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thecheesiestcheese · 3 years

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Hey everyone! I know I haven’t posted on here in forever, but I was going through some old notes of mine on my phone and came across this old piece of work that never found the light of day. Figured I’d let you all give it a read. I tried to fix any grammar mistakes, but there’s probably still a few. I also have a second chapter that’s pretty much done as well, just sitting there collecting dust. Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you all think!

Bella Bonding Survival 101

This was not going to end well.

Beca just knew it.

Every time the Bellas do team bonding, something always goes wrong. For example, during their first year together, the girls decided to have their first official bonding session at the city park close to Barden.

Chloe and Aubrey were setting up everything they brought for a picnic later on, while Jessica and Ashley found a place beside a tree, cuddling with a book in each of their hands. Beca could be found sitting down with her back against a tree, headphones on and eyes closed, not having anything to do, since she wasn’t allowed to bring her laptop along, due to a certain redhead’s insistence of needing to enjoy nature and maybe Aubrey’s threat of ‘pitch’ing the laptop far, far away. Amy, Stacie, and Cynthia Rose were down a little ways walking along the side of the city pond, Amy seeming to take an interest in mocking the geese nearby. Lilly was nowhere to be seen, although Beca swore she saw her in a tree earlier shooting acorns at squirrels.

A few minutes go by when Beca feels a presence beside her. After quickly debating whether or not to acknowledge who was there, the brunette decides to open her eyes just in case its the she-demon herself there to take away her music as well. Luckily enough, she is greeted by a smiling Chloe looking down at her. Not even needing to know what the redhead was wanting, Beca pats the ground beside her offering an invitation. Chloe’s smile grows even wider, making her nose crinkle and plops down beside the small brunette immediately grabbing one of Beca’s earphones for herself. Being use to Chloe and her rule for no boundaries, Beca let’s her. As they sit there, the small brunette starts to zone out only to practically jump into the air due to a loud scream, followed by shouting.

Gathering her bearings, Beca looks down to the pond to see something out of a circus and couldn’t help but to laugh. It seemed that the geese that Amy was mocking had finally had enough and was chasing the trio around the pond.

Stacie could be seen throwing one of her shoes, completely missing the target while Cynthia Rose and Amy made their way around the pond, all the while Amy could be heard shouting, “Vertical running! I’m vertical running!”

The rest of the girls laughed as they watched the chaos happen in front of them. They all stopped though, when they noticed the three Bellas heading their way with the geese right behind them.

Eyes widening, Beca scrambles to her feet, helping Chloe up, joining the rest of the Bellas and making a run for it.

That day ended with them soaking wet and smelling like wet dog.

Another time for team bonding was when the Bellas were preparing for the World Championships.

Granted, it was technically Beca’s own fault for not paying attention to where she was going. In her defense, she was too heated to take in her surroundings.

That day ended with Beca in a bear trap.

Don’t get her wrong, team bonding is fun and she loves the Bellas, but Beca is starting to see a pattern and she’s growing weary of it.

That’s why when the idea of skydiving as a team bonding exercise was introduced by none other than Aubrey, Beca immediately shot it down.

“No. Absolutely not,” the small brunette shakes her head, not wanting to hear another word.

“Aww, but Beca, imagine the bonding time we could have,” Chloe pouts throwing her best puppy-dog eyes at the brunette. “Most of us haven’t seen each other in months and I think this would be a perfect way to catch up, especially while on tour!” The redhead exclaims while also taking Beca’s hand in her own, squeezing it.

Looking between Chloe and the rest of the girls, she’s met with pouts from all sides. “Fine.” She mutters. She’s quickly engulfed in a hug by Chloe making her blush then someone in the distance yells ‘Group hug!’ making all the Bellas rush in, crushing Beca further into her best friend.

Once the hugging fest was over, the girls decided to grab dinner at a small French Bistro they saw a few days ago while they were out shopping, getting a break from the USO tour. They all get back to their hotel in one piece, the girls splitting up.

Amy, Emily, and Flo head over to the bar, Amy already calling for shots all around. Jessica and Ashley head over to claim a table big enough for the gang. Lilly and Cynthia Rose started a game of pool, Lilly looking like she won the jackpot. And Chloe disappears once she sees Chicago, saying that he could get them free access to skydiving. Beca frowns slightly as she watches Chloe run into Chicago’s arms. An arm is draped around her shoulder pulling her focus away from the scene playing out in front of her.

“Keep frowning and your face will be stuck like that,” Stacie smirks.

Shrugging the taller brunette’s arm off her shoulder, Beca glares, crossing her arms. “Thanks,” she deadpans her face still impassive.

“I think it’s been permanent since freshman year,” Aubrey remarks making her way over and hands over a drink to each of the brunettes.

“Do I even want to know what’s in this?” the small brunette asks cringing catching a strong whiff of alcohol.

The tall blonde just smirks. “You looked like you needed it.”

Beca rolls her eyes. “Shouldn’t you guys be over at the bar or something?” motioning her hand towards the bar where Amy was giving Emily shot after shot of god knows what. She should probably stop them, but Stacie grabs her arm and starts pulling her over to Jessica and Ashley, Aubrey following closely behind.

“You need to relax. Let loose a little of that pent up frustration.” Stacie’s voice is muffled while drinking whatever concoction Aubrey gave her. Setting her glass down, a sly smile appears on the leggy brunette’s face, her eyes glinting with something Beca couldn’t quite figure out, but had a feeling it wasn’t going to be anything good. “Maybe we need to find you a tall blonde, I’m sure we could find someone here.”

“Dude! No!”

“I’m not sleeping with Beca!”

The loud commotion could be heard throughout the whole bar, catching the attention of many onlookers, including the girls at the bar. Emily could be seen spitting mid drink, eyes wide, Flo patting her back as she makes some comment related to Guatemala.

Amy quickly makes her way over. “Aww yeah, Shawshank! If I hear moaning of ‘auu-beca’ tonight,” pointedly looking at the tall blonde, “I’ll be taking twenty dollars to go out. I don’t know how you could pass up a good bloe though.” She comments while setting down a tray of shots that the girls were going to down, sooner rather than later.

Both of the girls groan, Beca’s face growing red, Aubrey’s showing disgust. “I would have to be completely inebriated before I even thought about sleeping with the hobbit.” Aubrey takes a long drink grimacing as the alcohol burned down her throat.

Beca raised her hand in the air, her head facedown on the table. “Likewise.”

Stacie rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t implying that you two should get together.” Groans could be heard. “But now that you mention it, I’m thinking I should have.” The tall brunette smirks. “Don’t worry Aubs, I know you’re more interested in taller brunettes.” She winks making Aubrey blush.

“Wait, what are y-?” Amy gets cut off.

“Nothing! She’s implying nothing.” The blonde stresses looking anywhere, but the Bellas.

Actually feeling bad for Aubrey, which never in a million years did she think she would ever feel anything other than anger towards the former Bellas captain until they spent time together outside of a cappella learning that they actually had more in common then they thought, Beca drags the focus back on her.

“So,” she clears her throat, “If not Aubrey, then who were you suggesting?” The shorter brunette shifts nervously in her seat averting her eyes every time she made contact with Stacie, having an inkling that she already knew who she was referring to. Stacie was grinning like the cat who caught the canary.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me...”she drags the wait out knowing she was making the brunette squirm, “..little maus.”

Beca covers her face with her hands too embarrassed to look at the girls. “Don’t remind me.” Knowing they most likely won’t believe her, Beca still tries to convince them. “She was just intimidating. She’s freakishly tall and we all know I’m small.” She shrugs looking indifferent when really inside she was anything but that.

“Alright shortie, you keep saying that, but we really know what you mean.” Amy winks. Beca just groans. She��s definitely not getting out of this one.

“Now wait you guys!” Emily blurts out. “I mean she was intimidating. Who wouldn’t be!” She exclaims loudly waving her hands around in the air. “I mean, she did call Beca a troll,” she drawls, “but tiny maus is a term of endearment soo...” Emily trails off. “Yeah, I’ve got nothing.” She slightly shrugs giving Beca a look of apology.

“Just face it Beca, you were interested in Kommissar, I’m pretty sure we all were.” Stacie claims, the other Bellas nodding along even Amy. “I don’t blame you. Besides, I think the German goddess was interested right back. In fact, I’m kind of surprised she didn’t try anything now that I think about it,” Stacie mentions, a curious look upon her face.

Someone coughs. “Oh, I know exactly why she didn’t.” The girls all face Cynthia Rose who looks like she knew one of the top secrets in the world.

Even Beca becomes curious as she gets closer to the edge of her seat. “Well?” Beca starts to grow impatient.

Cynthia Rose locks eyes with the tiny brunette. “Let’s just say a fiery fox seemed to have their claws in someone, not letting them out of their sight.” Smirking, she continues. “If that wasn’t the case, Kommissar would’ve ate you up...if you know what I mean.” C.R. winks.

At that moment Chloe seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Hey guys!” She beams. “So Chicago said we could do tomorrow afternoon if that worked for everybody.” Chloe is only met with silence. “What’s up?”

She looks around the group, eyes finally landing on Beca who seemed to be showing all signs of embarrassment. “Uh, what’s going on? What’d you guys do to our poor little DJ?” She coos taking the empty seat by Beca. The redhead wraps the brunette in her arms in a hug. “What’s got you all embarrassed?” She asks sneaking a quick sip of the brunette’s drink.

Beca remains silent.

“Oh, Shawshank has just realized that Kommissar was interested in her. She would’ve ate her up, if you know what I mean.” Amy says repeating the last part that C.R. said.

Beca could feel Chloe’s arms around her tighten.

“What?!What do you mean?” The redhead demands, eyes narrowed with a hint of agitation in her voice. “That dummkopf is the enemy! She just wanted to get into your head.” Chloe fumes.

Beca refuses to make eye contact. She could feel Chloe’s stare burning a hole in the side of her head.

“Well, it worked,” Beca mutters.

“You’ve got that right little shortie!” Amy and Stacie hi-five.

“She had you all kinds of flustered.” Stacie fans her face jokingly. “But who can blame you? It’s hard to resist tall intimidating blondes. Stacie comments winking at Aubrey.

Aubrey rolls her eyes. “Can we just move on from this conversation?”

Chloe immediately jumps in. “Yes! I think we need to forget about the past and talk about the present.” The redhead nods her head seeming to need to reassure herself. Beca finally looks up, making eye contact with Chloe beside her. Chloe sends her a smile, her face still holding a slight look of irritation. Beca sends a small smile back receiving a tiny squeeze from Chloe’s hand. They’re both interrupted from their staring contest by the girls laughing.

“Damn Em! I never thought I’d hear you say that!” Cynthia Rose laughs clapping the younger brunette’s back.

“Oh look, Bloe has decided to grace us with their presence again,” Amy announces. The rest of the Bellas were still laughing at whatever Emily said. “Hey, aca-child, wanna tell our two captains what you said?” Amy nudges Emily with her arm. Emily’s face turns bright red, but what she says next she can’t stop. Later, she’d tell them that it was because of the alcohol.

It’d already be too late.

“If we can’t find a tall blonde, other than Aubrey.” The blonde sends her a grateful look. “Then I think we could find a tall brunette who maybe or maybe not also has an interest in music and is here. As in the hotel....right now...Over at the bar.” Emily points her finger, the others follow with their eyes.

“O-M-ACA-G! Emily! She’s just as bad as that blonde giant!” Chloe shouts standing up and grabbing the attention of the Bellas and even the group of girls at the bar. Beca shrinks down into her chair, gulping down what was left of her drink.

“Hey Red!” Amy holds her hands up in slight fear, “Take it easy! We’re just stating the obvious.” The blonde looks over at Beca. “I mean, you did say that she smelt like vanilla and complimented her outfit, right?” The rest of the Bellas hold their breath, torn between what Beca’s reaction would be, but also fearing for her life or Amy’s.

“What the hell Beca?!” could be heard throughout the room.

Beca just groans.

She’s actually starting to wish that she was skydiving right now.

Instead she sinks further into her seat, face burning.

Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

#bechloe #chloe beale #beca mitchell #pitch perfect #bechloe fanfic

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plutoisaplanet16 · 4 years

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21 Reasons to Love Someone

(Damien Haas x reader)

#1. Their Smile

Word count: 1,644

Warnings: none (SFW)

Buy me a coffee

Two words: Defy Media.

At first excitement coursed Damien’s being as he thought about the prospect of having a job where he could sit around and play games all day. However, it did not take him long to feel the same way everybody else in the office did. You knew the pressure took a toll on him when the first thing he did after work was sleep. Damien’s personality shined through on camera, but being the entertaining ball of sunshine for so many videos each day overwhelmed him. When he came home he would say a mindless “hello y/n” and perhaps jokingly say “hello my baby geese” to Freyja and Zelda, but after that he would close the door to the bedroom and plop down on the bed. Sometimes he wouldn’t even bother to take his shoes off. Usually you would just leave him alone for a couple hours until you finished making dinner or the postmate had arrived.

“How was work?” you would ask as you handed him his meal.

He would always tell you, “It was good, but I won’t go into detail. Too much happened today; I’ll probably miss something if I try to tell you.”

Damien would always laugh it off and pretend like it was nothing, but you knew better than to buy into his nightly act. After nearly a year and half of dating, you knew what Damien did when something bothered him. Comedy was his coping mechanism, but after the bright laughter ceased, his face fell into a blank expression: the sparkle in his eyes dulled, his normally rosy complexion seemingly drained in an instant, and lastly, silence filled the room. It was quite frankly the most bizarre phenomenon to behold. All you wanted to do was grab his soft face and kiss his forehead to try and convince him that everything would work out, but this wasn’t a fanfiction or a cheesy romantic comedy. People are more complicated than that.

So that’s how you ended up awake at 3:17 a.m. scouring the internet for Harry Potter house robe cat costumes. Your dry eyes and blurry vision did not deter you from finding that one Esty shop that would grant you wish. Was each costume going to be $45 plus shipping? Yes. But did that stop you? No. This was a mission of love, and for Damien, you would go any distance to see that adorable goober genuinely smile.You were just about to place the order when Damien’s arm pulled you closer into his chest as he looked over your shoulder. Without thinking, you stupidly threw your phone across the room. Luckily it landed in a soft, plushy chair in the corner of the room.

“Y/n, what was that about?” Damien shook his head.

You struggled to find an answer, “Um...uh...”

“Do I even want to know?” he chuckled, “As long as it’s not Tinder I don’t care enough to lose any more sleep.”

“I would never cheat on you!” you exclaimed.

He sleepily mumbled, “I know. I’m too sexy.”

You laughed to yourself as you left the bed to go retrieve your hopefully-not-cracked-phone. You quickly placed the order and crawled back into bed. It was rare that Damien ever complimented himself like that. It reminded you of the Damien you knew before Defy... the Damien who ruffled his hair and smoldered at the camera for a selfie. It was so nice to hear Damien still have his moments of confidence. It gave you hope that your plan would actually work.

5:15 pm. It was almost time.

You had just finished making dinner, and you rushed to set the table neatly. To be honest, what you made shouldn’t even really be considered dinner because it was more or less a buffet of different movie food such as: M&Ms, twizzlers, chips and homemade dip, tiny sandwiches, and of course popcorn. You arranged them into a deliciously looking spread in the finest plastic bowls the dollar store had to offer. (Neither one of you would really want to do dishes anyway.) Once it looked perfect you turned towards the living room to hunt down Freyja and Zelda. You had the costumes neatly folded on the top of the grey, cloth couch. Luckily Freyja was napping on the cushion below them; you petted her gently and unfolded her Ravenclaw house robes. She yawned and stretched right as you were about to wake her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she sniffed the robe. Freyja backed away and her big, glossy eyes moved back and forth between you and the costume.

“It’s for Daddy, okay? Work with me here, please Freyja.”

She meowed back like she understood, and from then on she was compliant. Next, you had to hunt down Zelda. It honestly amazed you how well that chonky cat could hide. You called out her name for what felt like forever until you yelled that Damien would be home soon. A small meow came from underneath the couch.

“Just what am I to you guys?”

Zelda came out and before she even knew what was happening, you squeezed her into her Hufflepuff robes, “Finally.”

Everything was almost perfect; the last thing you had to do was put on your own house robes and get all eight Harry Potter movies out of storage. Sure you would never be able to finish them all in one night, but both of you would give it a valiant attempt. Digging the movies out of the bin would prove to be a challenge because both of you were giant nerds that for some reason decided to just throw all your nerdiness into several boxes and NOT label them. In the fourth of six boxes is where you found the first three movies, and the rest were at the bottom of the fifth box. You decided that after all this was over you and Damien were sure to be doing some serious decluttering for the next week or so. Meanwhile, you had to go light some spooky looking candles, somehow avoid going ahead and digging into the scrumptious food, and put the first DVD in the console.

As the first movie finally loaded, Damien unlocked the door and walked in, “It smells like a theatre in here. What happ-”

He stopped dead in his tracks when saw you with the Sorting Hat on your head and your Harry Potter robes. His face was full of wonder and confusion as he took a couple seconds to slowly look around and examine his surroundings. He giggled at the spooky yet romantic lighting as well as Hedwig’s Theme rattling the walls of the apartment. You hoped you two wouldn’t get noise complaints...again. Damien walked closer towards you, but soon Freyja and Zelda ambushed him by rubbing themselves up against his legs.

He looked down in disbelief, “Freyja...Zelda? Y/n?”

“I’m glad you know all our names,” you teased.

“What is all this? Their costumes? The candles? The food? Harry Potter?” he sat down on the floor next to you.

“Listen Damien, I know something has been up with you these past couple of weeks. I know you love Smosh and your job, and it doesn’t make sense to me why you would be hiding how you really feel from me,” you said.

“Y/n,” he sighed, “It’s complicated, okay? Half the time I don’t even know what’s going through my head when it comes to talking about my day. You are right. I love my job, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. However, I’m having a tough time right now. There are a lot of videos we film in one day, and for someone like me it can easily become too much. The biggest issue is our parent company itself never listening to us; it is so frustrating. I don’t like spreading that kind of negativity so I shove it away, but it seems it has still affected you. It’s hard for me to talk about, and honestly, I just want to figure it out on my own. I don't want to bring you down with me.”

You were kind of hurt that he didn’t feel comfortable telling you everything but you had to respect him, “It’s okay Damien. I won’t push you, but please let me in on some things. I hate sitting here watching you be miserable not being able do a single thing about it. I want to help you, and that’s why I did all this. Sometimes you walk in here, and it’s like I don’t even know who I am looking at. I believe you will find your footing at Smosh, and everyone will soon adore you. I know it didn’t take me long to fall in love with you.”

Damien blushed, “Oh really?”

He smiled. He actually smiled. It was a complete 100% authentic goofy Damien smile that spread from ear to ear. He felt happiness deep down inside because of you, and that is all you could ever ask for. Being the ooey-gooey romantic person you are, you threw yourself onto him and gave him a big kiss on the forehead. No, that kiss wouldn’t really fix much, but it made both of your hearts melt. When you pulled away you looked at his face again; he was still smiling, but it wasn’t the same as it was a moment ago. Instead of bright and bubbly, it was a small adoring grin. His eyes bore into yours, and it was like everything else around you two disappeared.

“Y/n?” he asked.

You answered, “Yes?”

He pulled you into his chest and tightly wrapped his arms around you. His soft heartbeat became like white nose to you, “How come you fell in love with me so fast?”

You pulled away from him and kissed his lips, “How could I not with that smile of yours?”

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Hello! This is my first Smosh fanfiction I have ever wrote. I’m not new to the fanfiction writing world. I’ve had two wattpad accounts and even wrote on a BTS fan app for a while. I dropped this hobby of mine to focus on my senior year of high school. Recently though I have come back to writing due to being stuck in the house and my school year being pretty much over. I decided to start this prompt series because I was bored and itching to write something again. I hope you all have enjoyed this short imagine. It is part one of a twenty-one part prompt list that I have made up myself.

This specific list will, for now, only include past and present Smosh members, but if you would like to see any of these prompts for other fictional characters or real people please let me know in my inbox! I have no requests, and I would certainly love some. Thank you all for reading this!

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jj-lives · 5 years

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Inktober - Frail (bmblb)

Been busy the last 2 days and this one was harder to write than I thought it would be. STILL BEHIND. also FYI if y’all haven’t rear my other Inktober stuff this is all one story, just chapters are out of order due to the prompt days.

----------- If the change had been gradual Yang might not have questioned it as strongly. Had it happened over time she might think it a natural development in their relationship. If Blake hadn’t gone from affectionate to distant in a matter of days Yang probably wouldn’t have found herself nervously standing outside Blake’s apartment. She’d been pacing the hallway for more than ten minutes trying to decide if she should knock and confront Blake on her change of attitude, or if she should just ignore it, go home, and hope Blake was back to normal in a few more days.

In a few days; that wouldn’t work.

In a few days time Blake would not be here. She would be miles away, in Menagerie, visiting her parents for spring break. If she didn’t confront Blake now, it would have to wait over a week. By then, who knows where they would stand. If Blake was second guessing their relationship Yang wanted to at least have a chance to comfort her concerns before she was too far away for her to reach.

Gathering her courage she finally knocked on the door. It wasn’t long before it swung open and a petite red-head came into view.

“Yeah?” Her voice was shrill and grated on Yang’s eardrums.

“Is Blake home?”

“Who’s asking?”

“Me,” she answered, getting fed up. “Now is she here or not?”

“Jenna, who is it?” Blake’s familiar voice carried from the other side of the door.

“Some girl asking for you.” Jenna looked her up and down. “She won’t give her name. It’s kinda creepy. Should I shut the door on her?”

Blake came into view over Jenna’s shoulder.

"Yang? What are you doing here?" She stepped in front of her roommate. With one more glance at Yang, Jenna returned to the interior of the apartment.

"Can't a girl come see her girlfriend before she leaves for a week?" Yang teased, smile returning in Blake's comforting presence.

"Of course she can," she returned the smile. "I just thought we said our goodbyes already."

"That was two days ago. You didn't think I wouldn't come by for a proper goodbye, did you?" Trepidation returned as Yang's fears were confirmed. Blake would have left without saying goodbye if Yang hadn't shown up at her door. "Can we talk?"

"Oh!" She sounded surprised. "If you'd like." She glanced over her shoulder debating if the apartment was safe with Jenna home.

"We can go for a walk." Yang suggested. "I know you're probably busy packing so I won't take up much of your time."

Blake nodded, grabbed her keys and led Yang out of the building. She automatically turned right, continuing on down the street as if in habit, heading towards the park. They walked quietly side by side. The silence lasted until they found an empty bench in the park overlooking the pond. The ducks and geese that recently returned from the south swam circles around each other.

Yang wished she could read Blake's mind. What she wouldn't give to know what was going on in there. The longer the silence prevailed the more distraught Yang became. Knowing this couldn't continue Yang decided to be the one to break the uneasy quiet between them.

"Is everything okay?"

"Of course. Why do you ask?" Surprise evident in her voice.

"You've been quiet, is all."

"I was waiting for you to speak." Blake's words turned prickly. "You asked to talk. I assumed you had something on your mind and I was just letting you gather your thoughts."

"No, not today. Well… yeah today. But also yesterday and the day before. It's been longer than a week." Yang failed to explain.

"I don't understand."

"I just…" she started second guessing herself. It was becoming apparent Blake didn't see any change in their relationship. Maybe Yang was just panicking because this was the longest and farthest Blake would be away from her since they started dating. "No, I couldn't have imagined-"

"Yang, you aren't making any sense."

She took a moment to catch her thoughts; something she should have done on their way to the park like Blake had assumed.

"We used to talk all day, everyday. We used to make sure if we couldn't see each other one day we would at least find the time to call." Her eyes implored Blake to understand. She didn't know how much longer her words would last. She'd never been good at portraying her emotions through words, but no actions could properly portray what was going on in her head. "Then… it just seemed to abruptly change. A week ago you just started taking longer to answer my texts, you didn't seem to mind us not seeing each other every day. Nor did you mind when we hardly spoke at all yesterday or that the two days before you'll be gone for a week we never spent anytime just being together. Yesterday we didn't even have a phone conversation."

"Yan-"

"And it's been completely obvious that distance doesn't bother you. Maybe you haven't seen it like I have. Maybe it doesn't matter to you like it matters to me, but finding out you weren't even going to say goodbye to me before leaving…" Yang tore her eyes away as she choked on the words. She despised weakness. She hated feeling inadequate, but that's what this situation made her feel. "It hurt to realize you could walk away so easily from me."

"That's completely untrue."

"Is it?" Her voice rose, more angry with the tears gathering behind her eyes than with Blake.

"You're mad."

"I'm upset. I want to know what changed. I want to know what's going on in your head." Yang looked away, defeated. "Maybe that's just never going to happen."

The quiet pervaded and Yang tried to focus on the leaves stirring in the spring breeze or the far off screams and laughter of small children. Anything to distract her from the agonizing stiffness developing between them.

"I'm sorry."

After two days of not laying eyes on her, now Yang couldn't bring herself to look at Blake. What was she sorry for? For distancing herself? For how it made her feel? Or was she sorry because she didn't feel the same way? Maybe Blake just didn't miss her the way she missed Blake. Was that such a horrible thing? It wasn't the first time Yang developed stronger feelings for someone. It was just the first time she thought she wouldn't have to worry about that.

"For what?" Yang finally spat, not able to stand the unknown anymore.

"For not being what you need. I understand I can be a lot and if it's getting to be too much…" It was Blake's turn to avert her eyes, becoming overly fixated on a single daffodil swaying in the grass at her feet. "I'd understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

"Why would you say that?" Yang started to panic. This was the last thing she wanted to come from their talk. "I never said I wanted to break up."

"You don't?"

"No! But now I'm starting to think you do." Yang stood and stepped away from the bench, giving her the distance she was in need of.

"I don't-"

"Then why suggest it?" Yang accused further. "Why say it if it's not what you want?"

The splashes from the pond drew her eye. The waterfowl quacked and spread their wings at one another before dipping below the water's surface. Their tail feathers turned skyward.

She felt Blake's presence as she joined her.

"Yang, look at me please." Blake's voice was soft. Yang wasn't surprised when she obeyed. There was no way she would deny Blake anything, even if it hurt to do it. "I'm so sorry if I made you feel like you weren't important to me. That is the last thing I would want." She gripped Yang's hand tightly with both of hers, as if she though Yang might pull away. It scared her to a point she wasn't sure she wanted to hear Blake's next words. "I have noticed. I've pulled away the past week. You're right."

Blake's mouth hung and her bottom lip started trembling. She tried two or three times to continue but couldnt seem to form the correct words. Yang tightened her own hold, wrapping her fingers more securely around Blake's smaller ones. The act seemed to strengthen Blake's resolve.

"I pulled back, not to cause you pain, but to make myself stronger."

"What do you mean?" Yang asked. "Do I make you feel weak or-"

"No!" She exclaimed. "The opposite really."

"Then…" Yang tried to make sense of Blake's words but failed. "I really don't understand."

"I… I've been relying on you lately. So I thought if I maybe put some space, just a l-" Frustrated she tried to pull away but Yang held her tight. Something told her Blake needed this connection as much as she did. "I am stronger with you, Yang. I'm more confident and more at ease whenever you're around. I sit in my room and I wait for your texts or calls and each time my phone rings or buzzes my heart skips a beat. Each time I lay eyes on you I get these…" she laughed and it was such an unexpected change in her behaviour that it jolted Yang. "It's so cliche to talk about butterflies in your stomach. It could ruin a perfectly good book for me and maybe that's because I'd never felt it before. Maybe I thought it wasn't real. But that's the easiest way to describe the feeling I get whenever you're around."

"Isn't that a good thing. Aren't those good feelings?"

"They are. But by relying on you to make me happy, or to make me feel strong or…Because I'm not as happy without you it just felt, logically to me, like I was becoming weak. I've always been independent, Yang. I've always been on my own and relied on no one but myself."

"I know." Yang smiled softly, well aware of the loneliness of Blake's past. "But you don't have to do any of this on your own anymore. If you just let me in."

"It's hard. Yang, I want to be able to fix this -to fix me- but it's easier for me to withdraw into myself. It's a habit, or self preservation or something. I don't know. It hurt to distance myself from you and I was prepared for that. But I never thought of how it would affect you and for that I'm so sorry. I can't promise I won't fall back to it again but I can promise I'll try to do better moving forward."

"That's all I can ask. I just didn't know if I'd done something wrong or if you were having second thoughts about us."

"You have been amazing and the last thing I want to do is to lose you."

"You won't." Yang leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to Blake's waiting lips. "I'm going to miss you this week."

"I'll miss you too." Blake responded, connecting their lips for longer. When they pulled back both were wide grins.

"Let's head back." Interlocking their fingers Yang guided them out of the park. "You still need to pack and to get a good rest. You have to be up early tomorrow."

"Always looking out for me."

"Always." Yang responded resolutely.

When they arrived at her apartment Blake reached to unlock the door but Yang invaded her space, pressing her up against the door. She leaned in but hesitated just before their lips met. Blake growled at her teasing and tilted her head to make up the distance. What started off as sweet pecks in between shared smiles soon turned more intense. Remembering this would be the last time she'd see Blake for a week had her pressing forward to reduce the space between them. Blake moaned into her mouth as their bodies pressed closer.

The noise sobered Yang. She realized this was not the time nor the place to get into that. She left one last lingering kiss on Blake's lips before she stepped back. The sight of Blake with her eyes half closed and mouth parted, as if expecting Yang's lips to return any moment did something to Yang. Internally she struggled, relying on her confidence to strengthen her resolve.

"Give Rosco a hug for me okay? I miss the little guy."

"You'll miss me too, right?"

“More than a little. But not as much as Rosco.”

“I see where I stand in this relationship.”

Blake was still laughing as the door closed behind her. Yang glanced once more at the closed door before turning to retreat.

The only thing going through her mind was just how much she would miss Blake. And the thought of how easily she was falling for her wouldn’t leave her alone. It wouldn’t be long before she found herself head-over-heels in love with the girl., but unlike with previous relationships she found herself running towards the feeling rather than from it.

#bumbleby #my writing #inktober #day 8 #Frail #I'm only 7 days behind... oof.

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yourholidaymom · 4 years

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Your Holiday Mom: Mama Fran

Dear One, I’m happy to be with you. This isn’t the time I expected to write to you but that’s all right; time together is a blessing even under these conditions.

We’re making the best of it right now. Both E and I are classified as non-essential workers—as if anyone is non-essential! – so we must work from home. It’s so hard to focus on the things I can write and prepare for students when I won’t see them for weeks at least. I learned how to make a video from my PowerPoint—you’d likely laugh at how technologically challenged I am! Given that I just learned to FaceTime B at college, the fact that I am learning to have meetings on Skype is even more funny. (And why we can’t just cancel the meetings….) But I sit at the dining room table (staring at the buds on the lilac bush) and talk about Michelangelo’s paintings just like I would do if this were a normal Tuesday. Sometimes it’s just easier to talk about beautiful things from the distant past. I wish we could talk about art together—I like how you see things so deeply. You always make my view fuller and more interesting.

B is home from college too and I am happy to have them home, even while I wish they were off doing things for themselves. They will have to do some studying now that spring break is over and schooling starts up online; we can share the dining room table. M is having the worst time of it—he needs his friends and his structure. Middle school may be tough but at least there’s a lot of activity to keep things going for him. One nice thing is that he schedules daily practice time on his bass—I get a concert every day! As he’s getting better, he’s getting more adventurous too. Lately, he’ll just pluck a little rhythm and experiment with it. I love that! Obviously, he misses playing with the orchestra but we listen to his parts and applaud his “solos”!

As you know, M has been asking more and more to cook dinner with me over the last year so we’ve been expanding our lessons during the social distancing period. We made his first loaves of bread last week—so good even though they were simple white bread. He’s not ready for anything more complicated. And because baking is an activity we can use to spend time, we’ve also made some of the chocolate chip cookies which I know are your favorites! Triple chocolate with chips, chunks and a bit of cocoa. So over the top! I like that M is interested in cooking (like me); B was never interested and perhaps regrets that they cannot do much more than boil water and turn on the microwave. I don’t think we have to be great chefs but it’s good to know how to do some things for yourself.

One thing that hasn’t changed is the arrival of spring. Right now, there are big fat snowflakes drifting lazily by my window and landing on the daffodils coming up in our front yard. Winter having a last hurrah and spring still getting up and active. We’ve been doing a lot of walking outside—bundle up but it’s nice in the sun. I think you would have loved our last walk in the park and gardens. The Canadian geese were harassing a couple sitting on a bench; I suspect they must have had their own food and weren’t sharing with their feathered friends. I can’t wait for more flowers to be up. I check every day for the little blue grape hyacinths that line our walk. They always make things more cheery.

We know that things are so weird and unsettled in the world but you always make us smile. I know that we will weather the worst of this and spring will come. It just will take time. Just like the flowers that are blooming where they’re planted, I love seeing you bloom. So proud of the person you are and the life you’re living into.

Wishing you the best of Springs, Mama Fran

Your Holiday Mom: Mama Fran was originally published on Your Holiday Mom

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thedefinitionofbts · 7 years

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Our First and Last (Ch. 6)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 |

Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Soulmate Au, Scifi

Words: 3K

You were walking out of your fourth session with Dr. Kim, overall feeling the same as always, but one thing had really sparked your interest this time around.

This had been one of the most eventful sessions you’ve ever had, and it had nothing to do with the session itself. For one, Dr. Park had randomly burst into the room and you found out Dr. Kim likes to call him “Jiminie”. Two, it was the first time you ever saw Dr. Park, the guy who supposedly runs the clinic with Dr. Kim, and three, he happened to mention a new patient that sounded awfully like the famous researcher Hoseok showed you the other day.

You quietly close the door to Dr. Kim’s office as you leave, feeling the curiosity and hoard of thoughts and questions making their way into your head.

MD-PhD neurosurgeon named Dr. Jeon…. Could it be?

Overwhelmed by the thought of it and unable to contain the growing need to share this new information with someone, you quickly pull your phone out of your pocket and message the one person you thought of.

You: hobi, you won’t BELIEVE what just happened at the clinic

J-Hobi: some guy ran out naked and puked all over the floor????

You: what? NO! how is that the first thing you think of?

J-Hobi: LOL jk jk so what happened?

You: so that famous neuroscientist/surgeon guy might be the new patient at the clinic i go to. heard one of the psychologists mention a dr. jeon today

J-Hobi: dr. jeon jungkook? no way. there are plenty of doctors named jeon, it could just be a coincidence.

You: sure there could be lots of jeons, but how many md-phd neurosurgeons named dr. jeon! think about it man.

J-Hobi: …..i mean, yeah that’s a good point…..but he can’t possibly be struggling with depression, can he?

You: idk who knows….

“Good Morning Dr. Jeon” Jimin cheerfully greets Jungkook for the first time, despite seeing the obvious look of annoyance plastered over the neurosurgeon’s face. It wasn’t exactly what the psychologist had looked forward to upon opening the door, but he knew Jungkook had agreed to enter the clinic against his own will.

He had at least hoped an MD-PhD neurosurgeon would be more professional when it came to psychological therapy, but apparently even that was too much to ask.

“Do you have any specific goals for your treatment?” Jimin asks, after going through the list of basic questions in which Jungkook had half-heartedly replied with either one-worded answers to or just straight up bs-ed.

“Cut the crap. You know I’m only doing this for Yoongi” Jungkook finally says, after having enough of what he deemed as a “complete waste of his time”. He looks at the pink haired psychologist, eyeing his motions and scoffing every time he would pick up his pen to jot down notes.

“Right” Jimin sighs and nods his head, thinking this is going to be exponentially harder than he had anticipated.

There’s a knock on the door, and Jimin almost lets out a sigh of relief, knowing that, at least for a brief moment, Jungkook’s judgmental glare would stop shooting arrows at his soul.

“Come in” Jimin says, as he looks at the door, praying that it was Taehyung on the other side.

He feels another rush of relief as he sees the golden skinned psychologist peak his head in.

“Oh, is this not a good time?” Taehyung says when he sees Jungkook sitting across from Jimin, legs crossed and hands inside his pockets.

“Ummm” Jimin wants to say no, this is perfect timing, but obviously that wasn’t an option because of the clinic’s policy.

“It’s fine. I’m done here anyways.” Jungkook says, standing up, grabbing his trench coat, and walking out of the room. After he closes the door to Jimin’s office, Taehyung turns back to Jimin, with a questioning look spread across his face.

“Was that…?”

Jimin nods and covers his face with his hands.

“Applications are due soon!” Hoseok shouts as he runs into the library toward the table you were sitting at, with all your textbooks and notes spread out in a messy array as if a tornado had just swept through the area.

“Shhh, Hobi, people are studying” You whisper sharply, while looking around to see if people are disturbed by the noise, luckily everyone is too busy cramming. Hoseok gives you an apologetic look and sits down in the chair next to you.

“Have you applied yet?” Hoseok asks.

You nod. “Yeah, I turned my application in yesterday” You answer, thinking about how long it took for you to write a descent cover letter and brush up your resume.

“Have you?” You turn to Hoseok, whose lips have formed a wide smile.

“Nope” He says.

“What?! You didn’t apply?” Now it’s his turn to remind you to be quieter in the library. “But you’re the one who was so into his research, and now you’re not applying?”

“Yeah, so I thought about it for the past couple of weeks and realized I’m more drawn to the thought of caring for patients, so I’m just going to apply for medical school instead.” Hoseok explains.

“Well, I’m mean, you could do the whole MD-PhD program.”

“Are you kidding? Medical school is hard enough as it is, do you want me to die?!”

You laugh at his over the top response.

“Just be glad I’m dropping out of the game so your chances have gone up” Hoseok says grinning slyly.

“But were you really much of a competition to begin with?” You joke, earning you a playful punch in the arm by Hoseok.

“Well, anyways, I’m going to leave you to your studying. Keep that GPA up now,” He reminds you as he walks out of the library.

You had been reading for a little over three hours before the words on the page of your textbook start to fade out of focus, like your brain was refusing to absorb any more information. You look out the large glass windows of the library for a few minutes and see that it was a nice sunny afternoon. Some students had even opted to study outside, which looks really appealing right about now. You didn’t want to carry all your stuff outside, so you decide to just take a brief walk around campus and come back to study some more later.

You walk across the courtyard of the library and continue along the path that extends to the duck pond where students liked to go to feed their expired bread to the different species of birds around there. It was late afternoon, and despite the dense arbors of the trees that lined the path, the warm hues of the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mosaic shadows on the sidewalk. The sky was clear, so blue it looked like a painting and there was a gentle breeze that was barely strong enough to lift strands of your hair.

When you reach the duck pond, you notice that there aren’t as many students as there normally are, most likely due to the infamous finals week that signaled pending doom for most students who liked to procrastinate and cram a semester’s worth of knowledge into one week or even one night. There was, however, a girl, sitting on a bend at the edge of the pond, reading a book, and some older couples feeding the ducks.

You walk around the pond, watching the geese wobble around the grass and two swans, swimming elegantly on the surface of the dark water; one was porcelain white and the other was a deep cool-toned black. You were just about to turn your head to look at another part of the pond, when you stumble on an uneven part of the sidewalk. Losing your footing, you almost fall flat on your face, but someone catches you just in time.

“Careful there, are you ok?” You hear a familiar deep voice ask, as the man catches you before you hit the ground.

“Oh Sorry” You apologize while looking up and seeing the familiar handsome face of Dr. Kim Taehyung, your primary psychologist, staring down at you in surprise.

“Y/N?”

“Dr. Kim? Wha-What are you doing here?”

Your astonished expression must’ve seemed way too over the top, because Dr. Kim just laughs. This was the first time you had bumped into him outside the clinic, which also entailed the first time seeing him in normal clothes and without glasses. He was wearing a pale salmon colored button up that was tucked into his black slacks, and his cologne with vanilla hints was extra noticeable in contrast to the faint musky smell of the great outdoors.

“I’m waiting for Jimin” He says, before realizing he’s just casually addressed Dr. Park by his first name. He feels slightly awkward, but decides since it’s not working hours that there’s no need to be so formal.

“I see.”

“This is your university right?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah, I’m taking a study break.”

He nods.

“So do you guys meet up here often?” You ask, wondering why they chose to come here of all places.

Taehyung chuckles and looks down at his feet for a moment. “We come here on this day every year.” He says. “It was where we first met, back when we were students here.”

“Oh, this is your alma mater?” You ask, surprised to find out this new piece of information.

He nods again.

“Taehyung!”

You hear someone call Dr. Kim’s name from behind him, and soon you see the pale pink hair of the petite psychologist pop up from behind as he jumps on Taehyung’s back, unaware that you were standing in front of him.

“Oh, Y/N, I didn’t see you there” Jimin says when he spots you. He quickly hops off of Taehyung, and puts his hands in his pockets, composing himself again.

“Hi, uh, Dr. Park” You say, nervously waving at him.

“Ehhh, feel free to call me Jimin. We’re not in the clinic, and we don’t have a patient-doctor relationship anyways.” Jimin says, giving you a smile.

You notice Taehyung give Jimin a wide-eyed look, perhaps warning him that they still have to be somewhat professional, but Jimin shrugs it off.

“So Y/N, has Taehyung told you about this place yet?”

“Yeah, he was sort of explaining that”

“I told her about us meeting here and attending university” Taehyung cuts in, probably before Jimin could blurt out too much.

“I mean, it wasn’t our first, first meeting-“

“Jimin!” Taehyung cuts him off.

Jimin looks at Taehyung giving him a nervous, apologetic smile. He always wore his heart on his sleeve, and was never good at keeping secrets or being confidential for that matter.

“Anyways, we’re going to see a movie later, if you want to come” Jimin says, trying to change the topic after noticing Taehyung’s change in expression.

“Uh thanks, but I have to get back to studying. You guys have a nice day!” You say hurriedly, as you wave and begin walking back to the library. You didn’t want to barge in on anymore of their privacy or take up more of their time.

After you had distanced yourself from the pair, you turn back to see if Jimin and Taehyung are still there. You faintly see their figures in the distance, walking side-by-side and holding hands. Although you can’t physically see it from where you are, you can perfectly imagine the boxy smile on Taehyung’s face and Jimin’s eyes that were probably forming half moons by now as they enjoy their little date of sorts.

They always seemed like a couple with an interesting story, and you were glad they decided to share a small piece of it with you today.

“Jungkook-ah, I’ve looked through all the applications for you, but you’re ultimately going to have to be the one to decide which of these recent graduates you want to accept into your lab.” Yoongi says, as he walks into Jungkook’s office. The latter was busy writing up another project proposal for funding his latest research. There were a pile of papers stacked on his desk, and an old cup of coffee that had gone cold ages ago.

“How many did you narrow it down to?” Jungkook asks, slowly spinning around in his seat and turning his attention to the med student, who happens to be his close friend from college and doing clinical rotations at the hospital he works at.

“There were a total of 520 applications, and I managed to narrow it down to 27” Yoongi explains. “I mean, I could cut it down more, but I thought you might want to take a look at these yourself.”

Jungkook nods. “Very well” He signals for Yoongi to place the pile of applications in the empty clearing on his desk.

“How’s the proposal coming along?”

“Good.”

Yoongi nods, his lips forming a line as he fights the urge to ask about Jungkook’s visits to the psychology clinic, knowing that the neurosurgeon despises talking about it.

“Thank you, Yoongi” Jungkook suddenly says, surprising the humble assistant. “You’ve saved me a lot of time filtering through all those applications. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Yoongi feels a brush of warmth spread through his chest. It wasn’t everyday that Jungkook would express his gratitude so openly, but whenever he did, it always felt extra special.

“Hey man, no prob” Yoongi says as he pats Jungkook on the shoulder and walks out, leaving the genius to go back to work.

“Hobi, you won’t believe what just happened” You say as you walk into the coffee shop where Hoseok has his head buried in his Organic Chemistry II textbook. He looked like a mess. The dark circles around his eyes was something you weren’t used to seeing on a daily basis, but being the biochemistry major he is, looking like a panda around finals week was the norm.

“Patient Dr. Jeon is MD-PhD Dr. Jeon?” Hoseok lifts his head, eyelids droopy but opening fully as he sees you walking toward the table by the window he was sitting at. There’s a faint coffee stain on his white t-shirt and what looks to be a drool mark on the side of his mouth running down his chin.

“Well I still don’t know about that, but this is even better”

Hoseok raises an eyebrow, not knowing what kind of exciting news you were about to break to him.

“I got accepted!” You shout as you pull out the letter that came in the mail that day.

“Whhhaaaaa!!!!” Hoseok’s face immediately lights up, and it was like his dark circles just disappeared. “This calls for a celebration!” Hoseok says all giddily, forgetting about the test that’ll determine if he can even graduate in a couple of days.

“Ok, but lets do it after our final tomorrow” You laugh.

“Dr. Jeon, are you feeling ok?” Jimin asks as he stares at the neurosurgeon sitting in front of him who has gone silent, mind spacing out, and looking detached. This was the first time Jungkook had walked into the clinic without a faint trace of hostility in his eyes and a standoffish attitude, and it concerned Jimin because such a sudden change in a patient’s demeanor meant something had probably happened. And at this moment, Jimin didn’t have a clue what it was.

“I’m fine, probably just tired” Jungkook says, voice sounding airy and loosing the firmness it used to have.

Jimin was not convinced. For one, Jungkook was always tired, and that never put a stop to his sharp words or glaring eyes. And two, the detached look in his eyes was something Jimin had never seen in any of their sessions, no matter what mood Jungkook happened to be in that day.

“Did you perform another long surgery?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook just shakes his head.

“Any new developments at the lab?” He continues to prod.

Jungkook shakes his head again.

“How have your… dreams… been recently?” Jimin asks, desperate to get something more than just a headshake from the troubled neurosurgeon.

“I stopped having them,” Jungkook says, finally bringing his eyes to meet Jimin’s.

The pink haired psychologist looks at Jungkook with surprised expression. Although he’s been working at the clinic for years, Jungkook had been one of his most challenging patients, if not THE most challenging, not only because of his guarded personality and self absorbed attitude, but also because his case was nothing like anything Jimin had dealt with before.

“They stopped at the one where I was sitting under a large oak tree, listening to a child tell a story.” Jungkook continues to explain, face still void of any emotion.

“Were you able to see the child?”

“No.”

There was a moment of silence where neither man spoke, and the only sound that could be heard in the office was the scratch of Jimin’s pen on paper.

“I can, however, feel that it’s the same person”

Jimin stops writing, and slowly lifts his head to look at Jungkook who is clearly still deep in thought.

“I just don’t understand why he or she seems to be aging backwards”

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albanuvo · 7 years

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Accident

Based on real events that happened on Oct.6th 2017

Like every weekday now, the alarm goes off 6 am. I run to the bathroom to put toothpaste on Ayden’s toothbrush and go into the kitchen to heat up his one waffle. I have an odd feeling but I chuck it to not sleeping well. Ayden spent the night coughing. Fast forward to 7:30 am, the alarm goes off for us to leave the house and I get that weird feeling again. I grab Ayden’s hand tight as we cross the road. I have this feeling of protecting him. I find myself doing it all morning. I didn’t pay it any mind as I usually have days when I’m more emotional and once again chucked up my maternal helicopter parenting on that itself. We fed the Canadian geese and Sea Gulls, the sun was out and it was a beautiful morning. We finished to then head to the Welsh Pantry for our shared ham and cheese toasty.Once again my grip on Ayden as we crossed the intersection quickly. Its time, We enter the gate so that the kids can head to their classrooms, all the children roll around in their scooters and walking in with their parents. The parents tired looking but with the sense of relief to give up their responsibility for just a couple hours. They love them, of that I’m sure but a moment for yourself isn’t selfish.It is much needed. As we continue to walk, in only a few feet in front of me a little boy scoots by so fast and somehow falls nearly facedown off his scooter, the poor little boy cries as his mother leaves her conversation with other mothers to aid her son. He brushes his blond hair off his red tear filled eyes being restricted to his helmet. Thank god he was wearing that helmet. Ayden says oooo that must have hurt and I feel sorry for the child. He was ok. All these kids have scooters, I’d say more than 87%. I walk Ayden in through the gate and the classroom door opens and in he goes. I love you…kiss…hug …It still hurts but easier to let go day by day.

I’ve been running around all day, I get off the bus with that feeling still bugging me but I remember I have to call the clinic to book Ayden an appointment, they tell me I don’t need an appointment as long as he gets there before 5:30. I message Alex to let him know and he says funny enough he had already called, forgetting after a certain time they do walk-ins. Got home took a shower, groceries came at 10:06 am than 11-12 when it was scheduled for, whatever.

1:06 Alex calls me to let me know that he can pick us up from the school and if I could grab him some food from Morleys. I agree and I am relieved I don’t have to run home to get ready for work at 5 pm. Guess the routine will be changing up. 1:30 pm The alarm is going off time to leave to the bus stop. That feeling is back again. Maybe I’m just tired. Hello again to the same bus driver. The bus taking me calls off every stop and I can’t shake off that feeling but I try to focus on other things like how warm the sun is.

Then we arrive at my stop, Hampton Court Bridge. I walk off the bus an sit right at the first bench. it was cool and the water moved rapidly but also calmly. I spot a man, perhaps Jamaican with his 2 sons. One in the stroller the other about 3 or 4. I was nervous about seeing them so close to the edge but I figured they fed the geese too and the water wasn’t deep on the edge. Another thought popped into my mind. If the child fell in who would jump in, I cant swim! does the father know how to? I cant tell you why I think these thoughts so frequently but when I do I promise something ends up happening that day. He finishes admiring the river with his son, he starts to pull the stroller backward back up towards the ramp bumping over a bunch of tiny rocks and plant life on the trail. The older boy runs back up the trail as the father in another language I couldn’t understand calls back to him, saying, Papa, something …Idk but somehow I knew he said papa is leaving, bye son. Its what we do to get our kids to come and go with us, scare them into thinking we are leaving them behind. Seems cruel doesn’t it, not really tho, not many of us would be willing to leave our children alone or behind. Those who truly love would never do that. The man sees me and says good day to me as he continues to pull the stroller out and up the ramp passing me, the youngest is such a cutie too. Another bus stops behind me from another company, a woman calls out to me and I recognize her, she’s the grandma from one of the beautiful lil girls from another class. She says hi to me and tells me that the bus we waited for came after I left a couple days ago. Waited for an hour and 2 busses never showed up. We chatted for a bit and she left while still looking back at me several times. I’m alone again, just the traffic behind me on the road and in front, the waves of the river and I’m starting to feel cold. I don’t want to leave yet and my mind starts to wander as I stand up and stare at the river from the ramp. Why am I here on this earth? What is my purpose? I kid you not that’s exactly what I was thinking, money, career, marriage. All the things we think about while being alone and inside our own heads. I had that feeling and I couldn’t tell why. Was I depressed, Is my monthly curse to come playing up with my emotions or sensitivity? Idk something isn’t right. 2:20 its time to start walking… I get to the area but continue to walk up avoiding the first entrance and going thru another entrance further down. I sit across the street from the school, something I never do. I like to be the first at the gate but this time I sat.My phone rings, caller Id says, Amy. Hi, are you by the school? I’m going to be late there’s this big accident and I’m only like 5-10 late could you pick up Miya? no worries and sure, make sure you let them know some fat black woman with short black hair is coming to get her lol we both laugh and she says I will call to let them know. We agree to meet up near hers. See I’ve never picked up his cousin from school before. Something once again I’ve never done. Dare I say out of routine. As it was 2:40 I walked into the hall that leads us to the gate noticed 3 women and a baby in a stroller in the front by the gate and an older man behind them. making me 3rd in line for my baby. It’s 2:50 can someone please open the gate now? finally, she pushes the gate. We all go into line up by the doors to get our kids. I speak to other mothers about their day and their younger ones while I wait for Ayden. Then the doors open. I wish the ladies a good weekend. I tell Ayden lets go get Miya and then we will head to Morleys to get daddy his food. We approach the class and the teacher at the door immediately says are you here for Miya, I smile and say yes and Ayden yells MIYA!!! I say thank you and tell them to hold hands. We start to walk towards Morleys. Once again that weird feeling kicks in so I say “Ok kids, hold hands and let’s go and don’t let go of each other. The long line of kids and parents and children on scooters seemed endless. “Miya, did you bring your scooter?” She says “No we came with the buggy today” “ I say to her “great so let’s go then”. As we approach the road I then tell them to get on either side of me and hold my hand until we cross. They comply but are excited about being with each other. We are about to cross another road at this point they both are holding hands again so instead of breaking them up I reach for their connecting hands to cross the road. We walk to Morleys. They sat down as I proceeded to make the order. They played as another woman with her baby and small daughter smile while looking at them and asks me if they are both in reception. I say no Only 1, she looked on as if trying to understand something she is thinking in her mind. I know what she is thinking, not psychic but the obvious, see Ayden and his cousin look like they can be siblings, same height, and very similar characteristics. the only difference is that her hair is blond. I say to the women “They do look like siblings but in actuality They’re cousins” Her expression changed as if her question had been answered and we both smiled. She continued to admire them as they played. How could she not they both look so adorable together when they play. I watch out the glass door as I see her mother approaching with her lil brother in arms, her face in relief in gratitude. “Thank you for picking her up for me,” she says “No worries” And as I wait for the chicken burger meal We keep talking about the kids, discussing playdate, Halloween parties, and just usual mommy stuff. Finally its done!! it’s time to go and so we walk on thru the supermarket and are talking when an older women appearsbehind me, looked like a gypsy you see in a scary film, She was pushing her little cart into the other trollies. she was wearing a scarf and \i could see a long skirt coming through her long brownish sweater, I guess I was in her way. I apologized and moved forward she smiled. I thought in my head about the movies you see about when they feel done wrong how they curse you.I know silly & SO STEREOTYPICAL but we were talking about Halloween and she spooked me as I didn’t see or hear her walk up behind me. I cut the convo short and said let’s text the plans as I have to go to work so home to get dressed etc. Since that sandwich took ages Ayden and I took to speed walking, all the while he complained of leg pains, I said to him “We are meeting up with daddy, We won’t walk.” he was adamant that he should then run. I said no! if your legs hurt just walk but try to go fast cuz I need to go home to get dressed. As we walked I grabbed a few leaves. I found this huge one I thought was awesome. We got to the car I hand Alex his food and buckle Ayden in. Let’s go! We are driving for a bit and notice a bit of traffic. its school, time of course. Kids and parents everywhere but not as bad as I had been at Morleys for enough time for the majority to disperse. We are driving down the road, it’s warm as the sun beams right into our eyes, down come the visors. Alex then say’s “ OMg there was this huge accident on the way here” I interrupt with “Yeah that must be the same accident as to why Amy was late to get Miya” Not even half a second after Miya rolled off my tongue …On the opposite side of the road a child speeds off the sidewalk into traffic, We hear what sounded like a million voices screaming a bus comes to a hard halt everything stops for a split second like a pause in a movie , in a blink of the eye everything happens simultaneously I watch Alex raise his hands to his heads , I watch as a mother screams hysterically as many ran towards her side, she drops to the floor…her screams echoed thru the cars as others run towards the bus, people come running out their cars the bus drivers face in terror as he runs out of the bus and towards the back. Alex exclaims I didn’t just see that, god no I didn’t see that boy get hit! Is he under the bus OMG. I was in shock not being able to move or say anything I held my hand to my face, saying no no no what happened. I couldn’t see too much now as the commotion was behind the bus. I wanted to come out the car but Alex stopped me. He said “I know how emotional you are, if he is bad you cant see that. You cant go to work with that image in your head, he is being helped and it won’t help to crowd them. they will need space. “ you cant get out the car.” I wanted to so bad, something kept nagging at me. I listened to my husband disappointed at myself a bit. Traffic was at a standstill until a woman started directing it. cars came past us the car in front of us belonged to a lady and man who ran out, neighbors came running out to see the commotion. the lady took her car and parked it in reverse to the park and slowly we crept up to go by. I needed to see… I had to, I NEEDED TO KNOW IF HE WAS ALIVE. As we drove by, my husband said don’t look but I couldn’t listen again I looked, I saw him laying in the grass wrapped up in what looked like a fleece as the mother cried and others surrounded him. He was moving! Alive! As we kept going my husband was trying to keep calm as he drove. He saw more due to his angle but all I could think was, We just mentioned about the accident before 2 times before it just happened in front of us AN ACCIDENT Ayden was in the back seat so he didn’t see anything but what he did do was hear the poor woman’s screams. Screams that I kept hearing and thinking to myself it was a small child, I’m a mother! I would lose it if something happened to my child. We start to talk about how seconds before it happened a car stopped them from continuing on their journey as it turned into the estate and left them waiting to cross. We recalled seeing the mother looking into her stroller at the baby with another woman before it all happened so quickly. meanwhile, I could feel my body shaking but not visibly, it was from the inside. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that inside vibration before, was that actual shock? Forget how I feel imagine how that mother was feeling, that poor child, the bus driver. he did nothing wrong, wasn’t speeding. The child came out of nowhere onto the road. All I could hear was her screams.

We arrive home and I feel weak, I get inside the house and start to get dressed as Alex locked himself in the bathroom. I continued to feel like I was shaking. How was I going to work like this? keep calm…keep calm …relax…but the screams. Alex didn’t want to drive. but nonetheless, he drove me to work stressing about the fact that he wanted to take Ayden to the clinic to get checked due to his cough and phlegm from being sick since the second day of school. We arrive at my job, I get out Ayden has fallen asleep in the back seat, I open the door to kiss him and I kiss Alex before I go inside. I don’t feel comfortable being here, I think to myself. I walk through the store giving fake smiles while inside I was shaking and wanted to cry but I kept my composure. My friend at work noticed something wrong. I told him what happened and he did his very best to keep me from thinking about it. I tried to even laugh and make jokes to drown out the screams when he went on break, the screams came back. I couldn’t concentrate.

It’s 8:30 pm time for my 15 min break and I see I have a missed call. No one really calls me so I immediately assume its, my husband, as it says NO CALLER ID It happens sometimes…It was him an then he tells me what happened…. The Surrey police put out a tweet for witnesses to come forward with information. He felt he wanted and needed to help so he called. he found out that the boy was 4 years old (Damn same age as my son) We saw him go so fast due to him being on a scooter! He was Alive (thank god) but that the damage was to the legs, we didn’t know how extensive the injuries were but a relief came over me knowing he was going to be ok. almost like something left my body. I was sad to hear he was hurt but happy to know he made it. I’m glad my husband did the right thing in providing what information he could. I thought to myself … I hope there is an update soon, via news or something.

After all this, I can’t help but think the many series of events that led to this happening. The times I worried about the kids on scooters, the traffic, then mentioning of the word “accident” 3 times before it happened in front of us. the fact that the very next day on Saturday, Oct 7, 11 people are injured in a “car crash” near the London museum, which they say is not terrorism-related. Why does the word “ACCIDENT” keep popping up?

#Accident #road safety #RealLifeStory #BeAware #AlbaNuvo #PleaseRepost

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Imaginary- Chapter Five

Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.

Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.

And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.

Also on AO3

A/N: Aaaaaaye, it may be late BUT I didn’t end up skipping a week like I had been kinda scared was going to happen :D That being said, my schedule is all goofed up now, so I’m gonna try and get back to my beginning of the week posting but since I’m also working on a Big Bang for a different fandom, we may be switching to end of the week posting from here on out!

***

Bakugou Katsuki.

Izuku turns the name over in his mind as his gaze stays on the closed door. It’s a strong name, one that matched the fire trapped in the man’s strange, crimson eyes.

Bakugou Katsuki.

Moving toward the closed door, Izuku flicks the lock, making a mental note to change it as he hears it click into place. The man was the same as the one he’d caught a glimpse of outside the house, that much he’s sure of. His scowl, pinched and ready for a fight, was unmistakable in a way that sent a prickle across Izuku’s skin.

He had moved on instinct when he’d seen the uninvited guest in the living room. Had had him pinned before he could even think better of it as blood had rushed through him with the need to protect above all else.

In the first bout of luck Izuku seemed to have had in a long while, Bakugou had seemed a well enough sport about the whole ordeal. At least, he thinks as he finds himself pacing toward the kitchen.

The last thing he needed was to walk into his new job with a complaint under his belt.

Heaving a sigh, Izuku picks back up where he left off in his meal prep. Losing himself to the task of dividing mixed vegetables between the plastic boxes set out before him, he finds his mind wandering back toward the mysterious blonde.

Everything in Izuku had screamed out at him, warning signs and sirens blaring as he’d caught the stranger in his living room. Instinct had taken over then, filling him with equal parts fear and anger as his mind hit a quick downward spiral toward of every possibility for why the man would have been there that always ended with Eri.

Not much thinking had to go into pinning him to the ground after that.

Guilt, sour and bright, zings through his veins as he drops the emptied pan of vegetables into the sink as he thinks of the accusatory glare Bakugou had thrown over his shoulder toward him.

There’s no doubt in Izuku’s mind that if the blonde had truly wanted to, he could have broken from the grasp he had had on him at anytime, which only adds to the bitter emotion pressing deep into the meat of his chest. No matter how he parsed the moment, Bakugou hadn’t given him any reason to believe he was there to hurt Eri, no matter how thin his excuse had sounded.

Bakugou Katsuki, he thinks again, clicking the tops down onto his premade bentos.

Who are you?

“Kachaan?” Eri’s small voice slices through his thoughts as he places the stack of meals into the fridge.

“Kachaan?” She calls again, her questioning voice coming from the living room. Quickly toweling his hands on a dry towel hanging from the oven door, Izuku makes his way back to the living room to see the small girl standing at its center with a board game in her hands.

With her back toward him, Izuku can’t help but note how much she seemed to have grown in these past couple of months. For just a moment, he wonders how much she’ll manage to grow in a year’s time if this was the difference of just months.

It makes his chest ache with a different kind of emotion as Eri turns over her shoulder and fixes him with her sunshine smile.

“Daddy Izuku! Have you seen Kachaan?” She asks brightly, clutching the board game a bit tighter in her grasp as she looks up at him with her crimson gaze. The question fills him with a startling zing of confusion as he cocks his head.

“He isn’t here?”

Squinting her eyes, Eri slowly turns toward every corner of the room before returning her focus to Izuku and shaking her head. Her cheery demeanor dims, her bottom lip wobbling ever so slightly as she looks up at him in a way that breaks his heart.

“Maybe he’s in the kitchen waiting for lunch,” he says carefully, offering her a small smile. “How about we go make that.”

“Alright, Daddy Izuku,” Eri says lowly, shoulders sinking low as she drops her gaze down to the board game still clutched in her hands. It’s an old one, one that Izuku didn’t even realize they had. Eyeing the bright pink of the candied title, he smiles wider in hopes of perking the girl up.

“After lunch, do you want to play?” He offers, nodding toward the box.

“Don’t you have to get ready for tomorrow?” She asks timidly, still looking down at the game box. Shrugging a shoulder and making a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, Izuku ruffles her hair softly.

“That stuff won’t be going anywhere.”

Snapping her head up, Eri’s smile returns, pulling wider than before as she excitedly proclaims a quick okay.

Izuku watches as she skips toward the kitchen, noting the way her head swivels as she surveys the room before setting the board game onto the dining table and sitting down.

Following suit, Izuku moves to the counter, making quick work of plating what was left from his meal prepping. Carefully balancing both meals, Izuku’s mind does one final lap around his thoughts as he sets them both down.

Bakugou Katsuki.

Izuku would have to remember to look his name up in the databases tomorrow.

***

Izuku’s morning had been doomed from the start.

Before his coffee had even had the chance to kick in, he’d been faced with a teary eyed Eri as she’d lamented the red dress she couldn’t seem to find in her closet that she had really wanted to wear. With a bit of finesse and the knowledge that he’d accidentally forgotten to move it from the dryer and back to Eri’s closet, Izuku had been able to avert that crisis.

That’s when his day should have been returned back to its track, setting him on course to arrive just on time.

Then his mother showed up, pastries in hand and scowl painted on her face, already berating him for considering that much caffeine to be an ideal breakfast meal.

Several anpan later, Izuku’s morning should have still been salvageable, even if it meant he’d most likely be 7 minutes late.

But the third and final straw, was the god damn geese.

Walking out across the road as if they’d strutted straight out of Izuku’s nightmares, the gaggle of geese had brought the morning traffic of Noto to a stand still.

Now, after finally getting his car pulled into his designated parking space, Izuku is a shade of annoyed, a lot frazzled, and approximately 23 minutes late.

“Damn geese,” Izuku groans, knocking his head against his steering wheel and taking a steadying breath. It surely wouldn’t make for a great first impression, and he already dreaded the apologies he would need to make in order to fix it. With a sigh and another tap of his head against the wheel, Izuku pushes himself up in his seat.

Snatching up the bento on the seat beside him, he let his silent resolve set the line of his shoulders as he pushed himself out of the car.

The slam of the door was loud in the otherwise quiet parking lot, the sound of it lost to him as he took in the small police station before him. A quarter of the size of the one he’d been stationed at in Tokyo, it still looked rather new. Of course, Izuku figures that would be the case. After all, it couldn’t see much use outside of the occasional drunk.

And possibly traffic obstructing geese.

Quickly making his way to the door, Izuku opens it slowly, letting his eyes roam across the open floor plan filled with six desks. Toward the back, he saw two doors, one with a small window cut into it and a plaque marking it as the captain’s office, and the other a plain wooden door.

A low sound of shuffling paper greeted him as he gently shuts the door behind him, gaze quickly finding the hunched figure in the back corner as his new coworker went through files at the bottom of a cabinet.

Stepping further into the room, Izuku clears his throat.

“Excuse me, I’m Midoriya Izuku. I apologize for my tard—”

The person suddenly shoots up, spine rod straight as he turns to look at him.

His dark eyes, set behind the silver rim of glasses, scan over Izuku’s frame as the man’s mouth falls slightly in shock. Warm familiarity brushes through him as he takes in the officer’s appearance. Though his face is more chiseled, losing what boyish roundness had been left clinging to it after their graduation, Izuku would recognize his high school friend anywhere.

“Midoriya?” He asks, almost unsure. Guilt rocks at Izuku’s core as he scratches the back of his head bashfully.

“Uh, hi, Iida!” Izuku says, trying to bury the sound of surprise that turn his greeting an odd, bright shade. “I didn’t realize you joined the force!”

Laughing loudly, Iida drops the folders he’d pulled from the filing cabinet onto his desk with a loud slap before pushing his way around the large desk. As his moves toward Izuku, his smile pulls wide, showing all of his teeth.

“Yes, I had tried to join the family business but it turned out being a lawyer wasn’t something that really worked for me,” he states in that matter-of-fact way that Iida had always had. Izuku can’t say he’s shocked that joining a law firm hadn’t quite worked out for his friend.

Righteous almost to a fault, Iida Tenya had always had a more hands on approach to helping those in need.

Arguing in a court room after the misdeeds had been done wasn’t much of his style.

“Guess you could say that you inspired me,” Iida continues, holding out a strong hand toward him. Flicking his gaze between his friend’s hand and his smile, Izuku’s own mouth turned up slightly as he took it. A small shake later, Iida laughs again as he pulls him into a crushing hug.

There’s a small pop in Izuku’s spine before the taller man loosens his grasp.

“What are you doing back here!” Iida asks cheerfully. “I didn’t think we’d be seeing you again. Auntie Inko always says you’re doing big things out in the city.”

Self conscious of the sudden admiration radiating off of Iida, Izuku takes a timid step back, chewing on the full of his lip.

“It’s a bit of a long story,” he answers after a stiff silence, keeping his eyes focused on the space over his friend’s shoulder. “But I guess the important part is that I work here now.”

A look of shock turns Iida’s eyes wide as he looks over Izuku one more time, seemingly noticing the uniform he wears beneath his jacket for the first time.

Then, after a small eternity, his smile goes wider.

Just as he opens his mouth to say something, the door opens behind Izuku, barely missing him as a cheery voice calls out:

“Sorry I’m late, Tenya! Those damn geese were at it again.”

Ears perking at the voice, Izuku turns on his heel to see a woman just shorter than he is. Donning a matching uniform, and with her hair pulled back in a loose bun, she looks more put together than her harried voice implies. Her warm, brown eyes skip past him and straight to Iida as she frowns, but Izuku feels his heart squeeze all the same.

Uraraka Ochaco had been one of his closest friends. Growing up together, they had been damn near inseparable until Izuku had left the small town. Losing contact with her hadn’t been a choice, so much as mere accident. Life had gotten to them both, days between phone calls had become weeks, then had turned to the occasional text, until months had gone by and then finally years.

It was one of Izuku’s greatest regrets.

That same guilt rocks through him once more as he feels Iida’s hand fall onto his shoulder.

“Uraraka! Look who’s joining us!” He says, excitement lifting his voice and breaking through Ochaco’s string of goose related curses.

Finally looking toward him, her eyes grow impossibly wide before she gasps loudly, hand flying up to her mouth.

“Izuku?” She exclaims, embracing him in a hug before he can even reply. “Oh my gosh, what are you doing back here!”

Heat collects in his cheeks as he wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her close for just a moment longer before stepping away.

“It’s a bit of a long story,” Izuku repeats carefully.

Ochaco nods, quick and curt, almost as if in knowing before she makes her way toward the closest desk and drops her bag on its surface.

“Well, I’m sure you know that when you’re ready to tell it, we’re all ears,” she says gently as she starts to remove her jacket. The reassurance etches a thankful smile across his lips as he returns the small nod before turning his attention to the desks.

“So,” he starts hesitantly, “which one is mine?”

“Back right,” a drawling voice answers from the back of the room, pulling the trio’s attention towards the doorway of the office. Standing just outside of the now open door, the older man has his arms crossed across his chest as he surveys the officers. His dark hair is marked by silver streaks at the temples, but it’s still pulled back in the same low ponytail Izuku had always known him to wear, and his scar stands stark under his right eye.

Aizawa was one of the best officers in the town when Izuku had been in high school. He was the one that he’d worked so hard to impress back then in an attempt to build a good connection with the man. If not for the experience he could learn from him, but also for the recommendation he could offer him into the academy.

A just and fair man, so much so that it made him come off as a hard ass, he was always someone Izuku had looked up to, and the only real shock it gave him seeing the man stepping out of the captain’s office was that he was still in Noto and not somewhere else.

“Aizawa,” he hears himself say, almost in wonder.

“Captain Aizawa,” the man corrects flatly before giving Izuku a small, rare smile. Heady pride zips through him as he dips his chin toward the captain before Aizawa turns his attention to Ochaco.

“Geese?” He asks, though from the sound of his voice, he already knows the answer. The question earns him a groan as Ochaco flops down into her chair, the wheels of it carrying her a foot back from the momentum of her fall.

“We really should do something about them, sir. They’re getting out of hand,” she growls as she swivels around to face their captain. The man shakes his head before speaking again with joking warning.

“Don’t let the locals hear you say that, they’ll string you up to be pecked to death.”

“Sir, we are locals,” Ochaco emphasizes, waving her arms to encompass all of the room’s occupants. His inclusion makes Izuku’s blood run warm in his veins.

It was a small thing, not altogether unexpected given he had been born and raised there, but something about still being considered local made his heart squeeze.

This is home, his brain supplied offhandedly as he made his way toward the desk that Aizawa had pointed out for him.

“You know what I mean,” Aizawa replies, causing Ochaco to groan again. Setting his bento onto the cleared desk space, Izuku follows Ochaco’s lead and pulls off his coat. Placing it on the back of his desk chair, he looks to the captain expectantly.

Aizawa’s dark stare is on him filled with a question that Izuku answers with a small, barely perceptible nod.

“Well, now that you two have greeted your new teammate, let’s go over our focus for the day,” he drawls as he steps further into the room.

Settling down into his desk chair to listen to their morning briefing, Izuku can’t help the feathering warmth in his chest that told him maybe things would be alright after all.

***

Sinking low into the patio chair, Izuku feels the tension of the day ease from his shoulder as he takes a long drag from his beer.

After a day of learning the patrol routes, picking Eri up from daycare, eating the meal his mother had kindly left for them in the fridge, and then finally getting Eri bathed and into bed, Izuku felt the first embrace of a comforting fatigue. Not bone deep and crushing like the one he had grown so accustomed to, but one that left him feeling accomplished as opposed to just drained.

Taking another sip of the malty liquid, Izuku lets his gaze connect the spaces between the stars above as the quiet night wraps around him.

Tomorrow was a new day, and for the first time in a long time, that didn’t fill him with dread.

Smiling up at Ursa Major, he lets his mind settle into a quiet hum, Bakugou Katsuki and the databases he had forgotten to look him up on far from his mind.

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#bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakudeku #bkdk #sorry for another connector chapter #i swear yall just gotta deal with my bullshit for like one more chapter before we finally get to get into our otp being around each other #it aint called a slow burn for nothin lol

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