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june-pop · 8 months

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Teach Me

Ni-ki X Black! Choreographer! Reader

It seems the young dance prodigy is having some trouble learning his girlfriend’s choreography. After arguing with himself, he finally puts his pride aside, and asks for her help.

Italics: Riki’s Thoughts

I kind of skimmed through this so there’s probably going to be some mistakes. I apologize in advance.

Riki finds himself sitting on the floor of the practice room, sighing for the nth time. The song Frankenstein by Rina Sawayama blasting through the room slowing drowns itself out as the blonde struggles to comprehend on what he’s doing wrong.

He’s been trying to get this choreography down for almost two hours now. The frustration he feels with himself has practically almost put him to tears. Not only because he’s usually able to learn a dance in less than 30 mins, but also because this one was made by none other than you. His girlfriend.

This is embarrassing. He thought. Leaning back on the floor resting his left arm over his eye. Here he was trying to surprise and impress you by learning your own choreography and he can barely even get through half the song.

He took his arm off his eyes and turned his head towards his phone laying next to him.

Riki contemplated asking for your help. No way. He couldn’t. His pride wouldn’t let him.

So he got up, and restarted the song. As he went back into position he only had one thought on his mind. I’m going to learn this today. There’s no way I’m giving up. He started going through the song, everything was going by smoothly. See I don’t need her hel- before he could finish his sentence he found himself tripping over his own foot landing on his hands and knees. Panting from the sudden mistake that could’ve left him with a bloody nose.

Shit. I used the wrong leg. And for the millionth time that evening. He sighed.

You find yourself walking into the HYBE building. It’s not your first time here. You’ve made multiple trips here, not just for your idol boyfriend but also to give your choreos to other groups like Le Serrafim, TxT, and New Jeans.

You push open one of the practice room doors and find your boyfriend sitting criss cross on the floor watching a video of what looks to be you dancing to Frankenstein.

His back was turned to you, so what better thing to do than scare the living crap out of him. As you place your bag down and creep up on your totally unsuspecting boyfriend his voice breaks the silence. “You know I can see you in the mirror right?” He says still looking at the computer. You drop to your knees right behind him and wrap your arms around his neck pressing yourself into him. “Aww your no fun.” You say while pouting a little.

He turns his head towards you staring into your eyes. You can tell he’s upset and give him a quick peck on the cheek to try and ease his mind. “So what part are you struggling with?” You asked looking at the laptop in front of you both. He pouted a little from the short kiss but turned his attention back to the screen. “The pre-chorus. I don’t know what compelled you to make such a confusing combination of steps but I keep tripping over myself.” He explained to you.

“Well then..” you patted his shoulder and got up from your position on the floor and walked back to your bag. “Looks like we got some work to do!” You reached inside and grabbed a red head wrap. Your hair was in a puff today, your curls out for the world to see. Whether it was held together by a shoelace or a stocking, Riki couldn’t tell.

You tied the wrap around your head to keep your sweat at bay. Pulling out your water bottle you spoke to him “start the song up, let me see how much you got so far.” By the tone of your voice Riki could tell you switched into your teaching mode. This is gonna be a long night. Is what he thought as he started the song again.

Another hour has passed. Both you a Riki lay on the floor next to each other. Sweat dripping down your bodies, panting for air. You went over the dance with him and pointed out where he was going wrong. Turns out the boy was just overthinking the whole thing. You two eventually went through the whole dance together.

“See, that wasn’t so bad wasn’t it?” You blurted out as you sat up. The young Japanese boy turned his head towards you, staring again. Despite all the sweat dripping down you, the light hit your skin perfectly to the point it made it seem like you’re glowing.

Your hair was frizzy from the all the dancing, your shirt was stained form all the sweat, and you were lowkey struggling to catch your breathe. You looked a mess. But he was so mesmerized. How could you still look so breathtaking? He was so lost in thought he forgot you were speaking to him.

“Riki? Yo! Riki!” You shouted while waving a hand in his face. He flinched from the action finally coming back to his senses. “Huh? What happened.” You raised an eyebrow towards him. “You zoned out on me. You alright?” You asked. He sat up and stretched his arms above his head, his shirt lifting a little. “Yeah I’m fine, just thinking.”

“About?” “About how you tripped over yourself dancing to your own choreography” he teased. You gently shove him while he bursted out laughing. “Oh shut up! That was an accident! Plus you tripped way more than I did.” You exclaimed as you turned away from him. “Yeah but that’s understandable for me. You messed up YOUR dance.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your phone, “whatever helps you sleep at night Nishimura, but it’s getting late. I should go.”

The boy’s eyes widened at your statement. No. Already? He wanted to spend more time with you. As you got up he grabbed your hand and pulled you back down into his lap. “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one day!” You stammered out. He only smirked in reply, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Can’t you stay a little longer?” He inquired. Staring into your eyes, he leans in a little bit closer. You place your palm of his cheek, giving him a small smile. “You and I both know I can’t” you answer.

You bring your hands to the back of his neck playing with his hair. “If that’s the case then..” Riki leans in a bit more, and you find yourself doing the same. Then tension in the air rising more and more as the seconds pass by. “Can I get a reward for my hard work today?” You let out a giggle as you gently push his head towards you, finally closing the gap between you the both of you.

The kiss was slow but full of love. Your right hands goes down to his shoulder while your left goes up to his hair. His arms around your waist only seem to hold onto you tighter, seeming to not wanting to let you go.

Finally. Is what goes through Riki’s mind. He could stay like this forever. With you and your soft lips.

But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

You break the kiss, leaving Riki disappointed form your actions. You giggle at his reaction, “sorry Ki, but right now we both smell like nothing but sweat and are in need of a very long shower” you laugh out. He rolls his eyes and gives you a pointed look. “You always have to ruin the moment” he replies.

“Whatever you big crybaby.” You get up from your position on his lap and walk over to grab your bag. He watches as your gather your stuff, spacing out again and just admiring you. Maybe he should ask you to come teach him more often. Not like he needs your help. But simply because….

I want to spend more time with you.

Here it is, it took a while but I finally released something new. School has been not so nice to me lately so sorry for the long wait.

@microwvdstrawb3rri3s I hope I did your request some Justice!!!

#enha imagines #enha niki #enhypen #enhypen riki #ni ki #ni ki x reader #nishimura niki #enhypen x reader #ni ki fluff #nishimura riki #enhypen x black reader #black reader #niki x black reader

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archives-of-camelot · 2 months

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Lying

Characters: Eli, Evelin (@nimue-hidden-lake)

Series: Evelin Anniversary

These prompts have been on the shorter side for the last few days. But I hope the quality is decent at least. I also find myself thinking very hard for Evelin's dialogue and reactions, as this is untapped territory for me. Not just because this is something I've never written before, but also having to conjure an unknown side of her that still makes sense.

To her creator, I just hope she's still accurate on my end.

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Click clack click click

The sounds of work once again filled the room as Eli was hunched over his work. More clients, more editing. The cycle never stopped. Clicking, sliding, reviewing, and listening. For multiple hours. The longest and most demanding projects were the reviews and documentaries. Audio had to be synced, but before anything it had to be cut down to exclude any mistakes. And the sheer length ensured it would take even longer to process and render.

Not to mention he had to submit previews to check that everything was as the client wanted. And sometimes he had to restart due to dissatisfaction. He enjoyed making and editing videos, but it was very time consuming.

His work was interrupted when the sound he was ignoring finally became too loud to disregard. His stomach.

"Guh, fine...if it'll keep you quiet" he mumbled to himself as he poked his empty belly.

He finished up an edit and made his way downstairs.

Upon reaching the landing, he was about to head into the kitchen when-

"Good afternoon"

He turned around and was met with Evelin, just getting done from feeding Pinro.

"Afternoon...?" he looked confused.

"Yes" she pointed to the clock. 1PM.

"O-Oh, right. Uh...I lost track of time" he nervously shrugged as his stomach rumbled again.

"Did you even eat yet today?"

"U-Uh, of course! Was...just about to get lunch!"

Evelin stared at him skeptically. He was a terrible liar...yet he tried anyway.

"Really?" she stepped closer.

"Y-Yeah!" he took a step back.

She wasn't convinced. Why did he even try? Who could say. Not even he knew exactly. The outcome was always the same, yet he persisted.

"Do you want to try again?" she said as she took a few steps closer.

He felt his back press against the wall as there wasn't much room to go anywhere else. And even then, she'd just catch or chase him. It was just one meal, it wasn't that big of a deal, right?

"I-I didn't miss breakfast, honest!" he was sweating.

"You don't sound very convincing" as she pressed herself against him. Nowhere to go. "This doesn't need to be difficult"

"A-Alright alright, I...might have forgot breakfast. It was just one meal though!" he finally gave in.

"There..." she backed up.

He sighed with relief. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

"But now you need to be punished" she added stoically.

He thought too soon.

"P-Punished?"

"Yes" she nodded. "You lied, and skipped a meal. That makes me very angry" she may say, but kept her stoic expression and voice. Was she really? Whose to say. Maybe it was a blend of making sure he took care of himself, and also taking the chance to mess with him. It was one of her favorite things to do after all. His reactions were priceless to her.

"I just got distracted from my work! I'll...try and remember for next time" he tried to reason, as usual. There was no reasoning with her. She made up her mind already.

"I'm sure. But that can wait for after"

"A-After? B-But...I still got work to do!"

"But you'd love it"

He looked to the side as she called him out. Part of the reason he'd sometimes get into 'trouble'. But she had no complaints.

Before anything else could be said, she lead him into the kitchen to make sure he was fed, before taking 'disciplinary' action.

Eli forgot all about his editing for that day.

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citizenofpoptropica · 1 year

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D-Tier Poptropica Islands (Nostalgia Ranking)

I have to make the same disclaimer as before- this ranking is based purely on nostalgia- no critical thinking involved! I have reserved the D tier for islands that I remember actively disliking, though not hating as much as the F tier islands.

Skullduggery Island

Skullduggery is at the top of the D tier for me, and once again it is less due to the island itself and more my inability to beat it as a child. I ragequit this one multiple times and eventually just followed a walkthrough that literally said exactly where to sail and what to trade to beat the island. The only reason this was not F-tier was that I genuinely loved the pirate aesthetic, so I spent a lot of time just sailing around, not too worried about the main quest (which is probably another reason it took me so long to beat it). I remember there being a trading system that I did not understand at all when I first played this game, so I hope that the replay will be a lot more fun for me and I have high hopes that Skullduggery can really climb the tier list after my replay.

Poptropica trying to teach me economics when I was 9:

Vampire’s Curse Island

Vampire's Curse is in D because the only thing I remember about this island is that the first time I played it, I got to one of the final scenes- the one where you use the potion to heal the vampire- and it just didn’t work. I had to replay the entire island and when I finally reached that last scene it happened again. The third time was the charm and I was able to beat the island but let me just say that 10-year-old me had never experienced such frustration in my life, and I genuinely cannot remember anything about this island other than that final scene which is scarred into my mind. It’s not in F tier because I do remember that I thought the castle was super cool and while I was frustrated at the glitches, I still liked watching other people play walkthroughs of the island.

How Vampire's Curse had me feeling after 3 hours and 2 restarts:

Arabian Nights Island

I’m noticing a theme here-- if I remember correctly, this island also has some sort of trading (or was it crafting?) system. Not much to say as I really do not remember much from this one except that it was another island that required much much more walkthrough assistance than the others. Also, I could have sworn this was an episodic release like Survival and Mission Atlantis but I stand corrected by Poptropica Wiki.

My face when I saw another island that involved a trading mechanic:

Poptropolis Games Island

This is another island that I hated because I was so bad at it. In Jake Miller’s Youtube video that inspired my tier list, he mentioned that the controls were pretty bad, so maybe there’s a chance that my hating this island was less the fault of my tiny child hands and poor coordination and more due to poor game design. Only my attempt to replay it will tell!

Mission Atlantis Island

Mission Atlantis is the last island in D tier- though to be clear I only ever played the first episode. I can’t really remember much except that I felt like it wasn’t very fun and I was disappointed when I finished the island and had not encountered any merpeople.

Me when I got all excited to play Mission Atlantis but didn’t get to reenact H2O Just Add Water:

After finishing this D tier, I am most excited to revisit Skullduggery, since I feel like I would have loved it if I understood it at all. Once again, this is all based on nostalgia and this tier is pretty evident that I mainly hated the islands I was too stupid to figure out. Hopefully, 10 years later, I'm at least a little bit more intelligent (though it's doubtful). Follow my blog to see the rest of my nostalgia ranking, and how I rank these islands after revisiting them!

#poptropica #nostalgia #2000s #2000s childhood #computer games #flash games #tier list #tier ranking #flashpoint #kids games #skullduggery island #poptropolis games island #mission atlantis #vampire's curse island #arabian nights island #D tier

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thistleandthorn-rpg · 4 months

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Name: Robin Gardner Designation: Dominant Age: 33 Birthdate: March 14, 1990 Claim: Dallas Evans-Gardner Faceclaim: Bradley James Orientation: Pansexual/AntiRomantic Occupation: Manager of Car Dealership Kinks: Breathplay, Temperature play, TPE, denial, exhibitionism, orgies, waterspouts, humiliation, pain play, sensory deprivation. Anti-Kinks: scat, romance anything, petplay, ageplay

Key Points:

Charismatic, easily likable

Can be attention seeking

Doesn’t trust easily, likes to keep things playful and nonexclusive for as long as possible

Extremely claustrophobic

BIO

TW - child abuse

Robin grew up in a home with parents who never really wanted him. He was an “oops” baby to young parents who didn’t have the capacity or desire to raise him in any kind of way. Robin was rambunctious as he grew older, always up to something and in the way. His parents would rather party, rather be out doing whatever it was they did, and they weren’t willing to spend the little money they had on a babysitter. So, many nights, they would dope him up with cough syrup and lock him in a closet in order to keep him “safe.” This led to hours of Robin crying and screaming, banging hard on the door until the cough syrup took its toll and he passed out. What’s worse - sometimes he’s parents would forget he was there, being woken from their hangovers a day or two later to the restart of his screaming and pounding.

His only salvation was his grandmother who checked in when she could, being a few hours a way, and he enjoyed all of his time with her. He would beg her to take him away every time she left, but not even she could believe his parents would do to him what he claimed. As Robin got older, locking him in a closet was no longer necessary, and in a moment of panic he removed all the closet doors in their small apartment. He never was able to put them back on or sleep with a door shut.

When Robin was 19 his grandmother passed and he no longer saw any point to staying close by and made his way to an institute. It was hard to find his claim, considering most of them insisted on romance being part of the deal. If his upbringing taught him anything, it was that no one was capable of loving him, if his own parents couldn’t. Then he met Dallas. And, Robin wasn’t in love with him, but there was something about him Robin just couldn’t shake. The more they got to know each other, the more he realized he wouldn’t be able to continue on through his life without Dallas, who agreed to claim as a submissive for him.

Robin always imagined multiple submissive, but there was no one else at their school who seemed to fit what the two of them had already built. So instead, they graduated and Robin took work selling cars at a car dealership, his charismatic charm making it easy. And when a promotion to run one of the locations came up, and when that location was near Dallas’ family, he jumped at it, making their way to Lima, Ohio.

BIO QUESTIONS:

Describe your occupational journey and how you got to where you are. - Honestly, I needed a job after Dallas and I graduated, and selling cars seemed like a good a job as any. Even better, Dallas could work at their repair centers, so it kind of worked out perfectly. How shocking it was when I discovered I was actually good at it. Slowly I worked my way up through sales and department supervisor, and was offered the manager position at the location here in Lima.

How would you describe yourself as a Dominant/submissive?

- People have referred to me as “intense” and sometimes “strict.” I don’t know, maybe that’s true. I tend to be clear in what I want and how one can achieve it. I mean what I say and while I’m not usually open to whining about it, I’m happy to discuss and make the final decision.

How do you feel about authority?

- I am the authority. No, I’m mostly kidding. I can respect that authority is needed to make the world turn, and am willing to respect the authority of others. That being said, I don’t believe in authority based on anything other than earning it.

#riverdale rp #oc rp #original character #d/s rp #adult rp #taken #townsperson bio taken #townsperson bio #robin gardner

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dreamingclassical · 4 months

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The 🦄 Herself and some background on her.

I got Blaze July 31st of 2020. Before I even laid eyes on her, the assistant trainer of the facility told me “the mare is wild.” Telling me about how she had taken another mare from the pasture for a lesson and into the main barn. Within 10 minutes Blaze had taken down the gate and climbed up a set of stairs into the hayloft. No clue how she got down the stairs again unharmed. She was very buddy sour obviously. She was born in Canada, she is a Mr. Greeley baby. Raced lightly, retired to breeding, and then had 8-9 foals. At 16, almost 17 she came to the facility I met her at. Sat again for another year. I was looking for a 3-5 year old, not an 18 year old never restarted skinny broodmare.

After seeing her move, and seeing how sweet and anxious she was along with her condition, I was positive I wanted her. Bought for 1k, she was quickly learning to be a riding horse. I made many, many mistakes. I let a trainer ride her in such a manner I could barely watch, multiple times before I put my foot down. Draw reins, strong bits, bungees, terrible saddle fit, etc etc.

It was ugly. I will be repaying Blaze for her kindness for the rest of her life. She jumped everything, up to 4’ on a few occasions. Safe, point and shoot, and fun. She had one bad habit, rearing when put under pressure. The only time she did it, was because I or someone else put her in a position where she felt she had no choice.

She eventually became my liberty and trick horse after I realized how unhappy she really was as a sport horse. Despite looking fantastic, post Lyme treatment #1 but really she wasn’t happy. She wouldn’t stand to be a show horse, and she was impossible to fit a saddle to. I rode her bareback exclusively for almost 2 years of having her due to saddle issues. She was just better off, and eventually I removed the bridle too. She was great in a halter, terrible in a bridle, so why bother? Perfect almost every time. This opened the door for liberty work, where she really shines.

Eventually in May of 2022 she slipped on a grass hill with me, not falling but close. No heat, not lame, we stopped immediately She came up bilaterally lame 2 hours later. I took her to the vet, he told me it was likely L stifle and LF combined but nothing can be done without scans of the joints. I was beyond broke from the (failed) Lyme treatment over 6 months.

My first vet told me that my best option was to turn her out for a year and see what happens. She was managed well on equioxx, but noticeably lame in the trot and canter. So I did that. Finally listening to her, a chronic weaver, stalling just wasn’t for Blaze. Moved her into a literal back yard of a friends. With a run in / walk in stall, goat, and mini horse. Pulled all 4 shoes (hind first and later fronts)

Removed grain from her diet, added good hay and a forage balancer, and waited. It’s been almost 2 years. She’s not 100% sound, I was very much losing hope earlier this year and very much considering euthanizing her. However, I found an amazing vet well versed in Lyme disease and so in January we’ll be pulling a titer to check levels and moving forward with IV tetra from there. Lyme flares tends to make her lameness vary a bit. She is hopeful that we will be able to get her sound and remove her Lyme symptoms. She’s really renewed some hope in me. In the spring when things aren’t muck, I’ll be getting another (this’ll be the 14th lameness exam in 2 years) exam done and likely radiographing her fetlocks and hocks.

That’s it for now though, I’ve ranted long enough. She’s perfect, my best friend, and recently we were told on her good days that we can work on tricks & groundwork again.

Good movement > no movement 💖

We’ll see where we are in a year. 12/24/23 🎄

#thoroughbred

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internshipportfolio · 1 year

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Challenges I faced

As mentioned earlier on in the portfolio, my biggest challenge at the start of the internship was adjusting to the writing style in the first handful of articles I produced. I was constantly being reassured of my good work which gave me the confidence to keep going but I admittedly took the changes to heart when I first noticed them.

When writing articles going forward, it was always in the back of my mind that some of my work would be changed and I had to find a way to reduce the number of changes needed in the final product. It was not something I could whip-up overnight, but I eventually used a side-by-side analysis of the changes in previous articles and other articles written online by other staff members to find my own strengths and weaknesses within my writing. I noticed I needed to add a bit more color, as my original content was starting to feel dry due to the amount of concentration given on getting the facts right first. Another point I starting working on was the structure of my articles as well as the confidence within my writing, for example, making it seem like I know exactly what I am talking about and not had just heard of the guy in the article an hour beforehand.

My second challenge came later on in the internship, being lucky enough to travel with the team to Adelaide for The Bend AutoFest I was presented with many challenges but the interviewing aspect seemed to strike me the most.

I was always happy to do interviews and was never going to say no, but I was struggling to find the confidence within my questions during the buildup to the interviews themself. On the opening day of track action, I did not expect to be doing any until later on in the day, so in my mind I had plenty of time to pick the brain of the media team and gain some confidence in the questions I was asking. At the time, I was anxious when I found out the interviews had been pushed forward and we were doing it ‘right now’ instead. I had to make up questions on the spot but I managed to handle the first couple of them okay.

As the day and the event went on, using a team member I was assigned to work with throughout the weekend I was able to ask multiple questions and use him as reassurance for what I might have been about to ask. He gave me positive and negative feedback throughout and did not mind if I restarted or took a second to prepare myself for the take.

“Being thrown in at the deep end is a test of communication skills” (Harris, 2015).

I ended up doing these interviews multiple times across the weekend, but the new found confidence also followed me back to the office where I would start interviewing people over the phone for article quotes, something I was also anxious about at the start but was able to get over the hump by being thrown in the deep end.

Reference:

Harris. (2015). Starting out - Being thrown in at the deep end was a test of my communication skills. Nursing Standard, 29(31), 31–31. https://doi.org/10.7748/ns.29.31.31.s29

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waybrights · 2 years

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sasha wasn't sure when everything changed. at the time, it had seemed to happen over night, her dad had left one morning with a smile on his face and the words 'i love you, princess,' on his lips, and came back the next day with a scowl so deep it looked as though it had always been there and nothing but a sharp glare that managed to bring tears to her eyes.

her parents had argued that night. loudly. so loudly that even the sounds of sasha's music box couldn't drown out the curses being spat below her. she didn't know what it was about, only that her name was brought up multiple times, followed by an angry laugh and the sound of a hand hitting its mark.

it seemed to go on for hours, the same arguments being repeated over and over as the pair went around in circles, only stopping when they would hear the squeak of a floorboard, restarting as soon as the house had fallen silent again. not a care in the world that their child had heard it all, neither bothering to step away to check on her, the thought not even crossing their minds until one had stormed up the stairs, an empty suitcase in hand, and seen the sign on the door written in a five year old's best attempt at cursive.

they wouldn't have been able to get in (if they had even wanted to) the door had been locked and a pink chair was pushed against it in a feeble attempt to stop someone doing so. she wasn't sure when she'd dived under her covers, pulling the pink blankets tightly over her head, pressing her hands against her ears to muffle the sound, only that she'd refused to move from that position however many hours later when someone had knocked on her door.

(her mother had found her like that the next morning, trying her hardest to keep her eyes open and ears covered, but she'd been tired, so tired, that all it took was a gentle, warm hand to brush her hair out of her face for her to fall into a fitful sleep.)

it all changed after that.

the arguing became far more frequent, happening so often sasha would be confined to her room after dinner just so her parents could go at it, and there were no more loving parting words as her dad went off to work, or gentle hands rocking her to sleep, just glares across the table and bruises on her arms whenever she showed the slightest hint of an attitude.

most nights, sasha would push her chair (perhaps even her dresser if she felt the need for it) against the door, wiggle under her sheets and pray to god that it could all go back to the way it was before.

of course, it never did.

in fact, sasha would say that it only got worse.

the divorce was supposed to make things better, their arguing would stop and sasha wouldn't have to hide under her sheets all night long anymore. for a while, it all seemed to get somewhat better, sasha's mom's house was quiet, and she was allowed to stay up to watch tv longer, her mom would hold her sometimes, whispering silly jokes into her ears as they watched another romance film. sasha would fall asleep then, curled up in her mom's lap, a small smile on her face. her bed went from a way to escape to just being a bed, a comforting warmth at the end of the day.

then her dad called, and the arguing started again. though this time it wasn't shouting across the house, but through viscously typed texts and phone calls that lasted hours, sasha listening in to every word uttered about her.

day after day, month after month, sasha would watch her mom walk out of the living room, casting an apologetic look to the girl curled up on the couch, before she slipped into the kitchen, put the phone on speaker and went back and forth with a man sasha hardly recognised anymore.

it was the day before anne's 13th birthday when her mom finally gave in and, as gently as she could, told sasha she would be going to live with her father for a while. needless to say it hadn't gone down very well.

as she lay in bed that night, her pink blankets pulled tightly over her head, sasha waybright made the decision that, no matter what, she wasn't going to live with her father, be it for a day or however long 'a while' was, she refused.

through all the anger and fear, sasha couldn't help but feel relieved as the trio were enveloped in a flash of white light and the sensation of falling took over her senses.

#.. whats this??? sasha angst loosely based of my own state of being?? madness <33 #anyway heheheg #just a warning that there are implied mentions of abuse so just look out for that!!! its nothing graphic but yh just in case!!!#sasha waybright #amphibia #amphibia fanfic #marie.txt #marie writes

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husheduphistory · 3 years

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Ghost Blimp: The Mystery and Missing on the L-8

On Sunday, August 16th 1942 Richard L. Johnston was going about his business. He had just finished waxing his car in Dale City, California when he looked up and saw something huge creeping out of the sky and towards his house. Suddenly it hit a utility pole, electrical wires broke sending sparks cascading down to the street, and Johnson ran into the house to protect his mother. When he came back outside there was a large group of people in the street including Fire Deputy Marshal Sean Wood and Johnston’s next door neighbor, volunteer fireman William Morris. Johnston’s car was completely hidden under a massive fold of what looked like canvas. When Johnston woke up that morning he probably didn’t expect that a blimp would land on his car that day. And yet, moments later the scene became even more bizarre.

In August 1942 the United States Navy was on high alert. Within nine months after entering World War II Japanese submarines sunk at least six Allied ships off the American west coast and shelled one of California’s largest oil drilling facilities. The fear of another attack on American soil was high and in order to keep an eye on the sea along the west coast the Navy took to the air, deploying blimps to cruise over the ocean and watch for any suspicious activity.

World War II Navy blimp. Image via Wikimedia Commons.

The blimp that landed on Johnson’s car was the L-8 airship, acquired by the Navy from the Goodyear company and commissioned on March 5, 1942. It was an excellent machine, completing over 1,000 trips and never requiring any work beyond routine maintenance. The two-man crew tasked with piloting the airship had records as impeccable as the craft itself. Lieutenant Ernest Dewitt Cody was a 1938 graduate of Annapolis and although he was only twenty-seven years old he was highly regarded with his commanding officer describing him as “one of the most capable pilots and one of the most able officers” under his command. Cody was relatively new to flying LTA (lighter-than-air) airships, but in April 1942 he proved his ability when he flew the L-8 to deliver cargo to the USS Hornet before the ship departed for Doolittle’s Raid over Tokyo. It was that trip that earned him his promotion to Lieutenant in June 1942. Ensign Charles Ellis Adams was eleven years older than Cody and had twenty years of experience flying LTA airships, but only earned his commission the day before their flight together making his trip with Cody his first flight as an officer.

Lieutenant Ernest Dewitt Cody and Ensign Charles Ellis Adams.

The L-8 delivering cargo to the USS Hornet. Image via National Archives.

Their task together was a routine anti-submarine mission, fly out from Treasure Island, patrol a fifty-mile radius of San Francisco, then head to the Farallon Islands before heading back to Treasure Island. When they left Treasure Island at 6:03am there was approximately five miles of visibility with the Golden Gate Bridge off in the distance. At 7:38am Cody radioed Moffett Field and reported their location as being four miles east of the Farallon Islands. Four minutes later Moffett Field received a second message from Cody, “Am investigating suspicious oil slick—stand by.” Since an oil slick could indicate an enemy submarine below the waves it was not unusual for the airship to investigate the scene. As the L-8 descended closer to the sea its movements were seen by a fishing boat, the Daisy Gray, and a Liberty cargo ship, Albert Gallatin. Apprehensive about seeing the Navy airship creep closer to the surface of the water and then set off two flares, the ship crews pulled in their nets, manned their guns, and nervously waited to see what happened next. But, as they watched the L-8 nothing out of the ordinary happened. The blimp circled for about an hour and crews from both ships could see two men in the gondola. At approximately 9am the blimp again rose into the air and restarted its route back toward San Francisco. Everything appeared normal to the ships and spectators below, but personnel at Moffett Field were getting nervous, they had not heard a word from the L-8 since 7:42am and were not able to reestablish any communication. Two Vought OS2U Kingfisher floatplanes were sent to look for the blimp and other aircraft were asked to keep their eyes open.

The intended flight path of the L-8 aircraft. Image via unsolvedmysteries.fandom.com.

At approximately 10:49am a series of blimp sightings began to roll in. A Pan American Clipper pilot reported seeing the blimp over the Golden Gate Bridge, then at 11am one of the Kingfishers spotted the L-8 three miles west of Salada Beach at approximately 2,000 feet. Although a height of 2,000 feet would typically be avoided by an airship for safety reasons, there was no indication of the ship being out of control or in danger and it began to descend. The next plane to spot the blimp, an Army P-38 pilot, also saw no indication that the airship or its crew was in any distress when it was seen near Mile Rock, seemingly on its way back to Treasure Island. Within minutes an off-duty seaman named Richard Quam saw the L-8 as he was driving along the highway between San Mateo and San Francisco and he decided to take a picture of the sight. He may have been the first person to capture that something was amiss, the blimp was now noticeably bending in the middle.

The L-8 airship visible sagging as it flew over Daly City. Image via National Archives.

Things began to happen quickly. At approximately 11:15am the L-8 was seen approaching the shore of Ocean Beach in San Francisco but its motors were now silent and there was noticeable sagging. It touched down on the beach for a moment but kept moving until it hit the side of a hill, knocking off one of its 325lb depth chargers. Now carrying 300lbs less, the airship again rose, clearing the hill, and moving further inland. Thousands of people now watched as the L-8 staggered overhead obviously in peril. But, according to witnesses, the ship was not unmanned, in a later interview seventeen-year-old C.E. Taylor told reporters that as the blimp descended he was watching the cabin through his binoculars and that two men were clearly visible inside the entire time.

Finally, at 11:30am the blimp came to a clumsy rest on top of Richard Johnston’s freshly waxed car. Sirens blared and firemen surrounded the blimp, slashing it open in an attempt to save Cody and Adams inside. But, when the rescuers got to the gondola they found a scene that made no sense. The door was open, the microphone for communication was hanging from the doorway, a hat was resting on the controls, the life raft and all parachutes were still in place, but Cody and Adams were nowhere to be found.

Once the initial shock of the crash wore off a feeling of worry began to quickly take over. The L-8 was traveling an extremely visible route and was tracked and seen by hundreds of people and ships, with many reporting the same as young C. E. Taylor, that the men were visible inside the cabin. The Navy immediately launched a search for Cody and Adams and the craft was inspected for any clues to solve the disappearance. The engines were in perfect running order, the ignition switches were on, and there was four hours of fuel left. The only thing that was unusual on board was that the blimp's batteries were drained and part of the fuel supply had been dumped out with no obvious explanation why.

The scene after the crash of the L-8. Image via National Archives.

For three days the shore where the blimp initially crashed and the Pacific coastline was heavily searched but there was no trace of the two missing men. A board of investigation was convened by Navy Commander Francis Connell and over the course of seven days thirty-five witnesses gave their testimony of watching the L-8 hover overhead with nothing seeming suspect. Multiple people both on land and at sea at the time reported seeing the men inside and there being no indication that they ever fell or jumped out of the gondola. In the end it was determined that "no fire, no submersion, no misconduct, and no missiles struck the L-8.” While that may have answered some questions the big one still remained, what happened on the L-8 between 7:42am and 11:15am that made two Navy officers stop communication and vanish before crashing their blimp in a residential neighborhood?

Unfortunately, there were many theories but no concrete answers to that question. Some believed it was a simple tragic accident, that a malfunction with the door led to one man falling out at a low altitude and the other following him out in an attempt to save him before they were both lost to the sea. Others proposed much more elaborate theories, that the men were secret spies, that they were lured close to the surface of the water and grabbed by enemy forces, and some even said that the men ended up killing each other by falling out of the blimp during an argument over a woman. Some guesses tried to remain optimistic, that the men fell out but they were able to swim to shore and would be found hiking back to civilization any day now. Maybe they were picked up by a passenger ship after falling from the aircraft, they just had to wait until they were returned home. But, time ticked forward and the men never reappeared. Shortly after the crash the wives of both men were told that their husbands were officially missing. It was becoming painfully obvious this was not going to change and one year after their disappearance the men were declared dead. The Navy officially classified the incident as “100% Unknown/ Undetermined.”

The L-8 was repaired and continued to be used as a training vessel until the end of World War II when it was returned to Goodyear Tire and Rubber Company. It was refurbished, renamed America, and was used to broadcast sports events until it was finally retired in 1982.

Nearly eighty years after the disappearance of Lieutenant Ernest Dewitt Cody and Ensign Charles Ellis Adams there is still no official explanation as to what happened on that clear August morning over the Pacific coast

After its retirement the gondola of the L-8 was fully restored and is currently exhibited at the National Museum of Naval Aviation in Pensacola, Florida.

The refurbished gondola of the L-8 on display at the National Museum of Naval Aviation. Image via www.history.navy.mil.

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Sources:

Mystery of the Ghost Blimp by John J. Geoghegan https://www.historynet.com/mystery-of-the-ghost-blimp.htm.

The Crew of the L- 8, https://unsolvedmysteries.fandom.com/wiki/The_Crew_of_the_L-8

The Bizarre Tale Of The World War II Ghost Blimp And Its Missing Crew by Gina Dimuro, https://allthatsinteresting.com/ghost-blimp

In 1942, a war blimp fell out of the sky onto Daly City. Its crew was never found by Katie Dowd and Andrew Chamings, https://www.sfgate.com/sfhistory/article/SF-Ghost-blimp-Daly-City-15739903.php

Ghost Blimp Mystery of WW2 – Crashed in San Francisco & Crew Was Never Found by Ruslan Budnik, https://www.warhistoryonline.com/instant-articles/mystical-disappearance-pilots.html.

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Like I’m Bakugou {Katsuki Bakugou x Reader}

Summary: Katsuki comes to your place after a long day at work only to find you blasting music while you work. But what is it about this specific song that had Bakugou questioning you.

A/N: I got the idea for this while I was listening to “Bakugo” by Kamil... you already know this is for my black women but anyone is welcome to read them.

Word count: 1.5 k

Katsuki was tired. He just spent three hours discussing with the police about a raid gone wrong, how there could possibly be a mole, and how they should take the next steps. Obviously, he believed they should go around and make the person who could be the rat cough up the information but no one wanted to listen to him. So he just sat in a room arguing with everyone about what to do next when it got to a point that Kiri could see that everyone was tired and on edge and said that they should all go home early and go to sleep. Katsuki was tired to fight back and decided to go see you and crash at your place for the night.

He hadn’t seen you in a couple of weeks since he decided to take this mission that was a very delicate situation, and being a top hero costume designer who worked with only the best, and that your father was a pro-hero in America, you know what being a pro hero entails and how it can take away from personal life. He knew you wouldn’t hold him not contacting you against him, when he wasn’t working on this case, he was catching up on sleep.

He pulled up to your house and parked in the driveway. As he climbed out of his car and walked up to your front door, he could hear the bass of the song you were blasting from outside and shook his head and rolled his eyes. He walked up to your door and used his spare key to open the door. The muffled music became much clearer to him as he walked in. He closed the door and triple checked if the door locked before going to look for you.

As he looked for you, he tuned into the song you were playing and stopped in his tracks as he heard his name… His name? The song was in English, which was honestly his weak suit while he was a student at UA. As he stood there, he remembered how you told him how he was getting more and more popular in America.

“It’s because of how fine you are, America is a sucker for handsome heroes with anger issues or blond American dream heroes as well. That’s how All might be well-liked over there too.” You shrugged, handing him your phone to show him the article and to try and help him translate.

Katsuki gave off a stank-like face as he scrolled through the article, with you in his ear telling him what they are saying. He stopped at the articles tweet references on how the general public thought of him and asked “what the hell does this say?”

You took the phone and looked at what he was asking about before covering your mouth to muffle the loud ass laugh you let out. Bakugo looked confused as you hunched over, wheezing.

“What? What the hell does it say?!?” He bellowed grabbing the phone out of your hands.

You took a deep breath and wiped away your tears as you tried to speak, “I should be angry that they are saying this about my boyfriend but honestly it’s just so funny!”

Katsuki glared at you before tackling you and pinning you to the ground. You let a scream as he pinned your door and stared you down. He blinked a couple of times before smirking and lowering his head till his lips were near your ear. You shivered at this action, feeling his hot breath on your earlobe.

He whispered in your ear, “so are you gonna fucking tell me what the hell it said or not?”

You looked back at him with low eyes before moving your neck till your own head was near his ear and whispered what the tweet said but not without adding some extra things because you already know where this was gonna go.

Katsuki shook his head out of the flashback and concentrated on the song. He picked up on the words he did know, his name, the word that starts with an n that you cussed him out on saying that one time, blow up, nitroglycerin (considering that’s what he sweats), and that was it. He was confused and set out to find you to figure out what you were listening to.

He followed the music to see where it was coming from. He walked all around the house before going upstairs and passing by your room where you weren’t and found in your office, toying around with some gadgets. You didn’t know he was here and he didn’t make his presence noticed as he noticed you were rapping along with the song. He crossed his arms and smirked and continued to look at you working and rapping along.

“Like I'm Bakugo, turn they soul to fuckin' smoke, bitch I'm boutta' pop, bitch you know I'm boutta' blow up,”

He had no idea what you were saying but was sure to get it out of you when the song finished. Lucky for him, the song ended with one final line and then it faded out and ended. You paused your music before the next song could play. You got up from what you were working on for Tsu to go get a bottle of water and you looked up and saw your boyfriend standing there, arms crossed and face pulled into a cocky smile.

“Fuck! You scared me!” You let out, jumping a little and pressing a hand into your pounding heart.

Katsuki said nothing but walked over to your desk where your phone was sitting on. You said nothing but saw him pick up the phone and unlock it before you remembered what song was playing before you looked up. You dropped your bottle of water and walked over to try and grab your phone out of his hands but it was too late, he replayed the song.

“Mind telling me why my name is in this song?” He asked, placing your phone back on your desk.

You stammered on your words, your face burning with slight embarrassment.

“It’s not about you!” You said, turning away from him.

You knew that if he knew that someone made a whole song after him, he wouldn’t let go of it, his inflated ego wouldn’t allow him to let it go, so you only played it when he wasn’t home and when you lowkey kind of missed him. The song was Bakugo personified and if you told him that, you may hear this song multiple times a day.

“It has my name, nitroglycerin and I’m pretty sure it mentions one of my attacks, I’m not 100 percent sure.”

Your eyes widened as you realize that you were caught redhanded, you should have known, even though it wasn’t his first language, Katsuki was very perceptive about things. You sighed and bent down to pick up the water bottle that you dropped. You went back to your desk and sat down and Katsuki followed suit and pulled up the spare chair you had. You grabbed your phone and went through your notes till you found the lyrics you translated for this situation, in case it did happen.

You restarted the song and handed the phone to let him read along with the song. For two minutes and 30 seconds, both of you sat in silence as you let him listen to the song in full. You could see the cocky smile slowly appear on his face as he continued to listen and you sighed, starting to feel that your prediction was going to be correct. Soon enough the song ended and Katsuki paused the music and gave you back the phone. For about another minute, you two sat in empty silence as he thought over what he just listened to. The silence was killing you and you had to know what he thought of the song.

“Well?” You asked,

Katsuki still didn’t say anything and you just stared at him. Finally, he looked up and placed his hands at the back of his head.

“It’s alright,” is all he said.

You glared at him, not trusting what he was saying. He could feel your glare and turned to look at you, “seriously it’s alright, not my taste.”

You still didn’t trust what he said and held your glare making the ashy blond groan and get up from his seat.

“Fine don’t believe me,” he started, walking towards you, all of sudden he grabbed at you and scooped you up into his arms, making you yelp and immediately grab at his biceps, “but I’m tired as fuck and all I want to do is take a shower and go to sleep.”

You squealed as he carried you to your bedroom.

***

You were asleep, curled up in the sheets. You couldn’t feel Katsuki next to you but he was always leaving early so you expected that and just curled into your own body heat to replace his. All of a sudden…

“LIKE I’M BAKUGO!”

Your eyes opened and you flew up from your bed with swiftness, the song interrupting your sleep.

“KATSUKI!!”

You could hear his obnoxious laugh from the bathroom and you ripped the blanket off your body and charged up your quirk to attack him for interrupting your sleep.

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iamverysmall-andihavenomoney · 3 years

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“It’s going to be okay.”

I just did a couple of my comfort characters for this one. Send in requests if you want to see specific characters, I’d love to write for y’all’s comfort characters too 🤍

Haikyū!! Masterlist

Pairing(s): Suna Rintarō x Gender Neutral! Reader, Miya Atsumu x Gender Neutral! Reader, Tsukishima Kei x Gender Neutral! Reader, Bokuto Kōtarō x Gender Neutral! Reader, Oikawa Tōru x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Fluff/Comfort, Reader is stressed out because of jobs/midterms/college in general, reader cries

Suna Rintarō:

It had been a rough week.

It felt like everything was going wrong. Day in and day out.

It felt like the universe was hell bent on making you break, this past week.

You worked as a barista, while you got yourself through college.

Not an easy job, despite what some people liked to believe.

And with each day came a new promise.

Monday? A trip to the ER with second and third degree burns on your arms, when an angry customer had taken out their anger on you.

Tuesday? Your boss had yelled at you - humiliated you in front of the rest of your coworkers.

Wednesday? You ended up not realizing that yo were decorated in chocolate syrup, when you slumped on your bed, having to wash the sheets and most of you laundry, after.

Thursday? You’d tripped while at work and gotten to go home early, with your face burning in embarrassment at the snickers of other college students.

Friday? A pop quiz that you were 50% sure you failed.

Now it was Saturday, your studying? Done. Your assignments? Completed.

But you still felt the stress of the past week weighing on you.

So when you started tearing up, Suna couldn’t say he was surprised. He wished he could have made this past week easier for you.

Midterms were coming up, as well, just adding to the stress you were already feeling.

So, your boyfriend just does what comes natural to him, when it comes to you.

Rintarō doesn’t waste a moment when he returns from practice, spotting you slumped over on the couch, glaring at the floor while you tried not to let any tears fall from your eyes. With your choice comfort movie playing on the screen, he knew he had to do something.

Even if you had been pushing him away out of frustration, for the duration of this entire week.

Rintarō walks over to you and gently scoops you up in his arms, before sitting on the couch with you in his lap. Well-manicured nails begin to softly and affectionately run over your scalp, bringing a comfort to you that you could no longer deny you needed. Desperately.

He tugs you gently so you’re comfortable in his lap before he brings a calloused hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone softly. He can’t help his sweet, soft smile as he sees the first tears trickle down your cheeks. He normally hated to see you cry, but he knew that you needed to get this out.

Sometimes, people just needed to scream and cry to get pent up emotion out. So when you started sobbing, completely collapsing against your boyfriend’s chest, he pulls you as close to him as you can possibly get, rocking you as he cradles your body against his own.

“There’s my baby, let it out...” His tone is soft as his hand holds your head against his chest. “Let it all out. It’s going to be okay. I’m here and I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t quite know how long it is until your sobs quiet down, the crying wearing you out, but it doesn’t matter to him. He snatches the remote up to restart the movie that you’d failed to get through, earlier, before tossing that same remote across the couch so he could readjust your bodies.

Leaning his shoulders and head against the pillow and armrest, he reclines himself, allowing you to get comfortable on top of him. As you rest on him, he brings a hand to your cheek once again, wiping away any remnants of the tears that had previously decorated your cheeks.

“It’s going to be okay, baby. I promise.”

Miya Atsumu:

Being stressed around your boyfriend?

Unheard of.

Atsumu is a perceptive little shit who picks up on the smallest changes in your mood.

And he will do everything in his power to reassure you, or cheer you up, whatever you need.

So, it’s not built up stress that gets you.

No, it’s the phone call you get in the middle of the night, while you’re resting in Atsumu’s arms.

You and Atsumu put your phones on do not disturb/bedtime mode every night.

Very few people are set up so that your phone will ring, when they call.

So, you end up waking up pretty quickly at the sound of a familiar ringtone, Atsumu sleepily sitting up beside you as you sit up to take the call.

Your best friend.

Who had just been admitted to the hospital after a car crash.

They were most likely going to make it, but they were still undergoing surgery and you knew that anything could happen.

You were her emergency contact so they called you from the ambulance.

Not too long after, you found out that the other person was undergoing surgery and probably wouldn’t make it.

The realization that that could have been your best friend made you feel like you couldn’t breath.

Atsumu had been watching your frantic pacing for the past ten minutes, watching you work yourself up more and more. You were shaking, though you hadn’t turned to him yet, like you always did, when you needed comfort. And he was too scared to make it worse.

Until he heard how your breath caught in your throat, once again, nearly sounding like you were about to start hyperventilating. Standing, the tall volleyball player comes to stop in front of you, gently grasping your wrists in his hands to make you look at him. He doesn’t say anything as you let out a shaky breath and crumble against him, just falling into his open arms.

Cradling you against him with his large palm at the back of your head, he lets you get out the emotions that were pent up, soft sobs being let out against his shoulder. Pressing a kiss to your temple, he whispers soft words of encouragement. “They’re going to be okay, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay, I promise. And have I ever broken my promises to you?”

With a shake of your head, your sobs quiet and all that’s left escaping you are quiet sniffles. If anyone was able to calm you, it’d be your Tsumu. There wasn’t a bad day you could remember that he hadn’t made things better. Your boyfriend always knew what to say... When it came to you, at least.

It wasn’t ten minutes later when a doctor came out to let you know that the surgery had been a success and that your friend was okay.

They’d be asleep for a few hours, allowing you to go home and change from your pajamas, if you would like. You didn’t catch that bit with the immediate relief that flooded through you.

You both did end up going home to shower and change, wanting to get you both and your friend some food on your way back. As soon as you were in the comfort of your own home, Atsumu took your face in his hands, cradling your cheeks and gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“As long as I’m around, I am going to make sure that everything works out in the end. I don’t like seeing you cry and I don’t like seeing you stressed out. You’re my significant other and I’m going to take care of you.” He reassures you earnestly. “It’s all going to be okay, I promise.”

And as his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest, you know that it is, in fact, all going to be okay. You had Atsumu and he had you.

Tsukishima Kei:

Mid-terms aren’t shit.

Not only are the tests long, and hard, and stressful,

But both you and Kei had them.

And both you and Kei had attitudes - especially when it came to either of you getting stressed out.

So, you both decided to stay and study on your own for the most part, until exams were over.

It was only a week, after all, how much harm could a single week do to the two of your mental states?

A lot, apparently.

It was Kei who caved first, surprisingly, needing to see you.

It was actually pretty unsurprising, boy is whipped for you.

Grabbing his keys, he tugs on the hoodie you’d gotten him for his birthday, along with grabbing you matching one that you’d left at his place.

Then he leaves, his usual preference to wear pants rather than sweatpants, when he left his home, being overpowered by his craving to see you.

And he knew you needed to see him too.

But if anyone was more stubborn than he was about things, it was you and he knew you weren’t going to cave anytime soon.

What he didn’t expect when he entered your home was to find you crying into your hands, in a pile of your own notes, with your computer in front of you.

He furrowed his brows - you had overwhelmed yourself...

Because he hadn’t been here to prevent you from it.

Kei sighs as he listens to the clanking of keys together, his attempts to unlock the door to your apartment failing multiple times, before finally ending in success. At least he knew no one would ever break into your apartment. They wouldn’t be able to get in.

Look at him, he’d been over here a dozen times and it still took him about three minutes to manage your locks open. You must know how much he loved you with the fact he still put up with it. He enters the home, near silently, placing the strawberry shortcakes and milkshakes down on the counter, his keys being hung beside yours. Walking past your kitchen, he freezes in the doorway, hearing your quieted sobs before he sees you.

He had never, not even in his years of playing volleyball, moved as quickly as he did in that moment. He moved to kneel in front of where you were seated on the couch, taking your laptop and shutting it.

Kei knew you hadn’t opened your eyes, or moved your hands from shielding your face to see him, but you knew it was him with the way you slid off of the spot on the couch to kneel on the floor, your face finding familiar purchase in his neck.

“I’m not around for a few days and you manage to overwork yourself like this. God damn it, Y/N, don’t do this again.” His words, no matter if they should have sounded angry, just came out worried.

You knew that the only person he was mad at was himself for even suggesting the idea of you both spending time studying individually.

“I’m right here, okay? I’m not going to be going anywhere,” placing a large hand on the back of your head, he gently kisses the crown of your head. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“It’s all going to be okay,” his soothing voice calms you quite a bit, making your body slump against his in relaxation. “There’s my shortcake. Just relax, alright. We’ll study more later. In the meantime, we’re going to watch a movie and eat the sweets I brought. I don’t want you to think about those god damn exams.” Your nod in confirmation is all he needs to get you both comfortable on the couch so he can take care of his partner... Like he should have been going this entire time.

Bokuto Kōtarō:

Kōtarō, despite people thinking he’s not the smartest, is a very intelligent person.

Especially when it comes to emotional intelligence.

Which is why he figured out about your family issues, within a month.

Poor boy wished he could do something, though other than the constant sleepovers in high school, there wasn’t much else he could do. It broke his heart.

But that changed, when you both graduated high school together.

He didn’t allow you to stay any longer in that house. You’d dealt with the constant yelling and the lack of care for your feelings, long enough.

Though, that didn’t mean you’d escaped it when you went to reunions or to visit them on holidays.

They always managed to drag you into going.

And they always managed to drag you into their bullshit.

Kōtarō hadn’t been able to go to this year’s reunion - a practice game held him up.

His presence usually encouraged your family member to back the fuck off and not drag you into things.

But, this time...

He was just glad he’d gotten there when he did.

Pulling up in the driveway of the designated home of this particular family reunion, he could hear the yelling, as soon as he stepped out of his car. The volleyball player tensed up as he quickly walked towards the home, throwing the door open without care.

Kōtarō wished you wouldn’t put yourself through this. You didn’t deserve it. He enters the living room, most of the arguing falling silent at his presence, already knowing that he wouldn’t hesitate to get on them for their bullshit. Walking over to you, where you sat, slumped at the dinner table, your head in your hands, he frowns.

He wasn’t surprised when he found tears in your eyes as he gently picked your head up to look at him. A frown befalls him, once again and he guides you to stand, pulling you into his embrace, his hand holding your head against him, practically cradling you.

He holds you for a few long moments to let you calm down, before he turns towards your family, letting you go so he can take your hand. “We’re leaving. They’re tired.”

No one argues. They’d seen how angry Kōtarō got when it came to you and they didn’t want to face the wrath of the angry volleyball player.

Without another word from you both, or spoken to you both, Kōtarō escorts you out of the house. As soon as you’re out, you can hear the yelling ensue, once again. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” he whispers as he pulls you into him, once again. “It’s going to be okay.” He whispers to you, pressing his lips to the crown of your head.

“I promise. We’ll go home and take a long bath... We can make some cookies and relax. We can even watch some Disney movies and make a pillow fort. How’s that sound, my sweet owl?” Kōtarō cooes as he begins to walk you to the car, smiling at you as he noticed how relaxed you seemed to be out, away from them and with your fiancé.

No matter if he could help your family’s constant fighting, he’d always be here to whisper soft reassurances to you and make sure that everything was okay.

Oikawa Tōru:

Dating Tōru isn’t easy.

Living over 18,000 kilometers from one another was no easy feat.

Somedays are easier than others.

And this wasn’t one of those ‘easier’ days.

No, not at all.

Instead, today is one of those days that you tug on Tōru’s old volleyball jacket and bury your nose in the collar, hopping it’ll smell somewhat like him.

One of those days that you watch his dazzling face appear on the screen of your television and pretend he’s here with you.

It’s one of those days that you shoot him an ‘I miss you’ text and he’s unable to reply.

You both make it work because you love one another and want to watch the other succeed and do what they love.

But sometimes, it would be so much easier if you both lived on the same continent.

What you didn’t realize was that he hadn’t been to reply to you, because he was caught up getting his stuff off of the plane and into a car.

He was exhausted, but excited to see you.

He wasn’t expecting to come home and find you asleep on your couch, wrapped up in his jacket with dried tears on your cheeks.

Tōru dropped his bags at the door - he could worry about them later, right now he needed to get to you. With his signature grin, he walks through the kitchen, “Cutie,” he cooes through the apartment, before halting as he enters your living room, head tilting like a confused puppy’s would as he spotted you.

His brows furrow and a frown crosses his lips, walking over to you and dropping to his knees in front of your sleeping form on the couch. He brings his hand up to gently stroke your cold cheek. “Y/N...” He cooes as he caresses your face, waiting for you to stir. Once you begin to open your eyes, a smile returns to his face, seeing your excitement overpower the sleepiness in your features.

“You’re here...” You whisper, pushing yourself forward to hug your fiancé, no matter how unconventional this position was for you both. “I missed you,” you mumble into the soft cloth of his shirt, inhaling deeply. Peppermint. He always smelled like peppermint and it was a scent you had immensely missed.

“I missed you too, cutie... But it’s okay. I’m here, now.” Tōru reassures, shifting so that he can scoop you up into his arms while you curl up into him.

Not hesitating to want to fall asleep with you in his arms, once again, he brings you to the bedroom, dropping you onto the bed and pulling out comfier clothes for the both of you. Unpacking could wait later. Explanations of the vacation he was taking could wait. You being comfortable and in his arms was all he wanted.

He undresses you, putting one of his shirts on you, before he undresses, as well, pulling on a pair of sweatpants, before he pulls back the covers and slides under them with you.

Long, toned arms come to wrap themselves securely around you, pulling you into a tanned chest. “I missed you so much... But I’m here now, alright?” He whispers to you, kissing your head with a tenderness that only you got to see from the Argentinian volleyball player.

“Go to sleep, we’ll talk when you wake up.”

It was safe to say you fell asleep peacefully in his arms, finding peace in the fact that you’d soon be happily waking up in his arms.

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spookyboywhump · 3 years

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Everett and baby Eli because yeah

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He didn’t remember falling asleep. He blinked tiredly as he stared up at the ceiling, vaguely aware of how cold he was despite being covered in sweat. Sure he hadn’t showered after getting home but he swore it hadn’t been that bad. That morning he knew he was coming down with something, he’d woken up with a sore throat and a cough but he’d hoped he’d have a day or two before the real symptoms set in, but apparently he wasn’t that lucky. He finally forced himself to sit up, glancing around the room, he saw it was dark out already, he must’ve slept for hours, and Eli wasn’t in his bed. The door was open though, and he could hear his voice from across the apartment, Everett figured he was talking to their mom.

He got out of bed, immediately hit with a wave of nausea and dizziness, but after waiting a moment for it to pass he left the room, making his way down the hall. The tv and lights were off in the living room, but he found Eli in the kitchen, focused intently on a picture he was coloring. Their mom was nowhere in sight, and he realized Eli had likely been talking himself through what he was doing, as he often did. He looked up when Everett walked into the room though, immediately dropping the crayon he was holding and jumping to his feet, standing on the chair.

“Ev! Y-you- you’re awake!” He said, smiling at him.

“Sure am.” He said, smiling back at him. “Where’s mom at, did she go to bed early?” He asked, and Eli shook his head.

“Sh-she left er-earlier, a- uh few hours a-ago, I-I think.” He told him, and Everett felt his stomach drop. When he looked at the clock on the stove he saw it was already past eight, he couldn’t believe Eli had been by himself that long. He instantly felt sick and guilty, and Eli could see it on his face. “Wh-what- what’s- what’s wrong?” He asked, that happy look on his face quickly shifting to concern. He always got this little frown on his face, and an almost scared look in his big blue eyes. It upset Everett just to see him like that, he didn’t need to be so worried about anything at only eight years old.

“Nothing… hey, listen, if she leaves while I’m asleep again, I want you to wake me up right away, okay?” He told him as he walked over, and Eli nodded quickly.

“Oh-okay!” He said, and giggled when Ev ruffled his hair.

“She fed you before she left, right?” He asked, and much to his dismay Eli shook his head.

“Sh-she said- she said you would when- when you w-woke up…” He told him, and Everett sighed, walking past him to find something to make.

“Alright kid, think you can clean up your stuff while I make dinner?” He asked him, searching through the cabinets and freezer for something rather low effort to make. He told himself he’d make Eli a good breakfast when he was feeling better, because he knew he didn’t have it in him to make a good dinner. Thankfully, Eli was easy to please.

He was more than happy to stand next to the stove for a while, enjoying the warmth he got from it. He wished he’d grabbed his jacket before leaving the room. He could hear Eli moving around behind him, gathering up papers and putting crayons back into the box. After a moment he felt him tug on the hem of his shirt and he looked down, holding up a brightly colored picture of a shark.

“L-look- look! This- uh this is a- a whale sh-shark!” He said, a big smile on his face. “It’s uh- it has wh-whale in the- in the name but it is a sh- a shark.”

“It looks great, Eli!” He told him, trying to sound as upbeat as he could with a sore throat and hoarse voice. “Go ahead and put it on the fridge, okay?” He told him, and Eli happily ran over to stick it to the fridge door with a magnet, among all the other doodles Everett had pinned there. He was always so proud of them, and whenever Everett brought a friend by Eli would take any chance he got to show them all his finest work. He really thought it was just adorable.

It didn’t take long for him to get food made for Eli, the kid probably couldn’t have been more happy to have a bowl of mac and cheese set in front of him, and while he ate Everett made himself some hot tea, just wanting something to soothe his throat.

“Are-aren’t you- aren’t you gonna c-come eat?” Eli asked, twisting around in his chair to look at him.

“No, I’m not hungry.” He told him. Truthfully even the smell of food was making him more and more nauseous, he worried if he tried he may vomit, and that was the last thing he needed right now. He brought his mug over to the table and sat down across from his brother, allowing himself to relax as he held the warm mug with both hands.

Eli quieted down for a moment while he ate, but eventually he started up again, telling Everett about the day he’d had at school. He excitedly told him about how he got an A on a spelling test, and he found a caterpillar at recess but he hadn’t been allowed to bring it inside, and he’d even managed to answer a question in class without stuttering once, which he was especially proud of. He seemed happy, and that made Everett happy considering Eli usually didn’t have such great days at school.

“Ev-Ev can I- Can you put a uh, a movie on for me?” He asked once he’d finished eating, getting up to put his bowl in the sink before Everett could do it. He was still so small, even for his age, he had to stand on his toes to reach without just dropping it in. Everett had to force himself to not do everything for him, even if he was little he was more than capable.

“Sure thing kid, go pick one out and I’ll set it up.” He told him, and Eli happily ran off to the living room. In the meantime Everett went to their bedroom to grab his jacket, pulling it on and zipping it up, but he was still freezing cold. He tried to ignore it though, he didn’t want to look as awful as he felt. He returned to the living room and Eli eagerly handed him the movie he picked before going to jump onto the couch. It was the same one he’d picked multiple times a week for the past month or so, but he didn’t really mind, he just put it on the tv and then went to sit down with Eli, letting him cuddle up against his side.

He tried to stay awake but now that they were settled down the exhaustion was quickly over taking him once again. He’d already slept enough, he thought he had anyway, but it was difficult for him to keep his eyes open, and he was still shivering even with Eli cuddled up against him. At least once Eli asked if he was okay, he seemed so worried, Everett just told him he was fine. Eventually, despite his best efforts, his eyes finally fell shut and he slipped into a restless, feverish sleep.

He wasn’t sure how long he slept but when he woke up the room was quiet, the movie paused, and he was lying on his side on the couch, shivering violently, to the point his muscles ached. At first he started to panic, he didn’t see Eli in his immediate sight, but when he started to sit up he saw him at the other end of the couch, trying to pull a blanket over him.

“Ev!” He said as soon as he saw he was awake, looking at him with big, worried eyes.

“Hey kid… what are you doing…?” He asked with a yawn, sitting up completely as he crossed his arms over his chest. Despite his jacket he was still freezing cold.

“You- you seemed- you seemed cold, and- and you looked up-upset while you uh while you slept, like- like you were having a bad dream…” He said, his voice shaking like he was about to cry. “So-so I got a- a blanket…”

“Oh, Eli… you don’t need to worry about me...” He assured him. He gently took the blanket from him and pulled it up over his legs, and when he did so Eli picked something up off the floor, holding his stuffed shark out to him.

“Here!”

“What? That’s your shark, you keep that.” He told him, but he shook his head, more or less pushing it into his hands.

“Ev- Ev helps me s-sleep, so, so you need him.” He said, and Everett didn’t have much of a choice but to accept it. He tucked it under one arm and pulled the blanket back, motioning for Eli to climb up onto his lap, which he quickly did, laying on his chest as Everett draped the blanket over both of them. He managed to grab the remote and he restarted the movie for Eli, holding his brother close to him as he finally began to relax. He was still cold but the blanket and weight of his brother were helping to warm him up, and he still couldn’t keep his eyes open.

He fell back asleep while still holding Eli, but this time he was much more comfortable and relaxed than before.

***

Two days passed and Everett had started to feel a lot better. He woke up to get Eli ready for school as normal, but when he shook him awake the boy whined, curling up and hugging his shark closer to his chest. This wasn’t like him, and Everett knelt down beside the bed, pressing the back of his hand against his forehead. He was burning up, and he sighed heavily, not surprised Eli caught a cold from him given how easily he got sick.

“Hey kid… how’re you feeling…?” He asked softly, and Eli shook his head, whining again in response. “Alright, I’ll call your school and get you some medicine, okay?” He told him, and he nodded.

He tried to do so quickly, and Eli gagged when he drank the cold medicine from the cup, but he didn’t cry this time so Everett knew that was a good sign. He helped prop him up with pillows and stuffed animals and he stepped away to let him rest, but Eli reached his arms out towards him, like he was trying to grab him.

“Eeev…” He whimpered, looking absolutely pitiful, teary eyed and red in the face. Everett couldn’t stand to see him so sad, and he had him move over, sitting down with him and hugging him close to his side. He sniffled as he cuddled up to him, and Everett gently ran his fingers over his arm, knowing it comforted him.

In no time he quieted down, and his breathing returned to being even as he drifted off back to sleep, hugging Everett as best he could. It would be a long few days, whenever Eli got sick he always got it bad but Everett didn’t mind having to care for him- especially after Eli’s sweet attempt to care for his older brother while he was sick. If anything he was just happy to spend time with him, giving him the attention he knew he really needed. Eventually he managed to fall back asleep himself, still holding Eli at his side.

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Felinette Month 2020 - Day 12: Reunion

The prompts on @felinettenovember are gold and everyone should check out what the others are doing for this month!

Theirs are also most likely on time, and this one is only 3 minutes away from being posted on the wrong day... but it’s still the right day for me!

Approximately 3100 words of absolute Lila salt. Her character is poorly enough written in the show that I had to make her villainy almost cartoonish to a certain degree.

Also before anyone takes my word for it at the silk part, just know I have the bare minimum of knowledge about the intricacies of fabric as I’m just a data analyst. I did however read a really interesting article earlier this year discussing the difference in modern and ancient forms of fabrics (it was specifically discussing cotton, if I remember correctly) and how industrialization of fabric production had drastically reduced both the initial quality of the fabric and the durability. Which they were using as an explanation of why it’s still possible to find cloth artifacts in archeology, whereas it’s suspected that the “same” fabric now wouldn’t have survived due to the poorer quality. So I willy-nilly applied this logic to silk weaving. If you are an expert in this stuff and want to pass along actual knowledge, I’d love to hear about it.

Marinette had found that going to university for fashion design was both easier and harder than it had been doing it during school. There were similarities with the existence of homework and specific class times to schedule around. Working at a smaller fashion house had been another beast entirely. Marinette had been offered a 5 year contract as the only pupil to the head designer, working both with the team of designers and working apart from them. Her ideas first needed to gain the approval from the head designer before she could put them through peer review with the team. She was required to have her designs be closer to a final product before she would get approval to proceed to peer review than the designs of many designers on the team had after multiple reviews. Marinette kept her head high, as her designs often went through fewer changes in the review stage as a result of this additional standard.

However with less than 10 designers doing all stages of the process, from researching ideas and sketching to actually assembling the final product and altering them for the models that would wear it, they were always busy. As a result, Marinette found herself more devoted to work outside of their standard hours, sketching variations on most outfits for potential changes she thought may be suggested while she sat at home.

At 25, Marinette found herself married to her career, with only two nights per week that she had set aside for her friends and her family and refused to budge on that time. This had left dating relatively untouched outside of some short high school relationships and a few first dates that never went further.

Alya never could understand why Marinette was so content on her own. She married Nino at 22 and had been happy in her marriage, but she was able to have her career and her relationship. Sometimes her journalism interfered but often she would just finish typing up any articles or notes she had while home and returned her attention to Nino.

Marinette often didn't disconnect from her sketchpad until late in the evening and then she simply wanted to eat, relax a little, and sleep. Dating required too much effort and time during the week and she only had so much time on the weekends, especially because of the occasional work event on a Saturday night.

This Saturday was one such event, a black tie party in a ballroom, where many designers were getting together under the pretext of a party, however most realized it was an important networking event. Designers would be discussing the styles that were in currently, some boasting about what they expected the next trend to be, and many would try to woo the various models in attendance to sign on for a certain number of shoots or shows in the upcoming seasons.

Marinette knew that she had to show her best at this, as she was entering the fifth year of her contract and would need to get her options in order. She was determined to have at least one outside offer waiting at the end of her contract, so she felt more free to decide if her current company was the best fit.

She had invited Alya over before to help her solidify her outfit by reassuring her choice in dress and accessories, as well as providing suggestions with make-up choices as requested. Marinette really needed a hype woman to get her in the right mindset for dealing with pretentious models and designers for her entire evening.

The ballroom hosting this event was as decedent as Marinette had anticipated and each designer eyed the others' appearance critically. Many of the compliments bestowed on others were backhanded, in the most subtle manner possible. The more inexperienced often missed the jabs but Marinette had expected them. Her mentor had arrived shortly before her and gestured for her to join his conversation upon seeing her entrance.

For nearly an hour, her mentor paraded her around, introducing her to each designer he personally knew and discussing with them her strengths. She was grateful for his support when he could have easily left her to flounder. The designers that had taken a liking to her brought others to meet her the moment he left her side to fetch a new drink. After dealing with their undivided attention for a while, she tried to find a polite way to excuse herself so she could breathe and let her face rest a moment.

The opportunity to slip away came when Gabriel Agreste entered, accompanied by his assistant and three others. The designers commented on his boldness to bring three young models and speculation started about which of the blond men was Gabriel's heir and if they knew the woman with them. He had brought Lila, Adrien, and Felix. She should’ve expected to see at least two of those three here. Time had allowed her to forget about their presence in this world.

Marinette murmured to the closest person that she was going to grab herself a beverage, then quietly slipped away while the designers speculated amongst themselves. She wouldn't contribute with an explanation of any person in that group, let alone bring an opportunity for her past relationships with them to come up.

She instead had snuck around, hiding amongst the various crowds filling the room to get to the hallway where the bathrooms were located. Rather than going into the bathroom, she walked around a turn in the hallway past them and stopped, leaning against the wall to take some deep breaths and think.

If Lila was here, she was definitely still employed with Gabriel and in good standing. She had cut contact with Alya and Nino after the graduation day incident so Marinette hadn't heard much about her since then. Luka didn't talk much about Juleka outside of their time together at the houseboat or in Kitty Section, but Marinette was sure he wouldn’t have let any news of her reach Marinette anyway. Mr. "High-road" Agreste was here so she would likely need to stay hidden or leave so he didn't try to be overly friendly with her. She didn't want to deal with his attempts to catch up and accusations about not staying in touch, even though he hadn't been a great friend of hers after trying to convince her to be a doormat, even if it nearly got her akumatized. Ice King Felix was a wild card. In school he had been a strange mixture of harsh and quietly supportive (primarily in dealing with Lila or Chloe). If Marinette had to deal with any of those three, he would be her preferred. He had potential to be on her side simply on the conditions that Lila still despised her and that Felix still disliked Lila or/and Adrien. Regardless, Marinette preferred if she could just make it through the night without needing to speak with any of them. Slowly she was considering going back to attempt navigating the party. Pushing herself off the wall, she took one more deep breath with her eyes shut.

And promptly fell to the floor due to the unexpected force of something ramming into her. Her head bounced off the carpeted floor and she felt like her brain was trying to restart.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t see you around the corner and ran into you. Are you alright?” The man leaned down next to her, while Marinette blinked a few times, trying to get her bearings. Then she slowly started to sit up. He spoke again, “Do you need to have your head examined? It looks like you may have bumped it and messed up your hair.”

Her hand came up and ran across the back of her head, over the hair, still blinking as her brain started running again. She turned to look at him and felt a little bit of dismay.

“Felix. I’m okay. My head is just pounding a little bit. I should really check to see what I need to do to make myself presentable again,” Marinette slowly moved towards getting up, hand reaching out to the wall. Felix took her hand and offered his other for more support. She took it without thinking, balancing herself as she stood. Then she turned her body, releasing his hands, and leaned against the wall again. “Thanks. It is Felix right?” Maybe if I play my cards right, he won’t recognize me and will think I just know from his ads.

“Yes Marinette. One and the same,” he smirked at her efforts and she groaned inside. “Did you know that you’re the hot topic in that room? Well actually you’re right behind whether Adrien or I will inherit Gabriel. As if the man is even considering retiring at this point.” Felix leaned one shoulder against the wall next to her, grinning like a cat.

“It seems that you made a splash socially, then disappeared right as Gabriel Agreste showed up. They’re speculating and Lila seems to have convinced enough of them that the two of you are friends. She’s so sure you have a surprise planned for her, even if she hasn’t figured out that you’re the same person yet. That only brought more speculation as to why you aren’t working at Gabriel. ‘Is it perhaps because she has an indecent relationship with an heir? Or is she the victim of nepotism?’ If you don’t make an appearance again soon, these rumors may live on past the evening.” His eyes had narrowed slightly as he brought up Lila and the rumors starting around her, trying to read the slightest reaction. Marinette just deflated. She had just been ready to go back before their collision and now she just wanted to curl up in a ball. With this last statement, she let out a little sound of exhaustion.

“Why did she have to be here? And how is it that even the people that are used to dealing with snakes don’t recognize her as one?” she groaned out, hands pressing her eyes. After a moment she straightened her back against the wall, breathed deeply and sighed. “Alright. We’re adults. Might as well act like it.”

“You’re going back now?” Felix stood, sounding more curious than before. Marinette had stood straight up, and was taking a step from the wall to walk back into the main hallway and looking at Felix as she replied.

“Of course I’m going to go back. I’m a professional that doesn’t lie and pretend to get places. I do the hard things and succeed--” she raised her eyebrows and smirked back at him “--Of course I need to fix my hair first, since you messed it up. Are you going to hide here longer?”

Felix faintly blushed at her expression as she told him he messed her hair up and thought about another way he could mess it up. As she slowly walked he turned to follow her. “Did you have a companion with you tonight? It’s not uncommon for designers to bring one…”

“I did not. I have been networking. Why do you ask?” Marinette slowly stepped towards the restroom door, nearly laughing at his stalling tactics.

“Would you like one when you’re finished fixing yourself up?” Marinette couldn’t believe how warm he was being with her, even with his mocking way of warning her what she was walking into. Is this really the Ice King I knew in school?

“I guess you’ll have to wait if you want to see…” Marinette pushed into the bathroom, walking up to a mirror. Luckily my hair wasn’t too extravagant and the back is just a little messed up. With a little bit of water on her fingers and some adjustments of her bobby pins, her hair looking untouched and she was exiting the bathroom.

Felix had moved to stand against the wall near the bathroom, and straightened to join her. Marinette liked the way he was acting with her now and made a split second decision that at worst, she didn’t need to keep him around if he changed his tune. She could push him back out of her life. She reached a hand out to beckon him and he offered her an arm. Their strides matched as they walked back to the party.

Whispers started in the groups closest to the door as they saw their up-and-coming sunshine designer enter on the arm of the model known for his aloofness and cold professionalism. Felix’s face slipped back into it’s icy indifference, looking harshly at specific individuals that dared to make too inappropriate of a comment in his earshot. Marinette smiled and nodded at different individuals that she hadn’t spoken enough with at length. A small squeeze to his arm and twist of her head had the pair walking towards one of Marinette’s first choices for her next employer.

Other groups had taken notice of the pair, drawing more eyes, and conversations turned to theories about their relationship. The two ignored stares and managed to strike up a pleasant conversation with a woman that could drastically improve her prospects. With the increasing curiosity of most guests, one young woman noticed and began to formulate a plan.

“Marinette! Over here! It’s me! Why didn’t you tell your best friend that you were coming?” Lila loudly exclaimed as she began prancing across the room and waving a hand wildly like a child trying to catch attention. Her dramatics went unacknowledged as Felix used his most winning smile, describing Marinette’s designs throughout their school years and then drawing attention to the dress she was currently wearing. She couldn’t help but blush that he had recognized her craftsmanship even after years apart. The woman seemed to be swept up in the warmth and friendliness he was using, as well as the atmosphere those two formed around their group. Others paid particular attention to the hand Felix had rested on her side.

Marinette had been gaining attention up to this point, however the entire party noticed the atmosphere tense as Lila appeared to trip, right as she was about to reach the designer. Felix moved behind Marinette, having her twirl in front of him to show off the patterns embroidered into her dress, and felt the liquid on his back before Lila collided with him. Felix had made note of Lila as he was gesturing to Marinette’s dress and guessed at her plan with a fair bit of accuracy. Marinette was completely dry and far enough forward to avoid being bumped by Felix when the force from Lila’s impact pushed him. The icy glare returned to his face as he turned to deal with her.

A few men from nearby moved over to help Lila, who faked a sob story about how clumsy she was, because she was just so excited to see Marinette since “our schedules have just been so busy that we haven’t gotten to see each other!” when Felix interrupted her.

“Strange that you say that. I actually remember Marinette getting a restraining order on you after graduation, when you tried to poison her food. You claimed to be allergic to shellfish and said she was trying to slip clam broth into your food. However you had the broth container in your bag, it was slipped into her food, and according to her up-to-date school medical records, she’s severely allergic to mollusks so she wouldn’t come near the container. At the time, you were supposedly diagnosed with a disorder that causes you to compulsively lie. Regardless, the courts didn’t seem to believe that a disorder like that, which was unknown to and unheard of by medical professionals, wouldn’t have been grounds to explain trying to harm her and granted the order. Do you not remember that?” Felix recited the story almost impassively, as though it was simply a reminder of what she ate for breakfast, however he gave a mock confused look with his rhetorical question. The crowd had gathered around with her fall and were well within earshot as Felix described one of the worst incidents of Marinette’s life. The pale expression she wore and the Lila’s furious expression as he described it convinced even those that would’ve been inclined to side with Lila.

With one final look of distaste, Felix turned to Marinette and reached for her hand. The onlookers were surprised at the obvious tenderness as he spoke to her, “We should get you away from here. Do you want to stay at the party and talk to some more people or would you prefer I escort you home? We can see about getting some contact information before we leave, if you’d like.”

The room was deathly silent, even Lila having the sense to wait, in case she broke the tense quiet that had formed. After a deep breath and a shaky smile directed at Felix, Marinette turned back to the woman she had been speaking with before Lila’s act and politely said, “I enjoyed our conversation and hope we have the opportunity to speak again soon. I would love to hear more about your work to more effectively create silk patterns by hand. I know you said it before but hand weaved silk really is so much nicer than the machine weaved and I’ve read that it’s much more durable. Thank you for your time this evening!”

Felix moved to her side and Marinette slipped her hand into his before stepping towards the coat room. With coat in hand, the pair swept out of the ballroom to leave behind the drama of the evening.

Suddenly the room burst into chaos and Lila was escorted to a private room to wait for Gabriel to decide how to handle this revelation. He knew he would lose the respect of his peers if he kept a young woman on staff that they all knew had tried to murder another one. The cherry on that cake would be that the would-be victim is an up-and-coming designer that nearly all were considering making an offer to. It was clear to him that Ms. Rossi would be fired. Now it’s just a matter of the other clean up that would follow. Additionally, it seemed Ms. Dupain-Cheng also had a close relationship with his son, considering the show that he was putting on since they arrived. He would have to dig into his sons’ involvements with the designer's misfortunes, as that would impact how they looked to the public. There was one other aspect that Gabriel Agreste was rather certain of, one of his son’s was smitten with a good match and if they were happily married, it would help their careers immensely.

Marinette’s night out ended with a private car pulling up to her building, a kiss placed on Felix’s cheek, and her hand slipping a piece of paper with her phone number into his jacket pocket. She was pleased to find he messaged her immediately to make sure she made it into her apartment alright.

Felix was too lovestruck to sleep that night.

#felinette month 2020 #felinette month #lila salt #felinette #miraculous ladybug

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promisesox · 4 years

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Dance Room

➢ description - practicing for comebacks is relentlessly tiring and stressful, so how do you plan to help San?

➢ pairing - san x backupdancer!femreader

➢ rated - m | 18+ | NSFW | i’m sorry

➢ genre - smut | dance studio setting | back up dancer and idol dating uni

➢ word count - 4.177k

Squeaks and light steps on the glazed wooden floor mingled with the sound of his heavy breathing. He never took his eyes off his form in the mirror, gritted teeth and steady breaths through his nose. His hair was growing out for this comeback, his black bangs in his eyes when he gave up pushing his hair back. He rid himself of his sweaty shirt hours back and donned only dark gray sweats and black sneakers, sweat glistening off his chest in the dim light of the dance room.

His body ached but that’s what fueled him on further, making sure every movement, every placement of his feet were perfect. He was the one who stayed after hours when the rest of the members were long gone to retire for the night just to prepare and perfect the moves. As much as he enjoyed performing he wanted to make sure he gave his all to the fans in his very best form.

You knew how much work he put into himself, and you loved every bit of it.

You leaned against the doorway arms folded and a smile on your face, watching San count his moves slowly and restart over and over again. You could have been standing there for an hour or only a few minutes, the concept of time seeming to escape you when San was in front of you. You loved to watch him in his element, concentration in his features and effort in every single action. Even all the sighs and yells of frustration you took it all in and refused to miss a moment.

It made sense that you watched him so intently. You were always behind him. As a back-up dancer for Ateez’s company you played your part to always back them up and watch out for what they could improve on. But San had a way to make your job difficult, a tiny little distraction that would always make you laugh and giggle. He loosened you up and unscrewed all your gears, all the way to the point to become his. Going out on secret dates, sneaking in small kisses here and there during practice, just to hold the two of you out until you would go back to your place or his. It was fun most of the time, until his group would be on promoting period and you would hardly see him at practice.

When you were able to catch him like this you made sure to watch. He was always a goofball around the members and helped out to make the practice more fun, but when he was alone no one was harder on him than himself. Your smile grew wider, a twitch in your brow as you sighed quietly. Just as he was a destresser for everyone else, you became the one to cool him down.

You entered into the dance room, cat-like steps towards the tired out male who was finally taking a break. His head turned to the side when he noticed you, just as he plopped down into the lone black chair with his bag beside it.

“You’re still here?” San asked, voice tired out and low. You watched the rise and fall of his chest, the sheen of sweat shining in the dim light making your mouth moisten.

“How could I leave you?” you questioned back, a purr in your voice as you smiled sweetly and stopped in front of him. You listened to the sound of his breaths starting to steady after he chuckled, watching his head fall back before you felt his large palm on the side of your hip.

“Come here.” He quietly commanded, hand trailing over the back of your bottom as you brought yourself closer to his body. Your hands instantly went into his hair, pushing back the soft locks with your fingers.

“You’re tired.” you spoke, listening to him hum in acknowledgement.

“I’m stressed. I need to have this choreo down by the end of the night.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and sighed. “You only learned it two days ago.”

“And I need it remembered tonight.” San responded back to you, the hand around your hip squeezing it before he let his fingers trail up to the exposed skin of your waist. His head fell to the side before his eyelids raised over his eyes, dark orbs peering up at you with a tender gaze.

“You’re so hard on yourself, baby.” You tsk. Your lips curl up into a smile, musing over an idea in your head before you released him and pushed back. “Well if you plan on practicing all night, I might as well too.”

“What choreo are you doing?” he asked as you walked over in front of him, stepping over to the speaker system and plugging up your phone.

You attached the cord to your phone before pulling up the music app and scrolling down to a song you had saved, the dance moves you had practiced for a while already flooding into your head. Your thumb tapped over the play button and music poured out through the speakers just as you glanced back with a smirk on your face. “A sexy one.”

You pushed yourself forward and strutted over to the middle of the floor, keeping well in mind that San had his eyes on you. You took a glimpse over at his form on the chair, legs leaning forward and spread deliciously wide. He had an amused smirk on his lips as he listened to the slow r&b, a female's smooth vocals filling the dance room. Your body naturally got into the rhythm, hands trailing over the back of your hips and up your waist as you got into position on the floor, a change in your eyes in the mirror.

You moved to the beat of the song, hitting every mark on time like you remembered. You lost yourself to the music with a smile on your face, glancing every so often to make sure San had his attention on you. He had that look on his face, one you were accustomed to all too well. A dark gaze and slack jaw, the corner of his lips slowly creeping up into a smirk. It meant he liked what he was seeing and his mind was brewing up some nuaghty ideas. You were usually the one to keep him check, but that was only around the guys. When it’s only you two, you don’t stand a chance against him.

Wanna show you how much, I really care about your heart

You accented every part of your body you wanted him to see, his attention like ecstasy as you put on your show. You kept your eyes on his, sultry smile on your face as you bit down on your tongue. You dropped the floor on cue, falling onto your back carefully, letting your hands trail down your chest to your lap.

Wanna show you how much, I hate being apart

You rolled onto your hands and knees and began to crawl over to him, pacing your time to the beat as you watched him lean forward, pink tongue poking out to wet his lips. The action made you smile excitedly, getting to your feet with a twirl and facing away from him before bending your body forward so your hands touched your feet.

Baby let me put my body on your body, promise not to tell nobody

Electricty flowed through you when you felt fingers rubbing over your sex. You gasped out and tried to stand up but a firm hand flat on your back kept you in place, feeling San get up behind you. Your little show was over, you knew it when you felt him jut his hips into you, a hardness pressed against your sex.

Sit back sit back it’s the pregame show, daddy you know what’s up

You flipped your hair back as you raised up, a hand in your hair lifting you all the way up as you gasped. San’s grip was tight but never rough unless he needed to be, a firm hold on your hair while giving slack to your roots. Your back pressed against his chest as you felt his lips on your neck, trailing them over the sensitive skin before kissing your sweet spot tenderly. The hand that was behind you swiftly came to the front and continued its assault between your legs. His fingers found your clit over your leggings and rubbed circles into it, your gasp followed with an airy moan.

You held onto his arms, needing something to hold onto to anchor yourself as he brought wave after wave of pleasure. You rolled your hips in time to his ministrations as if they were following the rhythm of the still playing music, until he sped up his pace quickly making you squeal out a moan. Your sex felt hot and gushy in the confines of your leggings, still very much aware of the hardness pressing against your backside. You didn’t have any other way to relieve him other than push your ass against him as you rolled your hips, earning yourself a growl in your ear as San sucked hickeys over the side of your neck.

Realization dawned on you when he didn’t stop, didn’t move on to a new area. He kept at it, rubbing your clit over your leggings and altering between fast and slow. He never let loose on your hair as he tickled your neck with his tongue and lips, ignoring your cries and whines with how wet your pants had become. You could feel it coming and it honestly surprised you that you were capable of cumming like this. You didn’t know if you wanted the release or not, afraid he would stop completely and let you suffer. You moved a leg, just slightly as you breathed his name when you were teetering on the edge.

“San...daddy...please I-”

Curses and lewd noises spilled from your mouth, eyes rolling back when you felt your release wash over you. Your legs shook with pleasure and the hand in your hair disappeared as he moved it around your body to hold you upright. Hushes were whispered in your ear, sweet pet names and if you were alright were spoken by his lips on your sensitive lobe as you shivered. You nodded your head slowly when you found your bearings, feeling his lips turn up into a smile against your skin before he kissed you.

Your body was turned around swiftly, his mouth over yours with a dominating kiss. His tongue swiped over your upper lip before he pulled back, quickly reaching down into the bag beside the chair. Your eyes lit up when you saw the glow of the golden package, watching him bring it to his mouth to rip it open with his teeth. You instantly looked back at the doorway of the dance room, the door still wide open with an almost pitch black hallway.

“San.” you started, glancing at the clear condom being pulled out. He held it out for you to take as his other hand pulled down the band of his sweats in the front. Your eyes casted downward, seeing pubic hair peeking out from the band of his underwear. You blinked your eyes back up at him, right as his hand with the condom in it grabbed your chin and pulled your forward so he could place a kiss on your lips.

“Put it on me.” he breathed against your pouty lips, glancing over to the doorway just as you did before rolling his eyes back at you. “Nobody’s coming in here, you know that.”

You swallowed the extra moisture in your mouth before taking the condom from, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as your hands reached out for him. He helped you pull his pants down as you took hold of his cock, warm and heavy against your hand. You couldn’t help but be surprised by San’s size every time you get a look at it, or when it is being put inside you. You adjusted the condom on his girth, sliding the slippery latex down his shaft until it couldn’t go no further.

“Take off your pants.” His command was low and airy and you wasted no time to follow suit. You hooked your thumbs in the sides and pulled them down, feeling the cool air hit your wet sex. You kicked off your shoes and stepped out of the fabric being left in your sports bra and socks.

His hands were on you the moment you kicked your pants to the side, lifting you up into the air as your legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He unhooked them swiftly as his hands slid underneath your things and hooked his arms in the back of your knees.

You almost squeaked when he fell back, sitting down in the chair and adjusting your cunt over his cock. He probed your entrance carefully before he was letting your body fall, watching your jaw drop as his cock slipped inside and stretched your walls wide. You squeezed his bare shoulders and let out a trembled moan, legs already beginning to shake as you felt his hands palm the back of your thighs and slide down to your ass. He had a firm grasp to lift you up and down with ease, his arms flexing underneath you as he controlled how you rode him.

“Oohh, fuuck~” you drawled, feeling his shaft grow harder and longer inside you. He created a steady pace, letting the skin of your ass and his thighs slap together. He found the beat again to the repeated song on the speakers and followed the pace, chuckling at your pleas and noises with his name. You knew San loved fucking you, loved the way you unraveled from his actions. His dark, hooded eyes gazed at all the love faces you would make, teasing your noises with his own as he would laugh with lust in his voice. He was an absolute demon with how he was able to fuck you and still keep a bit of his composure.

You caught the twitch in his brows as he sped up the pace, a smile on your face knowing your favorite part was coming up. You leaned forward and kissed him before whispering dirty nothings against his lips. He kissed you back before he let out a grunt, giving you a sharp thrust before you were back in the air only to quickly feel the cool floor against your back. He had left you empty for only a moment, pulling off the drenched condom and throwing it to the side of the chair before he was reaching in his bag for another one. San was quick to cum, but the upside was that sex was never one round with him.

He put a new condom on himself swiftly before he was back between your legs. He pushed the limps back, hands against the back of your knees as he bent them back towards your chest and showed off your flexibility. He shoved himself back in and you were moaning out, cursing as he pulled his hips back and snapped them against you. He left a hand against the back of your knees as the other planted on the floor, letting his hips do the work as he fucked you fast and without mercy.

You whimpered and cried, digging your nails into your knees as you clamped your walls around him. He was hitting that bundle of nerves all too well as your release warned to come again. You kept calling his name, voice octaves high as you thanked the gods in your head that (hopefully) no one was around to hear. You didn’t want to cum again, rather being in his arms and hearing him love you as your release would wash over you. Still, your eyes rolled back as you came, moaning curses out with each stroke he brought down into your cunt.

Your legs were shaking against your body as you listened to San’s ‘thaaaat’s it’ drawled near your ear, quite sure that he had came with you into the condom. He pulled himself out and sat back against his feet, heavy breaths of effort as he pulled the second condom off and tossed it with the other. Your sore legs had fallen over, body buzzing with pleasure as swallowed in air to catch your breath. He let your knees fall into his arms, hands holding you against your back before lifting you into the air. He hushed you gently as you whimpered, pressing kisses against your lips while assuring you he was giving you a break. Your body was still shaking but you were calming down, reciprocating his kisses as you turned your head to the side and deepened it. You moaned gently into his mouth that made him chuckle, his tongue slipping past your lips and into your moist mouth.

Kisses with San were butterflies and cotton candy. He had a sweet addicting taste, but he also loved to press his lips against yours and continuously smile and love on you. Kisses would turn into open-mouthed smiles and giggles, complete with sweet nothings and quiet ‘i love yous’. He made sure to always be sweet with you, right before he was bending you back over and fucking you like he hated you.

Your feet felt foreign on the hardwood floor, not having touched in a while. You steadied yourself against San as he walked you back, turning you around in time so your hands grabbed the railing against the mirror. Hands on your hips pulled you back, just a bit before one was tapping on the inside of your thigh to raise it up.

He guided your ankle onto the railing, making sure it was secure and not hitting against the bone. You flipped your back and adjusted your eyes to see him in the mirror, looking down at his hands as you heard the familiar ripping of a wrapper. You got a glimpse at the rest of the dance hall, nobody but you two occupying the dark space with music still playing from the speakers. You weren’t sure how many times the same song had played over, but you definitely didn’t plan to keep count as you felt warm slippery hardness against your entrance.

He pushed himself in again, a single tap against your gushy lips as warning. He settled himself at the hilt and paused, needing a moment due to the sensitivity after cumming twice. You were whimpering out a hum as he slowly pulled his hips back, hands massaging over your back before grasping onto your hips. He slid a hand up your back and to your shoulder, easing himself back in as you mewled.

You choked on a grunt as he snapped his hips back and came back in fast, not bothering to hold back your noises as he fucked you. The new position had you squelching on his cock, wall clamping tightly around his shaft. You heard him breath on an airy ‘yeeess~’, drawing out the word with a fucked out chuckle. You could hear skin slapping against skin, pussy queefing with every stroke he delivered. Your legs began to ache, the muscles inside your thighs screaming for a break but your sex was high off the pleasure. You cried out to San and tried to move your leg down off the railing careful not to hurt it. He was quick to help you down, only to push your shoulder down and have you bent over.

“Bend over for me, princess.” he commanded, a touch of the sweet pet name icing to your ears as you bent forward with your hands on the floor. All it took was one sharp stroke, a hand against your lower back to bring you back on his cock and you were falling to the floor. It was a humbling experience that you couldn’t handle a position like that, falling to your knees and crawling forward. San didn’t let you get too far, quickly going after you on the floor and holding you in place to arch your back for him. He slipped right back in and spread your legs, pounding into you with a new pace.

He hummed in approval as you whined his name, pushing your chest your to the ground and bouncing your ass back on his dick. A hard smack against your ass made you cry out as you pushed back against him, quickly feeling his hand on your back as he quickly found a new and faster pace. You cried out as you felt your walls flutter around his cock, legs trembling underneath him as he leaned over your body.

“It’s okay princess, it’s okay.” he cooed next to your ear, his hand sliding up to move your hair back. “I got you.”

You felt the other hand on your hip slip up to the front, quickly finding your clit and rubbing it in quick circles. You cried out his name as you were spilling onto the floor and his cock, your release knocking into your harder than the first few times. Your body slumped onto the ground, needing a minute to recover as you breathed heavily against the glazed floor.

You gathered your bearings with a hard swallow, turning onto your back as your body still shook with pleasure. You caught San standing above you, pulling the condom off his very much still hard cock. You instantly moved onto your knees, crawling over to his legs like a good little girl and sat back on your feet.

You leaned up just a bit and brought him into your mouth, listening to his delicious fucked out moan of your name. He was too big for you to take into your mouth all at once unless you prepared your throat for him, but you tried anyways, clenching your eyes shut and humming over his cock as you felt him slide down the back of your throat. You pulled your lips back and sucked, releasing him with a pop and coughed, feeling the ache in your throat as you quickly brought him back into your mouth. You blinked your eyes up at him and instantly shivered over, his dark gaze staring down at you intently as he bit down on his bottom lip. There was a tremble in his hands as he raked his fingers in your hair, pushing it out the way of your face. He encouraged you with airy moans and words of pleasure, watching as you flicked your tongue over the head of his cock.

You pressed him to your lips and let spit dribble down, soaking him in your saliva before letting your hands assist. You coated the rest of his cock with your hands where your mouth couldn’t reach, bobbing your head back and forth and letting your hands jerk him off. Your chest filled with pride as moaned your name, tasting the sweet, salty cream begin to spill in your mouth. You released him and opened your mouth wide, watching his hand come up and jerk himself off into your mouth, spilling his cum onto your tongue and jerking the rest onto your chest.

Salty-sweet cream ran down your chin, your tongue swiping over your bottom lip to get up the remnants. You swallowed down the cum just as lips pressed against your desperately, San’s heavy breaths mingling with yours in your mouth. You hummed into the kiss and giggled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to your feet. You steadied yourself gripping onto his arms, looking down at your sweaty body and catching a glimpse of his, smiling at his shaft hanging against his thighs.

“We both need showers.” you laughed tiredly, leaning into his body and not caring about the stickiness. He welcomed you into his arms, his warm body pressing against yours as he hummed.

“My place or yours?”

You frowned, scoffing out as you felt your eyelids grow tired. “Mine. I would hate to wash cum off of us in a shower shared by your other members.”

“You’re right. Because I plan on fucking you in the shower either way.”

Your mouth dropped open as you pulled back, only able to stare at him in amused disgust, too tired to smack him against his chest. His body shook as he laughed throwing his head back, his hand bringing yours back against his chest.

You pushed against him once more, holding your finger up. “Just one thing.”

“Hm?” San hummed, rolling his head forward and staring at the finger pointed in his face.

You glared your eyes at him, pointing at his lips as you quietly warned, “Don’t tell anyone what happened in this dance room.”

He chuckled, his pink tongue poking out and taking a lick of the tip of your finger. “No promises.”

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Confessions Spock x Reader

Prompt from @write-it-motherfuckers blog.

Person A: “I have something to tell you.”

Person B: “Oooh~ Are you about to profess your undying love for me?”

Person A: “Yes, I am.”

Person B: “…..What?”

Look, I read this prompt and my brain said SPOCK. So here we are.

Summary: You are a geophysicist onboard the Enterprise. You and Spock develop a friendship that turns into something more, but Vulcans are bad at expressing emotions. And let’s be honest, humans are worse.

Warnings: None, I don’t think, if I should have one for this please let me know!

Implied Jim/Leonard.

Word Count: 2,831 (Sorry, not sorry)

You had been spending extra time in the labs, trying to get all of the data from the previous away mission cataloged. You rolled your shoulders as you finished your final entry for the night. You signed the bottom of the report and turned off your PADD. You had not left your post, staying through both shifts. You knew that would bite you tomorrow when you woke for Alpha. But you wanted this done, so you could take a moment to breathe. At least until the next away mission and you would restart the data cataloging again.

Your focus of study had been geophysics, the geology of other planets had fascinated you. But aboard the Enterprise you found yourself working in multiple disciplines at the same time. You would never complain, it gave you the chance to explore the other disciplines. You had always loved science, and journeying into space was everything you had dreamt of. Being assigned to the Enterprise had been a shock. You had not expected to ever be on a ship of such importance, but here you were.

You rubbed your eyes as you stood up, you definitely were going to regret this in the morning. You wearily made your way to the exit, running face first into a blue clad chest.

“Lieutenant Y/L/N?” A voice questioned, you turned your head upward, meeting eyes with Commander Spock.

“Commander.” You said, taking a step back.

His eyes scaled your figure, no doubt taking in your disgruntled appearance. “What are you doing here, you are not scheduled during this time.”

“I was finishing up the cataloging of the….” You started, interrupted by a yawn.

He tapped on his PADD. “You have tomorrow off. Catch up your rest. I do not want to see you anywhere near this lab for a full day. Am I understood?”

Your eyes grew wide, but you knew better than picking a fight with Commander Spock, especially when exhausted. “Yes, sir.”

“I will accompany you to your quarters, you are in no state to go on your own.” He said, turning on his heel and leading you out of the lab. Again, you resisted the urge to fight him, and followed him wordlessly.

As you made your way down the hall you felt eyes on you, passing crew members glanced in your direction as you made your way to your quarters. You shifted uncomfortably as you felt the eyes boring into your shoulders. You glanced at Spock, he seemed oblivious to the attention. Maybe you looked rougher than you thought. You stopped in front of your quarters.

“This is me.” You said, Spock stopping beside the door.

He nodded. “Remember. Get your rest, no lab work tomorrow.”

You sighed as an answer, typing into the pad on your door. Nodding at Spock.

“And….” He hesitated. You looked up at him, an eyebrow raised. “Sweet dreams.” He said brusquely, turning quickly on his heel back in the direction of the lab. You fell into your bed, thinking perhaps it was odd that your Commanding Officer had walked you to your quarters, but who cared, you just wanted to sleep.

You woke up the next morning and glanced at your clock, you shot up. You were late, too late, glancing down at your still uniformed body you guessed that it would have to do. Several reprimands flew through your brain, your near perfect report was going to be butchered today. You rushed to your door before the computer started speaking.

“Lieutenant Y/L/N, Commander Spock would like you to be reminded that you are not to come to the lab today.”

“Thank you, Computer.” You mumbled, rubbing the remaining sleep from your eyes. In all honesty you thought that exchange between you and the Commander had been a dream. You wandered over to your replicator and plugged in the sequence for your favorite morning drink once your mug was full you wandered to the couch and grabbed your personal PADD flipping through articles and news from the universe. You continued reading, your drink grew cold as you found yourself caught up in your reading. A knock sounded at your door.

“Commander Spock, Lieutenant Y/L/N.” The computer stated.

You jumped up from your couch and rushed to the door. You pushed it open, narrowly missing the Commander. “Commander.” You greeted.

“Lieutenant.” He said stiffly.

“What brings you here?” You asked cheerily.

“I wanted to see how you were after a night of recovering.” He stated, taking a breath. “I also noticed you had not left your room and wanted to see if you would accompany me to the mess for dinner?”

You could swear that the Vulcan’s skin deepened at his cheeks. You glanced at the clock, realizing you had been reading for hours, without eating. “I would love to.” You answered, remembering that you had not brushed your hair or changed uniforms. “Give me a moment?” You asked, he nodded, you stepped aside to let him into your quarters, missing the curious eyes staring at your door. He sat on your couch as you raced into your room to make yourself mildly presentable. You changed into a more casual version of your science blues and ran a quick brush through your hair. That’ll have to do. You thought to yourself.

You exited your room to see Spock still seated at your couch, looking at the photos you had on your side table. “You and your family appear quite close.” He stated.

“Yeah, they were excited to see me join Starfleet, but I still miss them.” You said wistfully, “Are you ready?” You asked.

He nodded and stood up from your couch. You glanced at him, realizing how tall he was compared to your height, noticing his shoulders and shape, you shook your head slightly. Not your Commanding Officer. You chided yourself. You lead him out of your room and toward the mess hall.

You both walked in comfortable silence to the mess hall. You started noticing people pointing in your direction in the halls. You glanced at Spock, seemingly unaware of the attention you were drawing. You decided to take his approach and kept your eyes forward. Once you reached the mess hall you noticed it was filled with crew members.

“I hope you don’t mind, but we’ll be joining Doctor McCoy and the Captain.” Commander Spock stated as you both joined the serving lines.

“I don’t mind.” You stuttered out, not only were you eating with your Commanding Officer, but also the head of medical and the Captain. This is fine.

Your trays were filled and Spock turned toward a table with the aforementioned duo. The Captain turned your way and waved you both over, with a huge smile on his face. “Spock, Lieutenant.” He greeted.

“Captain, Doctor.” You said stopping before taking a seat. Commander Spock took the seat next to the Captain, leaving the seat between himself and the doctor open for you. He pointedly looked at the seat and yourself, and you sat. The table remained silent for a moment.

“Spock tells me you are quite the dedicated researcher.” The Captain said, breaking the silence.

“It’s nothing, Captain.” You said, blushing. Bringing your eyes up to Commander Spock’s, a hint of something flashing in his eyes.

“Jim, Y/N, just call me Jim.” The Captain said, his blue eyes shimmering with mischief.

“Jesus.” The doctor muttered under his breath.

“And him you can call Bones.” The Captain, Jim, said gesturing to the doctor with his thumb.

The doctor rolled his eyes and extended a hand to you, “Leonard.” He said as you shook his hand.

“So, what’s new in the lab?” Jim asked, Spock.

“Lieutenant Y/L/N has been cataloguing the data from the last away mission. They have been working on a cross disciplinary research of the planets we have visited to create a more in-depth database for our findings.” Spock said, nodding to you.

“That’s impressive.” Jim said, Leonard giving a non-committal grunt over his dinner.

“It is.” Commander Spock stated firmly. The two other men glanced at each other, smirks on their faces.

You continued in the conversation, the three men telling stories. Well, Leonard and Jim spinning tales and Commander Spock integrating the reality and truth to their stories. You found yourself laughing at their antics and feeling comfortable being a part of their dynamic. The night wore on and Leonard and Jim left, leaving you and Commander Spock alone at the table, discussing your research and recent studies released on planets and space travel.

A yawn took over your conversation and Commander Spock rose from the table. “I think it’s time to retire, Lieutenant.” You nodded joining him on the walk back to your quarters.

You stopped outside your door, “Thank you, Commander.” You stated.

“Spock,” He murmured. “You can call me Spock. And you are welcome.”

“Thank you, Spock.” You restated.

“I will see you in the morning.” He said, nodding to you and turning away. You watched his back for a moment before entering your quarters.

You took a quick shower and settled into your bed, wondering how all of that had just happened.

The next morning you woke for Alpha shift and went to the labs to continue your cataloging. Spock was there, working in a separate part of the lab. He glanced up and gave a small wave before turning back to his work. You smiled to yourself and set to work.

The next few weeks you fell into a pattern. Work, then lunch with Spock, occasionally Jim or Leonard would join. Back to work, dinner with Spock, then he would walk you to your quarters. You found yourself enjoying the company of the Vulcan. It was refreshing to have someone to talk to who did not grow tired of your constant speaking of new findings and research.

The weeks grew into months and the ship had come to terms with the fact that if they saw Spock, there was a ninety percent chance you would be with him and vice versa. It would have been a blatant lie if you stated that you had one friendly feelings for Spock. Which shocked most of your friends, who you had been neglecting in favor of him. They were curious, and defensive of you. More often than not you found yourself defending Spock. Regardless of your feelings, they found it difficult to believe the Vulcan had a caring nature. They were used to seeing his logical and cool demeanor. As their criticisms continued you found yourself distancing from them and keeping even more company with Spock than you had previously.

The two of you fell into a comfortable friendship. You are shocked to find the Vulcan was adept at teasing. Which spurred you both often into a battle of wits, his approach more logical and calculated, yours completely on the fly. Often at dinners with Leonard and Jim you both would wage war upon the other unsuspecting men. Leonard would roll his eyes when you would start to tease, and Jim would eagerly join in. Jim’s direct target would always be Spock, causing you to counter his teasing by going after him. Spock occasionally joining in to back you up. Vulcan humor may have been drier than human humor, but you never failed to laugh.

A full year passed and you and Spock had continued to be friends and continue your daily meals together. Your feelings toward him had grown, but you never found it in yourself to tell him. In a way you felt like you were taking advantage of his kindness towards you, and the fear of losing his friendship was too great to ignore.

You found yourself lost in thought at dinner and were drawn out of your haze by Spock’s voice.

“Y/N?” Your eyes shot to his, seeing the concern in them.

“Spock? Sorry, what were you saying?” You asked.

“I was asking if you would like to come to my quarters for a game of chess?” He asked, a wary look still in his eyes.

“Sure, I’d love that.” You said, nodding. You had never been invited to his quarter before, you had played many a game of chess, but that was always in common areas.

He nodded and began gathering your trays and glasses to take to the wash area. You tried to take them from him but he stopped you, “I have it.”

You had grown used to Spock being attentive to your needs, but you felt guilty each time he did something for you. Especially when you felt your heart race at his general existence. Your cheeks grew warm as you stood up to follow him out of the mess. He lead the way to his quarters and opened the door, gesturing you inside.

You glanced around the quarters, it was homier than you had expected. A warmth radiated from being in his quarters that made your heart flutter. A game of chess was set up in the middle of the living area.

Spock lead you over to it and sat across from you. You sat and began the game. You had never won a game against Spock, you always gave him a fight, but ultimately he always won. Today, something was off though. His counterattacks were not as well thought out as they usually were, actually his whole strategy was not as well thought out as usual. You found yourself winning and looked at Spock shocked.

A tiny smile was on the Vulcan’s face, “Nice work.”

“I don’t think that was a fair battle. You seem distracted.” You said, moving so you were next to him.

“I have something to tell you.” He said, looking into your eyes, folding his hands into his lap.

You felt worry grow in the pit of your stomach, heavy moments weren’t your forte, so you responded in probably the worst way you could think of. Letting a devious grin split your face you said, “Oooh…Are you about to profess your undying love for me?”

Spock’s eyebrows raised slightly, “Yes, I am.”

You felt the grin fall from your face and your eyes grow wide. This could not be happening, no way. “…..What?”

“I love you, Y/N.” He stated, “I understand if you do not feel the same way. Perhaps I misread your signals. I apologize if that is the case.” He continued to speak and you broke through his monologue.

“Spock, I love you too.” This caused the Vulcan to freeze in his rambling and he looked into your eyes. “I have for a while now.”

A small smile came across his lips. He reached out and placed his hand on your cheek. “May I kiss you?” He asked tentatively.

You smiled at him and nodded, he leaned forward pressing his lips lightly to yours. He pulled away, too soon for your liking, and stared into your eyes. “I love you.” He restated.

You smiled, “I got that part.” You leaned in for another kiss, this one tender and lasting a bit longer than the last.

The next day you met for lunch, Jim and Leonard sat at a table with two empty chairs. You and Spock joined their table. You sat across from Spock, flanked by Jim and Leonard. You could sense mischief in the air, but chose to ignore it. You all comfortably made small talk through lunch, that is until Jim wrapped an arm around the back of your chair.

“So, Y/N,” He said, you could see Leonard roll his eyes and start muttering to an Earth deity. “What do you say, we grab a drink next shore leave?”

You looked up at Spock, one of his eyebrows raised, wondering how you were going to handle this. “I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.” You answered.

A smile split Jim’s face and he removed his arm from your chair and smacked Spock on the shoulder. “You finally did it!” Green tinted your significant other’s ears.

Spock made eye contact with you as Jim started to talk his ear off about relationships and love. You giggled as his expression grew more and more pained. You knew you could save him from Jim, but as much as you loved him, you also loved seeing him flustered at Jim’s antics. Jim started going on about wedding colors and you thought Spock was going to combust on the spot.

“Idiot.” Leonard grumbled.

“Yeah, but he’s your idiot.” You answered.

A slight flush grew across Leonard’s face. “And that one’s yours.” He retorted, stuffing his face with the sandwich in front of him.

You smiled at Spock as he continued to listen to Jim’s ramblings. He smiled back and you could feel a warmth surround you. Regardless of the ever-changing nature of the universe around you, you knew one thing for certain. You loved Spock, and he loved you.

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Wanda and the life she deserved (she’ll make sure of it) Chapter 9

Summary: This chapter is about Monica and why she wants to help Wanda so much. It also follows the post credit scene of episode 7 and a little of the finale.

Previous part: chapter 1, chapter 2 , chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11, epilogue

Chapter 9: Rambeau

Ever since her talk with Wanda, Monica was even more determined to help the woman. She had had her own painful experience after finding out her mother had lived two more years, only for her cancer to come back. It had taken her multiple days to really accept that she could have had more time with her, had the blip not happened. Also, adjusting to a universe that was five years ahead of her had been a challenge. Everything was different, not only culturally or technologically, but even in spots she had thought untouchable. Her favorite shop her and her mom used to go to escape the everyday stress of life was now gone. The owners were blipped, they had come back to find an empty lot that once contained their whole life. Monica, not one to dwell too much, decided that it would be better to move. Her apartment only served as a reminder that her mother truly was gone. Maria had probably wandered the same walls trying to convince herself that her daughter would come back only to succumb without finding out she was right all along. So, she had changed town, one closer to S.W.O.R.D. headquarters, that way, she could concentrate on more assignments. She had tried going to therapy, the world had offered counseling for those who came back. Monica had found it unfortunate that no one seemed to consider that some needed more than just talking out their feelings. As much as she understood why they limited their service to this, the entire world was grieving after all, she just wished there were more options.

She had instead focused on getting herself back together and forming a new world for herself. She had tried socializing, but every conversation eventually ended up talking about lost opportunities and the grief people or their loved one had endured. She bought books of the latest invention and discovery, trying to understand the world who moved on without her. She had eventually settled her finances with the bank, her position at S.W.O.R.D. gave her priority over the everyday citizens. She was part of the lucky ones, her mother’s hope had kept her from claiming her life insurance, which made things a lot easier since she didn’t have to restart her life with a debt. While she wasn’t at peace with what happened to her mother, she decided to come back to her work. She couldn’t take the days alone, being assaulted by advertisements about fake opportunities offered by scam artists looking to make quick money on the web.

So, after three weeks of trying to adjust in a grieving world, she was back at S.W.O.R.D. headquarters. She was then assigned to the Westview anomaly which opened a whole new world of weird. Being mind controlled by Wanda had been one of the strangest things she had ever experienced. She was expected to hate her once she had been pulled out; but she couldn’t bring herself to. The avenger wasn’t doing this out of hate, but out of grief. She had felt her pain, one that was so similar to her own. The whole experience only made her more certain of her future: she had to help Wanda Maximoff.

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That’s why even after being clearly shown that Wanda didn’t want her help, she decided to stick around. Agnes was definitely suspicious; she knew Wanda was grieving and seemed to want to keep it that way. Luckily, Wanda’s brother had intervened. That was another thing, who was he? He wasn’t on the resident board and he definitely wasn’t the real Pietro; she had seen the footage of Ultron. They didn’t even look similar. Yet Wanda seemed determined to keep him at her side and he seemed convinced that they truly were twins. She felt for the man, the mind control of the town definitely wasn’t a pleasant experience.

There were whispers of newcomers on the base the same day she, Jimmy and Darcy had been kicked out. She didn’t have time to learn much, but Hayward didn’t like them. Then again, he didn’t like most people that wasn’t directly on his team or that obeyed him without questions. Still, their arrival had ruffled some feathers, the identification process was made even more of a priority. She guessed that they were part of the many agencies that dealt with insurance and were trying to prepare for the storm of paperwork coming after the Hex would be brought down. As far as she knew, the counseling offered only covered the effect of the blip, not the after effect of being mind controlled by a grieving avenger.

After being pushed away, Monica wasn’t sure where to go. She walked around aimlessly; last time she was in town it was the 70s. Now, the advertisements were different, and everyone were dressed in the 2010s. She had to admit how impressive it was that Wanda was able to rewrite reality like that. She saw Herb, or John Collins, according to the citizen chart. He was watering his backyard and taking care of his garden, something he’d been a fan of even when she was part of the town. She didn’t see many other of the ‘main cast’, but she did see a few couples. Still no children, like Vision had pointed out on the last episode she saw on the base. The Halloween one didn’t count since she missed most of it trying to hide on her own base. After about half an hour, she decided that Wanda had probably calmed down. She had to talk to her again, she had begun to form a connection, she knew she could make Wanda see reason. She walked over to her house, but soon realized that nobody was there. Instead of going after her, she decided to investigate Agnes’ house. She looked through the windows, but not much was happening. The TV was on, but no one was watching it. She went in the back, perhaps she could find clues there. After watching through the windows and still not finding anything, she spotted a cellar.

She walked over and examined the door before opening it. She found what looked like vines that escalated the walls. She could see them glowing a deep purple, probably had something to do with her newfound powers. They seemed to give her the ability to see energy field that surrounded her. She was about to step inside when she felt a sudden gush of air.

“Snoopers gonna snoop,” came a voice next to her.

She gasped as she took in the person. It was the man who was cast at Pietro, only, he seemed off. Like he was doing something he didn’t want to. Before she could ask him anything, he grabbed her arm and the back of her neck. In a blur, they were in the house. Nausea suddenly hit, she grabbed onto a nearby table to stabilize herself.

“Give it a few minutes, it’ll pass,” reassured the man. “Happens with everyone.”

“W-who are you?” She asked once her head had stopped spinning.

“I’m Pietro, I thought you knew that?” She stared at him; something was strange about him. He seemed so kind, why would he help Agnes?

“That’s not what I mean,” she started. “It might be hard, but the mind control usually let you access a few memories of your true identity. You just need to concentrate.”

The man looked at her with a confused look. Seeing that she wasn’t getting anywhere, she tried running out of the room, but he stopped her only a few steps away from the window. He put a hand in front of him, with one finger, she was catapulted back onto the couch. The force of the impact knocked the breath out of her.

The man looked at Monica, “I’m sorry, I can’t let you out of here. T-the witch, whatever she is, she has my nephews. I have to keep you here or they get hurt.”

She smiled at his comment, relieved he wasn’t just another villain. “You truly care about them, don’t you?”

The man turned to look outside the empty street before answering, “of course, they’re family.”

“You truly can’t remember?” Monica looked at Pietro, who once again looked confused at her questions. “Nothing here is real, Wanda is giving everyone fake identity, giving them roles to fill. You’re no different.”

“What? Of course not, Wanda’s not like that.”

“Please, think about your life before Westview. Pietro Maximoff died; how can you be here if you were killed?”

“I-I,” He stammered. His confusion was a good sign, he was starting to wake up. He looked at her once again. “Look, I know my sister, she wouldn’t-“

Suddenly, his necklace glowed a scarlet red and his eyes glazed over. He looked disoriented for a second before shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t let you out, my family’s lives are on the line.”

Monica didn’t react to what he said, she was all too focused on the necklace. What was it? It seemed to be controlling him, but what could the jewelry piece do that the Hex couldn’t?

She reached for it but stopped as the man backed off. Realizing how rude she was being, she cleared her throat, “may I?” Hesitantly, the man nodded yes. As she was about to touch it, it glowed red and sent a burning sensation through her hand. She gasped and put her hand in a fist, “I’m sorry, I can’t remove it. Do you remember when you got it?”

He seemed lost in thoughts for a moment before shaking his head, “I’ve just always had it.”

Monica had more questions but screams in the street made them both turn towards the window. Agnes was somehow floating in the air, holding both of the boys with a magical rope. She saw Pietro disappear, only to reappear a second later.

“I can’t get out, there’s a sort of barrier keeping me from leaving.”

She quickly got down the stairs, she was surprised he let her go, considering that his nephews’ life was on the line. She supposed the real threat compared to possible one was a good enough reason. She opened the front door, only to come crashing into a purple barrier. She put her hands on it, it felt strange, it was like... an energy field. She knew she could get rid of it, but she didn’t know how.

“So,” said Pietro, appearing beside her, “how to we get out? Considering we can’t even see the barrier.”

She pushed against it once again, the magic bending to the force but not letting them pass. “I can see it, but I don’t know how to break it.”

They both contemplated their options, but they couldn’t think of many. That is, until Pietro spoke up. “What... what if you synced your powers with the frequency of the barrier?” His eyes seemed slightly foggy, like he was remembering something from long ago. “You keep your hands there, and you concentrate as much as you can. You can match the strength, and slowly increase it until it becomes too much, and it breaks.”

She did as he told her, feeling her way through. Her fingers began to slightly vibrate, increasingly speeding up as her fingertips began to glow blue. After a few seconds, the barrier shattered, and they were free to go. She turned to the man, both surprised and excited that it had worked. “How did you know that would work?”

The man shrugged, “I think I did it once... on glass? Not sure but I definitely remember using this technique.”

She nodded and they ran to Wanda, Agnes, and the twins. The final battle was ready to begin.

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Notes: So, we are close to the end! I promise that we will be back to Wanda's point of view after this one, I simply thought more context on Monica couldn't hurt. Also, she doesn't remove the necklace, I figured that if someone had to remove it, in the context of my story at least, it has to be Wanda. Props to those who understood the days of future past reference! Thanks for reading, reviews are appreciated!

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