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bokutosworld · 7 months

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the home we’ve made | bokuto k.

pairing: bokuto koutarou x f!reader word count, genre: 1.6k words, family au, aged up bokuto, fluff. summary: bokuto treasures the family he’s created. but he’s in for the shock of his life when one day, his precious daughter announces she’s in love.

my note: i noticed this has been in my drafts for almost two years. so i wanted to post it as a belated bday greeting to my still sunshine, bokuto ☀️

“Mama, how did you know you love Papa?”

The question catches you off guard. You look at your little girl who is enthusiastically coloring the pages of her art book. Her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, making you smile as it reminds you of a certain someone. Abandoning your book in the moment, you go over to her side and brush her hair as she fusses over which shade of pink would match the bear.

“Hm, that’s an interesting question, Hana-chan.”

Your five-year-old looks up at you with her big eyes, curiosity emanating from them.

“If you really want to know, it’s because your Papa makes me the happiest in the world.”

She listens intently, her mouth slightly pouting in the same way your husband does whenever he is contemplating about something. They were way too much similar. No doubt that she is his daughter.

You cup her cheeks in both your hands and press a kiss to her nose. “Plus your Papa gave me you.”

Hana tugs you closer, her voice small and quiet when she timidly reveals her secret, “Mommy, I think I’m in love.”

Just then, the front door bursts open and in comes the man of the house.

“I’m home!”

Hana’s eyes immediately light up at her father’s arrival. She stands up on her feet and runs out of the room towards the living area where he was already waiting with open arms.

“There’s my little princess!”

“Papa!” She’s beaming with excitement, jumping in his arms. They fall down sitting in the middle of the floor, hugging and laughing as they obviously missed each other.

“There, there, Hana-chan. Your Papa still has to wash up.” You help take Hana from his grasp, making sure to give him a pointed look. He chuckles, knowing how much you were a stickler for being clean inside the home and that meant Bokuto always had to take a quick shower whenever he returns from his trips outside.

He leans to give you a kiss, “I’m back.”

“Welcome home.”

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When Bokuto comes out of the shower, he’s quick to recognize the smell of his favorite home-cooked meal. His stomach grumbles and it reminds him just how much tonight’s practice wore him out.

All throughout the day, he couldn’t wait to get back to his family—to his charming daughter whose antics and smile could instantly bring his energy back and to his wife whose presence he was eternally gratefully for. He sits on the bed and dries his hair.

In the corner of his eyes, he sees the picture frame on the bedside table. He smiles at the image, of you proudly showing off your engagement ring and him donning his bright smile with his arms wrapped around you, remembering how he felt — both the nerves and the excitement — when he asked the words will you marry me.

He felt like he won the jackpot when you said yes. And even after years of marriage, Bokuto is still very much in love with you and every day feels like he is walking on cloud nine. You were perfect for him, you made him happy, and since high school, you never once wavered in your support of his volleyball career. He thought his life with you couldn’t get any better until the little one, Hana, came along.

A sweet angel borne out of your shared love. The moment he held her in his arms, Bokuto swore that he was immediately wrapped around her fingers, promising that he’d do anything to protect her and become the best father in the world.

He hears the pitter patter of little feet on the floor and anticipates the door opening. Hana peeks her head in the small opening she created and calls him.

“Mama said to call you. Dinner is ready.”

He stands up and walks towards her. She has her arms held up high, asking to be carried and he complies. He ruffles her hair and gives her a peck on the cheeks before heading towards the dining room where a table full of his favorites is waiting.

The atmosphere at the Bokuto household is always lively, especially at the dinner table where Koutarou is eagerly telling stories of his teammates, sharing how he aced the spike he’s been practicing, and expressing how he’s looking forward to playing so he can make his daughter and wife proud.

And very much like her father, Hana has tales of her own—recounting how she spent her day at the kindergarten, taking her parents through the new things she learned and the activities she enjoyed with her friends.

And tonight, she’s sharing the news of her first love.

“Oh also, Kento gave me a flower from the garden and said that I look beautiful.”

Your little girl was grinning from ear to ear as she mentioned the boy’s name. While you were amused at how bashful she was being, someone on the other end of the table has put down his utensils and was staring in shock.

Before he could say anything, you asked Hana, “Who’s Kento, darling? Was he the one you were referring to when you said you think you were in love?”

She hid her smile in her hands and nodded. You could hear the way your husband dramatically gasped, now leaning with his arms on the table and almost reaching out to Hana.

“Kento always hangs out with me during break. He also holds my hands when we walk together. His hands are soft.”

The soft giggle she lets out makes you utter an audible aww. Your kid was experiencing her first crush. And through the stories she’s told of Kento, you could see how she adores the boy so much. However, your husband has been eerily quiet.

His current state reminds you of the times he’d be in one of his moods back in high school. But of course, you understand him.

Hana was not anymore the small crying baby he held in his arms years ago. She wasn’t the baby whose diapers he’s changed in the wee hours of the night. She’s growing to become a little lady and discovering the wonders of life. It was only natural that he’d be surprised upon knowing his little girl was navigating puppy love. So, before she could notice that her father was acting differently, you indulged her, listening to more of her stories about Kento.

“He sounds like such a sweet boy.” You nudged Koutarou’s foot under the table to pull him out of his trance. When he does, you smile sympathetically before turning to Hana again, “We’d love to meet Kento someday.”

“Really? Can I invite him to play here tomorrow after school?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Koutarou.”

You hold his gaze for a moment, sending him a message that everything will be fine through telepathy. He caves, mumbling a fine and proceeding to finish his food.

Smiling at your success, you turn to Hana and reassure her, “Bring him here and I’ll bake your favorite cookies so you can share some with him.”

The kid was so overjoyed that she pushed her chair back and ran towards her room, where you suspect she’ll be contacting Kento about the plans for tomorrow.

Now left alone with Koutarou, you catch him pouting at his food, the same way that Hana was when you were telling her about what you loved about him.

Trying to soothe his crushed soul, “You know, it’s only an innocent crush.”

“She’s five years old.”

“That’s right. And she’s turning six in two months.”

“She can’t love any boy other than me yet,” he whined which only caused you to laugh in your seat. His frown deepened and his glare at you became much intense. “It’s not funny. I don’t want her giving other boys her affection just yet.”

You try to stop your giggles, “I know. I’m sorry.” You reach your hand out to him and he takes it, intertwining his fingers with yours. “A crush is just a crush, you know. No one can replace you in her heart. She loves you very much.”

“I know that,” his words muffled as he presses his mouth to the palm of hands.

“It’s not like Kento will immediately ask for her hand in marriage. They’re both only kids. Let them have their fun.”

Looking at you with his pleading eyes, you already know what he was asking for without any words. Standing up, you go to him and sit down on his lap. You let him hold you just like that—with his arms tangled in your torso, his face buried in the crook of your neck and his hair poking your cheeks.

“She’ll always be your beloved girl.”

He exclaims, “She’s just growing up so fast.”

“Yeah, she is. But you know, she’s not leaving the nest anytime soon.”

Koutarou looks at you with eyes full of affection and presses his forehead on yours when he whispers, “We raised a great child, huh?”

“We really did. We’re lucky to have her.”

He hums, his thumb stroking your cheek, tracing over your lips before kissing you with a sweet, gentle passion that has you leaning closer in his hold. When you pull back, you see him flash the brightest smile and you’re left breathless when he says,

“I’m lucky to have you.”

He knows a day will come when he’ll eventually have to give Hana to the guy she loves. Nevertheless, he looks at you fondly, knowing that you’ll always be by his side. And right now, he concludes, he’s lucky to have both you and Hana to call his home.

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 1 year

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Surprise

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~900

Summary: SURPRISE

A/N: Second drabble of the day. Something cute and happy.

Warnings: None

You hold your hands out to try and balance yourself as you follow blindly behind your wife.

“Wands, I don’t like this. You know how I feel about surprises!”

You and Wanda are returning to your newly renovated house after almost 4 months of being away. After you’d gotten hurt, you’d hung out at the compound for your recovery, but even after you’d agreed with Wanda that you should stay for a while. You wanted to be as close to 100% as you could before going home and getting back into the swing of things at work, but now that you’re walking blindfolded behind your wife, you’re starting to second-guess your logic.

You hear her laugh from in front of you and then her key goes into the lock as she speaks up.

“This is a good surprise, detka. You’ll like it.”

You’re not sure what Wanda has up her sleeve since you’d been made aware about everything that was changed in the house. Wanda told you about the new windows, the furniture in the living room, and the upgrade to the upper floors and the security system as a whole. You were mostly just excited to be back in your house after so long, and you realize Boone is too as he barks and runs in front of you. You almost trip over him and you curse before reaching out again for Wanda to lead you.

“Can you at least give me a hint?”

Wanda’s already shaking her head as she grabs your hand and leads you through the front door and into the living room. She looks up at the new edition to the house that she’d only seen in pictures. It was as magnificent as she expected and she hopes that you like it. If not, she’d wasted a lot of money and time, but she doesn’t think about this as she taps you on the nose. You make a noise of protest before you reach out to try and find your wife. She’s moved behind you though and you’re just hitting air as the redhead laughs at you.

“How about you just look, Y/n.”

You feel her tug at your blindfold and it falls away from your face. You frown as you take a moment to blink and clear your vision. It’s just as you remember it, for the most part. As you look around the living room and then your house you realize it hasn’t obviously changed much. You’re about to say this when your gaze happens to drift to above the fireplace and you nearly scream.

“WHAT!! You didn’t?!”

You smile widely as you look up at the large painting above the fireplace. The vast space that had once held a picture of a horse that you cursed at often, was now a painting of your dog. You recognized the shot and you started to giggle gleefully as you jumped up and down before turning to your wife to hug her.

“Wanda this is amazing! It looks so good!”

She smiles at you as she returns the embrace before you break away quickly. You can’t contain your excitement and you move forward to stand under it and admire how good it looks. You turn around and look for your dog before pointing up at the picture.

“Boone! Look it’s you! Isn’t it amazing, you’re so handsome!”

He jumps up in excitement despite not understanding what you’re talking about. That doesn’t matter though as much as the fact that you’re clearly riled up about something. He just barks and jumps around with you, and Wanda just smiles as she watches you in admiration.

You were truly adorable.

Before she realizes what’s happening, you’re running back towards her and pulling her into a crushing hug. You both groan as you hold your wife tightly before pulling back enough so you can kiss her. You break away again to hug her and she frowns slightly when she sees tears in your eyes. She hadn’t meant to make you cry, but at least it seemed like they were tears of joy rather than anything else.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! It’s wonderful I love it. You’re the best.”

Wanda laughs in amusement before she just kisses the top of your head and lets you run off to look at the painting again. It looks so similar to the horse painting, the colors and the style, but it’s a thousand times better because it’s your beloved dog. He’s looking at you in a similar way right now as he watches you smile happily at the painting. His ears stand up straight and his tongue is sticking out as he pants happily at you. You sigh in disbelief before you move to sit down so you can stare at it for a while. You wave your wife over and she humors you with a smile as she comes to sit next to you.

“I’m glad you like it, detka. I love you.”

You turn to face your wife who’s cuddled up next to you with a smile. You don’t miss how Boone’s hopped up on the couch next to you to watch the two of you, and usually Wanda would complain, but not today. Your smile just widens before you kiss her cheek and pull her closer.

“I love you too, Wands.”

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shieldofiron · 1 year

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Popsicle Sticks

Billy never knew Christmas could be like this. Christmas with Neil normally meant a few small presents stuffed in his same ancient stocking, and a silent night, unless Neil started to get into the liquor cabinet. Susan tried to make it cheery, but it wasn’t like they were a family or anything.

This year was different.

“I think the smaller one is better,” Steve points out a smaller tree, leaned up against the fence.

“Yeah, it will make up for my lack of decorations,” Billy chuckles, “Smaller. She’ll like that.”

“Yeah,” Harrington is made for the cold, it seems. His cheeks are pink, eyes bright in the cold, happy and cheerful under his homemade beanie that he announced was a gift from Mrs. Henderson.

She made one for Billy too, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to wear it. It was stuffed in his pocket along with the gloves he was also too chicken to wear, even though he was freezing, and more than a little miserable.

But Harrington’s smile is better than hot cocoa or a fireplace, “Don’t worry about the decorations, man.”

Billy shrugs and picks up the tree Harrington picked, feeling the cold bite into his hands, “Whatever you say.”

Harrington grins, all teeth, “Trust me.”

Billy just snorts, “Okay, you want me to strap this to the roof of your car?”

“The roof? No way, the sap will ruin my paint job,” Steve digs his keys out of his pocket, “It’ll fit in the trunk.”

“Ah, I see why you wanted the smaller tree,” Billy smirks, “Want me to wrap it up first? Put a bow on it?”

Steve just tips his chin up, “Nah. You can do that later. Want to unwrap you.”

Billy can feel his cheeks turn pink, “We’re in public.”

Steve just raises one brow, “I meant the tree.”

Billy just huffs a little.

Steve winks, “I’ll pay.”

When they finally get back to Billy’s little apartment, Billy’s briefly happy that they did get the smaller tree. A larger tree would look sad with his single strand of lights in the tiny shitty little place, and he wants to make it feel better for Max. Like a home. Or as close as they can get it.

He carries the tree up the stairs, griping at Steve, who’s hopping up ahead of him.

“Coulda helped a little, Pretty-”

“Surprise!” Steve flips the lights on, and kids pop out of every hiding place they can find in the tiny space.

Paper snowflakes hang from the ceiling, and someone’s strung popcorn strings and multicolored Christmas lights across the bare walls. Mr and Mrs Hopper hang back in the kitchen, and when he sees them, Joyce gives him jazz hands, grinning widely.

“Fuck-” Billy chokes on his own tongue, “Is this for Max?”

And then he sees her, hanging at the dining room table with Lucas and Jane.

She smirks “No, it’s for you, obviously.”

“Why?” Billy furrows his brow.

“Because... well for a lot of reasons,” She pulls something out of her pockets and holds it out to him, “But mostly because it’s Christmas.

It’s an ornament, a picture of them in a homemade frame of popsicle sticks painted bright red. The only picture they have of them really, since Neil burned the rest when Billy won custody. They’re standing in front of their new apartment in the summer, both looking sweaty and exhausted from moving. Max is giving a thumbs up. Billy is flipping Jonathan the bird.

At the bottom in Max’s neat script it says, ‘Our First Christmas.’

He can only stare at it for a moment, before he can look at her. In fact it takes him a while to do anything really. Steve takes the tree, and he sets it up where they planned, in front of the windows in the living room. Hopper and Jane string on Billy’s one strand of Christmas lights, and the kids pull out popsicle ornaments from a box under the sofa, stars and trees and snowflakes painted every color and strung with plain white string. Will has his elaborately painted with tiny patterns, but most of them are plain or covered in candy stripes. Steve even produces a single Jewish star painted blue and adds it near the top. When they’re done, the tree looks like a real Christmas tree. Like a real home.

The last one to go on the tree is Max’s ornament. If Billy is crying a little when he puts it on, he can blame it on the lights, or that he burned his tongue on the hot chocolate.

This year, it was different. This year, it was better.

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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year

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Confessions (Alex Blake x Reader)

Synopsis: Finding the Replicators abandoned building full of your photos leads to a number of confessions

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of the Replicator and stalking

You were going to throw up. There was no doubt about it. You hunched over, hands on your knees, under the heavy gaze of your team staring down from all angles. Black and white, their faces blazed as moment after moment crashed into you.

A hand rubbed soothing circles over your back. Tears were in your eyes. The horror was a living thing in your chest. It cried for escape. You pressed a hand to your mouth to keep it from clawing out from between your lips.

“What is this?” you faintly heard Morgan demand.

“Oh god,” managed to slip through your lips, the taloned fingers of your fear creeping out.

“This is… it’s…” JJ’s horror felt so stark, so palpable.

“Someone’s been following us,” Reid said, summing up the situation succinctly, “all of us.”

You reached out a hand, blindly searching for the person you knew was behind you. Their fingers curled around yours, holding you steady, while you tried to suck air into your lungs. You felt broken, frozen, unable to do anything.

“We need to find who’s done this,” Hotch was saying to someone.

“Doing this,” you whispered.

Because it wasn’t over and done. There was someone out there still doing this. Still following you and your friends. Watching you. Taking photos of you for their ow sick pleasure.

You felt dirty. Like bleach wouldn’t be enough to clean you from this. It stuck to your skin, making you feel alien in your own body.

The hand holding yours tugged you until an arm looped around your waist, pulling you into a warm body. Burying your head in the space between shoulder and neck, the familiar perfume helped to calm your heart.

“We’ll find them,” Alex promised, “we’ll be okay.”

“I feel so gross,” you said.

Her arm tightened around you just as your team was asked to leave the crime scene. You let her lead you out, still feeling shaky. JJ reached out to you, her hand finding yours, an extra steadying presence. You needed it, just to get you out of there where you could still see the photos staring back at you.

So many moments captured. Private moments. Moments that were yours but now weren’t. Moments that had been stolen from you by someone still in the shadows.

It took a while to settle back into your own skin after that. Returning home that night you’d been in the shower so long Alex had come to find you. She’d held you under the warm spray of water, tight enough for you to feel the way her body trembled as well.

Perhaps that’s why it took so long for Morgan to sidle up to you. You’d been the most obviously shaken by the entire thing, your anger never quite eclipsing the sense of wrongness sitting in your own life.

“When were you going to tell us?” he asked you while sitting across from you on the jet on the way home from a case.

“That I think anyone who willingly drinks green juice is in a cult?” you replied, “I thought I’d wait for it come up naturally. I don’t want to make it seem like I’m shoehorning in my political agenda.”

“I meant your relationship with Blake,” he said, flashing those pearly whites at you.

“I agree, it’s risky going into business with a friend, but I really think this bar and bookshop idea is going to work,” you said.

He chuckled, but it was with the kind of fondness you had for your younger sibling when they did something that annoyed you. You looked up from the book you’d been reading, finding his eyebrow raised in your direction.

You sighed, glancing over at Alex on the couch. Her eyes were trained on her own book, but you could tell from the slope of her shoulders that she was listening in.

“How’d you find out?” you asked.

“The Replicator had pictures of you two,” he said.

“Oh, we’ve named him the Replicator now, have we?” you replied, “Hotch will be so pleased.”

It was easier to deflect than admit how uncomfortable that sentence had made you. You’d only just begun to get over the invasion of privacy. Having someone point out they’d seen private moments of yours due to that guy made you want to scream.

“Come on,” Morgan said, “we’ll get the guy.”

“Yeah, I know,” you replied.

“I just want to know how long this has been going on,” he said.

“A while,” you replied.

“Long enough for most of your clothes to have migrated to my place,” Alex said, still not looking up from her book.

“Your place is nicer than mine,” you said.

Her uptick of lips still made you heart flutter, even after so many months together. Her eyes flicked up to you, catching you looking. You caught your lower lip between your teeth, trying not to smile broadly.

“I can’t believe we didn’t see this before,” Morgan said, breaking into your moment.

You dragged your gaze back to him, not wanting to look away from Alex. You never wanted to look away from her.

“You didn’t,” JJ scoffed from the other end of the plane.

You looked over your shoulder. The others weren’t pretending not to listen in, the only one seemingly trying to give you privacy being Hotch. You felt the embarrassment creep up again, that same sticky feeling getting lodged in your chest.

“If you’re happy, we’re happy,” Rossi said.

“Thanks.” You didn’t really know how to respond to that.

You looked back to Alex, needing her to guide how to navigate this moment. She finally closed her book, finger caught between the pages in a way that was familiar and comforting. She stood, hand closing around your shoulder. It helped steady you.

“We’re very happy,” she said to the plane at large, “and that’s all we’re going to be answering about it until we’ve had a chance to talk about it between us.”

“I want to know what the photo showed,” you said.

“Photos, multiple,” Rossi replied.

“Oh god.” You buried your head in your hands, not able to face them.

“It wasn’t anything embarrassing,” JJ reassured you, “just a few kisses, some shots of you leaving Blake’s house in the morning, I think a date. It’s nothing bad.”

Alex’s hand tightened on your shoulder. You reached out, fingers curling around her wrist if only to anchor you to the moment. Someone had been there for intimate moments, for moments that were meant to just be between you and Alex. And now your entire team had seen them too. It felt tainted, all of it.

“Come on.” Her voice was quiet, just for you.

Her hand pulled you up, guiding you away from the rest of the group. They went back to what they were doing, Morgan starting a loud conversation with Reid and JJ to cover your conversation. Her arm around your waist kept you close to her.

“They know,” she said, prompting you to say something to her.

“I don’t care that they know. I’m glad. We don’t have to sneak around anymore,” you replied, “I just don’t like that someone has been following us around and seeing these moments that were meant to be ours. It makes me feel dirty.”

“I know but it doesn’t change how we felt in those moments or what they mean to us,” she said, “they’re still ours.”

“Are they?”

She pulled you into a hug, arms tight around you. You curled your own arms around her, pressing yourself against her hoping to be absorbed into her.

“He can’t take away how much I love you,” she murmured.

“You…” You had to draw away, had to see her eyes.

“This is a moment he doesn’t get to see,” she said, cupping your cheeks with both hands, “I love you.”

You surged forward, needing to kiss her, needing her to feel how much you loved her too. She laughed into the kiss, the whooping from Morgan a distant noise when her tongue was licking into your mouth and her body was brushing against yours.

“I love you too,” you gasped when she drew away.

“I can tell, darling.” Her forehead rested against yours, “and he doesn’t get to have this moment. This one is all ours.”

“And theirs,” you said, tilting your head towards the rest of the team.

“Is that okay?” she asked.

“I think I can live with that.”

She lent forward, kissing you softly, stealing your breath. You pressed yourself to her, wanting her so much closer.

“Alright, love birds, keep it PG back there,” Morgan called over.

You broke away, laughing, your breath mingling with hers. Maybe everything wasn’t okay right now. Maybe it wouldn’t be for a while. But you and Alex were more than okay.

Definitely more than okay.

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sadisticsongbird · 1 year

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trust is a fragile thing ~ tyler galpin

parte seis

warnings: creepy tyler, swearing i think

word count: 4k

To say that you were shaken up after school was an understatement. You had no idea what had happened in the office during last class, but you insisted that something was in the school lunch. You had never done drugs before, but you guessed that it felt something similar. The world spinning around you and quite obviously seeing things. Plants don’t just die within a split second, do they?

Avalon already was sitting in a booth when you pulled up to the coffee shop. You instructed your driver to sit tight and wait. It wouldn’t be long. After much pleading because he was given instruction to bring you back to Nevermore straight away, however he happily obliged for an extra five dollar bill. Some people really could be bought.

There were barely any people in there except for a small group of old ladies that huddled towards the back of the shop, opposite of where Ava was sitting. When you walked up behind her, she was already prepared to begin work. Papers were scattered all over the table already and an empty mug on the corner.

“I hope I didn’t leave you alone too long.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “I’ve learned to be alone all my life. I’ve got ways to keep myself busy.”

You giggled, stopping yourself right away in case it wasn’t meant to be funny. “You want some coffee?” she asked, offering you some money.

“I got it, don’t worry.” Maybe you were seeing things because you were tired. Caffeine is maybe what you needed in your system. You looked at the chalkboards with coffee orders written all over them. “Have any recommendations?”

“Nada. But you seem like a caramel macchiato kinda girl.”

“Are you calling me basic?” You feigned a gasp.

“No, no!” She began to freak out slightly. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just don’t know you all that well and I-” “RELAX! I’m kidding. I actually am a caramel macchiato kinda girl.” You threw your bag into the booth across from her and walked up to the counter. You ordered your beverage before making your way back to the table. Ava looked like she had a couple ideas already written down and roughly sketched out.

“Okay, so I have a few ideas worked out that circle the theme of classic literature like Strauss wanted. A few of my favorites are The Crucible, MacBeth, and To Kill a Mockingbird. Though I suspect that that last one might be done a few times.”

To Kill a Mockingbird seemed basic and Shakespere wasn’t your thing. You had no idea what the Crucible was, but it sounded interesting. Ava seemed to see you eyeing the sketch she had drawn out for that one.

“Good choice. I think that it’ll make for an…interesting topic.” She stopped herself for a moment “Have you ever read it?” She raised her eyebrows at you.

“Never. But something new doesn’t hurt, right?”

She smiled at your response. “It’s a history book. I’m kind of a history nerd. Feels like my spirits lived through centuries.” She paused. “Through books, of course.”

Your phone rang, taking your attention away from your work. Your dad’s picture sprung up, motivating you to answer right away. He wasn’t one to wait.

“Dad?”

“Y/N, where are you?”

“I texted you,” you replied in annoyance. “I’m in town, working on school work.”

“I need you back at the school. It’s urgent.”

Without another word, he hung up. Your father was like that, too busy with his job to care about anything that you had to do. If he needed you, you came. You prevented yourself from having to connect with him too often. It wasn’t pretty if you disobeyed something he asked. He didn’t not love you, he just wasn’t one to use emotions. It had been like that since your mother left.

“I take it, it's time to go…” she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

You shrugged, taking your bag with you as you scooted out of the bench. “When Dad calls…”

“...you gotta answer,” she interrupted. “I get it. We can work on this later. You’re new too. I’m sure Strauss will be lenient.”

You smiled, taking your to-go cup of coffee with you. “Meet here again tomorrow, maybe? It doesn’t seem too busy?”

“Hasn’t been as long as I’ve lived here. It’s got a nice aesthetic, but some dude used to work here. Ended up being an outcast of some sort and jailed up. Jericho didn’t like the idea of an outcast working here, so it’s not a booming spot anymore.”

You waved the girl goodbye and she focused back on her work. Making your way out of the shop, you walked toward the car that had your driver. He was a nice guy, made small talk on the way to the coffee shop after school. Your father probably had good money going to this guy to keep a teenager entertained all afternoon.

Tyler barely remembered the rest of the afternoon, only going in and out of sleep in the nurse's office. After his first…session, he felt like his entire body was on fire. He hadn’t had a mutation in a while and it already made his bones ache without the electroshock therapy he received along with it. He briefly remembered being escorted out of the building, only a blanket covering his figure. There were no students around, thank God, but it still made him feel vulnerable. He went in and out of consciousness as they practically dragged him back to the school. Someone found him another uniform, which he assumed he’d go through plenty of. He was really weak, but refused help to get dressed. Guards stood outside of the bathroom while he slowly put clothes back on. It was unusual that clothing gave him the sense of security that it did, but it was better than being naked.

Now, he was currently laying on a bed. The room was quiet, making it hard for him to decipher if the ringing noise was because of the silence or the pounding in his head. Tyler was sure that he wasn’t actually alone, however. Even though a new collar had been placed right around his neck, there were probably guards placed right outside the room in case something were to happen. The silence was kind of nice. All he had heard the past few days were the talking of scientists and soldiers ordering him around and students almost hissing at him left and right. Peace was what he needed. As much as he hated the white room, at least it was quiet. It was easier to sort his thoughts out.

Tyler had barely slept ten minutes when he heard a clamor outside of the doors. He shot out of bed immediately. His head spun around looking for a place to hide. It wasn’t unusual that this was his first instinct. Hiding was a skill that he had learned to master today. While all he wanted was to rub his presence in Wednesday’s face, with the collar he was basically defenseless, and he was sure that the pigtailed girl wouldn’t hesitate at killing him at any moment. He looked around the room for a place that would conceal him and the best thing that he could find was the curtains that separated the beds in the infirmary. He maneuvered the curtain to cover his body as he crouched down amongst a wheelchair and crutches. It wasn’t necessarily fear that motivated his movements, just uncertainty. He heard a small voice talking followed by the twist of the doorknob. Praying it was the nurse, he braced himself for someone’s entrance. The sounds of footsteps crowded his ears and he swore that he could feel them as they got closer.

“Tyler, I know you’re behind the curtain,” she muttered.

He gulped, sucking in a shaky breath. His hand came out from behind the curtain, to allow him to see the rest of the room. The girl he had been dreading was standing, arms crossed at the foot of the bed he was just in. “W-wednesday.”

Wednesday didn’t smile very often, but he swore that he saw a smirk break out across her face at his reaction. “Where’d the tough, cocky kid go? They beat it out of you?”

He looked away from her dark eyes that bore into him. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that he was broken. He was angry at her for the way that things ended last year. The hyde hated the Addams standing in front of him and wanted to beat the shit out of her, but Tyler honestly couldn’t give a crap. With no master controlling his actions, he just felt lost. In himself, in the world.

“Listen good and listen well. I’m watching you. If you so much as lay a hand on anyone, you’ll be dead faster than you can say please.”

His head remained looking down. Was he truly broken or just posing, making her think that he had possibly changed. “I-I’m not in the mood, Wednesday. Just g-get out.”

“I mean it. I don’t trust you. I saw you chatting with the normie this morning. Stay away from her. Don’t go preying on the most vulnerable like the little monster we both know you are.”

Wednesday wasn’t one to be cocky with her words out loud. If she wanted to make a statement, she’d do it in a less up front way. But Tyler angered her like no other. He managed to evade her with lies and broke her down. Quite honestly, she was glad she found out about Tyler’s true nature when she did. Had it gone any further, who knew how many pieces she’d be in. The only thing she wished was different is that she hadn’t kissed him beforehand.

Tyler didn’t move from his spot in the corner. It made him seem pathetic, weak, all things that the hyde didn’t like feeling. He took a deep breath and released it repeatedly while clenching and unclenching his fists. He’d had plenty of anxiety attacks before finding out about being a hyde. It was similar to one, just a hundred times harder. It felt like there was a bubble of emotions ready to explode from his chest, sucking the energy out of him. He was glad that it was working, but he wished that there was an easier way. He could still feel the girl’s eyes on him, but he didn’t look up, afraid of his reaction if he met her gaze.

All she did was scoff before walking out of the room. It was hard to see her, to be here with the outcasts. He’d grown up around normal people his entire life, psychopaths aside. It was hard enough being the new kid but one that had tried to kill them and almost succeeded was a different story. Talking to Wednesday again made it real. And fuck it hurt.

If it weren’t for the warm drops he felt on his hand, he wouldn’t have even noticed he was crying. He didn’t do it often anymore, knowing that it wouldn’t do him any good. He stepped his way over the mess that he made and pushed the sheet away back against the wall. He really didn’t want to sleep again, but he was terribly sore. Wednesday had probably knocked out the guards, but he truly didn’t want to leave. As silly as it sounded, the nurse was probably the safest place to be right now.

Wednesday Addams was always an enigma to him, even when they first met. If she hadn’t been part of Laurel’s plan, he very well might have been friends with her, even more. There were times that he wished he could’ve gotten past that. That his strength, or Wednesday’s for that matter, would have been enough to tear him for Laurel’s grasp. But it wasn’t. And all that was left was the overwhelming urge of the hyde to rip her throat out.

“How many times do I have to explain to you that I need you here?” “Countless times, Dad.” You rolled your eyes with the response.

You were currently sitting in his office, legs and arms crossed. Yes, your father had lectured you about needing to be at Nevermore immediately after school, but it was school related so you didn’t see the issue. And you had texted him, like he asked if there were scheduling changes or danger. You weren’t exactly sure why he needed you here besides the need to have eyes on you 24/7. While living here was required, spending all of your time roaming the halls was not. You were a week short of 18 and deserved to be treated like an adult, not a child.

“Cut the sass. I need to know where you are at all times. I want to trust you. Really I do. But I can’t just let you roam free. Especially when-”

“What, Dad? A monster on the loose again? I thought that was something you were supposed to be preventing.” You hadn’t realized that you were raising your voice. Now standing, your father gawked at you in surprise. You never talked to him in this way.

“I won’t take this kind of response, young lady. Yes, we are here to prevent more attacks and YOU will have a part in helping.”

The features on your face softened, trying your best to conceal surprise. “Me? What can I do?”

He sighed, standing up from his position behind the desk. He walked himself around to come sit on the front. Your father had always claimed that he didn’t want to seem like a principal, just a supervisor, but the way that he was sitting on the front of the desk with his hands folded and his legs crossed made you rethink that statement. Your father was a man that radiated authority. His presence alone made a room go dead silent. You never knew if he used it intentionally or if that was just the way he was. Regardless, it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“We have had a new student arrive recently. He has…special needs and needs supervision close to constantly. While we have guards on him during the school day, he needs someone to watch him when the afternoon allows for students to roam free.”

“Okay, and why me? There are other students plenty capable of handling a new student? I didn't come here to be a babysitter. I came here to get a new start.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know you’re frustrated. And you’re right. The students are plenty of students capable of handling him. That’s exactly why I’ve chosen you. You don’t have a way to…Well, let’s just say it’s safer.” You let out soft scoff, bending down to pick up your bag that was laying against the chair. You threw it over your shoulder and spun to face the door. “Y/N…”

You stopped in your tracks, not bothering to turn around. You were sure that the new student was the one that you spied on in the hall the other night. Even though you got a good look at him this morning, the collar around his neck scared you a little bit. He was cute, sure, but was he safe? “I’m listening…”

“This,” he began, “is a remote that controls a shock collar placed around the students neck.” He walked over to you. You wouldn’t move from your spot, so he came to you. He held out a small black controller smaller than a cellphone. There were only two buttons on the remote, but you wouldn’t press either one until you knew what they did. “His name is Tyler Galpin. He went to Jericho High until the end of last year. He’s in the infirmary right now. Hopefully resting. I want you to meet him.” He was ready to turn around and lead the way. But he stopped, looking at you with certainty. “Under no circumstances do you tell him that you have the controller. Understand?”

He tilted his head down towards you, looking at you in question. You shook your head in response. He didn��t say anything else before turning around. It startled you slightly, his quick movement, but you were soon right back on his heels. So that was the boy’s name. Tyler. It rolled off the tongue really well. And it fit him. You didn’t know why, but it did.

The nurse was a lot closer to your father’s office than you thought. It makes it easier to get a fix up in case your roommate were to use one of those MANY weapons she has hidden in her trunk. Your father was slightly ahead of you, turning the corner before you. That was when you heard the yelling.

“What is going on? Is he still in there?”

“Everything’s okay, Sergeant. He’s still there. A few of the guards were knocked out.”

“Well I can see that!”

A few men were on the floor, ice packs on their heads, eyes checked. The hall seemed like chaos and your father wouldn’t stand for it. He was all about order and this little mishap would definitely cause issues for some people.

“Dad, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. Just go in and let me deal with this.”

He practically shoved you into the room. It was nice, spacious. The nurses wore old uniforms you would see in the eighties, just another touch of Nevermore. The beds were spread out, a curtain separating each one. There was a small section of the space dedicated to chairs and cabinets, no doubt containing medicine. Taking your things off of you and setting what little coffee you have left down, you looked around the beds to see if someone was in here. You spotted a figure laying on a bed in the middle of the room, one leg up, the other down. Moving closer, you spotted his shoes placed beside the bed on the floor. There was a cloth placed on his forehead, one that his hands were holding down. You only hoped that he wasn’t in pain. But how could you know with the shock collar around his neck? It looked big from where you stood, bigger than it seemed when you saw it up close this morning. But you weren’t supposed to remember that. He wasn’t supposed to know that you had the remote and even what it was, though you suspected if he caught you looking, he’d tell you. Though the boy didn’t exactly look like he was sleeping, his eyes were closed and you really didn’t want to disturb him. You wondered why your father wanted you to really meet him. Maybe proximity was the key with the shocker, but then why entrust you with it? If he was dangerous, why would your father risk putting you in the same room as him? You began to take a few steps back and ensuring not to make a sound.

“I know you’re here,” you heard quietly from the other side of the room, making you halt any movement. He opened his eyes briefly, letting them adjust to the light before sitting up completely. The cloth on his forehead fell to the pillow he had just been laying on, but didn’t startle him one bit. “If I’m sleeping, people tend to leave me alone.” He sat with his knees up and arms resting on his knees. If you both had never met before, you would have judged him for looking you up and down.

“We met earlier today,” you muttered, moving closer to him. “I’m Y/N. I don’t think I said my name this morning.”

He retracted, leaning back slightly. Did he not want to shake your hand? Did he find you disgusting? How could he? He barely knew you…

“Don’t take it personally. I just don’t wanna hurt you. Tyler…Galpin.”

“Hurt me?” You crossed your arms. He didn’t look dangerous like your father made him seem but that fact that he himself feared injuring you was enough to make you wary. The controller felt heavier the longer you held on to it.

“It doesn’t matter…W-what are you doing here?”

“My dad brought me here, but then guards were knocked out in the hall…He’s dealing with it out there.” “That would be due to an old acquaintance of mine. Wednesday Addams. You might know her.”

“Yeah, actually.” You rubbed your arm, forgetting about the weight of the remote in your hand. “She’s my roommate.”

“Roommate?” Tyler’s eyes went big and his body nearly lurched forward. Was it concern? Or fear that flashed through his face?

You shook your head in response and paused. He didn’t say anything and you didn’t either, both staying planted in one another’s spots. “What’s so wrong with that?”

“N-nothing. She and I just…We have a bit of a track record. With each other. Just…be careful.” You rose your eyebrows, acting like you understood. “What’s that smell?” He inhaled shallowly, trying to identify what the smell was when he spotted a coffee cup laying next to the bag he noticed you wearing this morning. “Is that from the Weathervane?”

You had nearly forgotten that Tyler used to be a student at Jericho, lived there too. You nodded your head. “You want some? I don’t think I’m gonna finish it.”

Tyler swung his legs over the side of the bed, following you to your things like a little boy eager for candy. Grabbing the cup, you popped off the lid and handed him the half empty drink. He took a deep sip, practically inhaling it. “Caramel macchiato?” he asked, swallowing a gulp down.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” You tilted your head.

“I-It’s my favorite.” You hadn’t ever seen him smile before and it was nice. He looked at peace, a big contrast to how on edge he had been the entirety of the time you’d been in the room. While he still stood a ways away from you, he hadn’t hesitated to take the coffee from you. “You don’t seem like a caramel girl…” he questioned.

“What aura do I give off then?” you joked, spinning in a circle.

“Hmm…I’m gonna go with mint.”

“And why is that?” You hadn’t realized that he was getting closer. If it was voluntary, it didn’t show. His feet seemed to be stalking to you on their own accord, like an old habit.

“Appealing to the eye, stripes are all orderly. You have a bold…scent. Not bad, just strong.”

You were by now blushing, but at the same time a little scared. His eyes had almost instantly transformed from the sweet boy laughing about coffee to hungry. For what, you didn’t know. “The taste overpowers everything but blends in with the coffee all together. But the taste lingers, leaving the consumer…satisfied.” He was speaking almost right into your ear at this point. Your heart was racing, both in affection and fear. You could practically hear it in your ears and were sure that he could too.

You barely recognized when he pulled away, too caught up in the moment. He started talking again, but you couldn’t comprehend what it was. Thumping was the only thing that you could hear. He paused. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes flickered back to his, finally being able to listen to the world around you. His features were back to normal, the shy teenager that you had walked in on a few minutes ago. Your father interrupted the conversation, standing just inside the threshold of the door. Both of your heads snapped to him. “Well, I believe that you two have already gotten to know one another. Tyler, Y/N. Y/N, Tyler. You have both been enrolled in an art extra curricular. Please follow me and we can get you to your place.” Tyler locked eyes with you again once your father turned around. You gave him a shy smile, more accurately a timid one. And Tyler knew. The hyde could smell the fear.

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idontunderstandchemistry · 1 year

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Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you had enjoyed the holidays! So, just to warn you guys, the uptades may become more sparse due to the return to school, but I will continue doing my best to update at least once a week :/ Also, I just wanted to say that I'm very gratefull for every interaction from you guys ❤️ They keep me motivated to keep writing and I simply love to know what you guys think about Indecent Proposal. It makes me feel like we're all on the same boat, I don't know how to explain it lol. Anyways, tysm for evething! (Also, this chapter's song is just because it has been playing in my head non stop because of TikTok. I WANNA BE SAAAAVED)

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: Alysanne lightly fantasysing with Daddy!Batman (but to be fair, let he who has never sinned cast the first stone,I know I'm not going to be the one.)

Wordcount: 1715.

Chapter thirteen

Chapter Fourteen: Pictures Don't Lie

When you arrived at the studio, Aly was already in their costume, making the last adjustments. You couldn’t help but smile. They looked fucking stunning.

— There she is! — Aly exclaimed as you sat on one of the armchairs, waiting — The it girl of the moment.

— It's good to see you too, Alysanne — You said, taking your shoes off. Fabio’s n°1 rule: never wear shoes while trying on your custom-made clothes — Where’s Fabio?

— I have no idea, I think he said something about grabbing some pins — Aly said, looking at themselves in the mirror — I personally think he meant I’m skinny. Your costume is in the change room, he asked for you to try it on so that he would be back in a minute.

You got inside the change room and saw the beautiful white dress. You could easily be mistaken by a minimalist bride in this dress. The silk was so soft and shiny… the draped bust would make your breasts look even more amazing. You wondered what Tim would think when he saw you in this dress. You giggled like a child, wondering how much this dress cost. Aly loved to pamper you.

— You’ve already hidden your lover’s face from me, don’t hide the dress too! — Aly exclaimed from the outside. You finished putting the dress on and after a good five minutes trying to strap the wings to yourself alone, you got out of the changing room and asked Aly to help you. They helped you and you got to the mirror step to see it better — If i were a woman, I would envy you so much.

You laughed at Aly’s comment.

— I’m serious! — They exclaimed — You’re the only person I know that can make a romantic costume look hot without shortening your skirt or lowering the neckline.

— Thank you, Aly — You said — You’re also rocking. You look simply amazing. The jewellery pieces will compliment the look so much you definitely are going to get Paris Hilton’s blessing.

— Oh, I’m sure I will — They said, smiling — It would be very dumb of her not to choose me as her successor. I mean, I’m thin, I’m blonde and my tan comes straight from Aruba.

— Good that you know — You said.

After you guys took some photos for Aly’s instagram, they started to question you.

— Why don’t we call your Dilf Playboy so that he can see how you look good? — They asked, seated on the armchair beside you. You laughed.

— He is our age, Aly — You tried to guide the conversation — And I can’t show him.

— Why not? Is there anything of yours he hasn't seen yet? No slutshaming obviously.

You laughed loudly.

— Yes, Aly. There are parts of me he hasn’t seen yet — You said — And he is a cheesy motherfucker. Would try to match costumes with me, and then everybody would know about our… thing.

— You can just call it a relationship, you know?

— We are not dating. It’s purely physical.

— Maybe for you and that cold heart of yours — Aly pointed, fidgeting with the hem of their gown.

— I’m not cold hearted — You answered, a bit offended — I just… have more important things. And I don’t want to be in a relationship with him. Things are good the way they are.

— You're really not telling me who your mysterious twink is?

— No, I’m not — You said — At least for now. Maybe after this thing between us end, we can talk shit about him.

— “I’m not cold hearted”, she says — Aly said and rolled their eyes.

You spent some time in silence, watching tv. And then the reality show got interrupted by the news with an interview with Batman.

— Turn the volume up! — Aly exclaimed, worried, since the images were near their father’s work. You did as they asked.

“... The source of the explosion is already being investigated by Red Robin and I, there are no fatal victims and everything will be alright”. Your mind vented. Red Robin. There has been a while since you heard about him. Good to know he is alive. Aly, with a very confused look, turned their head towards you with a devious grin.

— What? — You asked.

— I know why you don’t want to tell me who you’re secretly shagging — They said, leaning towards you. You arche done eyebrow, confused — You’re fucking Batman! — Aly exclaimed as they heard the dark knight voice on the TV. Oh fuck, it was scary how Tim could mimic it almost perfectly — Does he fuck you with the mask on? How big is it?

— What?! No! — You exclaimed, laughing — That man is clearly in his forties, Aly, he could be my father. I’ve told you, he is our age.

— Look, of all the people in this world, you’re the one I’ve least expected to try to gaslight me…

— I’m not, Aly, I swear on my mother’s name.

— I heard his voice, little Y/N. It's Batman!

— No, he’s not! He just is really good at imitating voices — You tried to explain, but Aly wasn’t easily convinced.

— Oh, so he didn’t tell you then — Aly said — I really am a great detective!

— Aly, he is a highschooler — You said, holding their hands — If he was Batman, he would fail every fucking class, and as hard it is for me to admit, he is kinda smart.

— I demand proof.

— What do you want? To see his fucking driver’s licence? Birth certificate? His report card?

— A picture of him will do.

You sighed. There must be a way out of this. You went through your secret gallery, where you kept the pictures you’ve taken together while you engaged in physical activities (you honestly thought it was a bit risky, but you had nothing to lose if these pictures were stolen. Well, maybe your dignity, but at this point you were pretty convinced you’ve already lost it), but they all showed his face or his stomach scar, and Aly had a fucking great memory. They would know it was Tim the second they saw his scar.

— Give me a sec.

You went to the balcony and called for Tim.

— Missing me already? — He asked, his voice echoed. Where the fuck was he that had echo?

— Are you in a cave? — You couldn’t help but ask — Your voice is echoing.

— Oh, I'm in the manor’s gym — He answered.— How can I help you, darling?

— I need a picture of yours — You said, biting your lip nervously — A picture that shows you’re not an old man and that at the same time doesn't show any of your recognizable features.

— That’s a very specific request. May I know why?

— Aly thinks you’re a sugar daddy — You admitted, after a sigh — They’re convinced you’re an old man and I want to prove them wrong. If I don’t, they’ll mock me for eternity.

— You really do hate the idea of having a sugar daddy, don’t you? No one has pampered you enough?I can change that… — He said and you could imagine the grin on his pretty face. Smart ass.

— That’s not the point, Playboy.

— I’ve got you, darling. Remember that picture of us in your bathroom mirror, the one you’re wrapped your legs around my waist?

— The one I asked you to delete? You’ve kept it. Obviously — You said, laughing. You would be mad at him for keeping that picture, but it saved you right now.

— Sorry, I didn’t plan on keeping it, but you look so fucking pretty there that I couldn’t help it.

— That’s okay. Just send it to me, please.

— Sent already, darling.

— Thank you, Playboy.

— You’re welcome, love.

— Bye.

— Kiss you later.

You hung up and walked back into the room. Aly was on the mirror step again and Fabio was back with the pins.

You got in Tim’s chat and opened the photo.

He was right, it was a good photo, but you didn’t want him to have it because of the way you looked at him in it. Too intimate. He was standing with his back turned to your mirror, his wet hair kinda messy and some water droplets sliding on his bruised back. You were being held by him, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupping your ass (gently squeezing, actually, but no one could tell it by the picture), one of your hands grabbing his shoulders, your red nail polish in contrast with his fair skin. You were the one holding the phone and, with your hair wet and slight back, you looked at his smile with flustered cheeks and a sweet smile. Too fucking intimate.

At least, neither his face nor his scars known to the public were showing.

— If you ever say he is old again, Alysanne Taylor Lewis, I’m going to beat your ass — You started getting closer to them. Aly got the phone from your hand and you were not worried that they could get out of the photo and try to discover his identity. You trusted Aly.

— Damn, y/n, you are aggressive in bed — They said, zooming in on Tim's bruises — Nobody would bet on that by looking at your face… always the quiet ones…

— I didn’t do it — You laughed — He got in a fight with his brothers.

— Romeo? — Fabio asked, looking at the photo too. Aly nodded — His back seems incredibly familiar. Weird. I know these measures from someone…

— Maybe you’ve tailored something for him — Aly said, giving your phone back to you — She calls him “Playboy”, so he is certainly on your client’s list.

Fabio looked at you.

— I have no idea, maybe he is — You said, looking at the picture again. Even though Tim was filthy rich, you couldn’t picture him wearing hand made suits. The boy literally showed up at your house wearing jeans and a Flash merch sweater.

— That look on your face — Aly said — Are you sure you’re not in love with him?

— Shut up, Alysanne.

— Maybe Red Robin finally found his match in the competition for your heart. Who would say, a hero and a twink… I guess you don’t really have a type.

You didn’t answer, as you kept looking at your face on the picture before deleting it.

You were not going to let him crawl his way into your heart.

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danganronpafan777 · 1 year

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Can I get some headcannons for the SDRA2 Girls when it comes to their wedding with their S/O

Sure thing!

Emma Magorobi:

If you though Kizuna's wedding was extravagant, Emma's had reporters lining up at the reception just to get a view of the two of you

Hajime has to act as a kind of bodyguard

Of course, Nikei was the only one allowed (Something he would brag about for months)

Emma wears a luxuries white, long sleeved wedding dress

Emma is adamant on covering her scars, and you completely respect her privacy,

Being with you in a place of only your family and close friends makes her tear up, and she makes no attempt to hide her emotions

You are marrying her. She is getting married to you.

You tell her that you love her for who she is, not just because she's a Hollywood star

Knowing that she can trust your family, who accepted her as their own, and her closest friends who had experienced just as much pain as she did, Emma removes her contacts and doesn't dye her hair for the ceremony

In your vows, you tell her how you love the person she truly is, and she reciprocates your feelings in her own vows, showing genuine emotion, love, and gratitude

Kokoro Mitsume:

Kokoro doesn't care much for weddings, but she can tell how much it means to you, and senses how happy you are about it

She'll help with anything you ask her to, but she mostly considers it to be your day

Her vows are pretty brief, and sound like a psychological definition of being in love, and while she doesn't have much emotion in her voice, she still has brief stumbles over her words with a small blush on her face, so you can tell me means every word

She'd just sigh if you tried to pick her up bridal style for the picture, but that doesn't hide the small smile on her face

Kokoro didn't expect to have...fun, but she actually enjoyed the experience, but she would rather to have had less people present

It's not a day she'll forget anytime soon, or not smile when looking back on it, and it sure wasn't a day she would ever take for granted

Kanade Otonokoji:

Kanade makes sure the day is absolutely perfect, not a single possible thing could ruin this moment between you two

Today, she's not afraid to be the one bossing people around, and lord help anyone who tries to mess up your wedding day

Kanade's vows are breathtaking and emotional, making anyone who listens burst into tears, as she describes how much she loves you, how much you meant to you, and how she doesn't want to live a single day without you

Hibiki is crying, but acts like she doesn’t care, and Setsuka probably wasn’t even invited

Kanade writes you a song along with her vows, and plays it at the wedding’s karaoke booth

She’s written dozens of songs about you, none of which she actually published or played before, but today, she wouldn’t hold back her love for you, her true self almost slipping through

She lets you pick her up for the wedding picture, but she could easily hold your entire body with just one hand

She will shyly offer to feed you some cake, and might have to excuse herself for a moment if you actually agree

Even with her masterpieces that she sings and plays for you through the wedding, she still makes sure you two spend time together, dancing in each other’s arms as the ceremony came to a close

Hibiki Otonokoji:

She is super excited about the wedding and is definitely going all out!

Obviously there's karaoke, along with colorful lights, cheerful music, and a giant cake

Instead of vows, Hibiki wrote a whole song for you! With the help of Setsuka and Kanade of course, showing just how much she loves you!

She would cover her face in her hands if you tried to pick her up for the wedding picture, but her adorable blush is still visible

Kanade makes a toast to the two of you, crying a bit as she does so, and congratulating the both of you

But it appears Kanade isn't Satisfied...

Hibiki insists that the two of you dance, and while she isn't the best dancer, she will still whine about how bad you are at it anytime you step on her toes

She'll try to dip you but fail miserably. You just laugh it off, happy that this is the girl you'll be spending the rest of your life with

Hibiki may never admit it, but nothing made her happier that day than being able to officially start a new life with you

Setsuka Chiebukuro:

Even if she's the bride, in Setsuka's eyes, the day is all about you and her love for you

She makes it the best day either of you can imagine, filming every second with her eye camera

Setsuka goes all out with her vows, describing how much every moment with you meant to her, before sweeping you off your feet with the kiss

She also picks you up bridal style for the wedding photo, showing you off proudly to anyone and everyone

She dotes on you and feeds you wedding cake as all your family and close friends watch, laughing at your blush

Setsuka would enjoy a bar at the reception, and probably get in a dance off against Shinji at some point, but she's sure to save the last dance for you

Obviously she takes the lead, holding your hand and twirling you around, no matter your gender

Setsuka isn't shy to admit it was the best day of her life, always taking a break from her work and taking you to a fancy restaurant for every wedding anniversary to come

Sora:

Would enjoy a classy wedding, but not too luxurious

Sora would tease you and act like this was all your idea, but she's doing most of the planning (But would always take your opinion into consideration)

Her vows aren't too long, but she spent a lot of time on them and tried her best to convey her feelings to you

She will feed you cake and will pick you up for the photo no matter what you say

She would always get you a banquet of flowers for your wedding anniversary, every single year

Sora would never forget your wedding day, treasuring every anniversary and every moment she has with you, nothing makes her happier than knowing you feel the same way, and your love is now officially eternal

Yoruko Kabuya:

Yoruko would enjoy a calm, classy wedding rather than luxurious (But if you wanna spoil her, she won't object too much-)

She invites all of her coworkers and friends, and while she tries not to make a big deal out of the wedding, it really does mean a lot to her

Her vows are pretty short but sweet, and she is trying her best to hold back tears

She acts like the vows were no big deal, but she spent weeks writing hers, and almost breaks out in tears at yours

Yoruko's dress is beautiful, but covers up a lot of her body, as she hates people staring at her body and cleavage during her job

She would absolutely refuse to let you pick her up or dip her during the kiss, her face would become as red as a tomato

If you tried to feed her cake, it would be just like the official Valentine's Day art, very blushy but won't stop you

Iroha Nijue:

She probably had to wear a child sized wedding dress-

You can bet that Iroha didn't invite a single member of her family to the wedding

Iroha would like a grand wedding, and being able to design the cake

You didn't think the Ultimate Painter would wear a plain white wedding dress, did you?

No, she filled it with as many details as she possibly could, with beautiful looking effects and scenery, with extra hints and details referring to both of your favorite anime characters and other special moments between the two of you that no one else would be able to understand

She has a giant smile on her face the whole day, and despite her short and simplistic vows, you can tell she put a lot of effort into them, and completely meant it

The playlist of the wedding mostly consists of anime theme songs rather than romantic or classical music, and the two of you dance to it

The cake is absolutely giant, and she savors every bite with you, and if you feed her, she will completely melt

#emma magorobi #kokoro mitsume #kanade otonokoji #hibiki otonokoji #setsuka chiebukuro #iroha nijiue #sora #yoruko kabuya #sdra2 kanade #sdra2 headcanons #danganronpa x reader #sdra2 x reader #sdra2

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greatideas-badwriter · 7 months

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Worth The Risk: Chapter 11

'Stop. Stop. Stop,' Sasuke told himself while kissing Sakura, but he didn't listen. 'For once in your fucked up life, do the right thing!'

It didn't matter how much the man hated himself for following his emotions rather than logic; there was no way in hell he'd turn away from that woman while she stood there crying because of him.

The moment he opened the door to shoo Karin out of his room and his eyes landed on the pink-haired girl, all alarms went off at full volume. He'd been trying to move on from his unhealthy obsession with her, but when he recognized the look of betrayal on her pale face, he wanted nothing other than to throw his fist through a wall.

Finally pulling away, ending their kiss, he searched her teary-eyed face again. 'She's always so pretty, even when she's crying.'

Rather lamely, he admitted, "You're right. I have no clue what I'm doing." Sakura's brow furrowed, as she likely assumed he was trying to take back what he'd just done, but Sasuke interrupted, "But I won't hurt you on purpose."

He meant it, too. When he became so enamored by her that he was willing to try something he swore off years ago, he didn't know, but that was the case. After Izumi, the man vowed never to look for or stumble upon love. He didn't deserve it.

'Itachi will be happy when he finds out, but he shouldn't be.'

Sasuke said, "Let's get some sleep. It's late."

"Okay, but, um, I-I don't want to do anything…."

He rolled his eyes, giving the woman a light shove toward the bed while he turned to click off the lights, "I'm not an idiot."

Sakura lay on her side with her back against the wall, facing him as he joined her under the covers.

'Why's she so far away?' Just when he was about to ask aloud, he remembered how rare it was for her to allow someone to touch her and decided against it, 'I've pushed my luck enough for one night.'

The pair remained silent as they fell asleep, though Sasuke took much longer.

If the angry, hurt expression on the woman's face earlier as she yelled at him was anything to go by, Sasuke was fortunate she didn't completely ice him out. Sure, she'd gotten angry at him in the past, but it wasn't fiery hot like tonight.

When he thought about why that was, a satisfied feeling washed over him, 'She was jealous. I didn't take her for the type.'

Yes, it was serious, not comical, because he hadn't simply flirted with someone. Sasuke slept with one of her only friends, knowing very well that it would affect her. That said, it stroked his ego a little to know Sakura felt that strongly.

'If I pull some shit like that again, she'll disappear. There's not a doubt in my mind.'

Even if Sasuke did want to find some random whore to sleep with, he couldn't because he'd only be able to picture Sakura's face, to remember her voice and scent. It was odd, realizing a man notorious for having a new partner each week only wanted one specific person. It was definitely a unique experience.

He turned onto his back, sliding his hand under the pillow with a sigh, only to open his eyes when his fingers wrapped around something cold and metal. It was a knife, and he knew it before pulling it out to stare at in the dark room. The weapon reminded him that next to nothing about Sakura's past was known. Obviously, It had darkness, or she wouldn't be spooked enough to sleep with a blade.

'Fuck, that's why she sleeps so little, isn't it? She's scared of something. Someone,' Sasuke turned onto his side again, looking at the woman's sleeping face with new eyes, 'Who is it? It has to be a guy because she doesn't like hanging around men. They make her uncomfortable.'

The weapon was returned to its spot under the pillow, and the Uchiha man reached under the blanket and searched until he found her hand, gently allowing her to unconsciously grasp it like she had last time.

'What did he do to her? Did he hit her? What if he-' Unbridled rage flooded his entire being before he could even finish the thought, so he shook his head and tried to think about something else.

Sasuke was remembering all sorts of things now that he'd come to the conclusion that she had, indeed, been hurt by someone. She squeezes her eyes closed and tries to make herself smaller whenever anyone speaks too loudly, even if they aren't talking to her. If the tiniest mistake is made, she apologizes like she'll be killed on the spot for not being perfect.

'And above all else, she hates being paid attention to.'

Unlike most women, Sakura tried to remain invisible rather than seek out compliments or talk endlessly. It took the Uchiha man only a few days of living together to conclude that he couldn't make assumptions about her just because she was a girl. He'd been waiting for her to say something to try and tempt him to flirt, but it never happened.

The warm, gentle feeling in his chest was becoming more and more normal. It appeared again as he looked at the woman, barely holding back the urge to pull her closer because he knew it'd scare her if she woke up.

Uncharacteristically, he whispered, "I wish you'd tell me what happened."

Though Sakura was fast asleep, and he knew that, a tiny bit of disappointment came over Sasuke when she didn't respond.

For the first time in a long time, Sakura slept well and didn't even dream. There was only the overwhelming relief that she and Sasuke were finally on the same page and the electric anxiety, borderline excitement, that he was sleeping so close when neither of them was drunk.

Emerald green eyes crept open in the morning to see the man's back. They traveled up to admire the adorable way his black hair had become a mess throughout the night, the tiniest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. More than anything, the pink-haired girl was grateful that he hadn't disregarded her boundaries while she slept.

'He likes physical affection. I don't need to ask or even see it to know. He always barely stops himself from touching me.'

Blushing, Sakura decided to try meeting him halfway. She cautiously scooted closer, slipping an arm over his waist, pressing her forehead to his back, and closing her eyes with a calming breath.

Like a stove that'd just been turned on, the woman gradually became warmer and warmer until it felt like she'd begin to sweat. Just before she could pull away, Sasuke spoke in a raspy voice, deep from sleeping, "You don't have to panic all the time. Do you really think I'll get mad?"

"It's…not that," she replied, pulling her arm from over his side but snuggling into his back instead of scooting away now that she knew he was awake.

"I have a question," the man sounded half-asleep, still, which was a little cute, so Sakura made a sound encouraging him to ask it. He hesitated momentarily before saying, "Skip your classes today."

Sakura scoffed, "That didn't sound like a question."

He made an amused sound, "Do it. Stay in bed."

After pondering for a moment, the woman admitted sheepishly, "I think I have a fever anyway, so I guess it'll be alright. Just for today."

The man slowly rolled over to face her, dark eyes hazy with sleep as he pressed a hand to her forehead with a frown that just got deeper when he realized she was, indeed, quite warm.

He didn't say anything, but she could tell he felt terrible because she'd obviously gotten sick from walking around in the dead of winter at night while taking Karin home yesterday. Part of her wanted to say something to ease his guilt, but she didn't because he deserved to suffer at least a little. Just because they kissed doesn't mean the woman was entirely over being angry with him.

'We need to talk about things, but where do we even start?'

Are they just friends that were open about their physical attraction to one another? Are they more than friends? Sakura couldn't imagine Sasuke agreeing to date, even if they ended up doing everything a couple would.

As the woman stared at his stoic face, she felt her temperature rising again, 'Was he always this handsome?'

Having agreed to play hooky, the duo ended up moving to Sasuke's room after Sakura forced him to change the sheets. Then, they watched movies of all genres. It wasn't like they paid much attention to them anyway. Barely half an hour into the first one, Sakura couldn't help but ask, "How old are you?"

"What?"

"I know you're around my age, but I don't know the year you were born," she said a little softer, feeling embarrassed. They were lying side by side, just far apart enough that their arms were mere inches from touching.

"Guess," the attractive man teased, amusement thick in his tone.

Sakura glanced over to survey his features, looking back at the screen when he noticed, "Uh, twenty-four?"

The Uchiha scoffed, "Holy fuck! Do I really look that old? I'm twenty-two."

"That's only a two-year difference. It's not like I said you look thirty or something."

Sasuke hummed, not bothering to avert his stare, when she caught him looking, "I bet you're twenty-one. I'd guess younger if I didn't meet you in a bar."

"Should I be flattered or offended? Do I look like a teenager?"

"You're just…little," he said with a strange, unfamiliar warmth in his eyes.

She blushed, frowning as she faced the television again, "I can't help that. It's genetics. My mom and grandma had small chests, too."

'Figures he'd make a comment on that. Pervert.'

Since reaching puberty, Sakura'd been teased about being flat-chested. A lot of it came from her very own boyfriend and friends. She was too scared they'd get upset if she told them it made her uncomfortable, so she suffered in silence. That ignorant choice ended with her developing a stigma.

"I meant you're entire body, not your tits. Get your mind out of the gutter," he faced the TV, too, but reached over to wrap his fingers loosely around her wrist.

The pair was silent for about an hour, the movie ending and another one beginning, before Sasuke hesitantly asked, "Earlier, you said "had" when talking about your mom and grandma. Are they…?"

'Why does he suddenly want to know about me? He's never so much as asked my favorite color.'

Either way, the woman responded, "My grandma died when I was in middle school."

"And your mom?"

Sakura's eyes glazed over, so she wasn't actually seeing the screen, though it appeared that she was, 'I can't tell him everything. Not yet.' She decided to open up a bit, but not entirely, "Dead to me."

The question of why that was hung in the air, but the pinkette quickly asked, "What about you? Do you have any family besides Itachi around here?"

"Tobi's a distant cousin by marriage, but other than that, no. All my blood relatives are dead."

'The terrified look on his face when he thought Itachi was dying makes sense now. That's his one weakness: his brother.' Empathetic sadness washed over her, and she turned her arm upright so he could interlace their fingers instead of holding her wrist, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I have family out there, and I've cut them out of my life when you probably-" "That's stupid as fuck. Don't think things like that."

Things became quiet briefly before he mumbled, "You're lying here with me after all I've done, so you must have a good reason for it."

"Can we change the subject?" Sakura asked bluntly. She didn't want the topic to remain so serious when they were only just now getting along.

"Oh, are we playing twenty questions? I'll go first," Sasuke said in a mock-gossipping tone, as though pretending to be one of her female friends, "Favorite food."

"You'll laugh," she blushed, continuing when he made a sound of denial, "Cheeseburgers."

The man chuckled, "I never would've guessed. Toppings?"

"Loaded!"

They looked at one another when he squeezed her hand, and her heart fluttered when he grinned playfully, "Let's order that tonight. I have to see it."

Sakura rolled her eyes, "You're paying."

"Naturally."

"Okay, my turn, right? Um, how old were you when you had your first kiss?"

Sasuke's eyes narrowed, his grin turning into a smirk, "Damn. Here I was, going easy on you to be nice, and you're going straight for the fucking dirty details." He made a show of pondering the question before saying, "Thirteen."

'So young! He'll never stop teasing me if he finds out I was sixteen for mine.'

It was comfortable between the pair as they continued asking one another questions. The casual vibe that the Uchiha man emitted worked wonders to relieve her unease, reminding the woman why she was initially drawn to him in the first place. No other man, not even her teachers, could come close or talk with her like this without Sakura being on edge.

'I wonder why that is….'

That evening, Sasuke left before returning with food; burgers as promised. Sakura often found herself too nervous to eat much, her stomach twisting into knots that refused to loosen. She'd just spent hours getting comfortable, so that wasn't the case this time.

'Cute….' Sasuke thought while watching the tiny woman before him in awe. Unlike he'd ever seen her before, Sakura ate casually. 'She wasn't lying. It really is her favorite.'

At this hour yesterday, he'd have never guessed that he'd be sitting there, sharing a meal with the pink-haired woman after spending the entire day together. When Itachi suggested getting to know her better, he was hesitant because he knew he'd feel this way afterward: even more enamored than before.

Sasuke clung to every little fact he was given.

She likes traditional "guy" foods like burgers, steak, and BBQ. Her favorite color is red, but she also really likes green. Winter is her favorite season, while Summer is her least. She gets cold more easily than anyone he's ever met, but the man didn't need her to tell him that. He'd picked it up on his own.

Something told him not to ask the deeper questions yet, so he stuck to superficial things.

'What will she do if she discovers how obsessed I've become? I need to hide it well, for both our sakes.' The concept of someone trying to get close scared each of them, but likely for different reasons.

His reason was that he didn't deserve to be happy, and he knew it. That's why he deluded himself to one-night stands, partying, and carrying on like a world-class douchebag. Sure, those things were cool when he was a teenager, but now he'd matured enough to see how much that lifestyle lacked substance.

'Nothing, and no one stays.' If they tried, Sasuke would make them hate his guts, so they wouldn't dare come crawling back.

He hated himself, and it was easier to remain unhappy and self-punishing when surrounded by boring or annoying things.

'But now Sakura's here, and I can't do that to her; I won't,' the man thought, eyeing her profile as she watched the action movie on TV and continued eating, 'This is the most selfish thing I've done other than getting Izumi killed.'

Sakura had no idea just how fucked up a person Sasuke was, but he held back just enough of that side of him that she didn't notice.

"Are you feeling okay? I didn't get you sick, did I? Why aren't you eating?" The object of his desires was looking at him with bright green eyes and a concerned frown. He shook his head, wordlessly taking a bite so she'd stop staring.

That night, after both had showered, separately, of course, Sasuke lay in bed in a suddenly not-so-happy mood because she'd gone to Zetsu's room to sleep, 'I thought after last night, and today, she'd just sleep here.'

That thought led him to realize he may have made a mistake in assuming she felt even a fraction of what he did. 'She let me kiss her, but that doesn't mean she's up for anything.' Groaning to himself, his eyes shot open, 'What if she just wants to be friends?'

Panic, anger, confusion, and a few unfamiliar low emotions swirled around the pit of Sasuke's stomach.

A soft knock on the door interrupted his stressing, and he rolled over to see Sakura enter, quietly closing the door behind her and crouching beside the bed, "Can I, um…Can I sleep in here, just for tonight?"

The man sat up, eyes narrowing when he recognized the expression on her face as something negative. She was scared for some reason. "What's wrong?" He nodded, though, and turned to face her when she climbed under the covers.

She lowered her eyes to his chest, voice soft and wavering, "It's freezing tonight, and you're warm, so I thought maybe I should take advantage of that."

'Fucking liar. You're not even good at it.'

Sasuke hesitated to say or do anything as he watched her eyes squeeze closed and her head lower to try (and fail) to hide that she was in tears. He was pissed at her for not being honest, but he kept in mind that even someone like her had pride. She didn't want to swallow it and admit to not wanting to be alone.

So, when the man got the urge to pull her closer into his chest, he didn't hold it back this time and prayed it wasn't a huge mistake. He did it. He wrapped an arm around her waist and maneuvered her so he could slip his other one beneath her.

The scent of her shampoo wafted over him as she tensed up, hands fisting his shirt, "...Sasuke?"

The Uchiha man pressed his lips to her forehead, not quite a kiss, and grumbled softly, "You said you were cold, didn't you?"

It was then that Sakura realized he knew she'd lied, and he could tell because she steadily relaxed her muscles until her face was buried in his shirt, and she was freely sniffling. The woman nodded moments later with a barely audible voice saying, "It was like ice in there."

'What she's really trying to say is that it was bad, whatever shook her. Maybe another nightmare? That's the most likely thing.' Always the selfish one, Sasuke tried to memorize the feeling of her petite body pressed against his as he drifted off to sleep.

#haruno sakura #uchiha sasuke #sasuke #sakura #sasusaku #sasusaku fic #sasusaku fanfiction #naruto #naruto shippuden #sakura uchiha #narutofanfiction #naruto shippuden fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #narutofanfic

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poisonedprose · 2 years

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₊˚✧ abundantly clear

boreo angst

warnings: drugs, cursing

masterlist

prompt from: a dickhead who lied straight to my face

Theo and Boris laid next to Boris' pool. Tweaked out on whatever drugs they got their hands on this time. "You know, Potter, I want you to meet Kotku." Boris turned to look at Theo. "Why?" Theo asked, still staring into the sky.

"Because she wants to meet my best friend. And, you know, whatever Kotku wants-" "Kotku gets." Theo finished with a sigh. "No, Boris. I don't want to meet her." Boris clicked his tongue disappointingly.

"Just give her a chance. I think you'll like her!" Boris smiled. "How do I put this nicely and in a way that wont hurt your feelings... I fucking hate her." Theo looked at Boris, who was already looking at Theo.

"Why?" Boris asked, the disappointment evident in his face and voice. "I just... I don't like the way she treats you, or that she gets annoyed by every little thing, or that she's so fucking clingy, or her age, especially her age. And I also don't like that you obey her every command like some lost puppy." Theo explained.

Boris turned his head to look back at the sky. "Sorry. I was just being honest." Theo mimicked Boris' action, sighing as he did so. "Don't be sorry. I am glad you were honest." Boris paused, taking in a deep breath. "But, please meet her. I don't want her to be mad."

Theo sighed. "Fine. But you owe me. Hear me, Boris? You owe me." Boris smiled and Theo laughed. Truth be told, Theo would do anything to see him smile. And if seeing him smile meant that he had to see the girl he despised most, then so be it.

"Do you want to see her now?" Boris asked, breaking the short silence they shared. "Now?" Theo inquired and Boris nodded. "She told you weeks ago she wanted to meet me today and you just remembered now?" Theo asked though it was more rhetorical. "It wasn't weeks ago. Just week ago." The two laughed, admiring the stars as they did.

They stayed quiet for a while, basking in the bliss of the silent night. Boris began to say something before his phone went off with a 'ding.' "It's Kotku, she wants to know if we're coming now. She's at some restaurant." Boris explained to which Theo nodded.

"Do I need to wear anything nice?" Boris hummed, signaling for Theo to give him a moment. He quickly searched up the restaurant Kotku said she was at and looked at the pictures. "No. But you should wear my blazer." Boris sat up and was quickly followed by Theo.

"But won't she get mad?" Theo furrowed his eyebrows. "No. There is no reason for her to get mad." Boris lied. She would. She would be fucking livid. She would probably go berserk.

But if Boris was being honest, he loved when she got mad at him, because then, he could seek comfort in Theo. He could hear him say everything would be fine and feel his gentle touch in his hair.

"I'll get a taxi. You go get the blazer." Boris smiled and quickly stood up and reached out a hand for Theo. Theo took his hand and he was quickly pulled up. He hurried up the stairs and into Boris' room. Theo reached for the blazer that laid messily on the floor and threw it on.

He headed back down and met Boris outside. "It will be here soon." Theo nodded. The birds, which should be silent this time at night, chirpped which kept them occupied until the taxi came.

The ride to the restaurant was quick. The two quickly made their way to the surprisingly noisy building. They spotted Kotku at a table outside and made their way to her.

"Kotku, принцеса, this is Theo." Boris smiled as they sat down. Kotku looked Theo up and down and gave a fake smile. Theo returned the gesture and let out a sigh. This was going to be a long night.

The group fell into a long awkward silence. "I'm sorry, I'm not doing this." Theo broke the silence and began to get up. "Pussy." Kotku snickered. "Yeah, fuck this." Theo stood up and began to walk away.

"Theo!" Boris quickly followed Theo and grabbed his arm. "Don't, Boris! She obviously doesn't like me and she has made that abundantly clear. I'm sorry, okay? I am. But I'm not going to force myself to hang out with that... that bitch!" Kotku gasped.

"Don't talk about my girlfriend like that." Boris scolded. "Well, it's not my fault your girlfriend's shitty." Theo yelled back, taking off the blazer and shoving it to him. "What is wrong with you?" Boris scoffed.

"Fuck this. Fuck her. Fuck you. Fuck you, Boris. And fuck your pretty fucking eyes and lips and.. and fuck everything you've done to make me catch feelings." Theo yelled.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, regretting what the drugs made him say. "Goodnight." Theo held back tears that threatened to fall from his eyes and began walking back to his house.

#! ✴ ₊˚✧ tgf .#boreo #tgf theo #tgf #tgf boris #the goldfinch #boris and theo #theo and boris #boris x theo #theo x boris #gay #lgbt #donna tartt #boreo fic #theo decker #boris pavlikovsky

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panickinganakin · 10 months

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stepping stones to hell ch. 10 (ronance fic)

hello!! all previous chapters can be found here!

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A week had passed since Robin had received flowers from Nancy. One week and already so much had changed.

For the full seven days since then Robin had called Nancy every day. They would discuss Nancy’s day at work, her trips to the stores or anything else she may have done. Then they would talk about the performance Robin had the previous night. Sometimes they would talk about the drives and thrift stores Robin would visit if it was the day after a free day. Something she hadn’t told Nancy was she had found her a tshirt to start her very own collection but she was keeping that as a surprise.

Robin would always go into the same dramatic detail about the shows and talk about how the fans were so energetic. “I just don’t know, Nance. Last night's show was the best we’ve played yet.” Robin sighed into the phone. She was laying back on the purple velvet sofa in her dressing room with the phone pinned to her ear with the support of her shoulder.

Nancy’s laugh filled the speaker and Robin could feel her heart flutter. She adored Nancy’s laugh. “You say that about every show. Or at least you have about the last few.”

“What? No I don’t,” she said pretending to be slightly offended. This was true and she knew it. However it did take her by surprise every single time. It was and will always be so amazing how big their fanbase had grown over the years. From small gigs in Indiana bars with three people to sold out shows in venues that held 5,000 people. “Okay, fine. I do. But! I’m impressed every single time.”

“It’s amazing. I still can’t believe what we’re all out here doing. Who knew Hawkins would put out such a number of successful people?”

“That’s very true. It had to be something in the water.”

They laughed together before Nancy sighed, “I wish you were back already. Stargazing is boring alone now. And there’s gonna be a meteor shower next week.”

“No way, what day?”

“Mmmm,” Nancy went silent for a moment while she thought. “Wednesday night. Sorry, I had to check my journal.”

“You have a journal for meteor showers?” Robin asked with a smile Nancy couldn’t see.

“I log it all! Moon phases, when certain constellations become visible, all of it.” Robin laughed lightly. That was cute. She could picture Nancy getting excited as she scribbled into a notebook about when the next full moon would be. “What?” Nancy demanded defensively.

“Nothing! I just think it’s cute, that’s all.”

Nancy made a small giggling noise that Robin could barely hear through the phone. Her chest swelled and she took a breath. “You’ll have to show me your journal when I’m back.”

“You want to see my star planner?”

“Of course! If it’s something you’re interested in and something you care about I want to see it. I want to experience it with you! We can be moon phase buddies or whatever you would call it.”

“Thank you. That’s really kind. I didn’t think anyone would care about this kind of stuff. Not like the planets and shit. Obviously that’s not just a me thing. I just, no one has ever expressed an interest in this particular hobby.”

“You just haven’t had the right friends then,” Robin countered.

Nancy sighed before saying, “I can’t believe it took us so long to reconnect. It’s wild though. It’s like since we've reunited it’s so hard to not be around you as if we didn’t spend like seven years apart.”

Robin nodded with the phone in hand, “I know what you mean.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two of them and Robin couldn’t help but smile fondly. She really did know exactly what Nancy meant. It was so crazy how for years they didn’t speak or see one another but now that they had it was like they were magnets pulling at one another even from states away. Robin’s chest felt warm before going cold, she knew she was in over her head. In a matter of two weeks she knew she did like Nancy. Not in a just friends way either. She knew she could never admit that though. She wouldn’t risk their friendship

“Where will you be on Wednesday?” Nancy asked, finally breaking the quiet.

Robin thought for a moment, “Tennessee. We have a show in Franklin Tuesday night so we’ll get a hotel and stay since we don’t have to be in Missouri until Friday.”

“Maybe you can find a good spot to watch the showers,” she suggested.

“Possibly, I’ll have to look into it. Maybe ask a tour guide or something.”

Nancy laughed softly, “I’m sure you’ll find something.”

A knock on the door interrupted Robin’s vision of Nancy and her at Painter’s Pointe watching the meteor shower together. “Ugh. I have to go, sound check. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Yeah! Looking forward to it, bye Robs.”

“Bye, Nance.”

Robin hung the phone back on its receiver then hurried to the door. Gareth stood outside it with a big grin on his face. “What?” She demanded, pushing passed him.

He kept her stride, still smiling like a fool. “Everyday for a whole week. Today was phone call number seven.”

Robin rolled her eyes, straightening out the studded cuffs Eddie had let her borrow. Not only did they look cool but they helped stabilize her wrists which was a plus. “I swear every single one of you are like giggling girls.”

“We’re just excited for you. Plus, all of us really like Nancy. And don’t say you don’t care. Also don’t say you only like her as a friend. Don’t even try to lie about any of it.”

She groaned. Gareth had taken her two most used excuses on this topic before she got the chance to use them.

As they walked on the stage he squeezed her shoulder, “We just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” she motioned toward the empty venue. It was vacant with the exception of a few employees scattered throughout. There was a guy messing with the lights, a woman adjusting cords on the stage and few other people doing various jobs.

“I know you’re happy. But we want you to be happy.”

“That makes no sense, you’re literally just repeating yourself.”

Gareth passed Robin her in ears before she took a seat in front of the drums. “Because it’s not the same happy. It’s the sort where you have a person. Someone to experience things with. Having someone waiting at home for you is so rewarding. It’s nice having something to look forward to.”

Robin pretended to gag, “Okay lover boy.”

This time Gareth rolled his eyes before striding away. A man down in front of the stage signaled Robin to hit her drums which she did. They held up a hand for her to stop. She bounced her leg quickly, waiting for the next cue.

In moments of silence her thoughts always drifted to Nancy now. She desperately tried to search for something. She needed to focus on her performance tonight. Steve had told her a few different writers would be here to do articles about their show for their papers. She needed to stop thinking about anything but performing. It was so hard when glances of Nancy’s smile filled her thoughts and the sound of her laugh echoed in Robin’s head.

She shook her head, trying to push everything but drums out of her dumb head.

She went through the routine of soundcheck as usual. Waiting for signals, watching the others, and banging on the drums. As they were wrapping up Eddie rushed over to her, waving the rest of the group over. After they were huddled together he looked around at everyone nervously, “I want to swap a song out tonight.”

“Oh boy, which for what?” Lance asked cautiously. This could be concerning depending on if it was a song they practiced lately or not.

“Today is mine and Steve’s anniversary so I’d really like to play Til Death Do Us Part by White Lion. Obviously it’s not something we’ve played but I’ve been practicing it. So, we can swap it with my solo acoustic song that way you guys can still get water and stuff, and have a second to breathe. Is that okay with everyone?”

“Anything you wanna do dude,” Jeff patted his back.

Eddie looked to Lance and Robin for confirmation to which the two grinned and nodded. One thing the group was great about was always supporting one another. It was actually a beautiful dynamic they all had. All four had solo time, specific songs on the set that were favorites, and all had creative input to the set itself.

“Thank you.”

“Alright doors open in ten, please make your way backstage guys,” a woman in a red polo announced from the top of the stage.

They all nodded and moved back behind the black curtain where Gareth and Steve stood conversing in hushed tones. The two went silent after glancing at Robin.

She rolled her eyes knowing the topic of their discussion was definitely her and Nancy Wheeler. “You two are so annoying,” she said with a shake of her head.

“It’s sweet,” Lance argued.

“No you too!” She pleaded, turning to Jeff who was her last hope.

He shrugged quickly, “I agree! We all like Nancy!”

“Ugh!” Robin groaned before dramatically stomping away. “See you guys in a few hours!” She had to get away.

The place was packed out, just like the others before it and those to come after. A fully sold out tour. Shit. Was. Wild.

Robin pushed her hair back, the sweat was making her bangs stick to her forehead. She looked out at the crowd, part of it hard to see from the lights shining down on the stage. Tonight had been a great show, one of her favorites so far. Even if Nancy would laugh when Robin reported back to her about it.

The drumsticks sent vibrations through her fingers which ended at her elbows. It didn’t take long for her arms to start feeling the burn which was why as the current song came to an end Robin dropped her arms and jumped up from the stool with relief.

She hurried over to the curtain where Gareth was waiting for water. The rest of the band joined her which had Steve edging close to them, “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

He looked over them all then back to the stage where Eddie stood alone for his acoustic. Typically during his acoustic, Lance and Jeff would remain in their area or stand by the drums, it was rare that the three of us all backed off at one time.

Robin shrugged then took the water to the side just enough to get a good view of Eddie but not to interrupt him.

“We are going to do something a little different tonight. See, today is mine and my partner's eight year anniversary.” Eddie paused as the crowd cheered loudly. Robin glanced at Steve whose face was beet red. “Eight years, I know! That’s crazy. Anyways, he came into my life in a very dark time we’ll say. He was and always has been my sort of guiding light. A northern star for me. So tonight I wanted to sing a song for him.”

Eddie took a step back from the mic and started picking at the guitar strings before stepping forward again, “I love you, Steven Michael Harrington.”

The crowd roared before Eddie started singing.

She looked over to Steve who was quickly wiping at his eyes. She joined him at his side and wrapped around his middle to hug him. “Happy anniversary, dingus.”

“Shut up,” he said in a watery tone.

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japanifornication · 5 months

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9, 22, 26 for the fic writer asks!

hi rylan, tysm for the ask!!! 🥰

9. what fic meant the most to you to write?

this is a pretty tough question! looking back i wrote a lot more than i thought this year (2023 has been so long jfc) but i guess i would have to give this to status. mostly just because it finished off the series that really kicked me into gear in this fandom 💕

22. share an excerpt from your favorite scene.

it was an open secret they were frustrated with each other, phoenix with edgeworth for running away again, edgeworth with him for “giving up.” things were made worse by the distance, made worse by the constant friction in the ways they’d both always done little things that drove each other crazy and now amplified into disaster by everything else.

so the notion of edgeworth being a “friend” instead of someone he just miserably wanted to hatefuck just to get over him was laughable, but he couldn’t tell his daughter that.

he’s been thinking about it too long and he knows she knows that. he pulls away from the half-hug she’s got him in and picks up her crooked hat from atop her head, ruffling her hair softly then setting it back down straighter and pulling her back in for a tighter hug. “yeah. everything’s fine, kiddo. sometimes he’s just annoying, you know? seems like he knows everything, doesn’t it?”

that earns a laugh, which always makes him feel a little lighter. “i think he does, daddy. he’s so smart. but you’re smart too, just in a different way.” she leans her head against his shoulder and it tips her hat again.

“mm. you think so?” he asks with a low chuckle, scratching at his stubble.

“mhmm! he reads like a lot of books, i bet. and probably wikipedia, for fun. i like to do that too sometimes. like i bet if i asked him… the national flower of austria, he could tell me in a second. but you’re better at people. like, you could tell that snake guy was a good man who wasn’t just selling us a sick snake for more than it was worth, right? d’you think miles would be able to tell that?” she asks. her eyes are closed as she talks, and phoenix wonders what she’s picturing in that endless imagination of hers.

“i think he could have gone online and done the research to find out, but i don’t think he would have agreed to this in the first place,” phoenix snorts.

“because he’s too proper for a pet like a snake,” trucy sniffs with a faux air of decorum, and phoenix lets out a loud laugh. he’s needed that; she always knows what he needs.

“yeah, he is. but it’s not his decision. he’s helping but ultimately it’s still my decision, and i know you’ll take good care of ant.”

my favorite parts of writing decadence are actually the scenes between trucy and phoenix. i think during 7yg he really does need her just as much as she needs him, and i wanted their relationship to be more than just set dressing to the nrmt, even though that is the focus. i hope i pulled that off and keep pulling it off. more soon! i know i keep saying that but... more soon (croaks and dies).

26. if you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

also a hard question. if we're talking about specifically writing, and not like, anything related to posting the writing, it has to be writing decadence. i just find a lot of catharsis in writing arguments, especially of characters in very unhealthy (manic, anxious, etc.) mindsets. it's a place i know very intimately from my own life but with Help have come a long place from, and don't want to return to obviously, because it's not fun in real life. but it makes for compelling writing/reading imo, i can't really explain why misunderstandings and arguments are some of my favorite things to dig into. i guess there's still some part of me, even now that i am medicated and doing okay, that loves the satisfaction of being the architect of fights and deciding who gets the last word and when it's over, something that very much is not how it works when you are the one having a manic episode or anxiety attack.

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Major Conveniences ~ part 5

Klitz (The Girl Next Door) x fem!reader

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Masterlist for Major Conveniences

A/N - IT’S FINALLY FKN HERE! I’ve been sick TWICE since the last part and life’s been knocking me on my ass consistently lately. BUT! I’ve finally posted the fifth part! It is slightly shorter from how long I intended it to be at first but “the rest of it” so to speak is going to have to be the next part. Bc I’ve been working too long on thiiiiiis.

Not me searching up Yale’s libraries rules... And so much else about Yale and a little about Georgetown for this fic. I’m dedicated af. Even though I probably don’t need to be. I think I definitely could get by with only using my Gilmore Girls knowledge of Yale.

This text might be my most rewritten, and rewritten, and rewritten piece ever, I’m pretty sure my latest rewrite of this (that I just finished) was like at least my fifth or seventh look over it all. That might be because this is once again hella self indulgent... but uhm... yeah. idc.

Word Count - 5 401

Overthinking would hardly ever be a solution to anything. Unless the problem itself could be solved through analysis. Therefore, when it comes to a situation like this. Where you’re going to meet someone, obviously not knowing what they’re going to say or how it’s all going to go in general… it cannot be solved by overthinking.

Picturing every little possible situation is not even possible. Especially when you don’t know them and your mind is quite obviously fixed on the thought that you’re going to screw this up somehow.

It wasn’t the only thing on your mind. But it definitely took up a large chunk of your thoughts ever since the moment Klitz told you that they were going to visit.

Eli, Matt, and Danielle had booked a hotel just five minutes from campus.

It was going to take Matt and his girlfriend a couple of hours to drive up from DC. And it would take even longer for Eli to fly from Los Angeles. But then they’d just be here. Five minutes away. Which was more than a little nerve-racking. But the whole situation, in general, could be described as such.

But it wasn’t as if your nerves had been able to calm down at any point the last few days anyway. A lot of studying and additionally feeling as if there was nowhere on campus that you could feel comfortably alone. You’d rather be alone with Klitz. But at this point, you’d accept to be alone by yourself anywhere that wasn’t just one of the bathrooms.

Going to college is certainly a socializing experience and something that makes you get ’out there’ in the world or whatever one would say. But it also tears down any sort of resemblance of privacy.

So when feeling as if everything in the world is crashing down upon you, you crash onto your bed. You’d been lying face down in your bed for probably… way too long after getting back from your last lecture of the day.

Your roommate at her desk working on some assignment, her fingers annoyingly tapping against her desk as she reads through the pages of some course literature. Sometimes pausing her tapping to pick up her pen and scribble a few notes down.

And then there was a knock at the door.

”Come in!” Both of you shouted at the same time, the door creaked open, your head twisting to the side to see who it is. Klitz. ”Ah, the boyfriend. I’m not going to the library.” She quickly stated, returning to her actions of clicking her nails against the desk and turned her head back to the book.

”Hi baby.” You mumbled, not getting up from your position as Klitz climbs onto your bed beside you. Brushed his hand upwards on your back before settling softly at the end of your neck. A small hum rising out of you in the contentment of his touch. Which made him decide to continue stroking your back instead.

”Can I take you somewhere?”

”But I’m so comfortable.” Groaned with a small smile, ”Lay with me instead. -that sounds sort of wrong. I just meant for cuddles. For now…”

”I’ve got something planned for us.”

”Oh, yeah okay. Just a second Klitzy.” You grumbled as you slowly pushed yourself up, sat in your bed, and rubbed your eyes a little before looking at Klitz. His hair was sort of frizzy, wearing a sweatshirt and a jacket. Clearly just in from the cold weather outside by the way his cheeks were already lightly flushed. ”Cute.”

”You always call me cute, haven't got another word for me?”

”I call you other things too.” You remarked softly, leaning your head onto his shoulder and looking up at him. Slithering your arms around his body under the jacket.

”Could you guys please do this anywhere else?” Your roommate questioned, annoyance heard loudly within her tone. Klitz’s face instantly became a bit redder as his head turned towards her first and then back to you. Her comment made you feel forced to slip your head off of his shoulder and look over at her, her own eyes still focused on her desk.

”You’re just jealous, Ms. Single-lady.” A teasing tone in your voice and yet you decided to get moving. Hopped out of your bed and picked up Klitz’s hand, dragging him with you out of the bed. Only releasing his hand to put on your shoes at the door. ”But yes, we’re going. Klitz, show me the way!”

He grabbed the hoodie hanging on your door, that he knows is actually his, and leads the two of you out of the room. Stuffing you into the hoodie right before you head outside. The sky just slightly darkened the way the sky usually looks late afternoons in the winter.

”S’cold outside.” He mumbled softly, hooking the hood of the hoodie over your head. His hands readjusting your hair so it’s all inside the hoodie too. ”C’mon babe.”

”Why babe?”

”You call me baby, why not babe?”

”I guess that’s fair. But, baby is cuter.”

”Is it?”

”It is. It’s probably scientifically proven that it is cuter.” You argued with a chuckle before adding on another argument to your thesis, ”Baby, honey, sweetpea, babe.” saying the first few words in a sing-songy voice before you scoffed out the word babe. Took his hand in yours and opened the door as you headed out into the Connecticut December cold.

Both shaking and shivering once you got into the building Klitz led you to. One of the libraries. Your eyebrows instantly scrunched up in slight confusion. ”So what are we doing in the library without anything to study?”

”It’s a surprise.”

”They aren’t here already are they?” Matt, Danielle, and Eli couldn’t be here already, there were several days before they should be. Just the possibility of them being there made you shiver once again even after having warmed up.

”No.”

”Are we just going to sit and read something? I do have books in my dorm room y’know?” Klitz shook his head and started to lead you somewhere. ”Are we going to… find a corner to hide in together?” You asked with a more mischievous tone than before, Klitz’s eyes flitted to you quickly. His cheeks couldn’t get any redder by now but it felt like they did anyway. Then he shook his head again. ”So what are we doing?”

”Just wait a second.”

”Fine.” You relented with a chuckle at his slightly exasperated tone. His hand in yours, his hands still somehow warm even with the cold temperature you had walked through. He led you between the shelves, walking past students who were actually studying, and mumbled a quick embarrassed greeting to the librarian you bumped into. And yet, it felt like no time at all before you saw what he had led you to.

It was one of the study rooms one could reserve for a few hours. The ones students would hoard when it’s time for exams.

The study lamps so bright they’d give you a headache if you’re in there too long. The chairs so uncomfortable you’d have to stand up from time to time. The rooms usually crowded by the large table. But then Klitz opened the door.

And it wasn’t cramped at all. No big table taking up most of the room, no uncomfortable chairs, and although the usual study lamp was there it was covered by something to dim the light. The room was considerably darker than usual without being black-out dark. The covered study lamp in one corner and Klitz’s backpack in the other.

It looked cozy. It looked like a lot of work for a person who’d definitely be terrified of asking the librarians for permission for something like this. But… it was sweet. So infinitely, incredibly sweet.

And you’re for once, in weeks, not going to be surrounded by other people. A room where you’d be able to only feel the presence of Klitz. No roommate in the same room or anything.

”I… I set it up for us.” It sounded more like a question than a statement. He lightly dropped your hand and gestured to the room before running one of his hands through his hair as an excuse to duck his head a little. Trying to avoid your eyes as they flickered around the room, trying to take everything in. ”Please say something?”

Instead, you kissed him. Your hand reached up as you made him look at you. ”You’re-”

”Don’t say cute.”

”I wasn’t going to. You are. But… you’re just.. amazing.” You replied in awe to his slightly whiney retort as you rested your other hand on the side of his face, stroked his cheek once with your thumb before you put your hand under his chin instead and guided him back to you. Kissing him again.

Maybe it was all cliche… VERY cliche. But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t also wonderful. Klitz had proven to be sort of kliche anyway. Giving you his hoodies, constantly trying to warm you up, and now some sort of grand gesture?

”So... what do you have planned?”

”Just us, here. I thought… y’know since you’ve been talking about the whole alone thing? Privacy and-” Klitz rambled before you cut his sentence off softly.

”Klitz, I get it, thank you.”

”Cool… So I have drinks and some snacks, though… I think we’re not allowed to eat them here?” Klitz explained after he’d released a sigh of relief. Sitting down and picking up his backpack and started to unload the items he’d brought with him.

~~~

It was so quiet, Klitz’s heartbeat could be heard clearly as you rested your head on his chest. One of your hands twiddling with one of his. His other hand carefully stroking the back of your neck, his movements just a slight difference away from tickling you.

You’d missed this. Being this close to him was one of the things you’d not gotten to do quite as much due to the whole privacy thing. PDA is an option, but even if you were to do public displays of affection it wouldn’t be like this.

It would get strained, cuddling in the presence of roommates. And yet you’d have to sort of adjust to it if you wanted to be near him the last couple of weeks. So this, this was perfection.

His hands almost always going around in an almost fidgeting pattern. Fidgeting in the way that he plays with your hair, or strokes your back, or traces his fingers on your waist. Meanwhilst you’re there, going along with his fidgeting. Linking your hands together one second before releasing them one second later, tracing your fingers against each others before maybe even settling somewhere else.

”Should I be anxious of the whole… meeting your best friends thing?” You had found yourself asking him once you felt calm enough to think about the anxiety inducing event.

”No. Not at all.” Klitz chuckled almost offhandedly as if it was ridiculous to even think that. ”Do you want me to call them and tell them to fuck off?” he then asked with a small smile. He knew that Eli would probably cause a fit. Well at least try to. Klitz hadn’t been there when Eli threw the tantrum at Matt about fucking Danielle ’for him’ but he could just imagine the scene he caused. And he could definitely imagine a similar ruckus about this.

But this situation would entail Eli probably ambushing them with a visit instead of coming invited.

”I couldn’t ask you to do that. Besides, I- I sort of want to meet them and you’ve already probably tried to tell them to fuck off.”

”When Eli first said he wanted to meet you I just sort of said no.” He hadn’t expected it to work, it obviously hadn’t, but it had been worth a try to at least.

But that sentence is definitely something that can be interpreted in several ways... Perfectly said for an overthinker to overthink about.

”Why?”

”I don’t… I don’t want you to have to meet them. Eli’s… a lot. And Matt is less but can sometimes also be more?” Klitz tried to explain before adding on ”And… you’re- you’re perfect.”

”You’re perfect too, Klitzy.” You mumbled back, pressing a kiss to his cheek. ”But. As I said, I do sort of want to meet them too. I’m just- It’s sort of terrifying? I mean it feels like a big deal? What if they don’t like me? What if… What if we have nothing to talk about?”

”That’s not going to be a problem. Eli will probably try to tell you everything he knows about me. In vivid detail.”

”Yeah?”

”Absolutely.”

The urge to say ’I love you’ to Klitz is overwhelming at times.

Wanting to see his reaction. Wanting to see if he’d say it back. Knowing your heart would probably break if he didn’t. Hoping to see his eyes sort of sparkle like they did the first time you kissed him, the first time you actually made out, the first time he saw you wearing his hoodie and the big the first time.

But this moment wasn’t the moment to tell him.

~~~

You'd fallen asleep on top of him just a while later. The two of you still nuzzled together in the middle of the study room. A pillow under his head, yours still rested on his chest, his heartbeat having lulled you to sleep.

Although he knew that your day-to-day stess would come back. That the calm and the perfect feeling of this moment would not be able to last for forever. At least he could do this for you.

He was also pretty suddenly proud of the fact that he had chosen one of the libraries with the latest closing time. Plenty of hours left until he'd have to wake you up. Plenty of hours before he'd pack up the room set it back to normal and walk you back to your dorm room. Plenty of hours before he'd sadly have to walk back to his own dorm room.

He had thought about how Matt and Danielle live together. Thought about what that would be like with you. He knew that it'd be way too early for that at this point. But he still wanted it. But he could wait.

~ ~ ~

He was going to Connecticut. Matthew Kiddman was going to Connecticut. Just because Eli thought it'd be fun to meet Klitz's girlfriend. Or rather Eli had demanded that he would get to meet her and then somehow made Matt think that he should go too.

And now as he sat in his apartment he was mostly questioning how?

He didn't mind going, he thought it would be fun after all. See Klitz, see Eli, go on a road trip with Danielle up to Connecticut, and of course the main thing; meet Klitz's girlfriend. Although road trips in the winter seemed a bit risky when he truly thought about it. But it felt too late to change by the time they had packed their things into Danielle’s car and were just fixing the last-minute things.

”You ready?”

”Yeah, why wouldn't I be?” He questioned back as he sat down in the passenger seat of her car. A packed duffel for the both of them sitting in the backseat. The car was still in a freezing temperature as it hadn't warmed up fully yet.

”I didn't mean anything more than 'ready to go?'.” She smirked at him and breathed out a small chuckle. ”Are you nervous about this?”

”No.” He started but Danielle could see the usual 'Matt mulling it over' look on his face, ”I don't know. I just hope it goes well.”

”Perfectionist.”

”Am not.”

”You are. But it's sweet.”

~ ~ ~

Eli was sitting in his first-class plane seat bouncing his leg constantly. Thank fuck there was no one sitting next to him. He could just imagine the annoyed stares of disdain he'd get whilst sitting there bouncing his leg, chewing his gum, and reading through a magazine loudly flipping the pages.

Instead, the stare of disdain came from at least a row away.

The older lady looked back over her shoulder to stare at the young man she seemed convinced had cheated his way into first class. The whole situation just made him wish that he would've brought a naughtier magazine. One that wasn't all rumors, tips, and interviews with people who worked within showbiz but not his kind of showbiz. But he didn't really feel like joining the mile-high club on his own.

But he also didn't know what the hell to do for the rest of the total about seven-hour flight. He had at least three hours left and nothing to do. Except to maybe start talking to the lady. Nah.

Eli was happy with how life after high school looked for now. He'd gotten to skip college by climbing straight to success through the sex-ed video. His calling card. He'd moved to Los Angeles, done a lot of work, and felt like he'd proved himself.

Though his parents maybe weren't the happiest over how he got his success that only made him wonder if they had truly seen their son. Whilst he talked about film school and going into directing and so on the only movies he "studied" in his room for his future career were the kinds that were at least 80 percent filled with moans. Though they probably barely knew that, it felt obvious at the time for him.

He does like other movies too. But he has expertise within pornos. Now even more so.

~ ~ ~

They’d be here within hours. HERE within hours.

”Matt gets here first, with...”

”Danielle.”

”Right Danielle. And then Eli gets to the airport like a little later?”

”Yeah.”

”So we meet up with Matt and Danielle and then go pick up Eli?” You questioned softly although your actions were showing the anxiety rushing through you. Your feet quickly paced back and forth in front of Klitz as he sat by his desk. His roommate lying in bed taking a nap or something. Klitz's eyes were intently focused, or at least trying to focus, on your face. ”Klitz?” he nods.

”Yeah exactly.”

”Okay. What then?”

”They need to check-in at their hotel.”

”Right. Of course.”

”Then we see what they want to do.”

”Cool. Sounds good.”

”Can you calm down for a second?”

”I don't know.” Your feet continuously paced, probably just seconds from burning a hole in his floor. Klitz stands up, putting his hands on your shoulders before bringing you into a hug. One of his hands familiarly stroking your back whilst the other just rests on your head letting your head nuzzle into the crook of his neck. ”Thank you.”

With you finally not pacing and in his arms, he leads the two of you over to his bed. Making you lay down. ”It's all going to be fine.”

”Yeah.”

Now you just need to believe that.

~~~

You should be freezing your ass off. Klitz seemingly was.

The two of you standing there waiting around one of the campus parking lots. Keeping an eye open for any car at all that might be them, Danielle and Matt. Klitz had mentioned something about either a blue beetle car or a BMW. But for now, you were just there waiting and keeping your eyes open for anything at all.

The temperature absolutely freezing, at least it seemed to be by Klitz's reaction. You should be freezing your ass off but instead, you found that the adrenaline, nervousness, and the anxiety-bouncing of your limbs heated you right up.

Klitz wasn't as 'lucky', he wasn't nervous about meeting his friends. He was more nervous about the moment that would come later when they'd be settled in and start telling you all kinds of things. He was slightly stressed but that was mostly over the fact that Danielle and Matt needed to get here so that all of you could get to the airport.

Either way, he was freezing, even though you were quite clearly trying to warm him up the way he usually tried to warm you up whilst out in the cold weather. Your hands rubbing up and down his arms to try and warm him through friction or gathering his hands into yours and quickly for a second taking off his gloves and blow a hot breath or two on them.

”I'm sorry.”

”What for?"”

”We didn't have to be out in the parking lot that early. I was just stressing you because I'm stressed.” By now it had gone enough time that it actually was reasonable for you to be out there waiting. But you definitely didn't have to be out there as early as you had been. ”I feel guilty.”

”Don't. You're just nervous, it's fine. They'll be here soon anyway and then instead, we'll be sweating in a cramped car.” Klitz reasoned, somehow still calming you down even when it feels slightly impossible. ”They said they were going to be here soon anyway.”

”Wait, that's them right?” It was a light blue beetle car and it was also the first car that had come through this parking lot for at least half an hour.

”Yeah, that should be them.” Klitz stretched his arm up to wave at the car.

Klitz had no idea how he was going to greet his best friends.

He'd been thinking about it ever since they said they'd come to visit. He hadn't told them that. But this whole thing of not seeing each other for several months was completely new for the group, the tripod. They had maybe spent a month away from each other before. But now they had spent several months from each other. Though of course, they had still been in contact through phone calls that were at least once a week.

Thankfully Matt took care of the small problem before Klitz felt that he had to worry about it too much.

"Klitzy!" Matt called the nickname loudly as he sprung up out of Danielle's car and leaped over, clapping his hand on Klitz's shoulder. Danielle stepped out of the car in a slightly more suave way. The two of you met in eye contact and gave each other a nod before both curiously looking with a smile on your lips at the interaction between the best friends.

"Matt!"

Oh Geez

It felt quite clear that both of them had no clue how they were going to greet each other after both so long apart and having just spoken on the phone just minutes before.

"You can hug each other you know that right?" Danielle teased with a laugh, meeting your eyes again quickly before looking back over at the boys just as they shrugged and gathered in a tight but quick hug.

"Cute."

"Agreed," Danielle responded, the two of you walking towards each other. "Danielle," She smiled as she introduced herself, you returning the favor, giving her a smile and your name.

"So, this is the girlfriend?" Matt asked walking up to you and Danielle with his arm around Klitz. Klitz chucking out a 'yup' with a satisfied smile. "Nice to finally meet the girl I've been hearing about constantly since probably day one of Yale."

"What?" Came out in disbelief, a big smile on your lips but your eyes clearly searching for what he meant. You had met Klitz pretty early on and then decided to just cling onto him but you hadn't ever really thought about it all from his perspective. "Really?" You asked Klitz, a disbelieving but hopeful look on your face that you hoped didn't show how much you hoped it was true.

"I mean he's been talking our ears off." Matt started again before adding, "In a good way."

"Yeah." Klitz chuckled shyly in response to your question, ducking his head a little but risking a glance at your face. "Don't call me cute again."

"Why not?" Matt questioned with his eyebrows furrowed, looking up at Klitz in confusion.

"She always calls me cute."

"Good. She should. Why wouldn't she?" Danielle laughed, already admiring the way the two of you interact.

"Right? Thank you. He doesn't get it." You respond whilst shaking your head before walking over to him, placing both of your hands on either side of his face, "Like look at this face, cute!"

Looking back at Danielle for a second before looking back at Klitz, repeating a thought you've probably had run through your mind a thousand times by now 'flustered Klitz is the best kind of Klitz'. Placed a kiss on his cheek before removing your hands and instead just taking one of his hands in yours.

"We - we should probably get going to the airport." Is the sentence Klitz decided to use, stumbling over the words, to try and get the focus off of him.

"Sounds good, dude." Matt agrees with a smug smirk on his face like Klitz had seen so many times before. Matt moved the duffel bag in the backseat to the trunk and you and Klitz climbed into the backseat. The drive from campus over to the international airport was an hour-long. You had dreaded it in the days leading up to this moment but once inside the car, settled next to Klitz and easily finding a conversation with both Danielle and Matt?

It barely felt like 20 minutes. The music that Danielle was in control of almost made it feel more like a summer road trip. Feeling as if the four of you were on the way to something else than just the airport to pick Eli up.

But then there you were and the nervousness was coming back. Klitz had described Eli as 'a lot', which isn't really calming.

Sure you had met Matt, met Danielle, but Eli was on another level. More intense, perhaps more difficult to impress, definitely more dramatic. You had heard the dramatic screams that he usually shouted from time to time through the phone when speaking to Matt and Klitz.

You had heard about his eccentric behaviour in general and heard more about what happened when Eli found out about Danielle. Heard about the 'fuck her for me, Matt!' shouts shouted in public in front of people who didn't even know the context, shouted in front of strangers. It sounded... intense to be sure of.

And yet... you were sort of excited. Both to meet Eli but also to see the trio together. To see the group that they had apparently nicknamed 'the tripod'.

The nickname had slipped from Klitz's mouth one evening as he was just talking about them. Their little group. About how they'd grown up together. Eli was just as excentric when he was 10, Matt perhaps a little less careful than he'd grow to be in his teenage years. Klitz didn't really describe himself but it was clear by his storytelling that he had been less shy as a kid. The confident side of him was even more prominent in the ten-year-old version of him.

He hadn't even realized when he had used the nickname for the group, his eyes widening in response when you'd repeated the name. He didn't seem to use it often, had told you that the nickname itself was pretty new. In fact the nickname sort of formed as a part of trying to convince Klitz to help Matt and Eli do the sex-ed video.

Either way you were finally going to see the tripod in... action?

The quick back and forth of conversations between best friends that you'd heard from afar would now be right in front of you. Within just minutes. Danielle pulled into the parking lot closest to the arrivals entrance. All four of you getting out of the car, Klitz instantly checking his watch.

"We should hurry."

"Yeah?" Matt questioned, trying to check in on the situation that Klitz suddenly seemed very aware of.

"His plane was supposed to land like a few minutes ago. He might already be there, just waiting for us." Klitz shrugged although the shrug didn't seem all that careless.

You let Matt and Danielle lead the way, practically hiding behind Klitz with his hand in yours. Eli was easy to find. Mostly because the scream of "DUDE!" was heard along with a loud stomping sort of run heading right towards you. "Where is she?"

Suddenly Matt and Danielle stepped to the side. Klitz made a gesture towards you with his free hand whilst the other squeezed yours before letting go of it to instead rest his arm around your shoulder again. That was all quite to be expected, what wasn't expected was the hug that felt more like a tackle.

”Nice to meet you. We have a lot to talk about.” Eli’s voice sounded just as dramatic business-man like as you’d heard him through Klitz’s phone. And before you knew it, Eli had pushed Klitz’s arm off of you, linked your arms and started walking towards the exit with you. But added one last thing before he let you respond, ”Eli.”

"You're... exactly how I've pictured you." You responded, your nervousness apparently gone for the moment that that came out of your mouth.

"I love that. So, how has our little Timmy been treating you?"

"Timmy?"

"Klitz!" Eli suddenly shrieked, letting go of your arm and turning around.

If Eli ever had to be in theatre or play a part in anything you suddenly had a sneaking suspicion he'd play an overdramatic relative. Treating you with love, but so much flair and drama in so far everything you've heard him say.

Matt had gone and picked up Eli's bag where he'd left it before he'd ran over towards you all. Klitz had been following you and Eli closely behind enough to hear every word so far.

His hands in his pockets in an attempt of trying to not look like he'd been listening in on every word in your conversation. His previous walking behind you and Eli was another attempt at that, trying to look as if he didn't care that much about walking along with you guys but still keeping up the pace of the mad-man pace Eli had demonstrated seconds before.

"Hmm?" He hummed in a questioning tone as if he didn't know what Eli was going to 'scold' him about in his next sentence.

"You haven't told her?"

"What?"

"Timothy Klitz! How dare you?"

"Timothy Klitz?" You questioned in confusion, looking to Klitz, was his name really Timothy or was Eli just fucking with you? The question of whether he's just fucking with you or not would probably come up a lot more during this visit...

"My first name." He finally admitted with a sigh, one of his hands quickly coming up to the back of his neck to try and give himself an excuse to duck his head. But before you could respond-

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"I was going to! I probably should've before this weekend though. It's always just a matter of minutes with you, dude."

"It's a cute name." You noted with a small smile, Klitz's head instantly turning towards you. His previous frown aimed towards Eli then turned into a small responding smile.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. But- you... you prefer Klitz?"

"I'm fine with either, but 'm almost more used to Klitz by now."

"Okay," You started before trying to put in a dramatic tone as you turned to face Eli, "so tell me all about our Timmy." linking your arms and starting to walk towards the exit again.

"I like you."

"Thank you."

"So, how has our little Timmy been treating you?"

"Very well, very well indeed."

"He isn't hurting you with his-" Knowing exactly what Eli was about to say and trying not to be stared at in public you interrupt him.

"No." Thankfully stepping out of the airport just seconds after.

"Good."

"Why did I know what you were going to ask?"

"You know me now. We've clicked." Eli said before looking over at Klitz who'd now started to walk beside you instead of behind the two of you. "Did you hear that Klitz? We've clicked!"

#klitz x reader #klitz the girl next door #klitz #klitz x you #Klitz stuff #IHaveNoClueDude #Major Conveniences #paul dano #Paul Dano Stuff #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader

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ladyinrainbowglasses · 1 year

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"Niagara" 1953 - TW: Domestic abuse, psychological abuse, violence against women.

So, I finally watched this movie yesterday, after putting it off for years. After all, Marilyn Monroe made so few pictures and "Niagara" is a film noir - one of my favorites. The verdict on the picture as a picture is... all right. Some of the choices that were obviously meant to highlight tension or danger ended up just being kind of dull. Some of the "exciting" moments just end up looking silly, like when Polly goes sliding through a broken rail over the falls and is saved by George Loomis. No, what's interesting about this movie is the sociological snapshot inherent in the picture. Here is a movie that makes no sense unless you acknowledge the reality of male sense of ownership over women. Every tragedy in this movie could have easily been avoided in one of two ways: letting a woman who is obviously wrong for you go or listening to a woman who is trying to tell you something. We are introduced to our major players pretty early: George Loomis, an older, gloomy man with major self-esteem issues goes to feel Big Sads under the Falls. He returns to a honeymoon cabin to find his wife of two years, Rose (Marilyn Monroe), pretending to sleep despite wearing a full face of makeup. Rose does that a lot in this picture. She rolls her eyes and rolls over after listening to him whisper-complain for awhile. Another honeymooning couple, these ones married three years, Ray and Polly, are supposed to rent the cabin the Loomis's are using. Rose Loomis suggests her husband is suffering from nervous fatigue and PTSD after serving in Korea, so Ray and Polly agree to use a different cabin until the Loomis's move out. Rose says she's going to do some shopping and asks the cabin proprietor to keep an eye on her husband. Polly and Ray go take in the sights, before Polly accidentally spots Rose making out with her lover in an isolated spot near the falls. Ray and Polly giggle about this a little. During an impromptu sock hop that evening, Rose appears dressed like this:

Ray and Polly have the following exchange: Ray: *frankly staring* Somebody better get a fire hose. Polly: *turns to look, gets the same grin as her husband.* Ray: *still staring* Honey, why don't you get a dress like that? Polly: *also still staring* To wear a dress like that, you need to start doing groundwork at age 13.

At this point, it is impossible to read Polly and Ray as anything but swingers who were hoping to hook up with another couple while at a popular honeymoon spot. Rose puts on a record with a sexy tune called "Kiss". George storms out of their cabin and breaks the record in front of everyone, cutting his hand in the process. Polly volunteers to put some antiseptic on it. George then unloads on her - he was fairly well-off before he met and married Rose, a barmaid. He frittered away his money taking her to dance halls and bars, because she enjoys nightlife. He volunteers to go to Korea so she will think of him as "manly" but is then sent back with "nervous exhaustion". He freaks out and destroys the model car he has been building, convinced that Polly sees him as a failure, because clearly Rose does. He also goes on a fun little rant about how Rose is "displaying" herself, to which Polly has the very appropriate answer that a hot woman dressing to show how hot she is does not make her a "bad wife". The idea that he and Rose are fundamentally incompatible, and they would both be happier without the other, never once occurs to him. Rose is portrayed as scheming by the men in the narrative, but all we are given from her motivations is that she likes attention, she likes to party, she likes to wear sexy clothes, she likes to dance, and she feels trapped by a man who throws temper tantrums when she does the things she likes. The obvious solution is that these crazy kids just get divorced. But no, this is 1953. George owns Rose. She is his legal property. She can't leave unless he says she can leave, and he refuses to let her leave because he "loves" her. You do have to wonder if this is why Marilyn Monroe jumped at the role of the "villainess femme fatale". The whole thing is predicated upon a man's sense of ownership over her. She can't leave this man she doesn't love or like. She has no legal recourses to get rid of him beyond annoying him so badly he lets her go or killing him. Guess which one Rose Loomis chooses?

Surprise! It's BOTH! When she realizes she can't treat him badly enough to get him to let her go, she goes with scheming to get her lover to kill him. Through the entire movie, she is framed as the bad guy, but there is just no way to watch it without the fundamental understanding that because of the time and place, her only means of getting away from this man are psychological abuse or murder. You can feel pity for George Loomis as an insecure, jealous, and deeply unhappy man who is regularly taunted for inadequacy by a wife who clearly doesn't love him... but that just begs the question of WHY DON'T YOU JUST LET HER GO, YOU SCHMUCK?!? Anyway, murder plan happens. Loverboy is the one to go over the Falls. George lives and breaks into the honeymoon cabin to stab Rose to death. Whoopsie-daisy, Ray and Polly have moved in to that cabin and Polly is taking a nap.

Not what she's napping in, but hey, I'm asexual, not blind. Polly begins to scream when she sees a man with a knife looming over her. The man runs out and her husband and the cabin manager burst in. Polly is trying to hold it together and insists that she saw the presumed dead George Loomis with a knife, and she thinks he's trying to kill Rose. Ray, who up to this point has been pretty supportive, immediately assumes that Polly has lost her sense of reality from the stress and drama of their new acquaintances and tells her she was just dreaming. Every single time she insists, he complains to some other man that his poor wife's nerves are shot from meeting the overdramatic Loomis's.

Polly is not amused. Ray insists they leave that night, but then the owner of his work company wants to meet and congratulate Ray on a major advertising idea he had. After all, being close to the main company is why Ray wanted to go to Niagara Falls! Polly again sees George Loomis at the Falls, when she nearly falls through a broken rail. This looks immensely silly and I wish I knew how to make a GIF. George begs Polly to let him remain dead, because then he can just disappear and start a new life for himself. Ray still refuses to believe her and insists that a nightmare has merely frayed her nerves. Rose, in the meantime, has realized that the body found is that of her lover, which has the result of her collapsing in a nervous delirium. This strikes me as another point towards Rose not really being a villain so much as a victim of culture. She didn't want to take any money from George. She isn't running around with multiple men she doesn't care about. She is seeing one man who suits her better and she can't be with him until her husband says that she can leave. Maybe I'm a little too close to this, since I've also been in a relationship where a man refused to accept my statement that it was over. He kept demanding I try to make things work and refused to acknowledge that I wanted it over. His whining finally got me to stick around for another 5 months. By the time that 5 months was over, I no longer had even the slightest liking for him - I frankly found him an object of disgust and disdain. When someone tells you they want to leave LET THEM!!!! Anyway, George lures Rose to the Rainbow Tower Carillon by playing her favorite song. He then chases her through the building before finally strangling her to death.

He then discovers that the carillonneur has left for the night, locking the only way out. He sits with the corpse of the woman he couldn't let go for part of the evening, confessing, "I really loved you, Rose, you know?" Of course he did. But his only conception of love for a woman is that she is an object to possess. He loved her like some people love their cars. He manages to slip out in the morning, but the body is discovered soon after and a manhunt begins in Canada. Meanwhile, Ray and Polly are out on another pleasure excursion with the Boss and his wife. Polly has been telling Ray she's been feeling weird about George Loomis. She calls the local police chief without telling him, which causes Ray to pull that, "Silly little woman, can't tell a nightmare from reality! Now stop wasting the MAN'S time, little girl!" The group breaks up at a dock to get gas, beer, and sandwiches. Polly is on beer duty and gets back the fastest. Also, OOPSY-DOODLE THE LITTLE WOMAN WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE MURDEROUS MAN! George is attempting to steal their boat, so he can sneak back into America, rather than be arrested in Canada for murder. He knocks out Polly while stealing the boat. Turns out he's not great at grand theft aquatic and the boat runs out of gas in the river and is caught in the current of the Falls. Well, George does spring into action then, knocking holes in the boat in an attempt to get enough water into the boat for it to run aground on the rocks above the Falls. He manages to shove Polly onto a big rock before going over himself.

Polly is saved by a Coast Guard chopper. The movie ends with the police chief congratulating her husband on the force of his prayer, "Scuttle it!". No one apologizes to Polly for not listening to her when she said there was a man intending on murdering his wife on the loose. Because no one paid attention to her, based solely on the fact that she's a woman, two humans died horribly, and she barely survived herself. The men at the end continue to congratulate each other on what a good job they've done, even though 100% of everything could have been prevented by Ray Cutler listening to Polly Cutler and by George Loomis listening to Rose Loomis and letting her go. This movie is a tragedy of misogyny - downright Shakespearean in places. And it becomes more poignant because it stars perhaps the prime example of Woman What Men Wish to Possess and Call That Love: Marilyn Monroe. I hope she enjoyed working on this film, but I am also sure she saw the inherent tragedy wasn't that a scheming gold digger decided to kill a perfectly nice man after making his life a living hell, but that a woman with one personality had become legally enslaved to a man with a polar opposite personality and had no ways to escape besides forcing her enslaver to let her go or to kill him. These are both terrible solutions and a really, really obvious case for no-fault divorce laws.

May the New Year be full of people mutually agreeing not to pursue relationships that clearly don't work and men believing that women are just as likely as men to tell the truth.

#marilyn monroe #classic film #old hollywood #niagara #patriarchy #male violence #misogyny in film #film noir #misogyny in film noir

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coolcattime · 1 year

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Ways For You to Return [Mianite Oneshot]

Characters: Sonja Firefox, Martha the Mystic

Relationship: N/A

A03 Link

Sonja tried to focus on the untranslated runes on the page before her rather than her quickly forming headache. Forbidden knowledge had its side effects, she knew that, but now it seemed difficult to even figure out a single page without splitting her head open. It was frustrating to say the least, as progress already felt like a guessing game without the added annoyance of being an incredibly slow one. Why was necromancy so hard to get a grip on? Okay, maybe that’s a question with a simple answer, but seriously the headache felt like it was actively trying to kill her.

The others had been a little worried about the side effects when she’d mentioned researching further into her Thaumonomicon after seeing hints of necromancy in certain half-translated passages. She understood their concerns, her Flux Flu was already not great, by which she meant occasionally her lungs felt like they were going to give out as purple ooze forced its way out of her body. But when she had smiled and assured them it was to help with Dianite’s revival, and they had all been quite accepting of the risks. If they realised the truth, how quickly would they try and talk her out of it? Because, yes, she was going to help with Dianite’s revival if she finds anything that’ll help with that, but he wasn’t exactly her focus. Hers was a lot closer to home, which unfortunately was a world away at the present moment.

“Come on… show me something,” She mutters as the runes flicker and change, only some into recognisable letters. She was sure this one was going to be related to people, the last few had been building up to it. Even just a way to tether a spirit would be a good start. Obviously, she’d need to adapt any method when she tried it back home. She doubted magic would suddenly work as smoothly as it did here, but that was all the more reason to make sure she did as much research as possible before returning. As the tell-tale signs of the information getting fully translated finally began, a smile played on her face. This headache was going to be worth it.

A smile had never faded faster than hers did at reading the page. It took a lot of strength to bite back her frustration enough to not throw the book across the room. ‘Undead Thralls’, the words were infuriating by themselves, even more so with the description. The last thing she needed to think about was a mindless corpse that could become hostile if she did the process wrong. Every word she read seemed determined to put the image she wanted to picture least back into her head. It wasn’t even like she could translate another page without her head splitting open. Why was this so difficult? She turned back to the map page, the web having expanded with new threads coming from what she had just unlocked. She could only sigh. How much more of this guessing game?

“You should take a break, Fox,” She jumped at the sudden voice behind her. She shut the book quickly, already feeling the other woman peering over. She wasn’t even sure if she could read it, but she certainly wasn’t in the mood to take the risk, because Martha didn’t like what methods Sonja used to further her studies, nor the topic she was currently focused on. She turned to face her with a small smile, faked but pleasant. Martha looked stern in comparison, though Sonja supposed she was at least being honest.

“Martha! Have you heard of knocking?” She wasn’t going to tell her she was about to take a break, there’s no way she’d be believed. She knew the other woman well enough to know how she’d act, like she was just following her instructions. Because obviously she was an expert everyone would be happy to listen to. Seriously, why was she here? It’s not as if she could be looking for a friendly conversation. No, this was going to be a lecture, as most of their ‘conversations’ were. Maybe this one might at least be short, if she could find the point before it actually came up.

“I did knock, you didn’t answer,” She said, as if it was simply an inconvenience and not a signal to not enter someone else’s home. Of course, it was a tad worrying that she hadn’t heard, but she’d been focusing. Certain things getting missed while she was in the midst of something far more important was to be expected. Martha, however, she was sure, would have a very different view on the matter. “So I came in to make sure you hadn’t researched yourself into a coma.”

“Well, I’m fine. So lesson learnt, I’ll listen out for the door next time,” Sonja tried to usher her back towards said door. Honestly, she just wanted to sleep in a dark room at this point so any lecture about learning her limits was unneeded. Martha, however, was not about to be removed so easily.

“You need to stop this research, Fox,” Her words were blunt, as unshifting as she currently was. Sonja went rigid, her ears pressing down to be flat against the side of her head, showing a readiness for aggression she was consciously trying to hide. Why did she think she got an opinion? She wasn’t affecting anyone else, so no one needed to share their opinion, especially not in a condescending way. “Necromancy isn’t something to have fun messing around with.”

“I don’t think you can say that when necromancy is our main goal right now,” She tried to stay neutral, not wanting to give away her complete focus being on someone else. But it was true that she never quite got Martha’s objections when there was a ghost floating around with the very clear goal of being alive again. Why was that okay, but not her research? And it’s not as if the other people they were getting necromancy advice from were trustworthy. Was this world’s Mianite really to be more trusted with this than her?

“We both know you’re not doing this research for him. You’re trying to revive the pirate captain,” Martha said, already prepared for the denial of the truth. She’d known from the beginning that Fox had no real interest in reviving her uncle. She supposed that she couldn’t blame her, but it posed the question of who she was doing such research for. Given the very limited number of dead in the other world, it wasn’t hard to figure it out. “How are you even planning on doing it? She was never in this world. You can’t revive her here.”

“I’m going to wait until I’m home, genius,” She couldn’t help but feel a little defensive, because she had thought this out. Figure out the method, then adapt it as best she can once she was back home. It seemed simpler than attempting to break down whatever multiverse there was to revive her here. Gods knows what would happen if that went wrong. Martha was less than entertained by the answer. Sometimes she questioned how any of the sky people were mature enough to be considered Gods’ champions.

“Taking dangerous and experimental magic into your world and just hoping it’ll work isn’t much better,” She saw Sonja roll her eyes and barely held back a sigh. It was like dealing with children sometimes. She knew it was only going to get more painful, but she couldn’t let her continue this. It was clearly bad for her health, and there was little chance of it ending well for the woman she wanted to bring back. “I’m sure you mean well, but your friend—”

“Capsize. You know her name, you use it to guilt trip Jordan,” Sonja had heard one of her conversations with Jordan, where she used the loss of Capsize to get a point through his head. It had annoyed her, mostly because she knew it would’ve annoyed Capsize. So, she could say her name while suggesting she should stay dead. Martha’s face flickered briefly to annoyance. The phrasing didn’t change the facts, but if it would actually get her to listen, then she’d use whatever name the fox wanted.

“Fine, Capsize already died twice. Why are you so determined to make it three times?” All of the kinder words she’d been planning to use to soften the statement had disappeared in her annoyance. If she was going to be snarked at, she wasn’t going to be kind with her words. Immediately, Sonja scoffed.

“She isn’t going to die again. She only didn’t get revived properly because Lady Ianite was in a weakened state, and that won’t be a problem this time,” She didn’t see where the problem was. So long as she knows her limits, nothing as bad as the first time will happen. She wasn’t stupid and she wasn’t going to do anything that would hurt Capsize. That would be ridiculous. Making sure that she would survive the revival was why she had to do all this research. “What, do you think she deserves to stay dead?”

“I think it would be less painful for the both of you,” She said with indignation. Sonja felt herself fighting back violent tendencies that weren’t accepted for solving arguments in this world. Less painful? How could she possibly know that? How could she even assume? She didn’t even know Capsize, she couldn’t guess what her thoughts on being revived might be. And Sonja knew herself, knew that whatever happened it’ll be better than the mass of regrets and what-ifs she currently felt when thinking about the pirate. If there was a method in the book that could bring her back, then surely it was worth trying. “Do you think another attempt to revive her will do anything to help anyone?”

“I’m not going to attempt. If I actually do this, it’ll be because I can,” She could tell from Martha’s tone that she thought she was going to fail. She wasn’t planning to rush into this, obviously she’d seen what could happen if she wasn’t prepared. That wasn’t going to happen again. She wasn’t doing this as some kind of experiment.

“No, you think you can. There is never going to be any certainty this magic will work,” Martha had seen powerful magic go wrong, the effects on the caster and the target. Honestly the failed revival she’d seen in her visions wasn’t even the worst she can see that happening, especially if it isn’t a goddess attempting the process. Did Fox really want to see her friend come back mangled? To rip her own body apart to revive her? To have one single step go wrong and both of them be dead? And besides the obvious dangers of the process going wrong, there was the possible, if harsh, reality that she also noticed the would-be necromancer wasn’t considering. “And this isn’t something you can force on someone. Have you ever considered that she might not—”

“Thanks for all your advice Martha, but my head is killing me so if you could leave,” Sonja cut her off with an uncharacteristic coldness. It was almost disturbing to the mystic, who most certainly had not expected such a reaction, though she also had no idea of the amount of restraint currently in use. Sonja wanted to lash out, to hit and kick and scream at her for the mere suggestion. What did she know? Where did she get off suggesting such a thing?

Thankfully, she did start leaving, despite her hesitations about it really being the right time to do so. She truly doubted her message had gotten through, but there was danger in the fox’s eyes. She wasn’t to be questioned right now. She’d try to convince her again later, when she was in a better mood. Right now, she’d leave before she was physically tossed out.

“Very well, I’ll see you when you’ve rested,” She said, with a small attempt at pleasantries before the door was slammed behind her. And, after about half a minute to allow her time to escape earshot, Sonja picked up the closest object and threw it against a wall. The bottle smashed, the glass turning to shards not nearly a satisfying replacement for the yelling she had held back. The suggestion Martha was about to make, the words she’d cut off, burned through her mind. The suggestion that Capsize might want to stay dead.

It was offensive. The sort of statement she just had to rationalise as the other woman just saying in desperation for her to stop this research, because of every question in her head about this process, the idea of Capsize’s desire to be alive again was never one. She had been revived, albeit unsuccessfully, but it had been her, she’d spoken. There was no reason she wouldn’t want to try again when her levels of stubbornness had been on par with the rest of them. No, Martha was just gasping for any reason to try and stop her. So she might have to keep her research a little more secretive to avoid any future headaches.

Headaches from Martha anyway, she thought as her head still mildly pounded from the research. She gave half a look at her Thaumonomicon, wondering if she could continue now. She’d probably get at least half a page done, but that wasn’t really worth it when she could do a couple of pages if she rested properly. Her mind itched for new information, to get closer to her goal, but her body disagreed. So, unfortunately, she had to agree. A couple hours rest, then back to the task at hand.

#mianite #mianite fanfiction #cat's fanfiction #mianite post time #sonja firefox #martha the mystic #this typically is set in season 2 but like it's part of the post timeline shhhh

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