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thebsunit · 4 years

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Potential by @thebsunit

A Teen! Reader x bau team fic

After spending some time with your Zio Rossi, you see Morgan and JJ sparring and ask for a two on one training with them

A/n

Hey! So this is my first fic, and I'm really excited to share this with yall! This idea came up when @stxrryspencer posted and was like “what teen!reader x bau fic should I write?” And I commented a million times and this was one of those comments! So check there's out too! I’m not sure when it’ll be out but soooo much of their writing is good! We had the same basic idea but wrote it differently :) so that's cool! There are a few words that aren't in English (Italian) so I'll add a little translation index and author's notes at the end.

Potential by @thebsunit

Word count: 3132

“I'm nervous,”

“Don't be,” Spencer told you “besides-”

“Okay but what if Morgan beats the absolute crap out of me,” you interrupted “I asked for a sparring session! He's strong,”

“Don't be nervous, Y/n,” Emily consoled over a sip of coffee “Morgan probably won't go easy on you. And neither will JJ. But there's a difference between beating somebody up and being pushed past your limits so you'll be able to grow,”

“And besides,” Spencer continued, “In the not at all likely possibility that Morgan beats the absolute crap out of you. Rossi will definitely kill him,”

That much was true, and you pondered over it as Emily gave you pointers. Which flew right over your head.

You, Spencer, and Emily were spending some quality time together while your Zio Rossi was in a meeting with Hotch. It wasn't a secret that JJ and Morgan were the most athletically inclined out of the team, you knew that after watching a take down (albeit from the safety of the polie cruiser) and seeing Morgan pin the unsub to the ground while JJ pulled out a pair of handcuffs. It was impressive, and you wondered if they had somehow managed to chase the unsub to where you were so you could see everything up close and personal. Later that night, you had asked your Zio Rossi if a training session with the two of them would be a possibility. He said yes, and texted the two of them. Who had enthusiastically agreed.

Now you were having a coffee with Emily and Spencer. Telling them you had a training session with them the next day, followed by a sparring session that the team was invited to watch.

“So if there's JJ and Morgan, then you..” Spencer pondered aloud “Who are you fighting with? Surely it's not going to be a two on one battle, that wouldn't be fair at all,”

“Oh! No no, not at all,” Emily and Spencer both looked relieved “What JJ said is that she'll be my personal coach during the spar, not fight. So like.. she'll yell out encouragement and tips and stuff,”

“So it is like a two on one battle!” Emily said

You snorted into your coffee “Yea, I guess. Just not in Morgan's favor,”

“Serves him right! Hey, y/n, just for me, make sure to give him a nice sucker punch in the-”

“Reid!” Emily yelled while you shouted “Spencer!” at the same time

“Kidding, kidding! I’m kidding!” Spencer said as you pelted empty sugar packets at him.

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“Are you nervous?”

Penny was driving you to the boxing gym that your “personal trainers” frequented often. There was a boxing ring, too, and you had briefly wondered if you should have borrowed a pair of gloves.

“Not really. At least not in the sense that you think I would be. I have the training, and then I’m gonna spar with Morgan. I’m more nervous I’m gonna make a fool of myself in front of people I look up to,” you explained, tightening your ponytail. Which was a nervous habit you had adopted “ask me again in three hours when I'll actually box with Morgan,”

She laughed and glanced over at you before blowing a kiss to the pair of pink fuzzy dice hanging on her rear view mirror “There! A bit of luck for you, darling”

“Thanks, Penny,”

You looked down at your knuckles and at the roll of athletic tape that JJ told you to bring. You felt the car come to a stop and looked up to see a bright red fitness center sign.

“You’re here, sweet cheeks! Wanna text Morgan and JJ you’re here? I think they’re inside warming up a bit. Maybe pulling a few strings to get the place cleared out for fight night!” Penny sensed your nervousness and bought you a few seconds to put it off before you walked in

“Yea, I’ll text them right now,” you said and pulled out your phone. Texting the groupchat with you, JJ, and Morgan that has been dubbed “the number one rule of fight club..”

The number one rule of fight club...

Y/n: Hey, I’m here!

JJ: Awesome! Come on in, Morgan got us a private room by flexing at the receptionist

Morgan: Hey! With guns like these, I can’t just let them go without use.

Y/n: Hahaha. Okay, I’m coming in right now. I’m in a blue tank top and leggings if you see me before I see you

JJ: Great, if you get lost ask the receptionist for directions

Morgan: And don’t hesitate to name drop me, you never know what perks you’ll get if she knows you’re with a god like me ;)

You laughed and grabbed your bag, letting Penny read the thread while you got yourself together.

“Okay! Let’s go. I’m going, I’m gone!” You yelled over your shoulder at Penny once she passed your phone back to you.

“Okay, love you!” She responded, blasting Eye of the Tiger from her car window as she drove away.

You squared your shoulders and walked in. The smell of sweat overpowering your senses. Almost immediately you didn’t know where you were going. So, begrudgingly, you went up to the blonde receptionist who looked way too energetic.

“Um, hi. Do you know where the private rooms are?”

“Hi, gorgeous! I’m Abby, which room number are you going in to?” She practically yelled at you

“Aw crap. I don’t know which room number it is,” You internally panicked

Then you remembered that Morgan said you could name drop. He probably didn’t give you the number just for that reason

“Sly, dog..” you thought

“Um.. I’m not sure but I’m here with Morgan? Derek Morgan,” you corrected yourself then saw Abby start blushing and leaned over to you

“Oh, Derek, what a handsome young man! Of course, you’re in 2B. Can I get you a water? They’re usually a buck, but if you’re with Derek I’ll let a few ‘go lukewarm’” She whispered the last part and winked at you.

You smiled. Morgan sure did have something different that got all the ladies to swoon.

“Yes, please, that would be wonderful. I’ll tell Morgan, that you gave us some,” You collected the water. Condensation pooling on your fingertips and yelled over your shoulder “Thank you, Abby!”

She winked at you again and pointed you in the direction.

“Hi guys,” you smiled nervously and held out the waters “Abby gave us waters, I may have name dropped you, Morgan,”

“Haha, nice!” Morgan walked over and gave you a high five “Thank you, Abby,”

“Hi, y/n, want me to wrap your hands for you?” JJ asked

“Yes, please,”

You sat down on a bench and held out your hands, unsure whether to put your palms up or down and trying to ignore the obvious tremor in them.

Apparently palms up was the correct placement as JJ gently, but securely, wove the tape through your fingers. “So what we're gonna do today is just teach you some of the basics in boxing. That’s what Morgan and I have been properly trained in, and what I think is the most fun-“

She was cut off by Morgan

“Hey, doll face, are you shaking?” He grabbed one of your hands in his own “Don’t be nervous, y/n. We're gonna teach you first. We wouldn't just throw you to the wolves. And even when we do box it out,” he mimed a duck and upper cut “with JJ giving you pointers I’m sure you’re gonna do fine. Even if you don’t manage to beat me,”

“Yea, Y/n. You’re gonna do great, I promise,” She finished taping up your hands and stood up “Okay. We’re gonna teach you the basics in boxing, and then some cardio to get your blood pumping. After we have the ring to ourselves! I'm friends with the owner, so James said we could stay late,” JJ whispered the last part to you

“Learning, cardio, practice, go, got it,” you looked up eagerly at JJ and bounced on your toes “which moves first?”

——-

You genuinely had no idea how Morgan still seemed to be full of so much energy. He was bouncing on his toes and had a look of fire in his eyes as he danced around in front of the mirror. You looked over at JJ who was on her phone.

“Y/n?” She called to you

“Mhm?”

“Spencer and Emily want to know if they could come watch us. Garcia said she'll be here in spirit but she loves you and Morgan too much to see either of you at each other,”

You laughed at Garcia's reasoning “What about Hotch? And Zio Rossi?”

JJ frowned “They really wanted to come, they swear, but Strauss called them in for a last minute meeting. Something about paperwork. They say they're so sorry, but if you let Spencer and Emily come they want them to film it?”

You tried not to let the relief show on your face. It was your dream to work in the FBI and if Hotch, someone with an incredible amount of power (at least to you), saw you get absolutely clobbered you weren't sure if you could ever go back. At least with your pride.

“That's okay!” You said “Tell Spencer and Emily to come! If Abby's still working ask if they can bring some more waters down, I'm worried I might need the coldness for a makeshift ice pack,”

You didn't want Morgan to hear how nervous you were. It worried you that he might go easy on you when you needed him to push your limits.

“Got it! I'll text them right now,” JJ turned back to her phone and you watched Morgan hype himself up “Rossi said we can have dinner with everyone at his place, and Spencer and Emily are 10 minutes away,”

“Awesome sauce, thanks JJ,”

“Anytime,”

You unwound your tape, JJ said it would be good to stretch your hands, and you flexed your fingers. Yelling over your shoulder that you were going to the bathroom.

“One last nervous pee, I got this,” you whispered to yourself

It was about a half hour or so after closing, but the bathrooms were still open. You looked yourself up and down in the mirror and took a breath to steady your nerves. While you were studying your posture JJ walked in.

“Hey, Morgans already in the ring. Emily and Spencer are there too. I'm gonna give you some pointers, okay?”

You nodded. Splashing your face with cool water and watching JJ through the mirror reflection.

“Okay. I think this goes without saying but no hits below the belt, no matter how much Reid paid you off,” you laughed out loud and nodded your head “Alright. I'm gonna be telling you pointers but really you're the one in the ring. You're the one that gets final say, does that make sense Y/n?” You nodded your head “Great. So if you want to do something I didn't tell you to, that's totally okay. And I'm not going to be choreographing your entire fight. This isn't a dance routine. Just tips, does that make sense?”

“Mhm, yea. Keep going,”

“Excellent. This is a one round kinda thing, just whoever taps out first loses. I've never really hosted my own boxing match so we're all learning today!”

You nodded. Getting hyped up.

“Alright. I'm gonna walk you out, you got this. I believe in you. Kick some sweet sweet Morgan Ass,”

“Deal,” You responded.

You walked out of the bathroom and into the ring, seeing Morgan taping up his fingers, and you mirrored his actions. Once your fingers were taped up you flexed them, and pulled on your boxing gloves.

“Ready?”

You looked over at JJ and winked “Ready as I'll ever be,”

You climbed into the ring, and into the corner across from Morgan who winked at you. You smiled smugly back and looked over at Spencer and Emily, blowing them a kissy face and a smile.

JJ called to start the match and you went over to Morgan, keeping your fists up and close to your face. You let Morgan take the first hit and you dodged it, going for a jab on his torso. You hit him and heard your “fans” cheering for you. You fought the urge to look over but in your distraction, Morgan got a cross punch on your torso. You felt the hit but with your adrenaline pumping, if anything, it got you more fired up. Morgan paired his cross punch with a jab. JJ kept yelling encouragement so you wouldn't let go but combined with her yelling, your fan club, and the blood rushing through your ears it all went in one ear and out the other

“An effective 1-2...” Flitted briefly in your mind. And your eyes went to his. Open face.. “Rookie mistake!”

He left his face unprepared for just a second too long and you took the hit. You threw a hook across his face and Morgan went down. Obviously not seeing just how vulnerable he left himself.

“Oh shit!” Emily yelled and you dropped your stance immediately.

“Morgan! Oh crap, Morgan Morgan Morgan!” You held your hands up to your face. Not to shield yourself, but out of shock (and maybe a little bit of pride) at your hit. “Morgan Morgan, Morgan I am so sorry! Oh my god are you okay?” You looked over at JJ who looked incredibly impressed and then over at Spencer and Emily. Who had definitely just passed a ten dollar bill between them.

“Doll face,” Your eyes snapped to Morgan “Y/n, I'm okay. That was a good hit, I didn't realize how good you were at boxing! And you swear you've never taken classes?”

You smiled. Glad that he was okay “I haven't-” a thought crossed your mind “Holy smokes did I win!”

A playful groan passed Morgan's lips. And JJ stepped into the ring to announce Morgan's defeat.

“Holy crap I won! I beat Derek Morgan SSA of the FBI in a boxing match!” You laughed out loud and JJ held up your hand in a proper victory stance. “Spencer! Emily! I won!”

Emily and Spencer both laughed and gave you a high five. You glanced over and saw Morgan pressing a still cool water bottle to the side of his face.

Morgan walked his way over to you and that was really when you felt bone dog tired. “Good job, kid,” He smiled and put his arm around your shoulder taking a look at the group “Can't believe a teenager rocked my shit..” he almost mumbled to himself.

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“Oh my chocolate thunder..!” You heard Penny yell. Once she saw Morgan’s face her shock was well written “Does it hurt?”

Penny went to fetch him a fresh bag of frozen peas, when you popped up. Already holding a steadily defrosting bag of frozen veggies.

“I actually think his ego is a lot more bruised than his eye. Hi penny. I hope you aren't too upset that I hurt Morgan..” you trailed off. Now worried that you were going to make her upset.

“Oh not at all, my little boxing champion! This nice tall glass of water can take a hit, I'm proud of you, y/n/n, really,” Penny smiled at you and took a reach for your veggies

You gave them to her with a smile and waved goodbye. Off to see how your Zio was doing.

“Passerotto!” Your Zio Rossi spotted you before you did and engulfed you in a hug. He pressed a kiss on to your forehead and smoothed a bit of your hair back against your head “I saw what you did to Morgan! I asked Emily if they got a video but they said they were so wrapped up in the atmosphere they weren't able to. But I think you can elaborate enough for us, no?”

You smile and shook your head “In all honesty, I barely even remember. I guess the adrenaline in it all really got a way from me,” What actually happened was you were way too embarrassed to go into detail about you clocking one of Hotch’s finest co workers in front of him “I bet Spencer could help you fill in the blanks!”

“You know, Y/n..” Hotch said “I didn't know you were able to pack such a punch. If it would be okay with your parents and Uncle here, I have a friend that runs a self defense clinic at the Academy if you'd like some more work. I think you'd be a nice fit,”

With Hotch being a man of few words (and even fewer emotions) his slight compliment filled you with pride. “Thank you, Hotch” you smiled at him “I didn't know I had it in me either! I'll ask my parents about the clinic, but I doubt I'd stay long enough here to be a valuable member. Maybe as a summer program!” You added

Zio Rossi's oven’s beeping cut you off short. He went to tend to his lasagna, your favorite, and waved you all to seat yourselves at the table. You found yourself sandwiched between Spencer and Emily at the circular dining table. Out of all the dining areas in your Zio Rossi's mansion, this was your favorite for family meals. You were able to really look at one another. With your company next to you, you felt a little short and maneuvered yourself so you were sitting on your legs. Giving yourself an extra few inches of height that made you look a lot more sophisticated if you do say so yourself (which you did). Spencer glanced at your wiggling and wrote you a note in the little journal he always kept with him.

“I used to do the same thing,” it read and you looked at him and smiled as he winked.

Almost like magic Zio Rossi appeared holding a very large dish with a gorgeous lasagna in it. You were passed the salad bowl and filled your plate with it. Careful not to let it touch with your other side dishes. You took a sip of lemonade from your wine glass that matched Spencer's. Spencer didn't drink and neither did you. (Although often you would steal a sip of your Zio’s glass “as long as you don't tell your parents,”)

“So Morgan..” your Zio Rossi started once everyone's food was dished out “How does it feel to get.. pardon me if I phrase this wrong, but, absolutely served by my nipote?”

The table erupted with laughter and you found yourself again beaming with pride.

“Hey I gotta say, the kids got potential.” Morgan smiled and held out his glass to you “To Y/n!”

“To Y/n!” The rest of the table cheered.

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Translation Index and Author's Note

Hey! Thank you soooo much for reading! I'm really proud of this, and I hope you guys like it! Always open for requests and critiques!

Zio - Uncle

Since the reader was probably brought up with some Italian, they refer to Rossi, their uncle, as Zio. Which is Italian for Uncle. While the rest of the team just calls him “your uncle Rossi” they understand Zio but never really fit right with them. It's yours and your Zio Rossi's little thing

Nipote - Niece/Nephew

Nipote is a gender neutral term for niece or nephew. It can be distinguished with further describing words (Ex. “Mia Bella nipote”, my beautiful niece or “Mio nipote” my nephew) it's like Spanish!

Passeretto - Little Sparrow

Passeretto is a name used by someone's “Guardian” when their younger influence is growing up and “spreading their wings” (like a Sparrow). I used this as Zio Rossi's affectionate nickname because the reader is learning/learned how to properly box.

Again, thank you so much for reading. It really means a lot! ¡Besitos!

~Romeo

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Do you have a pair of Beat headphones? I used to have a pair. I mean it’s still around in my closet, but it’s completely broken now with the cable all given out and the cushion for the left ear has been missing for a while. I just don’t have the heart to throw it out because it was my absolute favorite pair of headphones that gave me good memories during a particularly shitty time in high school.

How was your week? A little better. I’ve gotten into the groove at work so I’m no longer shy when it comes to asking questions and giving inputs, and I’ve gained a better grasp of the workplace’s dynamic so it’s also been easier to communicate with people. Heavy life stuff is still around and it won’t be leaving for a while, but they were easier to ignore this week.

Are any of your electronics not working properly at the moment? Not really, but my phone’s charger cable recently stopped working. I have a backup that I’m using at the moment and while it’s able to charge my phone, it’s starting to fray and I’m not feeling too good about the wires that I’m starting to see hahaha. I just don’t know how to take care of my cables, guys. Anyway, this question made me paranoid so I took a few minutes to wrap a shit ton of electrical tape on the frayed area so I think it’s all good for now.

Are you excited to pick out your wedding dress one day? I like thinking about my wedding but I truthfully dread the wedding gown part. I’ve never been able to decide what look and style suits me best and I’ve just never been good at determining things like that. I like to imagine that I’d leave that bit to whoever my maid of honor will be, because I’d definitely prize a second opinion more than my own.

When was the last time you felt relieved? Yesterday, 6 PM when I exited the last Google Meet for the day. It was a Friday night and it meant my work week was over :)) I mean I love what I do, but Friday nights will always hit differently.

Does it bother you when an artist remakes a song that one has previously done? I wouldn’t say it bothers me but covers are definitely a hit or miss for me, with way more misses than hits. Nothing wrong with acts putting their own spin on an already existing song, but I’m personally the “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it” type when it comes to music.

What brand of chapstick do you use? I don’t use any mainly because I’m bound to lose them within a week. Same goes for other care products.

Do you really think someone could be perfect? No. Everyone has their flaws and that should be okay to acknowledge.

When was the last time you cried? Wednesday, I think. It’s been three days! I’d count that as an achievement. But idk, my sadness comes in waves so I shouldn’t be celebrating too early. I’m sure I’ll feel a pang soon and be crying again over the weekend.

What’s a food that you like every once in awhile but not often? Cake. Too sweet and rich; I wouldn’t enjoy eating it every day. What letter is the song you’re listening to under? Not listening to music, but I have a YouTube video on.

Would you rather visit the 60s or 70s? 60s would be the lesser evil, I guess. I would NOT want to live through Martial Law in the 70s...I originally wasn’t even going to go with 60s because I think the world was a bit chaotic at the time, but I think my country was mostly unaffected by the political/cultural things happening then so it’s whatever.

Are you the type of person that enjoys getting hugs? I don’t actively seek them out but it feels nice when someone likes me enough to extend their arms out to me for a hug. I haven’t been hugged for a while and I feel kinda empty.

Do your socks say anything on them? I think some of my socks have the brand name on them but that’s it.

Name a TV channel that only has three letters in it. AMC.

Have you found out who your true friends are? For now, yes.

Gray or Grey? I use both spellings for no particular context. I simply like changing it up lol.

Will you be buying concert tickets any time soon? LOL of course not. And I’m very picky when it comes to concerts that I choose to attend anyway, so I doubt I would’ve bought any tickets in the last six months even without Covid unless it was for Paramore or Beyoncé.

Have you seen the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Did you like it? Nope, but everyone was hyping that movie up when it came out. It never really looked like my thing < Yeah pretty much. I feel like it’s such a teenage-y movie so I was never drawn to it. I also think it would be too triggering for my depression, so I’ve felt wary about checking both book and movie out.

Is there something you’d fall apart if you didn’t have? One of my biggest fears is to end up alone, so I always have to have some form of a support system to fall back into. I would be very lost if I didn’t have at least one person to rely on.

How many weddings have you been to? I can think of four off the top of my head. I was either a flower girl or a junior bridesmaid for all of those.

When you smile, are you confident? Most times I am; I like to smile. But sometimes I smile just to fake it and avoid any questions.

Have you ever not done something because you were afraid of getting in trouble? Yesss, all the time. I’ve always been all about following the rules and I’ve never seen the appeal in breaking them. That makes me sound boring but at least I’ve never gotten in serious trouble lol.

Was the weather beautiful today? For me it is, but only because I like the rain and cloudy weather. Others might find it bleak and sad, but I feel right at home.

Do you have to have a fan on when you sleep? Yeah, all year long.

Would you rather have an orange, red or gray bedroom? If I had my dream modern/brutalist home, grey would be soooo fucking perfect for the bedroom.

Would you ever dye part of your hair blue? I’m open to it, but I don’t think it’ll be a good match for my black hair as both are darker shades as it is. If I could dye my hair I’d pick lighter colors like green or even go all the way to blonde.

Have you ever gone to a private school? Yeah, from kindergarten all the way to high school. Private schools here typically give a better quality of education and they don’t give off the for-lazy-spoiled-kids vibe that I always hear from private schools in other countries, which makes them the norm for middle and upper-middle class families.

Is Finding Nemo a favorite movie of yours? I have other favorite animated movies, but that doesn’t stop me from loving Finding Nemo. :) I would always tune in for the whole thing if it were on.

Does/Did your school have a uniform? I had to wear one in my first school, but I didn’t need one for college.

Turn on the TV. What channel are you on? No TV where I am. I think my parents are watching a movie on their TV, but it’s on Netflix rather than a channel.

Does your house have security cameras? It does not.

Does a popsicle sound good right now? Eh, I guess it sounds fine but I’d rather have a pint of ice cream. I think that fits better with the weather and the mood that I’m in today.

What’s your favorite exercise workout? My weight training class last year was a lot of fun. I always felt dead after every session haha but I definitely felt healthier. I wish the semester had gone on longer just for that one class.

What’s your favorite thing to do? Lol I love doing many different things < Same lmao this question is so vague??? My favorite thing to do these days is binge-watch Rhett and Link content, but I like doing so many other things too.

What did you do for your 17th birthday? I was with Gabie that day and we went to a local art museum, as well as to a restaurant that she had wanted to take me to.

Does your local Walmart have benches in them to rest? We don’t have Walmarts.

Was your favorite stuffed animal really a teddy bear growing up? I never had stuffed animals. Well I was given a few of them as gifts, but I was never into them and they always ended up being owned by my sister.

If your house was haunted, what would you do? Not even think about it. Just show them that I couldn’t care less, lol.

Are you good at swimming? I can do a few strokes and am pretty good at treading, but I'm prone to panic-kicking when I can tell that the water is too deep.

What’s worse: Slow internet or slow walkers? Slow internet is such a pain in the ass. Shouldn’t even have to be an issue in 2020 anymore.

What is the rudest thing a guy has ever done to you? Cat-called, whistled at, winked at, lunged at. One good thing about this lockdown is that I haven’t had to deal with men as much as I used to. Do you sleep with the sheets tucked in or out? Well I only have one layer of bedsheet and it’s the one that covers up the mattress, so it’s tucked in by default. I have a blanket to cover me up when I’m cold.

What do you do to fall asleep faster? I find a few videos to watch as that tends to make me feel sleepy the quickest.

Do you carry a bottle of water wherever you go? I used to have a tumbler/water bottle in college but I forgot it at the gym one day and when I came back for it, somebody already stole it :( It was such a handy water bottle because it kept my water cold all day, so it sucks that I lost it. I’m planning to buy the same model again soon.

Are you afraid that one day you might get cancer? It doesn’t really run in my family save for one grand-aunt who had cancer, so I’m not too worried. But I’ve accepted the fact that it is at least a possibility.

Are you a fast or slow walker? I like being in the middle. Slow walkers are annoying so I try not to be one, and walking fast just reminds me of my mom and how quickly she walks at malls when she’s supposed to be spending time with her family lol.

Do you usually have to wear a belt with your pants? No. They all fit me just fine.

Does it bother you when people’s underwear hangs out? Eghhh, it really does. I know it shouldn’t but it really does. I just feel like it’s so invasive and it gives me a lot of secondhand embarassment.

Are you usually the person to try new things with your hair? Not really. I like staying safe with my hair. The most daring thing I’ve done with it is get bangs tbh, and I don’t plan on going any further than that.

When’s your birthday? April 21st.

What age do you look forward to reaching? I don’t feel that way about any age. Whenever I reach ultimate satisfaction and security will be a good enough age for me.

Name a state that begins with the letter M. Minnesota.

What’s the first thing you do after a car accident? Think about how to tell my parents. D:

What do you use to get rid of bad breath? Brush my teeth, drink water.

What exercise do you hate the most? Pull-ups.

What do you do at a party? Drink, socialize, tell stories, eat allllllll the food ha.

#survey #surveys

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slutforgoodliterature · 5 years

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Steve Rogers x Reader - Flustered

Steve doesn’t think you’ve noticed the lingering stares or the odd pants-readjustment whenever you guys trained together, but you have. And you’ve made it your mission to get Steve to act on it.

Warnings: (eventual) smut, teasing, clueless steve, angst, virgin!Steve, first time

Hold onto your hats coz this is a long one! (but all the juicier...)

He thinks he’s being subtle, bless him, but you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes would linger on you as you walked away, or how he would straighten up when you entered the room.

You especially noticed when he had to, ahem...self-adjust... after a one-on-one training session. You always had great banter, and sure, you had a major crush on the guy, but who didn’t?

It didn’t help that Natasha was certain he was into you too, but you never let yourself think that, lest you get hurt in the process.

But then one training session, everything changed.

You and Steve were sparring in the gym, your second favourite thing to do with him, directly after teasing. Sometimes you got lucky and could combine them both. Those were always the best nights, so that’s what you were doing.

“Come on, pretty boy. Show me what you got.” You smirked at Steve and beckoned for him to come at you with two fingers. He rolled his eyes at the nickname, but there was no malice behind it. You’d been calling him that since the first time you met him: when he pulled you out from beneath the rubble of a Hydra base in eastern France.

He shook out his shoulders and attacked, but you had him pinned instantly, his cheek pressed against the mat and his arms held by you behind his back. You huffed in annoyance.

“You never go hard with me. You’re not going to break me, you know.” He let out a strained laugh.

“My momma told me never to hit a girl.” He retorted, and you pushed down hard on his back in response, constricting his air flow.

“But what if it’s in self-defence? What would your momma say to that?” You countered, frustrated at the Captain’s composure that never seemed to slip.

“There’s no disagreement that cannot be settled with stern words.” He joked, knowing damn well that good uses of a well-aimed punch, but he still refused to give in to you.

Smirking, you leaned over his broad back until your lips brushed against his ear. “Well, what if I’m the bad guy, and I really want to hurt you?” You asked, feeling his muscles tense beneath you. “Heil Hydra.” You hoped it would tip him over the edge, but you weren’t prepared for him to suddenly flip the two of you until you were the one pinned under him.

He gripped your hands above your head with one hand, his other was gripping your jaw mercilessly. His hips pinned your own to the mat, and you could tell you weren’t the only one extremely turned on.

His wide eyes showed that he was also shocked at himself for losing his cool, but you were too ecstatic to care.

“That’s what I’m talking about! There’s the soldier I’ve heard so much about.” You grinned, and his hands on your wrists and jaw loosened.

“I...I’ve got to go.” He mumbled, pushing himself off you with great speed. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, exactly?” You questioned, sitting up on your elbows to fix him with a harsh glare. “Sorry that you are bailing out on our training, or sorry that you can’t even treat me with the same respect you treat everyone else?”

His mouth opened and closed as he tried to find an answer. “I do respect you, that’s the problem! I respect you too much to...” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair.

“What? Take me seriously?” You pushed, getting to your feet and stalking towards him. “You respect me too much to even treat me like an equal? Is it because I’m a girl? Is that what this is about?”

“What? No, Y/N-”

“Because you seem to have no issue sparring with Natasha... or even Wanda! So what is it, Steve?” You were so riled up at this point, you didn’t notice him becoming more and more frustrated and angry with each word that left your mouth. “What is your problem, big guy? What is your problem with me?”

You attempted to poke him angrily in the chest, but he grabbed your hand and tugged you closer, sending you crashing into his chest. His other arm snaked around your waist, holding you against him roughly.

“Stop putting words in my mouth.” He grunted, staring you down, but you didn’t relent.

“Make me.” You shot back, and with a growl, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his.

You barely had time to process what was happening before you could feel him pulling away. Unable to handle that, your arms unfroze and you wrapped your arms around his neck, rising onto your toes and pulling him flush against you.

As quickly as it began, he ended it by pushing you away, leaving you breathless as you stared after his retreating figure.

What the fuck just happened?

That was two days ago.

For two whole days, Steve had been avoiding you at all costs. He even went as far as ‘accidentally’ not inviting you to the team meeting this morning.

That was the last straw. You decided you were going to make him notice you.

“Stark’s hosting a thing tonight,” Natasha told you as the two of you took swings at one another. You tried not to think about the last time you were on this mat, with a certain someone...

“A thing?” You sounded unimpressed. Tony’s parties always ended up with someone drunk crying, usually Thor, and someone else dancing on the bar, also usually Thor.

“Yes, a thing.” Natasha reiterated, “And you’re definitely coming.” Her tone left no room for argument, but you thought you’d try anyway.

“You know what, I’ve got a book calling my name, and I would hate to keep them waiting-”

“Mr Darcy can wait, Y/N. There’s another man who is in need of straightening-up tonight.” Her remark caught you off guard and her fist ghosted your jaw.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You deadpanned, to which Natasha sighed.

“Look, all I know is that Steve walked out of your last training together with a massive tent in his pants-” Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened, “and that when I went past his room later that night, I could hear him...”

“LA LA LA LA...” You blocked your ears, too embarrassed and shocked to hear the rest of her story.

“...your name...”

“Ok! Enough!” You kicked out your leg, sweeping her feet out from under her and sending her tumbling to the ground.

“Jeez, ok! I’m done.” She assured you. “But you should still definitely come tonight.”

You pretended to struggle considering it, but the truth was: your mind had been whirring with a plan since she first mentioned it.

It’s show time.

“Y/N! I’m soooo happy you decided to come!” Tony slurred at you as you walked in, and you could tell by his rosy cheeks and glazed eyes that he had been on the drink for a while now.

“Yes, my sweet lady! You have graced us with your presence!” Thor swept out his hand in a grand gesture, sloshing his super-powered Asgardian drink onto Bruce, who did not look happy with that at all.

You saw Steve staring at you from the corner of your eye, but you ignored him and instead sauntered over to sit next to Thor.

“Looking good tonight, Y/N,” Sam remarked, taking in your cropped shirt and tight jeans appreciatingly. You sent him a playful smile, but not before you heard Steve let out an angry humph.

“Just tonight? You insult her!” Thor slurred, settling an arm across the top of the couch. You rolled your eyes at him, knowing it was definitely the alcohol talking.

You tried to source out Natasha but quickly realised she had let with Bruce to help him change after being doused in god-knows-what from Thor’s flask.

Hopefully, she would help him change out of his clothes, and then...

Your thoughts were cut off by Steve’s harsh gaze as you made eye contact with him from across the circle of couches and bean bags. However, you pretended you didn’t notice him.

“Let’s play a game,” Tony announced abruptly.

“God, how old are you?” Steve muttered.

“Younger than you, grandpa.” Tony retorted, making everyone laugh.

“And some people actually like having fun.” You added, daring Steve to respond. “Do you know what that means, Captain?” You taunted, to which he replied:

“Yes. I do.” Stiffly, he shifted in his chair to face the centre of the circle. “Let’s play.”

“Y/N, truth or dare or drink?” Sam slurred, having gleefully chosen ‘drink’ for his last four turns.

“Dare.” You giggled, feeling only the slightest buzz from the alcohol, but the overall atmosphere of the group was making you feel insanely light.

“I dare you...to give Steve a lap dance!” He declared, obviously thinking it was the smartest idea in the world.

“I second this,” Bucky chimed in, clapping a flustered Steve on the back. “Poor kid has never been blessed with a-”

“That’s okay!” Steve interrupted, “Y/N doesn’t have to do that.”

“Party pooper!” Tony roared.

“Come on, Steve, it’ll be fun-”

“I said that’s enough.” Steve shut down the protests with a glare, still nursing his glass of water. Sam, Bucky and Tony shut up, looking dejected.

“Alright then, Y/N, give one to Thor,” Sam added, to which Thor’s eyes lit up.

“Fine,” You stood up and turned towards Thor, “Guess this is just for you, my lord.” You joked as you began to straddle Thor, who looked like he had just seen the gates of heaven. “We all know Steve is afraid of fun.”

“Wait!” Steve’s voice rang out, halting you in your movements. You turned your head to see that Steve was looking at you with a pained expression. “I’ll do it.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Well, don’t sound so excited about it.” You grumbled. “You’re really not making me feel wanted, you know.”

“Yeah Steve, you missed your chance. She’s mine now-” Thor placed a large hand on your waist, but Steve’s loud voice stopped you once again.

“The dare was to give me a lap dance, was it not?” He argued, avoiding your eyes and stumbling over the words ‘lap’ and ‘dance’.

“He’s got a point, ya know?” Bucky pointed out, making you steel yourself and saunter over to Steve. Thor let out a sad sigh behind you, but all your focus was on the man in front of you.

And he wouldn’t even look at you.

“Eyes up, soldier.” You commanded, gripping his chin and forcing him to meet your eyes. You were shocked to see them so lust-blown and found yourself drowning in their ocean-blue.

“Are you two just gonna stare at each other or what?” Tony interrupted, jolting you out of your reverie.

“It’s too awkward. I can’t do it.” You said, suddenly feeling like the walls were closing in on you.

“You were ready to jump Thor a minute ago-” Sam chimed in.

“I said I can’t! Not here.” You stepped back from Steve and wrapped your arms around yourself.

“So go to Steve’s room. It’s just down the hall.” Natasha suggested, appearing out of the blue.

“When the hell did you even get here?” You cried, fixing her with a stink eye. She replied with a sly wink.

“I don’t mind,” Steve muttered so quietly that only you seemed to hear.

“See! Steve doesn’t mind! Off you trot.” Make that you and Sam heard.

Steve sought out your eye to see if you were ok with it and after you nodded, he stood up and the two of you made your way to his room.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn't do!” Natasha called out after you guys.

“Sweetheart, that’s not much.” Bruce’s words were the last thing you heard before Steve closed the door behind you.

“I’m not-”

“Just sit there.” You pointed to the loveseat in the corner of his room. Obediently, he sat, his arms pinned to his sides and his back rigid.

“You know, I didn’t get you in here for you to actually give me a lap dance.” He stated as you lowered yourself onto his lap, running a hand along his chest.

“What can I say, I’m a woman of my word.” You muttered, avoiding his eyes. It was so much more intimate just the two of you, and whilst you were usually happy to tease him, after the last incident, everything felt so much more real.

“Y/N, listen to me.” He gripped your hips tightly, stopping them from their slow sway.

“No, Steve, you listen to me.” This time, you were the one who gripped his jaw and held him in place. “I understand you’ve got some misplaced chivalry thing that means you can’t hit a girl, or whatever, but I’m sick of it. You have to trust that I can handle myself and that you won’t break me. Comprenné?”

“It’s not so much as a ‘not hitting girls’ thing as it is a ‘not hitting you’ thing.” He admitted, looking deeply into your eyes. You faltered, you grip slackening, but he didn’t move. “If I hurt you, even accidentally, I...” he shut his eyes solemnly and shook his head.

“As romantic as that is, pretty boy,” you leant your forehead against his, causing him to look back into your eyes. “You’re just going to have to deal with it. There’s no way you’re getting rid of me. Not now.” His eyes widened.

“But-”

“No buts.” You cut him off, running a hand through his hair softly. “You either have me completely as I am or not at all.” You could hear his intake of breath, but he answered without hesitation.

“You. All of you.”

With that, your lips crashed down to meet his, which he returned with equal force. Your hand began gripping his hair, causing him to groan and pull your hips towards him.

As you straddled him on the seat, you could feel him becoming more and more aroused, and you ground down into him. A moan tumbled from his lips.

“I want all of you, too.” You told him between kisses. You reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, leaving you marvelling his chiselled features. Yours followed soon after and he stared at you in awe.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N.” He praised and began trailing kisses along your collar bone to the tops of your breasts. You gripped his hair in both hands, unable to contain the little noises his mouth pulled from you.

After struggling with your bra for several moments, he eventually gave up and pulled back from your neck. “Get. It. Off.” He panted, and you happily obliged. Once you were bare before him, he dove back into your neck, kissing softly all the way down to your breasts.

For someone so damn old and inexperienced, he sure knew how to make a girl feel good.

“Jesus!” You swore as he circled your nipple with his tongue and used his fingers to knead the other. “Where did you learn all this?”

“Technology is a beautiful thing if used correctly.” His voice was muffled, but you couldn't help but laugh.

“You call watching porn using technology ‘correctly’?” You mocked, but your laughter quickly turned into moans as his hands travelled around your waist and down to your ass, where you gripped you tightly through your jeans.

“Well, there’s not exactly an encyclopaedia of ‘tips in the bedroom’ lying about.” He huffed so you grabbed his head and brought it back up to you.

“You could’ve asked me.” You pointed out. “This,” you gestured to your grinding bodies, “Could’ve happened ages ago.”

“I know.” He sighed, trailing a finger up and down your spine, sending shivers down your back. “But I’m an idiot.”

“At least you admit it.” You smirk before placing your lips back on his. One by one, the rest of your clothing articles disappear until all that’s left separating the two of you is the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.

You palmed him through the fabric, causing his hips to stutter into your hand. You loved seeing the effect you had on him: his flushed cheeks, his wide eyes, his swollen lips and the little noises that escaped from his perfect mouth as you continued to grind into him.

He had one hand fisted in your hair, and the other one around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

“I want these off.” You tugged impatiently at his underwear. He responded by picking you up from under your thighs and carrying you to the bed and placing you on it gently. After he removed his boxers, he crawled back on top of you, covering your body with his.

“I always wanted to know if that super serum worked on all aspects of your body,” You said, a little breathlessly, “I guess now I know.”

He chuckled at you, pushing your hair back from your face so he could place kisses across your temples, down your cheeks and following your jaw. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He groaned.

“Actually, yes.” You admitted, and his head shot up, eyes wide. “You’re not very subtle, pretty boy.”

He dropped his head onto your chest, completely embarrassed. “And here I was thinking I had mastered the art of subtlety.”

“You’ve got a long way to go, mon chéri,” You stroked the back of his neck tenderly, “You are lucky I find you so damn cute.”

With a renewed vigour, Steve returned to your lips and kissed you passionately, pushing you into the mattress. You slipped a hand between you and gripped his member, eliciting an obscene moan from Steve.

“I...I haven’t done this...before.” He murmured, avoiding your eyes, but you cupped his cheek with your other hand and guided his eyes back to yours.

“I want you as you are, no different, remember?” You reassured him, and he kissed you gratefully. With you guiding him, he was able to slowly slip into you.

His size was like no other you had experienced, so in a way, it felt like your first time all over again. He placed his arms on either side of your head and dropped to his elbows, covering your mouth with his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, inviting him in even further.

“Just... don't move for a second.” He groaned after you started writhing beneath him, feeling so incredibly full. You stilled and waited for him to begin thrusting.

“Mm...just like that.” You moaned as he drew back and slowly thrust back in, completely stretching you out. “Fuck, Steve.”

“Language.” He muttered, his brows furrowed and sweat gathering in his hairline. You couldn’t help but laugh, which he didn’t appreciate. A particularly hard thrust shut you right up, and after hearing your load moan, he picked up the pace and beginning moving a bit harder and faster.

“You feel...god!...incredible, Y/N.” He stuttered out, his eyes trained on you to gauge your reactions.

“It’s all you, baby.” Your back arched as he reached a place in you that you didn’t even know existed. “Holy...fuck!”

“I’m close, sweetheart.” He warned you and feeling the need to finish with him, you snaked a hand between you and began rubbing fast circles on your clit. He saw what you were doing and nudged your hand away. You were about to protest when he replaced it with his own hand, sending stars behind your vision.

Curses kept falling from your mouth as you both climbed to your peaks.

“Shit, I can’t-” Steve swore and if you weren’t in the middle of mind-blowing sex you would have pointed it out, but as it were, it went unnoticed.

“Let go, baby.” You groaned and he didn’t waste any time, spilling into you with an animalistic groan, the feeling of him finishing inside you and his talented fingers pushed you over the edge immediately after.

Your legs trembled around him as he continued to work you through your orgasm until you had to grab his hand to make the torturous sensations stop, lest you black out. He slipped out of you, making you feel suddenly empty, and placed a sloppy kiss of the corner of your mouth.

“Wow.” He breathed out after collapsing next to you, tucking your head under his chin.

“Wow.” You agreed, stretching out across his chest and intertwining your legs with his.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to make a move.” He sighed, running his hand through your hair. “If you can call being forced to receive a lap dance by my best friends ‘making a move.” He added with a chuckle.

“I should definitely send them some flowers.” You hummed in agreement. “Or a card.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Steve huffed, pulling you closer. You laughed and then smiled in contentment as you listened to the beating of his heart under your head.

“Does this mean you’ll actually train with me now?” You asked, stifling a yawn.

He thought for a bit, then answered: “Yes, I will.” He placed a chaste kiss to your hair, “But no promises it doesn't end with this.”

“I think I could work with that.” You sent him an adoring smile before the two of you drifted off in a peaceful sleep.

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All they needed (Non-binary Makoto x Ann fic)

Merry Christmas (Eve) Riley @nbmakoto! I was your Secret Santa for the @personasecretsanta2k17~ I wrote you a sweet fic about a night date between Makoto (non-binary as you asked, I hope I didn’t miss any wrong pronoun when proof-reading ;;) and Ann! Hope you like it!

Title: All they needed

Word count: 3k+ words

Pairing: Makoto Niijima/Ann Takamaki (hint to Akira Kurusu/Futaba Sakura)

Summary: Makoto and Ann decide to go to their first date after two months of being together. However, Makoto gets a bit greedy…

Makoto had never been so anxious in their life. Their job as the student council president trained them well enough not to be nervous in any situation… or at least, so they thought up to now. They were there, standing in front of a mirror, trying their best to select an outfit befitting of their first girlfriend. Truth be told, they thought she was the most beautiful being in the universe. The way her bright sapphire eyes sparkled every time they were together, the swaying of her golden pigtails, so childish yet so sexy, the way her slim body moved, especially when they were in the Metaverse and she had that skinny red outfit that did nothing to hide her beautiful forms. They thought they never did anything to deserve her. Yet one day, an ordinary school day in which they were absorbed in their school duties, she blessed them. She called Makoto to the rooftop, them alone, to tell them how she had felt all that time. Not only could they not believe she loved them, but for so long. From their first talk alone in the council room, if what she said was to be trusted.

But what struck them the most, was that when that HORRIBLE day they decided to be sincere and tell them that they were nonbinary, fearing greatly for their newfound love, fearing that everything they hope they found was on the brink of shattering… she simply accepted it, laughing with that adorable laugh of hers and telling them it was fine, because sex didn’t matter. After all, they were still Makoto. Probably that became, thanks to a love spell, because they couldn’t find a logical explanation no matter what they searched for it, the most beautiful day of their life.

Back to the present day, though, they were literally freaking out over what to wear. Would a cute dress be better then an elegant suit? Or maybe one of the normal outfit they wore when hanging out with everyone else? No, no, this was an important date! No way this is fine, Makoto told themself. It was a long struggle, but after what felt like infinity they managed to choose a good outfit. Not too elegant, but not too childish. Just like they were, they thought. Now they only had to get to Shibuya’s Station Square and wait for her girlfriend to arrive. Luckily she wasn’t like Ryuji, or who wonders how much they would have to wait for her arrival…

Funnily enough, though, waiting for her is exactly what happened. From the top of their perfectionism, and from what Akira tought them during their ‘training’ as a top rule for a date, they arrived precisely at the arranged hour. Not one second late, and not one second early. The problem was exactly their date. She was unnaturally late. Could it be that she forgot? No, that can’t be, Makoto reassured themself. She has always been so careful when it came to their relationship… It must be anxiety playing some tricks on her mind like it did on them. Minutes passed, and she still was nowhere to be seen. Worries started to pile up, and Makoto was gatting ready to take their cellphone out from their pocket… Only for the girl they were waiting for to suddenly appear, goofily running on her heels.

-Hey, Makoto! I’m soooo sorry I’m late! I was trying every dress in the wardrobe searching for the best one, and when I finally thought I chose the perfect one I realized I should already had taken the train!-

The girl tried to catch her breath, bowing in apology. Needless to say, Makoto was taken aback by their girlfriend’s formality.

-Oh, come on, there’s no need to apologize so vehemently. I’m just happy you’re here, Ann. I was actually getting worried, since you’re never late.-

The two shared an intense look, full of love and relief that none of them was angry with the other, followed closely by a sweet exchange of smiles. It was only then that Makoto finally noticed the girl’s outfit. She, too, didn’t opt for something too elegant. However, on her body everything managed to look better. They couldn’t tell if it was for her physique, for her curves, or simply because in their eyes their girlfriend was the most beautiful human being. The moment of adoration was broken, even if not so harshly, by the blonde’s sweet voice.

-Sooo… Shall we go now? I heard there’s a crèpe sale this night! I want to share one with you, since this is our first date! Oh, and I want to go to karaoke together! And to close, what about a visit to the Sky Tower?-

-You thought about all of this? I suddenly feel bad for not coming up with anything…-

Makoto frowned, not sure about what to think. Sure, they were relieved Ann came up with a nice plan for their night date… But at the same time, they felt like they should have thought of something. They should have asked Akira, since it was rumored he got a girlfriend too… He could have given them a nice insight into date spots. He was always so reliable, when it came to such things… On the other side, though, they concluded this was a task they had to do alone. Maybe some internet search, next time, could give them an idea or two. They would have definitely done that to satisfy Ann. It was the least to reciprocate.

-No need to! It’s just basic things for a first date! … I think. After all, I’ve never been to a ‘first’ date.-

Ann giggled, making Makoto blush more than necessary. She was really adorable when she giggled so carelessly… Moreover, even if she never had a date, she definitely was more knowledgeable than they were. One more reason to give their all to learn something on the topic.

Her idea, however, was gladly accepted, preceded by a quick stop to the diner in Central Street. It was dinner time, after all, and they were both hungry. Ann admitted, to Makoto’s surprise, that she didn’t have lunch because of the anxiety. It’s incredible what tricks a first date can pull… They both ordered a steak, and started talking about something trivial like the nice flavor it had, spending quite a lot of time on the topic. Ann wasn’t completely of Japanese blood, and she spent some time with her grandmother in Europe, when she was younger. It seems the steak really has a ‘grandmotherish’ feeling as they say, judging by what the girl happily told Makoto. The steak was followed by a cafè, strongly reminding them of their study sessions. The diner was a common meeting point for their group, and so it became a 'friendship point’ for all of them… However, being there just with Ann, instead than with the Thieves, even when doing something completely normal like drinking coffee, managed to transform such a common thing into a completely different happening. Such magic love has, both couldn’t help but think.

Once their dinner was over, gentlemanly payed by Makoto who wanted to treat her girlfriend, the two headed back in the street. It was finally time for Ann’s beloved crèpes, obviously full of cream and strawberries. She once told Makoto that’s the one kind she always brought to Shiho when she was hospitalized, so they reminded her of her friend. Truth be told, at first Makoto was kind of jealous of their friendship. They feared it could have become… Well, a relationship. But now, reassured of Ann’s true feelings, they had nothing to fear. Instead, they always felt undeniably happy, seeing the way her eyes lighted up in excitement, in expectance of seeing her friend again. It was truly a sight to behold.

However, sharing the crèpe didn’t last as long as Makoto would have wanted. Ann was nearly voracious, when it came to sweets. They were getting really greedy. The more time it passed, the more they wanted… something new, so to say. They couldn’t hide it to themself: they wanted a new step in their relationship. It was a couple of months, now, since their relationship started… However, they still didn’t kiss. That was kind of bothering Makoto. They were always, constantly wondering if they were being too slow… Well, they would have had time, now. After all, they were headed to karaoke, and they would have been totally alone in a room for about an hour…

… Except, kissing was not what was coming. Instead, well, there was singing. And, to Makoto’s disbelief, Ann was a TERRIBLE singer. She opted for some cute magical girl anime song, just to completely ruin it. Her girlfriend thought for a second there couldn’t have been a worse catastrophe then when Futaba’s pyramid nearly left them dead. She was dead wrong, Ann’s singing was much worse. One more reason to do something other than singing… But Ann was really insistent on hearing Makoto sing.

-C'mon, Makoto, now it’s your turn! I’m sure you have a nice voice!-

-Really, Ann, I’m not in the mood… M-Moreover, I’m not as good at singing…-

-I’m sure you have a pretty voice even when singing! It’s always like this! You have a pretty talking voice, and you have a pretty singing voice!-

-Well, I have my doubts on that, judging by your singing…-

Makoto was ready to backpedal after that sentence, just to notice the way their girlfriend was pouting. It was simply adorable, and suddenly they felt less guilty for their admission. After all, this netted them the possibility to see such a cute sight.

-Hey, that was harsh! I mean, it’s kinda true, Shiho told me too… But! At least I tried! Not like someone else in this room.-

When she wanted to, she really knew to hit where it hurts. And Makoto felt all of the hit, so much that a faint blush reached their cheeks. They tried their best to stay calm and steady, not wanting to let go, but sooner than later their expression cracked, unable to withstand their girlfriend’s pout, and after a sigh they decided to finally let go. Not without a condition, though.

-… Fine, if that makes you happy I’ll sing. But, I want a prize.-

-What…? Not fair! I didn’t ask for a prize when I sang! Fine, though…-

-If you wanted it, you could ask… However, better if I choose the song now. The sooner this torture ends, the better for me…-

After a while, Makoto finally managed to choose a nice jpop song. Nothing too pretentious, one of the classic songs you would sing under the shower… Not that Makoto was the kind of person to do that. But at least, they could tell they sang this song a couple of times… And, luckily for them, the singing was not a total disaster. Not a difficult task, after Ann’s glorious performance, but still a little victory for them.

-Well, I demand my reward now. After all, you promised, and I think it’s the least after such an embarassing thing…-

-You know, I’m kind of curious of what you would ask. Spill it out!-

Makoto opened their mouth to talk, really embarassed, but at the same time interested in the possible reaction their girlfriend would have… Just to be interrupted by a loud noise from their adjacent room, probably a microphone fallen to the ground, followed by the beginning of NeoFeatherman’s theme song. Even if Makoto wasn’t a fan, she could tell apart the song by how many times she heard it passing on the TV.

-Whoa, someone there is a big fan of NeoFeatherman. It kinda reminds me of Futaba-chan…-

-But, you know, no way Futaba would come to karaoke. At least, not alone, and you know she doesn’t have friends beside us… H-However, why are we talking about her? We are at a date! And I think I had to tell you my prize!-

-Ohhh, you’re right! I’m all ears!-

-Well, as I wanted to say… I demand… a ki– -

Makoto tried their hardest to end the sentence, in the silence of their room, just to be violently covered by the people in the other room. A couple, to judge by their voices, a little too familiar to two of their friends.

-Sorry, Makoto, could you repeat? Geez, they’re really giving their all, in that room…-

-Maybe it’s proof I shouldn’t tell you, at least not here… What about I tell you in a quieter place? Like, at the Sky Tower.-

-Good idea! Now, let us duet too! We will show them who’s the loudest singing couple!-

The two sang until the end of the hour they booked the room for, happy to share such normal couple things together. To Makoto, it was like torture, giving how embarassing they thought such things were, but sharing them with their girlfriend made it all worth it. Once outside of the room, they were finally able to see their disturbers, and they were ready to scold them too, if only the couple wasn’t too intent in kissing.

-… We should let them be. We can scold them at the next Phantom Thieves meeting and teach them some karaoke bonton.-

Makoto laughed, giving a last look at the happy couple, heading out with their lovebird. They really thought it was nice, having such a good relationship with someone. That’s what they wanted to achieve too. Well, they would have had their chance once at their last date spot. It was finally time to go there and fulfill her little dream!

… Not before hearing a loud 'Akira, I hunger!’ from a certain redhead behind them, anyway.

The ride on the train was certainly not the most comfortable. It was getting late, but for some reason even if it was one of the coldest day in a while, it seemed to many couples like the best day for a date. Well, it was like this for them too, after all. Probably when you’re with your loved one, you fell hotter all over your body, and the cold might be only a way to be closer to your date, Makoto thought. After all, them too was trying this trick with Ann, holding her hand in the excuse that they forgot their gloves.

The sky was getting gradually cleaner, however, a real luck since they had to climb the tower to gaze at the city. They were getting ready to enter the building, when they noticed the last group of the Phantom Thieves, namely Yusuke, Ryuji, Haru and the poor leftalone Morgana, heading out of the tower, seemingly back from a sort of trip up there. Knowing them, it was probably Yusuke’s merit.

-Such a magnificent view. My next composition will be simply splendid.-

-I’m really glad my idea to come here has proven fruitful, Yusuke!-

-But maaaan, couldn’t we come, like, another day? It’s effin’ late! And you know how packed we’ll be on the train back home?-

-How dumb you are, Ryuji. Today the sky is crystal clean, it’s the best day to gaze at the city lights from up above. Moreover, did you want to leave the magnificent me alone, with Akira gone who knows where? Should I remember you how you’re all lost without me?-

-Shut your mouth, you damn cat! Always playing big, dammit…-

Everything seemed so normal… They were having fun, even with the insults and the bickering. Just like them. Well, at least without the insults and bickering part. It was incredible, to Makoto’s eyes, how the same fun and excitement could come from such different things. A group of friends, or even your loved one… The two shared a smile, heading inside the building and then up with the elevator. It was a long ride, especially because Makoto’s heart was constantly pounding at the thought that they would soon receive their prize, but once they got on the top, they couldn’t hide that the view really paid it off. It was wonderful, one of the most beautiful things they ever saw. Well, except their girlfriend, that is.

-Hey, Makoto! Look, look!-

Ann nearly ran away, glueing herself to one of the infinite window glasses. Makoto followed a little after, looking mesmerized at the sight in front of them. You could see all of Tokyo, by walking around, and the countless lights made the view all the more beautiful. There was Kanda’s church, Akihabara’s glowing anime posters, Central Street, they could even swore they saw Shujin Academy. Or at least, pretend they did, giving how small every building was. It was practically impossible seeing people, not even as small as ants… The city suddenly felt so small, like a miniature. And they were looking at it from up above, like if they had it in their hands. Like if it could be crushed in a second. But most importantly, for a moment they felt like they were the only ones in the world.

-It’s really wonderful as Yusuke was saying. I’m surprised…-

-I’ve already been here a couple of times, but at night it’s so different! You can see all those flickering lights!-

Ann’s eyes were wide in surprise and excitement, her lips slightly apart, her skin enlightened by the strong neon lights. The moment Makoto’s eyes fell on her, no matter how much they tried to look away, they simply couldn’t.

-H-Hey, Ann. Can I now… get my prize? I’m quite eager, to… to tell the truth.-

They tried to sound as confident as they could, but couldn’t help but stutter a little. It was so difficult, talking when they had so much going on in their mind, between anxiety and expectations…

-Huh? Yeah, of course. What is that?-

Makoto didn’t answer. Not because they weren’t able to, but because they didn’t want to. Well, maybe only partially because they didn’t want to, they were still really nervous. But, after all, Ann accepted the 'pact’, she just had to do what they wanted. They shortened the distance, looking straight into her eyes, even if woth her heels tonight they fell a little beneayh her. She looked puzzled, locking her eyes on theirs, like if she couldn’t understand what was was happening. Or maybe, she only feared that building up expectations wpuld have led to disappontance. Well, time to answer, Makoto told themself.

-I want a kiss.-

Without leaving a gap to answer, Makoto finally reached Ann’s lips. It was fulfilling. Like if… a weight had been lifted from their shoulders. Especially when their girlfriend started kissing them back. They hugged, each one entangling their hands into the other’s hair, locked into a kiss neither of them wanted to break. Their kiss was a mix of love, passion, affection, desire… It was a swirl of emotion, all the emotion they always kept for themselves, like in fear it would have been too early for the other. However, right now there was nothing stopping them again. They were just happy with what they were doing, with their little step, with their gentle touches, with their sweet lips.

If possible, they would have gone on forever.

'Cause that was all they needed.

#personasecretsanta2k17 #makoto niijima #ann takamaki #futaba sakura #akira kurusu #ryuji sakamoto #yusuke kitagawa #haru okumura #morgana #persona 5 #non-binary #f/f pairing

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miodolcefarniente · 4 years

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Talking About #IoStoACasa

So, I did tell you I am studying French Literature in one of universities in Indonesia. Well, Italian is one of the subjects I learn weekly.

Alright enough, I have posted a whole thread about my study in my introduction post.

We all know that Italy, Spain, and French are having a hard time going through this pandemic. So does Indonesia. I wish for the best for all of us, for everyone in Italy, Spain, French, Indonesia, every other countries in the world. For the governments, doctors, everybody who are trying their best against this virus. May the universe protects and blesses you all.

Now, my lecturer who is an Italian, she gave the students a task to do. Basically it asks us to motivate the Italians to stay at their house just like us, using a short video, tweets, or anything with #Iostoacasa hashtag. But this is not for the homework, because I already handed mine. It just I wanna have fun in my blog.

Let me try to do this as natural as I can.

Unlike what I used to do (wake up at 5, prepare for the morning class), lately I have been waking up at 8 a.m. First thing first, I turn on my music playlist filled by Italian-Restaurant-Music, French-Relaxing-Cafe-Music, German-Jazz, and Spanish-Evening-Music. I hate being locked down here with no access to go anywhere. But didn’t Spongebob say all you need is an imagination?

Well a playlist of music in languages is better than a box.

After a few music (and morning inadequate latina dancing), I go downstairs, brew a cup of morning coffee then check out what my hedgehog is doing (unless if it’s Friday, I will immediately bath her, which she hates so much).

While taking a sips of my coffee, I access my favorite podcast channel, the Coffee Break Language. For those of you who are learning languages, I think this channel would sounds familiar to you. So yeah, take another sips of coffee, then choose which languages I have to learn that morning. Obviously, I listen to Coffee Break French, Germany, Spanish, and Italian every morning alternately.

Done with the pronunciation exercise and the coffee (well it won’t stay warm and tasty for the rest of the day, so you better finish it soon), I prepare myself for the college-homework. First I check on my emails, on my google classroom, or Whatsapp Group chats, if there any updates for the homework.

Then the next (almost) 6 hours is just a regular hell all students going through.

As a normal human-being, I don’t finish all of my homework at once on one day because, who did? (I usually stop doing it at 3 or 4 p.m, too exhausted lol). Next thing to do is to train myself with a little cardio and yoga for one hour at my house. Crunches, jumping jacks, planks, squat, and all of those tiring exercise-which actually good to release the stress of the homework.

Now time for afternoon tea. This is another habit I have. And of course, any random reading to accompany my tea-time.

After the tea-time which usually ends at 4 or 5 p.m, I take my (another) language course. YEESSSS I LOVE TO MAKE MYSELF STRESS AND TIRED LOL. Learning the 4 languages I’ve been telling you over and over again for slightly 2 to 3 hours, then stop.

Do I really stop studying for the day after the famous green bird language course? Nope. At night (after the dinner of course, wait I didn’t tell you at all that I of course eat something and take a bath too?), I take my online course of soft skills (which I also told you before in the first post).

I learn about marketing, public relationship, and business. It might take 2 to 3 hours to finish one class of each subject. May not torture myself so I only take one session every night. I watch the videos provided, take notes of important details, do some research myself. Then.. that’s it.

My whole productive day on the bed is usually done by 10 p.m.; On the next hour, it's no longer productive but, still on the bed.

After a long-long day of study, I always miss my boyfriend. We’ve been chatting and calling each other every night, spending time ‘together’ while for now we are not be able to snuggle and cuddle each other, huhuhu I miss his presence so much :(

But his texts always brighten up my day (even though it’s night and dark) after an exhausting day.

Maybe one day I will write about him too, the man created by marshmallow jelly because he is soooo cutely-sweet and soft and gentle at me.

Though I have never leave the house even my room for the past two weeks, I still hydrate myself. I could drink bottles of mineral water everyday, and it’s good because before this (the pandemic and the lockdown) I don’t think I ever drank water so much, so let’s say it is one good individual impacts.

If anyone asking me how my hedgehog is doing, she is sleeping. Like most of the time. Sometimes she sleeps at her cage, sometimes on my bed. Comfy and all. And eat. And also poop. That’s it. She seems careless about the pandemic but yeah, okay.

What about you? How is your #iostoacasa version?

#iorestoacasa #stayhome #workfromhome #dirumahlebihbaik #dirumahaja #iostoacasa

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readingraebow · 4 years

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Big Little Lies Section Four

Chapters 52-84

1. What does the psychologist have to say about Ziggy? The psychologist doesn't believe that Ziggy is secretly bullying anyone. She says that Ziggy is a nice, sweet boy and very empathetic. He even noticed that she has a cold when none of the other children she's spoken to that week have noticed. She said she spoke to him about what happened on orientation day and she doesn't believe he's the one who hurt Amabella. Though she casually says unless he's a psychopath, in which case he could just be pretending to have empathy. But she believes that highly unlikely. Actually, she thinks there's a lot that Ziggy didn't share with her and she wants to see him back for another session because she thinks it's possible Ziggy himself is being bullied. She thinks it might be verbal and if she can spend more time with him, he might tell her about it.

2. What does Madeline learn about Renata from Lorraine? So it seems that Amabella being bullied isn't the only stressful thing going on in Renata's life. Her husband, Geoff, has also been having an affair with the nanny. But Renata doesn't know yet. Geoff told one of the other husbands and it worked its way down the chain to Lorraine. She tells Madeline not to tell anyone but Madeline believes that the gossip train is already chugging right along and the news is probably already spreading like wildfire. The only question is who will be the one to tell Renata. Because you can bet she's going to shoot that messenger.

3. What is Abigail’s secret project? She created a website to auction off her virginity to the highest bidder, the proceeds going to Amnesty International. Her reasoning behind it is if seven year old children can be sold into sex slavery and child marriages then no one will bat an eye if a white, privileged fourteen year old auctions off her virginity to the highest bidder, for charity and awareness. But. Abigail hasn't THOUGHT THIS THROUGH AT ALL. Because statutory rape is a thing so it might not be illegal for her to sell it but it's definitely illegal for someone to buy it. She also can't spell privilege. So. Just. Not a great way to raise money for charity. AT ALL.

4. What does Ziggy reveal to Jane at Blue Blues? Jane finally asks Ziggy the question that probably no one has thought to ask him but which also turns out to be the right question. She asks him if he knows who has been hurting Amabella. And he does but he says he promised he wouldn't tell anyone. Apparently Amabella fears that she'll "be killed dead" if anyone tells. So Jane convinces Ziggy that if he writes it down, he isn't really telling her. So he does. He writes "Macks" which Jane figures out means Max. One of Celeste's twins. "The mean twin."

5. What do Celeste and Perry discuss before the trivia night? So Josh confesses to Celeste that Max is the one who has been hurting Amabella but now he's moved on to Skye. Well while he's confessing this, Celeste's phone rings downstairs and Perry says he'll get it. A few minutes later, Perry appears upstairs. He says that Celeste's property manager called and she wants to know if she can have access to the apartment so she can check the smoke alarms. Soooo. Perry knows about the apartment now and that Celeste is planning to leave him. Lovely. They still end up going to trivia night though (without Perry hurting Celeste beforehand) and on the way, Celeste tells him what Josh told her about Max. And she finally realizes what staying has done to her children. And Perry cries and says he'll change but Celeste says he won't. And now she finally has a reason to really leave him.

6. How did Jane meet Perry? Perry is the one who ~kind of raped Jane. And he's Ziggy's father. He told her that his name was Saxon Banks but Celeste remembers that Perry used to use Saxon's name instead of his own in situations where he didn't want to get in trouble. So Jane basically outs him in front of everyone and he doesn't even look at her. Instead he tells Celeste that it meant nothing. But Celeste defends Jane. Which gets Celeste slapped in the face. Which gets Perry pushed to his death over the balcony. So. That was a wild ride.

7. What does Nathan reveal to Madeline and Ed about Bonnie? Her father abused her mother and Bonnie and her sister saw the whole thing; they lived with it for their entire childhoods. And Bonnie still doesn't really ~deal well with those memories. He says she still has nightmares. But she's working through it and she's mostly okay. And her dad died so he can't hurt her mother anymore. Though I think the story that Bonnie tells Celeste is the most powerful about when she was twenty and visited her parents and it started again so she went to hide under the bed because that's what she did as a child. And then she realized that she didn't have to hide under the bed anymore because she's an adult. So she got up and called the police.

8. What did you think of the book? I absolutely love this book!! I think it was even better the second time because you can pick up on the clues that you probably missed the first time when you didn't know how it was going to end. I also loved being able to compare it to the show. It was honestly pretty much spot on except for a few changes made at the very end. (I'll do a whole comparison post for the show and talk about this more.) But for the most part, I would say the show is a pretty great adaptation. I am so glad HBO has started adapting more books to series. They honestly do a really fantastic job. And I think I may have loved this book more with the second reading and after watching the show. So I'm glad to have reread it. And I'll will definitely be rereading it again in the future!!

Section Four Reading Journal

So. I actually finished this section about a week ago but couldn’t post it until they hooked up my internet (which they just did! I HAVE INTERNET NOW. YAY!). They were ~supposed to hook it up on Thursday but no one showed up???? Well, anyway, better late than never.

But, of course, the wait time means that I have now forgotten everything I wanted to say here. *siiiiiigh* I will say that I deeply enjoyed this reread!! I loved this book the first time and I loved it this time as well. But this time I could compare it to the show and also see more of the foreshadowing bits that I missed the first time around because I didn’t yet know what was going to happen.

So all around this was a great reread. It definitely made me want to read more from Moriarty. I have read one of her other books which I didn’t ~love. But I just bought another one at a thrift stores that sounds REALLY good so I’m hoping to read that one soonish! But I just can’t express enough love for this book. It’s always such a good time and I love reading it. <33

#trcbooks #choice: big little lies #reader's choice reading list

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ihaveapencilbehindmyear · 7 years

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“His friends are safe. They have a new shelter. But everything is still so loud, like a battle. Frankly, Doug is sick of it. And Hilbert says he has a cure.”

Finally, the Wolf 359 Bright Sessions AU you’ve all been waiting for! Wait, you haven’t been waiting for it? Well, check it out anyway, and all the other Wolf 359 2017 Big Bang works!!

It’s starting to get either cramped or cozy in here, Doug isn’t sure which. Cozy because they’re settled into a comfortable schedule, him and Hera and Minkowski. Hilbert is still hanging around the sidelines of everything- he hasn’t quite figured out what to do with all his guests yet, even though he’s the one who let them in. He mostly stays in the lab except for meals, and sometimes, Doug hears him pacing around the safe house. The Hephaestus he calls it. Doug calls it ‘the-way-too-damp-cave-system-in-an-uncharted-mountain’, but hey, whatever floats his science boat. Doug isn’t about to piss him off and get thrown outside into the elements. Minkowski said it wouldn’t be half bad here if everything didn’t keep breaking- luckily, Hera always knows what’s going on. That’s the schedule. Wake up, breakfast, alarms go off, Hera tells them what’s going on and the rest of them fix it. Eat some more and go to sleep. It’s better than what they were doing before, that’s for sure.

Cramped because, as usual, he can hear everything. Everything. Every alarm, every sigh, every complaint, every creak and groan of the old floorboards and bang and clash of the shitty pipes. Now normally, Doug isn’t one to pop out of bed straight away. He can and will longue with the best of them. But these days, his headaches have gotten so bad, he can’t even get up for a hour or two. He wakes up because something is too loud and can’t sleep again, so he stays laying down, eyes shut until he hears Minkowski get up. Nothing, of course, can be easy for Superhero-in-Training Doug Eiffel.

God, he wishes. Just maybe, if this was a super power, he could learn to live with it.

No. Instead, Doug is an Atypical. Humans with special talents. Gifts. Superhuman mutations, if you will. Minkowski, for instance, can make things levitate, which would be lame, if that didn’t include herself, which means Rene Minkowski, the uncoolest person in the world, can technically fucking fly. Then there’s Hera. Who can predict the future. Because who doesn’t want to do that? Even Dr. Alexander Hilbert has some kind of super genius gene floating around in his DNA.

What does Doug do? Wait for it.

Super hearing.

So yes, before you ask, he can hear you pee a mile away.

It was useful when they were on the run. He could tell when danger was coming, but not where it was coming from unless it was an especially quiet night. You don’t know how many sounds there are. You try pinpointing exact ones where everything in the world is either humming, buzzing, or banging these days. It hurts. A lot. Being closed off in a mountain doesn’t help, because everything has some kind of echo-y quality to it, so each sound comes back. And comes back. And comes back. And Doug wants to cut his own ears off sometimes. You’d think he’d be used to it by now.

Maybe earplugs would help, now that they’re safe-

Wait. Someone is approaching his room. By the heavy, shuffling footsteps, and the tense breathing pattern, it’s definitely Hilbert. Yeah, Minkowski and Hera are still in the dining hall, Hera prepping breakfast and Minkowski chatting with her about today’s repairs/future disasters. Hera is laughing, maybe it’ll be a good day. He can hear the hint of a smile in Minkowski’s voice as she leans back in her chair at the table and the boiling water from the stove, aw man, Hera is making grits again? -

“Eiffel. If I may have a word.”

Doug swings his legs off the side of his bed, the fullness of Hilbert’s voice bringing back to his own room with a wince.. “You know, it’s typically considered polite to knock, doc.”

“You hear me coming. No need.”

They stay there for a second, awkwardly. Hilbert clears his throat after a moment, and Doug winces. “That is what I’m here about.” Hilbert says, beaming- well, as much as Hilbert can beam. More like his eyes lightened slightly, and his typical frown wasn’t as hard as stone.

Doug blinks. “Your- your cough?”

“No no. You.”

“I don’t follow.”

“I’m here to help. With your power. Each sound too loud, affecting your mental and physical states, yes? I’ve been working on a few experimental trials regarding the nature of powers, how to control them better. Your gift is not a matter of learning like Minkowski’s and Hera’s. You already know how to hear things. You need to learn how to tune out the unimportant sounds.”

Like that hasn’t occurred to Doug before. He may not be a super genius, but he’s not a complete moron. “Look doc, I’ve tried that-”

“I’m sure you have. That’s why I’m suggesting these trials. I’ve been developing this drug for a long time now, and I assure you, it’s perfectly safe. Perfectly. I was in the middle of testing it with other Atypicals when the AM caught wind of us and captured them all. I got lucky. So I can continue to help Atypicals, either by providing shelter or providing treatment. I understand your skepticism. But I do mean well.” He’s walking away, and the footsteps are too loud again, and a pipe just burst in the bathroom and Minkowski is swearing under her breath and it’s so loud and he says, “Doc, wait.”

“We’re too comfortable.”

“That’s the idea,” Doug says, because he’s still in bed, surrounded by at least ten blankets, and frankly, is too tired to be confused as to why both Minkowski and Hera are hanging over him like they’re waiting for something.

“No Eiffel. Not what I meant.” Minkowski continues.

“Alright, well if you don’t want to join the cuddle puddle, I’ll just ask Hera. Hera baby? What do you say?” Without waiting for an answer, he grabs her hand and drags on on top of the pile of blankets. Hera squeals happily, which is still too shrill for Doug’s ears, but the rush of the stream running in the caverns over their heads is less insistant. He doesn’t even want to see the look Minkowski is giving him right now. If he focuses, he can hear her teeth grinding behind her pursed lips.

“Eiffel, focus. I’m trying to say I think something suspicious is going on here.”

He rolls his eyes. “You always think something suspicious is going on everywhere. Commander, you’re the one who was saying it’s not a bad place to stay. Why shouldn’t we be comfortable here? What, do you not trust Hilbert?”

“Doug, I don’t trust anyone.” she said, which didn’t answer his question, and kind of stings. It’s like she’s saying Doug is wrong is let Hilbert experiment on him. It’s like she’s saying she doesn’t trust Doug .

“She doesn’t mean that,” Hera murmurs to him, not directly in his ear but more into his shoulder, so it’s muffled and not as loud. She’s sweet like that.

“Well if you’re so nervous, what do you propose?” Doug finally says.

“Hilbert is going to be busy today, she wants to explore the places in the base we haven’t seen yet. Just in case he’s hiding something.” Hera explains, and Minkowski nods. “I know you’re going to say no Doug, so I’m going to say, please? For me? For the thrill of the adventure? And you’re going to say-”

“Well I can’t argue with someone who knows exactly what I’m going to say. But-”

“Why can’t you just look into the future and tell us what we’ll find?” Hera puffs out her chest and lowers her voice, trying to copy his signature shit-eating grin. “And I’ll say future events can all be different, because there are many different outcomes to all things. I can’t say with one hundred percent confidence what we’ll find. Soooo-”

“It’s adventure time then.” Doug finishes for her, and she grins.

Hera seems excited, at least. It’s enough to perk him up. He feels kind of weary, but it’s not from the echo of their footsteps this time. Secret experiments at night really drain a guy.

I wonder if Hera knows.

No, probably not for sure. There are many different outcomes to all things and all that. If something were to go wrong with even the slightest possibility of it, she’d tell him. He’s sure of it. So they explore. They find nothing but old files. Other Atypicals who have stayed in the safehouse before. Someone named Lovelace, someone named Lambert. Nothing interesting, and if Hilbert knows they were snooping, he doesn’t say anything as he sticks another needle in his arm.

Weeks pass, not without incidents. They’re just not as noticeable to Doug anymore. He can still hear them, but it’s. So nice. Not to have everything crowd his thoughts all at once. He doesn’t even mind the alarms at this sound level. They’re almost soothing.

Well, the normal ones might be. Then there’s this powerful one that would have brought him to his knees if it wasn’t for Hilbert’s drug. He groans, and Hera jumps, and Minkowski barks, “Hilbert, what the hell?”

“That’s the intruder alarm!”

“Intruders?! Eiffel, didn’t you hear them coming?”

“Forget why he did not hear, why did Hera not see?!” Hilbert snaps, then runs out of the room, calling back, “I’ll see if I can enhance security in time!”

With a real emergency, and Hilbert out of the way, Minkowski finally blooms back into her commanding, uptight, perfectly prepared and ready to face a shitstorm self. “Head to the entrance. Hera, what do you see?”

“N-nothing Minkowski, I didn’t see anything like this-”

“Eiffel, what’s your take?”

Even with Hilbert’s help, he can’t hear a thing over the alarms. “Uuuuuuuugh, no good commander, too loud to hear anything.”

“Then we need to act fast. I’m going to-”

There’s a crash, and Doug screams, he thinks he’s screaming, he can’t tell over the rush of air pouring in and the sound of grunts and groans, as if there’s a whole army on the other side of the door. Instead there stands a woman, bathed in gold light. There’s blood on her lips and dirt on her dark skin. She spits red on the ground, and the glow around her fades. “Who the hell are you?”

“I believe we should be asking you that.” Minkowski says stiffly, and Doug can see her fist tightening. A desk behind the intruder is now hovering a few inches off the ground, just in case.

“Alright. If that’s how you want to play it, fine. I’m Isabel Lovelace, and I’m here to destroy all of you.”

“Isabel Lovelace.” Minkowski repeats, and Hera says, “That’s not possible.”

Doug, ever the sensible one, squeaks out, “Whoa whoa whoa, destroy us?!”

“It is possible, because I’m here, and I’m going to kill you.” Her eyes are burning. “And when your precious backup gets here, I’m going to kill them too. And I’ll make my way to the AM, free all the innocent people have hurt, and burn the building to the fucking ground. You can’t get rid of me. I just. Keep. Coming back.”

Then, everything happens at once. For once, Doug sees it instead of hears it.

Hilbert stumbled back into the room, and he’s letting out choked gasps.

Isabel is glowing gold and then suddenly, there’s two of her, and one is dashing at Hilbert.

The other is knocked out cold, because Minkowski put her floating desk to good use.

The second Isabel grabs Hilbert, she’s tackling him to the ground, but when the first is on the ground, she blinks, and multiplies again. The third Isabel Lovelace is more visibly relaxed. “Atypicals?”

“What did you think we were?” Hera demands, vibrating with anger. She normally doesn’t fight, when they were on the run all they needed was Minkowski and a really big boulder, but she seems ready now. “Agents in a safe house?”

“Kid, this is the worst safe house you could possibly be in. Selberg over there is an agent, hiding innocent Atypicals before the AM sweeps in and kidnaps them. He did that to my old crew. And the agents on my tail are the ones who tormented them.” “You lead AM agent's here?!”

Minkowski’s snarl is waved away. “You got caught up in my war. But I can help you when it’s over. What am I working with here? Levitation,” she says, glancing away from Minkowski’s glower.

“Future sight and regular human.” Hilbert growls.

“ What was that. ” Could have been Minkowski, but he isn’t sure which because he can’t hear anything for some reason. He can see Hilbert’s grave face, Hera’s shaking hands, and Lovelace’s look of pity as Hilbert mentions the drugs, but all he can hear is the blood in his ears.

“C’mon Doug,”

It’s so loud, everything else isn’t coming through, it’s just his voice taking over his thoughts. That’s never happened before, why isn’t anything else coming through? C’mon Doug, focus.

“Selberg did that to you, didn’t he?”

He couldn’t even hear Lovelace come in. “What?”

She clears her throat. “Sorry, Hilbert. He tested on you. Didn’t he?” Doug pulls his hands away from his head, stunned into silence. She nods. “That’s what I thought. Stay back here. You’re not going to want to be around when the AM agents get here.”

Doug took that to mean ‘you have some time, but you should stay out of the way you weak little human’.

Doug did not take that to mean ‘they’re on the way and you’re going to be ambushed in the kitchen, so grab a snack on the way to hiding’.

“Put your hands where I can see them, Eiffel.”

Doug raises his arms slowly, still holding a frosty hot pocket. He knows that voice. He’s been running from it for years.

Warren Kepler stands in the kitchen with a gun, flanked by his trusty partners, Daniel Jacobi, boy on fire, and Maxwell, not a mutant super genius but might as well be. “Howdy. Surprised you didn’t hear us coming and get the door for us.”

With Doug as a hostage, it’s easy to get Minkowski and Hera to stand down. Lovelace is feisty, but the threats eventually get to her.

“I don’t think so, Isabel. We wired this place before we came in. One spark from Mr. Jacobi here and this whole place goes up in flames.” “Even your friends here?” Lovelace snarls, and Kepler laughs. “I take it you have it all figured out, now don’t you?”

“I always do Lovelace. And if you want to stay alive to, you know, kill us, you might want to back down. Maxwell, escort her out. Hilbert, old friend, tell me what you got here.”

Hilbert clears his throat, looking uncomfortable for the first time Doug has ever seen. “The same Atypicals I mentioned in my reports. Future sight, levitation, and our former Class C. I’ve been testing on him, and now he’s basically a human with above average hearing.”

“As usual, your choice of subjects is astounding. Still. Jacobi, take him to the back. I’m not interested in his kind.”

“Just relax Doug. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me too,” Jacobi winked, which was not as charming as it would have been, considering his shoulders were on fire and he was holding a harpoon. Scary shit.

It was so tiring, dealing with all the scary shit.

No, don’t go there Doug. Stay focused. Keep him talking. Be cool. “Why would I want you to hurt me, Jacobi?”

“I don’t know, maybe you’re into that-”

“Don’t- why are you doing this? Don’t talk to me like we’re friends.” Shit, he lost his cool.

“Aww, Dougie, I thought we were friends. We’re pretty similar, you and I.”

“We are nothing alike .”

He smiles. “Huh. You know I was gonna say something about our loyalty to our friends, our general tomfoolery, but instead, I think I’ll agree with you. We’re nothing alike. Because I’m Atypical. And you’re not anymore.”

For a moment there, he believed him.

Then he could hear Hera’s quiet sobs from the other room.

Doug gritted his teeth. He couldn’t hear anything else.

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