piano!

he learned when he was young because his parents insisted it would make him more well-rounded, but he quit taking lessons early on and just taught himself from then on

he likes the predictability of music, and how really it’s just a pattern if you think about it, it’s just where to and where not to play

someone requested that i write the angst version, and you can find it here !

V - Value (What are some of the things they value most in life? value most about you?)

he values respect, integrity, and dedication.

he cares that you respect him and everything he works for, but encourages you to let him know if you ever notice a hint of self-interest in his hero work

he doesn’t want to ever become a corrupt hero and lost his integrity

he values your honesty and your ability to make everything more fun

he finds fun in quiet, intimate moments, but he loves how you still find him in the loud, chaotic moments, and make sure he’s okay.

he also values the fact that you’re so understanding of how important hero work is to him, and how he has to put his life on the line.

you know that he has to stay at the agency or on patrol late sometimes, but you’d never ask him to stop, because you know he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if someone was left unprotected because he was home

W - Wildcard (random fluff headcanon)

i don’t know i saved this one for last

i just wrote 25 others though, why don’t you read those?

kidding...

tenya loves dad jokes because they’re meant to be taken literally and he loves seeing the disappointed look on your face

“honey, do you want to help me with dinner? i’m hungry.”

“hi, hungry, i’m tenya iida, also known as in-”

“STOP”

“it’s always lovely to meet my admirers! i hope to inspire many great heroes!”

but he hates puns and will sigh deeply without laughing at all

“that was awful, y/n.”

“HAHAHA”

X - XO (Are they affectionate with hugs and kisses? If not, are they in other ways?)

at ua, he’s not really affectionate with hugs and kisses yet

he’ll show affection by patiently going over that stubborn math problem again and not getting upset when you ask him to repeat the formula again

or he’ll remember to ask you about the plotline in the book you’re reading or how your favorite show is going

and he’ll offer to buy your lunch or bring you a special snack from his secret supply in his room :)

as your relationship progresses, he’s more physically affectionate behind closed doors, but it’s not a common thing and he isn’t clingy about it

when you’re married, he’s also affectionate in other ways, like he’ll do meal prep for you to make dinner easier for you to make, because he knows it’s hard to wait for him to get home and eat so late

or he’ll do that laundry you’ve been too busy to get to

he’ll go all out every once in a while, but he knows making life a little easier and a little sweeter sometimes sticks with you

Y - Yearn (How do they deal with yearning?)

he didn’t yearn for you for long at UA, because he just... realized he had a crush and then decided to pursue you, but i’m sure it was hard to get over the initial “oh, shoot” of realizing he has a crush when he’s at UA to become the best hero he can be

he feels his love for you more intensely than he’s ever felt love before, and he’s not exactly sure what to do with your name constantly plaguing his mind.

i think he’d work a little harder in school and in training because he wants so badly to have a good, long life with you, and for everything to be perfect

he’ll get what he wants, because he works hard for it, and you’re willing to support his dreams

Z - Zen (What makes them calm?)

quiet evenings, quilts, candles, cooking together, soft music playing in the backgroud, looking at photos from your wedding, daydreaming about your future together, reading, and coming home to you after a long day.

✧ hope you liked this! it was super fun to write and it was cool to think about tenya in all of these different ways.

love, tj 🦢

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