#but kids are gently parented now and they can't handle being told they did something seriously wrong

[thestrangestthing89]

It's not an apology, it's a clarification. He very directly says "you misconstrued what I said" a thing multiple people around here have been trying to say for months. He said this exact same thing in an Instagram post he made a few months ago but people lack the reading comprehension skills to follow something like that. So he said it in a TikTok video again only some people are still not understanding. And it's because they don't want to. (He has recently taken his Instagram post down, I'm guessing because he is getting relentlessly harassed.) The truth of the matter is that many people didn't take the time to understand basic facts about this situation (like what the word Zionism actually means) and the result was that a lot of misinformation spread because people were desperate to make sure their followers knew they were The Most Progressive and The Most Anti-Racist. They did not talk about this issue in a way that was culturally sensitive. They made assumptions about Noah based on anti-Semitic stereotypes and I don't even think they realize they are doing it because, again, they aren't well-informed. But every time someone twists the word Zionism to mean "pro-genocide" and makes the flying leap that anyone using that word is laughing at people dying they are falling into the stereotype that Jews are bloodthirsty. Anytime people say that any Jewish person has the wrong information in this situation and needs to education themselves about their own culture, they are believing that Jews can't be trusted. They did all of these things to Noah and they did it very easily because they are ignorant. These people essentially turned into an angry mob. I can't even count the amount of comments I saw that were basically "I hate Noah too!!! Wait, what did he do? Someone tell me!" They piled on because their peers were doing it and not because they had any clue what the problem was. It was the cool and trendy thing to do so they did it. And they deluded themselves into thinking they were saving Palestinians in the process when they actually didn't do shit for anyone. The only problem is that the people who did this didn't take the time to inform themselves before piling on. Noah didn't apologize to them because he doesn't have to. They owe him an apology though and I think the ones with larger followings are responsible for a lot of this and imo are lucky they didn't get sued for defamation. He didn't do any of the things they are accusing him. They decided for themselves what he thought and believed based on very little information and they have no right to do this to anyone. They seriously think Noah is responsible for single-handedly killing people. He's not in the military or a politician. He didn't even endorse anyone who did. This whole situation is the stupidest fucking thing in the world. They are more outraged over the bullshit they made up about him the actual political situation and it's because they don't actually care. They are using Palestinians as an excuse to say hateful things, but they aren't helping them at all. I don't think Gen Z-ers are realizing that everyone older than them is getting increasingly more concerned about the way they go about their political activism. It's a serious problem and this current political situation only highlighted problems with them that had been occurring for a while now. Relentlessly harassing any Jewish person online for not speaking exactly to your liking isn't activism. Threatening to kill people who disagree with you isn't activism. Trying to ruin someone's career because they didn't act like your parasocial bestie isn't activism. Spamming the comments of everyone's posts with Free Palestine isn't activism and it sure as hell isn't what spreading awareness looks like. That requires being well informed first. Not to mention learning how to have difficult conversations without screaming hysterically at people and shouting that they must be pro-genocide/racist/misogynist/homophobic every damn second just because they said something you didn't take the time to understand.

They need to learn to ask for a clarification before assuming the absolute worst about people. They do this to people in the fandom constantly and it's why no one decent posts here regularly anymore. They are ignorant, plain and simple. But they are so desperate for peer approval and for people to think they are the best activists ever that they don't realize how much damage they do when they behave this way.

The people still pissed at Noah were always going to be. They were always going to pick him apart because they are anti-Semitic and they made that very clear. All he is saying is that people need to understand that both Jews and Palestinians are human and stop taking sides. A thing that anyone with a shred of human decency has been saying for months. The people who haven't been saying this tend to be very young (teens and early 20s) and it's because they fell for a lot of unverified information on TikTok - something that is concerning a lot of people given that it is an election year in the US. All anyone had to do here was listen and they didn't. They are too busy trying to be morally superior to anyone to bother having an actual conversation. They still aren't listening. There was nothing wrong with what Noah said here either. But people are determined to believe that he was laughing at people dying when he wasn't. This literally never happened. They just heard a word they weren't familiar with a jumped to awful conclusions. It's not their place to educate anyone on anything. They are not qualified to do so. And I wish people were smarter about who they were reblogging and weren't so desperate to get more followers by jumping on the bandwagon. They cause so much drama in the fandom constantly by acting like this. This is just the latest example.

The people who think it's now suddenly ok to be violent and homophobic towards someone just because they perceived that person to do something they didn't like, were waiting for an opportunity. They wanted to be horrible and they think they got a reason. They didn't and there is never a reason to behave like this. But it did reveal just how many people in this fandom are horrible human beings. The people who weren't saying this directly were still agreeing with those people and were not better than them. It should have set alarm bells off in their heads that the only people who agreed with them were being vile. That should have been the first clue they were on the wrong side. I wish people learned to think for themselves better. They were clearly jumping on the bandwagon and didn't understand what was going on. And I stand by my comment from a few months ago, we would not be dealing with relentless drama in the fandom if the show had a higher rating. And I do think they need to focus more on their original adult audience again. Most of us do not feel comfortable posting regularly in this fandom when it got taken over by kids who don't understand any of the things they are upset about, but they are upset with everyone and everything constantly. No one came here to babysit.

#social media seriously needs to do more about cyber bullying and the spread of misinformation #the people who did this to him owe him an apology #it used to be if you spread a rumor about someone you got sent to the principal and were forced to write a letter of apology #but kids are gently parented now and they can't handle being told they did something seriously wrong #they can't accept wrongdoing and they can't figure out how to fix it #so they just double down and act like even worse assholes than they've been acting #and everyone is fucking tired of it #no one wants to deal with this behavior anymore #gen z is increasingly becoming a group of people no one can trust #stranger things #noah schnapp

[libraryofloveletters]

A Visit To Santa

Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Warnings: jobe is being treated like a kid, pranks from you and jude, miss denise gets new photos for her house, childhood coded lol, jobe is like your little brother too, miss denise thinks y'all finna crash her bmw lmao

Word Count: 768

Author's Note: this one is for bookie @themandaloriansdiaries - our favourite brothers :)

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Jude decides now that you two are back home in England to take his brother to do the one thing they always did as kids; visit Santa.

England welcomed you two home, a change from the Spanish sunshine was welcomed; though you missed it the moment you got off of the plane.

You and Jude were spending the holidays with his family, both Bellingham brothers, you and their parents were at home. Mark and Denise were making dinner or something of the sorts in the kitchen, Jobe was in his bedroom and you and Jude were in his room.

Jude's head rested on your belly, your fingers tapping on his forehead as you scrolled through your phone with the other hand.

"I'm bored," your boyfriend announces.

"Congratulations," you tell him, as if you were supposed to do something about that.

Jude rolls his eyes, "let's go do something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," he sighs, sitting up. You look over at him, "how about shopping? Or we could go for a drive or something?"

"The shopping mall?" he asked, looking over your shoulder. There's a look on his face that you've seen before, pure mischief. Your brows raise, waiting for him to continue. "Yeah, let's go."

"What're you up to?" You asked him, Jude pulls you off of the bed.

"I'll go grab Jobe."

You stop your boyfriend, grabbing his hand. "What is this? What's all this excitement? You hate the mall."

His eyes crinkle as he chuckles, "let's take Jobe to see Santa."

You can't help the laugh, letting go of his hand. "Okay babe. Go get him, I'll get the car keys from your mom."

Jude and Jobe meet you downstairs, Denise hands you her car keys. "Be careful please," she warns her sons, not you. She knew you'd handle them.

"We'll be back for dinner," Jude tells his mom, kissing her cheek before grabbing your hand.

You shout a bye to her and Mark as you three are out the front door and pile into the car. You drove of course, Jude doesn't drive and Jobe was a designated back seat driver. Jude had told his brother that you wanted to go shopping and he agreed to join you, saying he could use some fresh air.

The mall was a madhouse, it was T-minus 2 days to Christmas and everyone was rushing to get last minute shopping done.

You made a B-line for Santa's workshop in the mall, making it seem like you wanted to take a couple's photo of you and Jude with Santa.

Jobe shakes his head, "this is ridiculous," he tells you, waiting in line with you two.

"Do you not believe in the magic of Christmas, Jojo?" You teased him, pinching his cheek gently; you looked at Jobe like your little brother as well, teasing him the same way his brother would, having your own little nickname for him.

Jude smiles, watching as Jobe swats your hand away, making you laugh.

It takes a few minutes to get to the front of the line, the woman dressed as an elf calling you up to take your photo.

Jobe feels a light shove, Jude pushing him to Santa. "What?" he asked his brother, looking a bit lost.

"Go take your pic, mate."

"What?" Jobe scoffed, "I'm not going."

You take his coat from him, "go on, Jojo. Santa's waiting." You tell him, lips pressed together so you don't laugh. Jobe grumbles under his breath, something about hating you guys as he begrudgingly walks over to Santa.

The younger Bellingham sits beside Santa, the fakest smile you've ever seen on his face as the camera flashes.

Jude takes your hand, bringing you over to Santa. The two of you joined in. Jobe and Jude on either side of Santa and somehow you ended up on Santa's lap.

"On three, say merry Christmas!" The woman behind the camera says, counting to three before it flashes.

You let Santa speak to Jude and Jobe while you went to the counter to get the printed photos. You got two prints of the photo with the 3 of you, one for your home in Madrid and one for their home here in England. You also got a printed version of the solo shot with Jobe and Santa for the fridge at home.

The boys met you by the counter, Jude handing out his card so you can pay. "I can't believe you made me do that," Jobe mumbled, huffing.

You laugh, kissing his cheek. "It's okay, buddy."

Jude holds your hand, the bag with the photos in hand. "You're still a kid to us, mate." He laughs, pulling you into his side. "Let's go before we get in trouble for being late to dinner.

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x y/n #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football imagine #football blurb #jobe bellingham x reader

[holmesversion]

I was listening to 'tis the damn season, so here go a little of jancy for your guys:

After the events of season 4 and the victory over vecna, everyone begins to rebuild their lifes and try to get back to normality. Nancy and Jonathan decide to break up after an important conversation, the two still love each other but nancy is ready to move on, go to college and walk her own path. Jonathan still worry about leaving his mother and brother, if something happened while he were away he would never forgive himself.

The whole conversation starts as Nancy finally finds out about the lie about the acceptance letter and can no longer keep quiet about Jonathan not being himself anymore, she knows something is wrong and can't wait for everything to magically resolve itself. Jonathan feels bad, he doesn't want to lie to her and he doesn't want to be high all the time either, he knew he was using it as an outlet it was all so confusing and he was so sensitive but now he knows what's right for him, and as much as he loves Nancy, he knows he has to let go.

They remain friends, a few years pass. Jonathan went to college in indi and set up a small photography business. Nancy is now a trained journalist and works for a big company in chicago.

After years, nancy finally returns to spend christmas with her family and friends, she wanted to go back sooner but she knew she would never leave again if she did, she didn't regret her choice but it was hard being out there alone in the world.

The kids aren't so kids anymore. Steve and Eddie worked their shit out; Mike was still annoying but that was (secretly) what she loved about him; Robin came with her new girlfriend from college; Hopper and Joyce now married welcomed everyone; Her sister and parents were there too, now that they are divorced their relationship had improved a lot, and finally Jonathan.

He seemed more mature and happy, but after a few hours of conversation and a bottle of wine they knew they would always be the same. They didn't try to stay away, in fact they went out almost every day in the week. Nancy told stories about college and how she finally received the knowledge she deserved in her new job and Jonathan showed what have changed in the city and tell how good it is to have his own business.

On one of these walks they remember how things were and wonder what it would be like if they had done everything differently, but the two come to the conclusion that they did the right thing and also that they still love each other.

Nancy dated a few people during college but no one ever really understood her, and Jonathan still shy when it came to romance. It’s a matter of time before they kiss, all happening thanks to meddling teenagers and a mistletoe.

The next day Nancy wakes up in Jonathan's arms and after a mature conversation they decide that they should enjoy the holidays together, after all they were adults right? they could handle the whole situation.

The holiday is excellent, they realize how much better they function now that they are more mature and how much else nothing has changed. Jonathan is still the same sweet guy that Nancy fell in love with and Nancy still a brave and kind woman but then it all ends, Nancy has go home and Jonathan knows he has to let her go again.

Nancy once again leaves heartbroken, wishing things were different this time, and know that she would have stayed if Jonathan had asked but he is a good person and would never do such a thing.

A few days go by with Nancy thinking what if.. one day she returns home from work only to find Jonathan sitting on the steps of her apartment building with two suitcases in hand. He smiles as soon as he sees her and she could have sworn her heart melted. They stayed like that, static until Jonathan took the initiative to go to her, still smiling. Nancy only noticed that she was crying when she felt Jonathan wipe her tears gently, she tried to speak, ask if what was happening was really what she thought but Jonathan was faster again, he kissed her softly and finally said: my family is fine now. I can move my business anywhere, but I've finally accepted that I can't live without you, Nancy wheeler. She smiled and kissed him and this was the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

#jancy edit #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #stranger things #taylor swift

[arispensieve]

badly written ramblepost because I fucked up my entire brain on a bad trip and I am not feeling very resilient about it.

so. good news! no longer eel at all. bad news, have accidentally turned my brain to mush and am now doing the equivalent of gently spoonfeeding it after perhaps the worst mental experience of my life!

While I think I can confidently say it was not the worst EVENT of my life (church shit, raf, losing em, pallas etc still have their place), I can't remember a time I felt worse mentally right now and it made me suicidal again in the middle which scared the shit out of me

Piper was very good about it, said she has tripsat much worse than that, and said I was incredibly polite for someone having a bad trip, which is a little bit ridiculous. Guess I've been training my whole life for this. No one is better at having non-disruptive panic attacks and then apologizing for them than I am by now. (This is probably a lie, but a lie with a grain of truth.)

Anyway she gave me a propranolol which was supposed to make me not traumatized by it (appreciated but considering how badly I'm shaking remembering it, seems to have been ineffective) and, when I begged her for something to knock me out and let me sleep through it and wake up normal, a fuckton of xanax. which also didn't do as much as I think they're supposed to do to other people, I just sat there suffering intensely until my muscles stopped holding me up and I keeled over and put my face in the security bucket I was hugging, at which point she made me lie down. I vaguely recall asking if I needed to go to the hospital, she said no. I also wanted to call my parents, though when I thought about it I realized they'd freak out, I didn't want to talk to them, and that wouldn't really help, but it was the same sense of I have made a mistake and I want out of this situation, and that's supposed to help, right. I also didn't want to talk to Piper either, and felt frustrated and panicked whenever she spoke, which made me feel like an asshole. I wanted to pretend I was somewhere else, I guess, and couldn't while she was talking.

It wasn't new, though, is the thing. It was basically a dialed up to 11 version of the same sensory overload meltdown thing that I used to get a lot more often when I was a kid, and most recently had on the way back from the eclipse. Except so much fucking worse.

But it wasn't new. I wasn't being shown the universe or anything, or having unusual thoughts that I couldn't handle. It really just reminded me of a dance in 7th grade when I lost my entire mind and had a similarly awful panic attack complete with the sense of I fucked up so bad and I want out of this situation RIGHT NOW. I hate where I am. I hate what I'm doing. I hate me. I need to leave. But I was already in one of the few places I generally feel safe, at the farm in Piper's bed. There was nowhere to go to fix the situation. And the feeling, though the same design and flavor, was so much worse than it had ever been before.

I think I said "If I die/if you kill me, does this stop", and Piper said we would pretend I didn't say that. I said sorry, but was too busy suffering to muster up much remorse. Still, I sternly told myself not to say that again, or anything else about dying, for god's sake Ari. I went back to saying "I love you, I'm not mad at you, please please stop talking" anytime she opened her mouth, which was also quite rude of me but I thought if anyone talked to me I might start screaming and never stop. Also the quiet only lasted a few minutes tops each time so I had to keep saying it.

Anyway. I lay down, as instructed, and waited for something different to happen, or hopefully to die, which upset me a bit. I asked Piper to put on Pippin very very quietly, because of its good track record for unsuicidaling me, and she graciously did so. she also at some point wrote me a bunch of notes on the paper, which did not hurt my brain the way listening did, which I appreciated.

At that point I decided to risk messaging Grace, because I thought they might be slightly comforting and I realized that I could tolerate text. Sent them a message full of typos. They told me that they loved me and I was a person and they were very happy that I visited them because they'd had a shit week, and that made me feel better enough that I could open one eye when Extraordinary started playing and make my first comment, which was you're such a whiny bitch, Pippin.

He's the clown! said Piper. I winced, but it wasn't as bad anymore, so it seemed like I might be starting to push through it. Except I couldn't actually physically move at all from the absurd amount of xanax, which was kind of scary on its own and caused its own set of problems.

(those got more or less resolved in their interesting ways that I will not be writing down here, but I do think that's what saved me 10 times more than any propranolol because it was the only fun bit in a whole bunch of hell. I owe Piper like 200 for that alone let alone the entire trip but she just thinks it's funny and is way more embarrassed about some other thing I shall not name which I couldn't care less about so I guess it evens out)

Anyway I did eventually sleep. Woke up feeling fragile as hell and terrified of everything and like I just wanted to curl up somewhere and be treated gently. Piper sort of did that, but also seemed to want to have big conversations which I did not internally handle well, but frankly she was so good about actually tripsitting me she could talk about whatever she damn well needed to.

Still feel... fragile, and afraid, and tired, a day later. I don't like that at all.

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

Old Friend

oh frick hikaru arta time

uhh murder got mentioned here. also there's like one singular indonesian swear word arta says at the very end but surely it's nothing that y'all can't handle right lmao

———

Jakarta—uh, Arta remembered his first meeting with Hikaru.

It all started from a dare that a friend of his gave him. They were playing truth or dare the night before (as suggested by the only girl in the friend group) and then he got the dare. The poor guy knew he's going to be fucked the moment that dare got uttered out by his friend.

After all, Hikaru was a famous idol at the time! Befriending a famous person felt impossible to Arta back then.

And there he was the next day, walking up to Hikaru and asking him to maybe hang out for the day. He didn't know what he was supposed to expect, but it certainly was not Hikaru's answer to his offer—

"Ah, sure, I'd love to."

Arta felt like he might've died on the inside.

Needless to say, they hung out, got to know each other, and just had a fun time. They quickly became inseparable, with the two hanging out after school often if Hikaru doesn't have any idol related activities to deal with.

"Being an idol makes me happy...but at the same time it made me feel..."

"...Feel what?"

"Feel pressured. Like I can't express the real me around others without having the fear of disappointing fans and ruining my reputation lingering over me."

"You don't disappoint me."

"Haha, of course you'd say that."

Over time, they grew more closer, with Arta feeling comfortable enough to act like his 'unhinged' self around the idol, and the idol feeling comfortable enough to be a bit more goofy.

But of course, all good things come to an end.

"Huh? What? You're- you're moving?"

When Arta broke the news to Hikaru, the idol has been experiencing some problems with a creepy fan. A fan who would occasionally sign her love letters with a simple alias; "T".

T has been really creepy around the idol lately, and Hikaru has suspected that she had been stalking him all this time. Arta had promised him to remain by his side just in case something bad happens, but alas, Arta's parents told him that they're moving to Modelista City, and now Arta had to leave his friend behind.

"Uh...yeah. Sorry, I know I promised that I'd stay with you until the problem is resolved, but I can't go against my parents' wishes either." He told Hikaru, and the moment the idol grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, he knew that this would not end well.

"Yeah, you promised alright. You fucking promised." Hikaru said, clear rage in his voice as he looks at Arta in the eyes. "But you're gonna just- go on ahead and break it? Just because you don't wanna go against your parents' wishes of moving away?"

"Look! If you were in my shoes, then you'd do the same! My friends don't always come first! Unlike most of the kids in this school, I have a stable relationship with my family."

"And I do too??? But yeah, it's really fucking obvious. You love your parents and they love you, yes, yes, yes! But what about me?!"

"Can't you defend yourself?!"

"NO I CAN'T, ARTA! I DON'T HAVE MY OWN PERSONAL BODYGUARDS, NOR DO I HAVE ANYONE ELSE TO TURN TO!"

"What about your parents, huh?! You said that you have a stable relationship with them too!"

"Yes, I do! But- oh Amazing Mighty- they don't care THAT much."

...

Silence.

Quickly broken by Arta's sigh.

"No matter how much you're gonna beg and plead for me, you won't be able to change my mind. I'm sorry, Hikaru, but I have to." Arta said, gently prying Hikaru off of him, before turning around. "...I don't want mom to slap me with a sandal-"

"What."

"Nothing! Nothing, nothing."

"Just- you can do things on your own too. You can't always rely on me. I'm so sorry, Hika."

Arta's back is now facing Hikaru as he slungs his back over his shoulder. "I gotta go now. Maybe if you can, you can come to my place one last time."

Footsteps that slowly fade out...

...

"Goodbye."

———

Arta did in fact ended up moving to Modelista.

He remembered how Hikaru didn't came to visit him the day before he moved, which he can clearly understand, because he does feel like a dick for even agreeing to this to begin with.

He remembered how, in the train station, he didn't see any glimpse of Hikaru either. And so, the boy left the Astra Kingdom feeling like shit.

'He probably hates me now.' He thought.

However, a few months later, Arta just woke up from his sleep. 07:06 AM, it read on the clock. He sighed, another exhausting day to go through. It's not like his life in Modelista is that bad. Living in a big city has always been his dream. But...

It doesn't feel the same without him—

He suddenly hears the sound of his phone's ringtone. "Great! Just who is calling me in the ungodly hour of 7 AM?" He asked himself, knowing damn well that 7 AM isn't exactly an ungodly hour. But it's the weekend, goddamnit!

He picked up the phone, not bothering to see who's calling first. "Yeah? Hell-"

"ARTA! ARTA! YOU GOTTA CHECK THE NEWS RIGHT NOW!"

"Huh-? Woah, woah, there! What the hell?! What's up now?"

"JUST- JUST DO IT QUICK! THE HEADLINE IS AIRING RIGHT NOW! QUICK!"

"Ugh. Fine! Give me a moment!"

———

He...

He did not expect to see him on the news today.

The headline on the TV screen read something among the lines of, "Famous Idol Hikaru Found Dead In Miracle Forest". Arta can't really bother to read the rest of what is on the headline. All he was focused on was...

The sentence "Hikaru found dead".

Hikaru...dead...?

Really?

"H-huh...?"

It felt like time stopped for a moment. Everything feels frozen, cold. Arta's eyes are fixated on the TV screen and nothing else. He could hear his phone ring again, but he can't even bother to pick it up at the moment.

...

And then it all screams at him at once.

Hikaru died because of you.

He got killed because you weren't there to protect him.

He was in danger, and the one thing you decided to do was move away to a whole different nation, far away from him.

You're a monster.

No wonder he didn't talked to you during your final days in the Astra Kingdom.

He already hated you ever since you told him that you were moving away.

It's all your fault.

...

It's your fault.

———

It had been years since Hikaru's death.

Arta has been moving on ever since.

He even got to work at a train station as its train conductor! That's cool, right?

...

He got an invitation to go back to the Astra Kingdom from his friend. Something something, Light Festival, something something, he should be there, something something, rumors that the God of Light is gonna be attending the event this year.

Arta doesn't mind! Not at all, really! But he really doesn't know why his friend sounded so excited when they called him to invite him over.

Regardless, he called off work for the day and headed towards the Astra Kingdom. He didn't know what he was expecting, but one thing for sure is that he is indeed excited!

...

He isn't excited about meeting a familiar face after years, though.

Uh, clearly because he didn't even expect him to be the God of Light in question!

"...Hikaru?"

"Arta...?"

...

"...Heeeeehhhh.....!!!!!!"

Arta wrapped his arms around the now-God, catching him by surprise. The train conductor felt like crying—crying in joy, at least. "YOU FUCKING IDIOT! BODOH, BODOH, BODOH! HOW COULD YOU LET YOURSELF DIE LIKE THAT?!"

Arta sobbed into Hikaru's shoulder, feeling like he might explode any second.

...Okay, that's stupid.

Suddenly, Arta could feel a pair of arms wrap around him too, and now the hug is mutual. "Arta...hey. If you think that I hate you for simply leaving because of your parents' wishes, then you're wrong."

"H-huh?! Really...?!" Arta asked, quickly separating himself from Hikaru, his hands still on the God's waist...for some reason. Funnily enough, Hikaru's grasp on Arta's shoulders haven't loosened either.

Hikaru gave his old friend a weak smile. "Really. If I did, that would've been so immature of me, heh." To that, Arta's eyes well up with tears again. "Gahhh!!!! Fucking idiot!" He exclaimed, burying his face into Hikaru's chest. "Ahaha! Yeah, yeah, I get it. I miss you too, I know."

"Hey. You two. Quit that. You both are in public right now." Princess Ana's voice suddenly spoke up amidst the silence of the area, quickly followed by a chuckle from Fate and a sigh from Prince Ars.

"...Bangsat."

#arthesias writing (youre posting this on the wrong blog thesia) #arthesias ocs #rgverse: writing #welcome to the progression express~!: arta (oc) #you are your very own light!: hikaru (oc) #hikarta (oc ship name) #<- sort of implied? i wrote this with the ship in mind #another me: ana (oc) #our fates are distorted: fate (oc) #don't let him go: ars (oc) #<- all three of them have cameos at the very end

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Walking down the halls of his old school was nowhere near on his schedule this week, but as he walked down the halls, he can't say he regrets it, what he regrets is the fact he did so at 4 in the morning when the sun isn't even up yet, he sighed as he looked inside the empty classrooms, their high school reunion was near so he came back a few months earlier before the event so he could take a walk around the town again and then he walked to his school and before he knew it he'd already climbed the back gate into the school

"aghh, why is it so cold in August, why didn't I wear more layers" Khiro hissed, his hands now in the pockets of his jacket, he sighed as the cold seeped into his clothes, taking his eyes off the classrooms he looked around then looked up at the rooftop, he can't help but stare and remember all those times with him, his first love, Axel.

he sees something on the rooftop and he feels a sudden rush of adrenaline, he runs to the hallway that connects the two buildings, even after so many years have passed—running in these halls he can't help but feel sixteen again, the wind grows colder but all he could feel was the fast beating of his heart, breathless when he's in front of the rooftop door he takes a moment to calm his heart down and hold the door handle

he takes a deep breath in before opening the door and he  is met with nothing but the blue night sky mixing with the yellow hues of the sunrise, he sighs tiredly looking around for anything, looking for a reason, wanting the world to give him a reason, he'd ran so fast just to go here "shit my manager is gonna be so mad at me" he sighed once again, his schedule is already packed with meetings on the next show he'll be in and yet he took a detour just to go here 

In his mind, a pair of green eyes appear, Axel. He looks up at the sky tiredly as he walks and sits down in the middle of the rooftop. He lets his mind wander, letting himself think about Axel for the first time in the past decade. The mere thought of Axel always made him lost in his memories, he feared that if he thought about him more than he already did, it'd be harder to let go

he looks at the rooftop, his mind filling with memories of him, hands held under the table, those long glances at each other, the hidden kisses, waking up next to each other at an early hour just so the other can sneak back to their own house and the undeniability that they were never meant to last more than they did

Axel had been there ever since they were kids, being classmates was a huge advantage, they'd always been close there had always been something they'd just never put a label on until they were sixteen, the hidden agendas, the excuses on where they were going, the sleepovers, all those times he ran to the rooftop and seeing Axel there, all of his teen memories being filled him and loving him

"Khiro!" Axel smiled at him "Sorry for being late My mom was getting suspicious about why I've been out of the house so much the past few weeks" he sheepishly said as he held one of Khiro's hands, khiro gently squeezed Axel's hand "It's fine, are you okay now?"

Nearly every date started with that

"love... I'm sorry we can't do that. My parents might find out. "

was always the excuse

"It's fine, you being here is enough"

That was what he'd always say

"Are you sure about this?"

He'd always ask

"Never have I ever before"

was always Axel's answer

"I love you"

Axel always said to him, even if on most days it never felt real

"I love you too"

was always his reply

Axel always called, started their meetings told him when and where they'd meet up but he couldn't complain, what was there to complain for the person he'd been unknowingly yearning for ever since they were kids was with him, and wanted to be with him wanting was enough, for him it was enough.

that was until Axel confessed to liking him and wanting could no longer be enough

then a few months after their high school graduation Axel called or at least axels phone number called him what greeted him was not his boyfriend but his boyfriend's mother finding out about their relationship and forbidding Axel and Khiro to never talk to each other other again, he could hear Axel crying in the background 

but before he could say anything she hung up and he was left there standing in his new dorm room 100 miles away from Axel, and that was how their relationship ended

trespassing on this school was all in hoping he could see him again, how foolish of him, risking everything he worked hard for the past few years, his acting career, his public image all of it just for a slim chance he could see Axel, now out of all the things he did in the past hour this one is what makes him feel like he's actually sixteen again, risking all of it for Axel, willingly dropping the things he needed to do for him

"Excuse me?" a deep voice echoes through the rooftop and he tenses when he hears it 'shit whom the hell would go to the school at 4:30 in the morning' he thought for one second before remembering teachers existed, he quickly stood up and brushed his pants his back turned to whomever the person was, he was quickly making up reasons he was there and who he was but it all died on his throat when he turned around

Green eyes greeted him. They seemed to be as shocked as he was.

"...Khiro?"

He couldn't say anything too busy admiring the person in front of him it was Axel, of course, it was Axel, he had changed the shape of the glasses he wore, he had grown his hair it's tied in a low ponytail, he had eyebags now, he has a teacher id and writer there bellow his name 'Math teacher, he was wearing a turtle neck and a cardigan, and now the sun was rising and it made him look like he was glowing—he was beautiful

"Axel," he says a breath too late, Axel has already started running down the stairs 

"Wait!" he shouts as he runs after Axel, they don't get far they are halfway down the stairs when Khiro reaches Axel, Khiro holds axels hand, and before he can say anything Axel starts apologizing "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," axel said with a shaky voice his head down in what seemed to be shame his fists balled in frustration 

Khiro's mind gets loud as the memories all come flashing back, his focus still on Axel but his mind elsewhere buzzing with anger then sadness they kept switching back up until—"Khiro, I'm so sorry" Axel murmured his fists clenched on his side and there khiro realises axel is shaking, and without knowing why he finds himself hugging axel, not tightly it can actually barely even be considered a hug, there's no closeness his arms aren't actually wrapped around axel, his arms are just hovering its as if his mind did something without realizing but knew in itself that he shouldn't 

And they stayed like that for a while, his mind going back to the buzz it was a while ago trying to figure out why he did that, why he's still doing it, and why he let go. He sees Axel open his mouth maybe to say that he should get away from him, and as he's about to apologize he hears people talking near where they are, he feels Axel push him his face turns "leave" Axel say as he looks at where the sound comes from, his hands fall to his side

"Axel-" 

"Please leave," Axel asked pleadingly his voice gentle but firm, he took one look at Axel before nodding and slowly he says "Okay, Axel I just wnat you to know I-"

"Please, I'm begging you to leave" 

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[unofficialarchives]

John: "It's worth noting before I begin this recording formally, that the person sitting in front of me-"

Sam: "Ehh Person is such a strong word. I wouldn't necessarily call myself that any more."

John: "Noted.. Has no eyes. But rather, a set of mouths where their eyes should be."

Sam: "Is there a problem with that? Personally I think it makes me quite fetching, though if it bothers you I suppose I could understand that."

John: "My opinion on that matter is irrelevant, you came here to give a statement..did you not?"

Sam: "More or less."

John: "Then by all means, please feel free to start at any time."

Sam: "Well, then I suppose we should start with how I got mixed up in this mess, hmm? Back when I was about 12, My parents discovered I walked with a limp. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that one of my legs was exactly an inch and three quarters shorter than the other. Which, then led to a string of doctors appointments that were really quite inconsequential. But, one fateful appointment, we discovered the issue- Through the abuse my father had put me through, my hip had dislocated, relocated, and had begun to fuse to my pelvis- By the time I turned 13, I was being asked if I wanted to have hip surgery, with the odds being seventy three to thirty seven I would survive, or perish on the table. I was terrified, and angry, I had felt unsafe for so long- and after the surgery I fell into a depression. But, my mother forced me to visit with other hospital patients as part of my recovery. During which time, I met them.

An older kid, no doubt older than me at the time, in a wheel chair. Who seemed to have.. A lot of burn scars, and who radiated heat. Though, when I asked others about their abnormal temperature I got told I was bullying them or making things up. That is, until one day we were left alone for the first time. They told me 'you're right, you know. I do give off heat. It's a gift, but I don't want to share too much in case you can't handle it.' And so, our friendship was born.

They were scheduled to get out at about the same time I was, and we had hit it off quite well. I asked to swap cell numbers so we could chat after, and they happily agreed. But, on the final day of our meeting, they came to my room. walked to my room, actually. They looked rather..grim. They placed both hands on my shoulders, gently and said the following 'I don't have much time. I had to be sure before I told you, and while I'm not sure I won't have the chance to inform you over text or a call- My gifts.. Are many. But they come at a price. Not all who burn give off light.' And with that, they whispered something- over and over in many languages, whilst touching the extra curtain in my room until finally they breathed out the last two sentences, each meaning the same thing just being in my mother tongue and english. 'The lightless flame' and before I knew it, the curtain singed, and sizzled, crackled and burned- until nothing was left. Not even ash. 'If you long to know the truth, you have all that you need now. I hope to see you again soon, amongst our ranks. But if not, you're welcome to forget me. Forget this ever happened.' And with that, the lights flickered, just for a moment, before they disappeared into the nothingness. That, is how I found out about the desolation, and more specifically, my first invitation to the cult of the lightless flame. I'll pause, in case you care to.. Share your thoughts."

John: "I'm not sure I believe this, it sounds like a crock of shit, and normally I would dismiss you now. Though I admit, having heard of this.. Lightless flame before, and given your.. Features, I cannot overlook your testimony. Please, continue. And *don't* pause again. For simplicities sake, you understand"

Sam: "Of course, Of course. The precious book keeper doesn't want his time wasted. How utterly predictable of you. In any case, I suppose I'll resume then."

"I left the hospital, baffled, intrigued and perhaps a bit..frightened. And, while I was healing things improved at home. My parents were kinder, and more caring- knowing that another hospital stay would most certainly drain their wallets. But, after that..things grew..darker. Worse, in a sense. My father took an unhealthy interest in my romantic and personal life, my mother pretended to be oblivious of course- and so, in one night all of that fragile safety came crashing down. I was scared, alone, and all I wanted was safety. And I can't stress that enough, safety. At any cost. That, is when they reached out to me. Just pictures at first, somewhat akin to an intrusive thought perhaps- images of me, yelling at them, taking back my power, and then in a final act of defiance, burning the house to the ground. Whether they were inside or not in this.. Picture I couldn't say. I didn't care enough to even consider it at the time. I could taste the smoke. Feel the palpable heat of the flames licking at my skin- and yet there was no fire to be seen, and when the images stopped, I noticed no indication it had actually happened. I was.. Admittedly disappointed at this. I think that's what led to the events that happened shortly thereafter. You understand of course, I can't tell you about recruitment in full or.. It would end poorly for me. But nonetheless, I became a full fledged member of the cult of the lightless flame. I burned my house down, without checking to see if they were inside, and I-"

John: "Pardon me for interrupting, but did you just admit to murdering your own kin?"

Sam: "See? This is why I took that pause. For your commentary. Every time, people have something to say. It's always 'did you kill your parents this' or 'eating people is wrong' that. No one ever sits through it without saying something."

John: "I'm sorry, did you just-"

Sam: "Yes, more on that later if I feel so enthused. Back to my statement, Archivist. I relished in the destruction and desecration. In the power I now held. I vowed I would never feel unsafe again. And for a while, I didn't. After all, who could threaten someone who wielded the power to roast you? Quite literally. But then.. I met the family of one of our targets. A little girl, maybe 6 or 7 years old. Crying, terrified of the burns spreading across my skin. Equally as terrified when they melted away, much in the way that candle wax does. I think.. That was when I started to question what we were doing. What I was doing. And why. I came to realize that, my safety was assured, but that the safety of others was the problem now. I was going to create more families like this one unless something changed. So I left the cult, and headed out in search of greener pastures as they say. That, is where I had an encounter with someone simply..beautiful. She was unnaturally tall, and thin, but her features were so unique. She never opened her mouth to speak to me, but the offer she made was clear- 'Would you like to be beautiful too?' She reached down, and caressed my cheek. 'You can be remodeled, into a form you would much prefer, if you only come with me, my dear~' her touch was cool, like water, but calming and comforting at the same time, and her voice.. Oh her voice..though I do my best to imitate those I've spoken to I'll never get it right. So I went with her. Of course I did. And look at me now" [Sam smiles, all three mouths pulling into a sickening grin] "I'd say I'm just about as beautiful as I could be." [There's a few moments of silence]

John: "Is..that the end of your statement? There's nothing else you wish to share?"

Sam: "More or less, I'm finished."

John: "Then what, pray tell, was the point of your statement? You've given me plenty to look into, sure but none of these things are particularly.. Of interest. Frankly, I'm not even sure all of it is true."

Sam: "Bold words, Archivist. I like you, and I'm rather grateful for having gotten to meet the infamous Johnathan Sims before I meet my inevitable end, so I'll share this, and abstain from following through how I normally would when someone dares question my honesty; I am but a cog in a bigger machine. We all are. Even you." [Some sounds of pain escape their mouths at this point] "..Going to die anyways, might as well say something. Good luck, book keeper. May your fate be kinder than my own." [The chair scrapes against the floor, and we hear a door close.]

John: "Well, that was..certainly an eventful statement. I suppose I..should keep this on file despite my concerns about it's Authenticity. I'd like to have as much of this researched as possible, but in the meantime, this is the end of the statement given by one Sam Robinson. End recording."

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hello, excuse me if this makes you uncomfortable but my birthday is September 14 and I have very few friends and therefore I did not receive congratulations or gifts, could I please ask for something with drarry and scorbus? something like Harry and his children living in the manor anda Lucius and Narcissa still alive, I know it's out of your comfort zone and if you can't or don't want to then sorry for the inconvenience🥺😖

Scorbus

Hello friends, First thing- Happy birthday to the nonnie who requested this. Second thing- Yes! For your birthday and for the other lovelies who have requested Scorbus, I will write one (1) Scorbus fic. I will do my best but I've got to be honest- I don't have any real feelings about Scorbus (I don't read much of it and didn't enjoy The Cursed Child). So we'll have to see how it turns out.

cw: talks about hospice care and future death (not of a main character- we're talking about Lucius, no death will take place in the fic) without further ado, here's the best take I can give you. <3

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"But Daaad," Albus whined, "I don't want to go!"

"I know, bud," Harry replied, instantly regretting calling his 15-year-old 'bud', as he helped Lily find her bag.

James came in and flopped on Albus' bed, "It's just because he-"

"Shut up!" Albus shrieked, pouncing on him and smothering him with a pillow.

"Boys-" Harry started even as the boys started screaming and wrestling and Lily started to cry about not being able to find something. "Enough!" he shouted, casting a shield charm between the boys. "All of you," he said, "Let's just take a breath."

"But-" multiple voices rang out.

"No buts," he interrupted. "Deep breaths. Right now."

(Read more below the cut)

Everyone glared at him but at least they stopped talking.

"Okay," he said, "James, please stop intentionally trying to bother your brother."

Albus stuck his tongue out at him.

"Al, please finish packing. Lily, your straightener is in the bathroom under the sink."

They let out a collective groan.

"Look guys," he said. "I know. I know it's hard when I have to go to work. I know being in a house where someone is about to die is difficult. But Draco is a good friend and if I can help Lucius pass on, I need to do it. Okay?"

All of his children nodded sullenly.

"Besides," he added, "The manor is huge. You won't even have to see Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. And," he said, smiling at Albus, "Scorpius will be there. I'm sure he'll be glad to have a friend, yeah?"

Albus rolled his eyes and just muttered, "Can you get out so I can pack, please?"

With a sigh, Harry nodded and left, thinking for the thousandth time that single parenting was really fucking hard.

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He hadn't expected this to be his life. Harry had expected that he'd join the aurors or that he'd go on to be a quidditch player.

Working as a hospice care healer had never been in the plans. But there was no denying that he was good at it; he wasn't grossed out by all of the ways that bodies failed as a person began the process of dying. He didn't mind the late nights and early mornings. He actually usually enjoyed listening to stories from his patient as they reflected on their lives. And death didn't bother him. He'd spent nearly twenty years in this profession, he was good at his job, and he liked it.

Still, as he stood looking at the Manor, nerves that he hadn't felt in years settled in. He couldn't be sure if it was because the Manor still gave him the creeps all these years later, if it was because it was Lucius Malfoy and they'd never had the best of relationships, if it was because he was anxious about how Draco would handle his father's death, or something else entirely.

"Let's go," Albus snapped, impatient and anxious.

He nodded once and stepped up onto the top step and rang the door bell.

Draco opened the door, looking exhausted.

"Hey," Harry said softly, aching to hold him, to take him into his arms and hide him away from the rest of the world and all that was happening to him.

But they didn't do that. Not in public, not where anyone could see them including their families. Maybe especially their families. "Hi," Draco replied and Harry knew he was wishing for the same thing. "Thanks for coming."

"Of course," he said because there hadn't really ever been a choice. He loved Draco and he would do anything that would help make this easier. "Let me just get these guys settled in and I'll check in with your dad, okay?"

He nodded, "I have you guys set up in the West wing," he said as he started inside, "I know this is probably not the way you were hoping to spend your summer hols-" Draco started.

"It's okay," Lily said, falling into step beside Draco. "I'm sorry about your dad," she added.

"Thank you," he replied.

And Harry smiled, if nothing else, he and Ginny still agreed it was important to raise their kids to practice kindness.

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It was a long day. The first day at a new job almost always was, lots of intake paperwork, lots of working to make sure they had all their doses right in order to keep their patient comfortable, and inevitably lots of input from the patient's family.

By the time Harry had gotten everything set up and diagnostic spells and alerts in place, Lucius was sleeping comfortably in the hospice bed, Narcissa on the cot beside him.

Only Draco remained awake, watching Harry work from the sofa in the corner.

When he finished he nodded to the door and Draco followed him out. "You okay?" he asked softly once the door closed.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" he whispered.

"Yeah, love," he replied, giving Draco's hand a quick squeeze. "Of course."

Draco nodded once and led the way through the halls to a different wing entirely. He opened the last door on the left and let Harry in first.

Harry looked around curiously. He'd obviously seen Draco's room in his own home but not the room he occupied when he stayed at the Manor.

"It's actually not the room I stayed in as a child," Draco informed him as he made his way to the drawers to pull out two pairs of pajamas. "It gave me nightmares," he said, "after everything in this awful house."

He hummed, "It must be hard," he said gently, slipping into the comfortable clothes Draco had tossed him. "A lot of trauma wrapped up in an already challenging event." He folded down the covers and climbed in, making a space for Draco so he could curl up in front of him.

"Harry?" he asked once he'd settled back against him and pulled Harry's arm snug around his waist.

He hummed, pressing a kiss to the smooth, soft skin of Draco's neck.

"Do you think you might want to tell our families about us?"

Harry froze, "Do you think you might want to tell our families?" he asked.

"I asked first."

"Personally," Harry said, "Yes. I would like that. I don't like keeping things from my kids and you're," he swallowed. It was silly to be nervous, he'd said this before, but he couldn't help the surge of adrenaline. "I love you, Draco. You're important to me. But the real question is do you want to tell them? You dad-"

"My father is a bigoted arse," he snapped. "And yes he is dying but Harry you make me so happy and I just," he sighed. "I don't want to keep it a secret anymore. If he hates it, he hates it but I don't want him to go from this life thinking that he got to control mine."

Harry didn't quite know what to say.

"I'm awful. I know. I-"

"Draco," he said, squeezing him a little tighter, "I wasn't judging you. I don't think you're awful. Grief and death affect us all differently. If that's what you want, let's do it."

"Let's tell our kids first."

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Harry called a family meeting the next day after he'd check on Lucius and they'd done a bit of exercise and gone for a walk.

In retrospect, this might not have been the best thing to call it. Family meeting had never had the best associations and the last one they'd had was to tell the kids that he and Ginny were getting a divorce.

His kids were cagey, Scorpius was withdrawn, and Draco was honestly a bit erratic.

"Okay," he said, smiling at the room, only Lily smiled back. "So we," he said pointing back and forth between him and Draco, "have some news."

"Oh Salazar, please no," Albus whispered.

Harry gave him the look the one every parent had perfected by the time their child was three. "It's good news," Harry said.

"We're together," Draco blurted.

James barely looked up from his book as he said, "Called it."

Lily said "Like together-together?"

And Albus promptly burst into tears, fleeing the room.

"Albus!" Scorpius shouted, jumping up and chasing after him.

Harry and Draco looked at each other. "Maybe he thought that Ginny and I would get back together someday?"

James rolled his eyes, "That's not it. He and Scorpius are like," he waved a careless hand, "a thing."

Draco's eyes widened.

"Oh," Harry said. "And no one could have said something about this before?"

James shrugged, turning the page, "I tried to say something yesterday and you told me to shut up."

"I did not use those words," Harry said.

"Yeah, but that's what you meant."

Harry opened his mouth to argue, he was careful about his words, never wanting his kids to feel like they were unloved and unheard.

"It's fine, dad," James said, waving him off, "You should talk to Albus."

He was right, they really did need to talk to Albus and Scorpius.

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When they found them, Al and Scorpius were sitting together on one of the swings and Al was still crying.

"Alright," Harry said, transfiguring a couple of sticks into chairs. "Let's talk about this."

"You're the worst," Albus shouted at him. "It's like you're intentionally trying to ruin my life without even knowing you're doing it."

It took everything in Harry not to point out the fallacy in that logic. Draco, too, if the sharp intake of breath was anything to go by. "Could you tell me more about why you feel that way?" Harry asked, gently squeezing Draco's thigh.

"Because he thinks you're going to ask us to break up," Scorpius said, biting his bottom lip.

"And even if you don't, everyone's going to think it's weird," Albus said, a hiccoughing sob escaping.

"Think what's weird?" Draco asked.

"If you guys are dating and we're dating," Scorpius said.

Harry nodded, "I think I understand," he said. "But honestly, guys, we're not going to ask you to stop dating and it doesn't really matter what other people think."

"Easy for you to say," Albus sniffled, "You're Harry Potter. Everyone already loves you."

"I agree with you dad," Draco said, "other people's opinions are irrelevant. It's not as though you were raised together or anything like that."

"Well everyone already hates you anyway," Albus snapped, "So why would it matter?"

"Albus," Harry warned, "Apologize."

"No, it's alright," Draco said. "I used to be a lot like you, you know," he said. "I used to really care about what other people thought and how they felt."

"What changed?" Scorpius asked curiously.

"Your mum, actually," he said, with a little smile. "She helped me to look at myself and see who I really was, not the person that people believe me to be. She helped me to recognize that other people didn't define me, I did." He shrugged, "At the end of the day, if I chose to listen to them I was still the one defining myself that way."

"That," Albus started, wiping his nose on the back of his hand, "Makes sense."

"Good," Draco said, nodding once.

Harry squeezed his hand, "Right, well, congratulations, you two. Please be sure if you decide to make things physical you talk to one of us about protection spe-"

"Dad!" Albus shrieked, covering his ears. "Shut up! Shut up! Merlin save me."

Draco laughed, attempting to stifle it with a cough and failing in Harry's opinion.

"I'm just saying," Harry said, holding up his hands in defeat. "We should probably have this conversation at some point."

Albus shook his head and Scorpius had turned as red as a beet.

"Well. I'm off, then. Back to work," Harry replied.

Draco took his hand, "I'll walk you," he offered and they headed back to the house.

"Well," Harry said, once they were a good distance away. "That was unexpected."

"Was it, though?" Draco asked. "The way Scorp talks about Albus," he trailed off. "Well, let's just say he reminded me a little too much of me at that age."

"Had a crush on me that long have you?"

He laughed, "Longer. My father was just too bigoted to take my ramblings for what they really were."

Harry leaned over and pecked his cheek, "Well, I after that, I think that telling your parents will be a piece of cake."

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Dean Winchester: Change is due

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Pairing: Dean W. x Reader

Pov: Reader

Warning: Fighting, Swearing, fluff, angst, Dean being a douchebag, guilt.

Summary: What about talking instead of fighting.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/n- This is for band-pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge. This makes me sad, but whatever.

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The drive to the bunker was quiet. The rev of the engine. The downright scariness of the way that all I could hear was the passing of other vehicles on the road. That sound too eventually stopped as the driver back to the bunker was much longer than originally anticipated.

Dean had a temper like nobody's business. The temper of a wild dog, or maybe it was a wild bear. Regardless Dean's temper was downright scary most times. But then again most times that temper of his was never directed towards me.

Yes between miniature fights, and getting annoyed with each other fights did occur, but nothing too bad. You see, three years into hunting and now living with the famous Winchesters. I had fallen deeply for Dean Winchester.

Falling for someone is an already dangerous game, but falling in love with a Winchester. The most hunted after, hunters of them all that was a dangerous game to start playing.

I played the game regardless. Can you imagine falling for someone so much that your worlds just connect so well? Like amazing jigsaw puzzle pieces. Or maybe falling in love was like finally figuring out the correct word in a crossword puzzle.

Like Forrest says "Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're going to get." I would have never been able to tell you that when I was a little girl playing in my room running around in the pure white dress that I would one day grow up kill the monster that haunts this earth, and fall for the most righteous man, the fallen soldier, the best hunter I had ever met.

Could you imagine a six-year-old, coming up to their parent and saying that one day they'd fight monsters, and fall in love with the greatest monster hunter of them all. In your dreams.

Life with the Winchesters was most of the time pandemonium. Life with them was like living in the thunder dome. Like driving on the icy roads and hoping that you don't fall off the cliff. But life was calm sometimes, being able to have a half-assed normal life was good for all of us.

Sam was the best brother a person could ask for. The best friend a person could ask for. I think the moment I met the Winchesters, Dean and I were like magnets dragging each other together. Slated to be together for the rest of our lives, soul mates if you will.

This last hunt was nothing like we had ever dealt with before. So many children had been killed. I had put myself in the way, getting hurt instead of letting more children get hurt. A natural mother... or maybe just a natural instinct of a woman.

Dean, of course, was anger like normal, but usually, his anger would blow over and we'd either make-up or like the band, AC/DC says "You shook me all night long".

this night was different though. Something was off, something felt wrong. Yes, the drive was long and very fucking quiet but something in the air felt wrong. I'd like to think that I'm a tough cookie, a queen disguised as a princess.

I always think that Dean forgets that the reason he and I get along so well is that we are almost alike, in almost every way. We act the same way, love the same things, react the same way. Two peas in a pod if you will.

Dean tends to forget that when he gets angry, but comes to his sense rather quickly after, he either gets blown off, or the subject gets changed, something that he does often to Sam or me. In the situation where he knows he has no control, or where he is uncomfortable, feeling like he's being pushed into the corner.

I used to let Dean act like a douchebag. I let Dean get mad, yell, throw things, get in my face. But recently. Dean's anger has been out of this world, too much to bare, too much to handle. he almost turns into the hulk. It's like he forgets his normal manners and just wants to hulk smash literally everything around him.

How do you make someone realize what they are doing? How do you show someone how they are acting is affecting you?

Finally after what felt like days, but was really just hours of driving we pulled into the garage, the sound of the engine bouncing off of the cinderblock walls. During said drive Dean and I made eye contact once, his green ember eyes staring deep at me through the rear-view mirror. My own eyes making sure to stare at him with just the same amount of deep soul searching Dean was.

Sam steered in his sleep, the coldness of the garage and the car smell waking him from his sleep. Not a single word was said. Sam was the first one out of the car, opening the impalas back, grabbing his bags, and making a rather quick exit of the garage.

Neither of us moving from our spots. We sat in silence. A silence that's a funny word if you think about it. It the most screamed word when you're being told to be quiet. But it weighs heavy between two people.

Fighting was and has never been my style with Dean. Dean wants to yell and be an idiot then I'll let him be, but I won't go without saying my peace. I'll get up and leave if I want to. There's nothing holding me to the man, an argument is just a battle of words.

Finally, Dean moves, moves to look in the back seat. His eye passes over my figure like always. Passing by over my crisscrossed shins up to my jean-covered thighs, over my hips, up my t-shirt and flannel covered belly, up to my tall shoulders, and to my face.

The little light that was streaming into the impala's backseat. "Why?" Was all Dean said, staring at me. I chewed my lip thinking of anything to say. "Stop chewing on your lip. It's finally started to heal." Dean said.

Still, my body stuck in my crisscrossed position. I heard the creak of the impala, as I saw Dean shift from the front seat to the back seat. "I'm pretty sure that I just told you to stop doing that." He said bringing his thumb up to my lips, gently pulling down releasing my bottom lip from my teeth.

"What were you thinking?" Dean asked picking once again at the issue at hand. "I was thinking about the children," I said looking at the man next to me. It was quiet for a moment, then a heavy sigh filled the air.

"The children?" Dean said questioning me. A cocked-eyed eyebrow raised in confusion to my answer. Sometimes it's like my answer is either not good enough, or isn't the right one. "Yes, the children," I stated calmly.

"I'm getting confused here Y/n," Dean said shifting causing the smallest of creak from the old impala. "I stepped in front of the children," I said.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that but why?" He asked. This firstly is going calm, and Dean's asking questions just before assuming shit, but why does this seem odd, kinda like all of the sudden protecting the young kids isn't enough to get a few scrapes and bruises.

"Did the great Dean Winchester just ask me that?" I said now turning the tables and questioning him. "Yeah, I did." He said so cut and dry-like. "You really wanna know why?" I asked

We were still sitting in the back of his precious car. I had rested my head on the headrest, closing my eyes. Dean was just staring, it had become a bad habit of his after we got together.

"Because Dean those kids didn't deserve whatever that monster did to them. Hell, I just pulled ten kids out, you and sam pulled at ten each. Can you even imagine that, because I can. Being so scared that I can't even protect myself." I said.

Taking a deep breath in and sighing loudly.

"What are you talking about Y/n?" Dean asked, looking at me now with more intent. Wanting yearning to get to the bottom jar of worms we had so carefully opened.

"You know what ignore me, it doesn't make any difference," I said uncrossing my legs and turning to unlock the back door. I was stopped before my fingertips even grabbed onto the cold metal on the handle.

"Do you remember that promise you made me? All those years ago." Dean said, pulling me into his warm touch. His scent of bourbon and wood fell down around us. "No, I don't Dean," I said honestly confused about what I had promised.

"You promise me that whatever was on your mind you would come to me and talk about it. I know six years is a long time, but that day you promised that you've never broken that promise." Dean said while he drew small circles into my lower back.

"Tonight though right now, you're breaking that promise. You don't have to give me every single detail but just don't go walking in front of a monster because you don't know what else to do. You know that you can talk to your boyfriend right?" He said questioning me towards the end.

I only shook my head in response Dean took that as his sign to continue talking. "I just, I'm fearing that you're starting to drift away, and honestly Y/n. Honest;y Y/n I don't think I would know what to do without you." Dean said.

This is different, new, and odd. This Dean is someone who only comes out when the world is ending or the tears are about to be shed for the umpteen amount of time. This Dean, this is the Dean I fell in love with. "So make me this promise now, stay with me," Dean asked.

"Stay with you?" I asked, "Of course stay with you, I guess I just have to learn to be able to ask for help, right Dean." I said hugging him from the awkward position we had fallen into when he pulled me away from the back door.

"No more running, no more fighting alone. We do everything together now." Dean said, cupping my slightly tears stained cheek." Bumping our foreheads together in a sign of good faith you could say. I hummed and returned the favor.

Moments like this the calm, and the quiet. These were those times where I felt at home. I've realized with this job, hunting home isn't a place with four walls and a roof over your head it's about the people in your life. Make a home with the people who care about you. Make a home with the people you would fight anything to hurt, Make home able to be anywhere.

And when you can do that finally you can make home turn into love, and love into strength. Having all three makes you happier I'd like to think in the long run of things. So just "stay with me" that's all I'm asking of you, the rest we can do together.

Completed on: 05/06/2021

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Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer IV

Part 07: Crashing Down

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summary: A jarring family emergency forces you to consider the future of your relationship with Rafe Cameron.

a/n: I'm a little bit emotional about this series ending because I've had so much fun writing it! Enjoy the last part and, as always, please come share your reactions with me in my inbox. Okay, that's all from me!

word count: 2.1k words

Rafe Cameron knew how to text. He was somehow witty, charming, and hilarious all in less characters than a single tweet. Texting with most boys was like talking to a brick wall: single-syllable answers, unironic uses of punctuation, asking “What are you wearing?” before even listening to how your day went. Though, to be fair, Rafe had asked that same question a few times, which always earned him a sarcastic answer in return. Well, except for that one time.

You’d been forced to spill the beans about your dreamy summer romance to Alice and Kensie after one of Rafe’s funnier texts almost made you pee yourself laughing at the lunch table.

“Oh, so he’s a stud muffin,” Alice announced, peering over Kenzie’s shoulder at the photo on your phone.

“Please god don’t call anyone a stud muffin ever again Al,” Kenzie replied.

“What? The 80s are like making a comeback.”

“Yeah, not that,” you countered and Alice huffed.

“He’s totally hot though,” Kenzie said, handing the phone back to you. “And I kinda hate you for not telling us about him.”

You looked down at the picture. Rafe was kissing your check while you grinned up at the camera, the golden hour lighting made the whole thing look rather enchanting. It was your favorite picture of you and him.

“Oh shit,” Kenzie said causing you to look up from the phone. “You’re like in love in love with him.”

“What? No,” you protested. Yes, your brain corrected.

Kenzie glanced over at Alice for backup.

“Besides, I wasn’t hiding him. I just didn’t know if there was anything there to...tell,” you finished.

“I wish I had a handsome summer fling with spectacular cheekbones,” Alice sighed.

“Don’t let your boyfriend hear you saying that.” Kenzie chucked a fry off her tray at Alice who dodged it expertly.

“Oh, please. Matty knows I would dump his ass for someone who looks like a young Chuck Bass any day of the week. Gimme your phone. I wanna see the photos again y/n.”

“I seriously don’t know how you and Matthew have been together for two years,” Kenzie replied.

“Are you kidding? They’re practically made for each other,” you added.

“The phone, please,” Alice interjected. “I wanna thirst over your mans while my boyfriend is sucking up to his English teacher so she doesn’t fail him. Of course, I told him he needed to actually read Wuthering Heights and not just sparknotes it. But did he listen? No. I picked a real winner y’all,” she finished, taking the phone from your outstretched hands. “You sure Rafe doesn’t have any brothers? Not even like a half-step brother?”

So yeah, going great. Against the odds of three thousand miles, the whole thing was somehow working. Long-distance friends with benefits? Check. Well, except for those moments when that nagging feeling in your stomach came back and you’d start overthinking everything. His texts would sit, unread in your phone for days or even a whole week, slowly sinking to the bottom of your messages.

Then came the call from the Kildare Country Hospital in the early hours of a foggy April morning. You should have gone to sleep hours ago but were still up, desperately trying to cram Maria’s lines into your brain while also texting Rafe. The Sound of Music opened in three weeks and your director had already chewed you out twice for not being off-book, something about being an upperclassman and the lead, and what kind of an example were you setting for the rest of the program. Big speeches were kind of your director's thing, you learned to just ride them out.

Around 1 a.m. your phone ran with an incoming FaceTime call from Rafe. You pressed the green acccept button, a smile spread across your face as Rafe’s own filled the screen.

“Hey Broadway Star.”

“Hi Rafe.” The dim lighting of his bedroom made his feature especially striking. “What are you still doing up?”

“Can’t sleep. Plus you’re up too so. How’s the memorizing going?”

“Shitty,” you replied, closing your binder with a sigh. “I’m too tired to do anymore of it tonight anyway.”

“You know, I was thinking I could come to Oregon for your opening night?”

“Really?” The possibility of Rafe sitting in the audience made your heart race.

“Yeah, why not? I’ll ask Ward if I can borrow the plane that weekend and I bet Sarah’ll want to come too. I wanna see my girl kill it. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Rafe. You know my friends think you’re hot.”

“Oh, do they?” Rafe replied, rolling over onto his back in his bed.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Cameron.”

The home phone ran but you ignored it, much more invested in your conversation with Rafe. The second time the hospital left a message. Your Nonna’s heart had given out. The prognosis wasn’t good. She had barely any time left.

Your heart dropped as the words echoed over the speaker of the answering machine.

“Rafe,” you said, cutting him off momentarily. “I gotta go. I’ll call you back later. I gotta-” you ended the call before Rafe even had the chance to respond. You dropped your phone on the kitchen table, dashing up the stairs to your parents’ bedroom. Your father was booking a flight for your mother back to the Outer Banks minutes later.

The end had come so quickly, so unexpectedly. It was almost like that made it harder. There'd been just enough time for your mom and uncle to get to the Outer Banks, sitting on each side of your Nonna as her final breaths passed through her lungs. Now, everyone was there to say goodbye one last time. Uncle Austin and his fiancé. Your mom and dad. Both your siblings. The entire population of Figure Eight.

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Rain drizzled down from the dark, gray clouds looming overhead. It was as if Mother Nature was mourning your Nonna too, hiding the sunshine away.

Three baby ducks followed their mama into the man-made pond at the edge of the cemetery. You watched their tiny feet kick up small waves disturbing the peaceful water and the tears silently slipped down your face.

The cars were waiting to take you back to your Nonna's house for the wake. The same house with the for-sale sign now stuck in the front yard. The for-sale sign with Rose's patronizing grin that you were starting to really hate. Your dad had handled that. Listing the house. He'd handled most of the funeral arrangement's actually because your mother had been too sunken into her grief to make any decision. Sending out the invitations, picking out your Nonna's casket, choosing the flowers. Your mother clung to him during the entire funeral, weeping into his shoulder.

“Y/n?” Rafe's voice called out from behind you and you turned to see him walked toward you. He’d stood at the back of the church with his family during the funeral. You had longed for him to be sitting in the first pew next to you, to have had his hand to hold onto to ground you, but it hardly would have been appropriate. Your Nonna would have sooner risen from the dead than have had a Cameron front row at her funeral.

As soon as he was close enough, Rafe reached for you, pulling your body tight into him. Your head landed on his chest and the sobs came moments later. God, he always smelled the same. He just let you cry, holding you close, smoothing his hand over your hair.

“I know you’re selling your grandma’s house but I was thinking you could stay with me for the summer," he said as your tears began to slow. It was hard to imagine that you wouldn't return to the Outer Banks once school let out. It was the first week of May already and you could feel the tourist-attracting town waking up. But selling the house just made more sense. Your older sister was already living her life in New York, a real adult life. Next summer, you'd be moving out too, headed to college. The house would sit empty for eight months out of the year, your family couldn't keep it and your uncle certainly didn’t want it. Selling it just had to happen.

You stepped back, slipping out of his embrace. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Rafe.”

“Why not?”

“Cause we’re like Romeo and Juliet.”

“I copied Cleo’s notes for that unit," he joked, trying to lighten to damp mood. “Plus I was never a fan of Leo DiCaprio so I didn’t finish the movie either.”

“It means we’re not supposed to be together, you and me. And whenever we try, the universe rips us apart. We hurt each other.”

Rafe shifted awkwardly on his feet, clearly wanting to reach for you again but stopping himself from doing it. “But I can't lose you.”

You reached your hand out, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. “Oh Rafe, don’t you get it? You never really had me.” You stood up onto your tiptoes to kiss him just like you had the first time three years ago. Rafe barely parted his lips, kissing you back gently. Your hand cupped his face, your thump stroking over his cheek. It was a goodbye. Both of you knew it. It was an ending and this was your closure. You pulled away, your hand falling away from his face.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say the actual words. Your eyes fell to the ground. You needed to walk away now. You side-stepped Rafe but he grabbed your waist, turning you back around to face him.

“So that’s it? You’re not even gonna try to fight for us?”

“What even is there to fight for, Rafe? I’ve been fighting for us for the past four years. If we were supposed to be together that car wouldn’t have crashed into ours, I wouldn’t have fallen for Evan when I did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation at my Nonna’s funeral. What? Are we supposed to do long distance for all of college? I hardly know who I am right now. I have no idea who I’ll be in the next four years. Our future selves might not even like each other. I’m not gonna wait around for you Rafe and I would never ask you to do that for me.” You twirled the small, star charm between your fingers, a nervous habit you'd developed over the past year. His eyes dropped down to your neck momentarily and his adam's apple visibly bobbing as he swallowed his next weeks.

“You were it for me, you know. I tried to give a fuck about anyone else but I couldn’t get your gorgeous, stupid face out of my mind. I only wanted you.” Rafe paused gauging your reaction “I was falling in love with you.”

Your eyes wandered over his stoic expression. “The feeling was mutual, Rafe Cameron.”

He dropped your wrist but you both stood, not moving or saying anything. “Do you wanna walk me back to the car?”

“Yeah.” He reached for your hand, interlocking your fingers. Your other hand held onto his bicep so you walked together through the graveyard back to the parking lot.

The moment felt precious and delicate, like the fragile china your Nonna used to collect. You wondered what would happen to all that china.

Rafe placed a chaste kiss on your lips before opening the door of the car.

“I’ll miss you,” you said, the words hanging in the air meaning so much.

“Me too,” Rafe agreed.

You wanted one more kiss, one more passionate declaration of how much this all had meant but that would make leaving Rafe so much more impossible.

You climbed into the car, dropping Rafe’s hand in the process.

“See you around Cameron.” You knew it wouldn’t happen but it felt better than a goodbye.

He smiled back. “Maybe so.”

Perhaps Rafe was right and you’d both end up at a small liberal arts college in California taking the same second-year Econ class with a professor who always smelled like weed. Perhaps the stars would align and two of you would realize the universe wasn’t trying to keep you apart. It was just waiting for the right moment to show you that the love you had for each other was the soulmates, forever and ever kind of love. Perhaps you would get married and Sarah would be your maid of honor, of course. You’d buy back your Nonna’s house to raise your troubling-making kids in. Perhaps, you would find your way back and wake up each day and choose each other again and again.

Or perhaps, he'd always be your right-person-wrong-time. And, in the end, the passing days will steal away your memories of the blue-eyed boy from the Outer Banks.

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Folklore [song series]

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Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years.

Word count: 2110

[a/n: thanks for being patient with me! hope you guys enjoy this new chapter! if i forgot to tag you please inbox me]

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Age: 20

Location: Brooklyn, NY

Year: Summer 2014

Steve flopped down onto his bed, tired after today's events. Elizabeth softly laid down next to him, Steve wrapped his arm around her bringing her closer to his chest.

"Today was a day," he tiredly says.

"You okay?" She asked him.

After Bucky had left there was a sadness aura that followed Steve for the rest of the party. He had no clue what he had expected Bucky's reaction to be, but definitely not the one he got. He had even prepared himself fo a fight, he was grateful that didn't happen. He just wasn't expecting for Bucky to shut down and leave. Not even accepting his offer of having a conversation later.

He knew that Bucky just needed his space, time to think it all over. But the look on Bucky's face had Steve questioning whether or not he would ever come around.

It threw Steve off when Bucky requested that he breakup with Elizabeth. He couldn't believe his best friend would want his own happiness to suffer.

His whole life he had done everything possible to keep Bucky happy. After what Bucky and his family had to go through with his father, Steve made it his mission to never let his friend feel that way again. Granted he was only 7 when he made that promise to himself, he still kept it.

Steve had never put himself first, at least not until he had made the decision to go to school in California. He had even thought about changing his plans after his breakup with Elizabeth but he knew his parents would've been disappointed with that decision.

He had put Bucky first his entire life, what he's doing isn't selfish. Yet he can't help but feel like the most selfish person ever.

What if he was keeping Elizabeth from truly being happy? What if she just didn't want to break his heart? What if she just didn't want to break his heart during a family event? What if come tomorrow she would tell him the truth, that she was really still in love with Bucky.

He's not sure he could handle that heartbreak.

"Want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours?" Elizabeth asked, breaking Steve from his self destructive thoughts.

"I won't be mad if you still love him," Steve says, "I'd understand."

Elizabeth quickly sat up to get a look of Steve's face to make sure he was being serious. It nearly broke her to see how defeated he looked. She's never seen him so down, not even after his breakup with Peggy.

"You don't have to pretend to save my feelings," he continues, "If it meant you were happy, that's all I care about. If being with Bucky makes you happy, then please don't let me stand in the way."

"Oh Steve," she gently caresses his face, staring down at him, "I wasn't lying earlier when I told Bucky that I didn't love him anymore. And i most definitely wasn't lying when I said that I love you, because I do love you, with my whole heart. You make me happy. The happiest I've ever been. Bucky was my past. You are my now, and hopefully my future.

"If you can't see how truly great you are, then I must not be doing my job as not only your girlfriend, but you're friend," she says, "Because you make me feel special every single day. And I just want you to feel the way you've made me feel."

"It's not your fault," Steve softly says, grasping her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles.

"Growing up I've always been second to Bucky," he explains, "Everyone seemed to prefer him over me. Whether it was girls or just our friends. It was always Bucky then Steve."

Elizabeth takes a moment to think back on their time growing up. She couldn't help but feel guilty when she realized that everything Steve is saying is true.

After she and Bucky got together, Steve sort of became an after thought, not because they purposefully excluded him, it never crossed their mind simply because Steve also had Peggy at the time. But after Peggy left, Elizabeth never really got to talk to Steve about how he felt, because she got caught up in her own drama.

"Steve, I'm so sorry," she apologizes, "I should've known then about how you felt. I was so caught up in my own shit, I never realized that you could've been going through your own stuff."

"Liz, it was never your fault," he says, "You were going through your own stuff. And I had learned to suppress it. Plus Bucky was your boyfriend at the time, of course i wasn't really on your mind. Plus it's kind of my fault for allowing it to happen. I never spoke up about it. I just always went along, figuring it was better than nothing."

"Once I got to Berkeley that's when everything changed," his mood shifts a bit to a much lighter feel, "I no longer felt like the shadow of a person. I felt like my own person for the first time ever. I was able to become someone I never thought possible. I am no longer 'scrawny Steve, Bucky's best friend'. I just became 'Steve' or 'Rogers'."

Elizabeth smiled at the way Steve's eyes lit up when talking.

"I had never imagined myself leaving New York, let alone making the permanent move to California," he confesses, "As much as I love it here, California is where I feel I belong. I know you feel it too."

Elizabeth nods her head agreeing with him. She felt the same way, as much as New York was her childhood home, California was where she felt her heart aching for. Where she felt like she belonged, where she could thrive. The more she spent time there, the more it felt like home, that's why moving there wasn't a tough decision for her.

"Coming back here," Steve says, causing Elizabeth to shift back her focus on him, "It just makes me feel like that scrawny kid all over again. I feel like no matter how hard I try to shed that image, Brooklyn will never see me for who I am now, but for who I was then. Like no matter what I do I will always be 'little' Steve Rogers."

"I know you feel it too," he says looking up at her.

She did. She did feel stuck in the past whenever she came back home. It seemed like life stood still here, while outside of Brooklyn everything is moving ahead. She knows it's only because she grew up there, and had nothing to do with Brooklyn itself. Once she was in California, she got a taste of life outside of Brooklyn, and she's not sure if she would want to go back. So moving there was an easier choice for her to make.

"I do," she agrees, "It's why moving to California was an easy decision for me to make."

"I wasn't even sure I was even going to make it to California," he says.

"Why is that?"

"Felt like I was disappointing my parents," he confesses, "We had always discussed me going to Columbia as a pre-med major. That had been the original plan. It wasn't like they were forcing it on me. More like I was forcing it onto myself.

"It was the 'safer' choice, granted the longer one, but in the end it all would've been worth it. For some reason as a child I believed that was the only way my parents would've been proud of me. Regardless of the fact that they were already proud and would tell me constantly. I just put that pressure on myself."

"It wasn't until junior year that Mr. Lawson, my high school art teacher said I should apply to some art schools," he continues, "Then after I had a long discussion with the guidance counselor she agreed as well, saying I would get in no problem with whatever art field I applied in.

"I never really gave my drawing much thought. It was just something I would do. Also a career in art is not exactly financially stable, or at all stable. But I figured it wouldn't hurt to apply to a couple of schools as an architecture major. Never really gave it a second thought."

Steve pauses, "I did get into Columbia."

"Steve, no fucking way," Elizabeth gasp sitting up straighter, "I never even heard."

"That's because I only told my parents," he says, "I got the acceptance email the same day I got NYU's and Berkeley's, where I hadn't applied as pre-med, which my parents didn't know of at the time."

"Wow," Elizabeth responds feeling herself become speechless. She had only known about NYU and Berkeley. She knew about NYU because that was the plan, they, including Bucky had discussed Freshman year. Back when she was still with Bucky, and Steve with Peggy and they all had planned to stay in New York. Before life got complicated.

"When I did get the Berkeley acceptance I had to come clean to my parents about what major I applied under. I was nervous, because a part of me never told them because I was worried I wouldn't get in. So seeing that acceptance it was the assurance I needed. One that really let me know that I could actually do it. And of course my parents were proud."

"Of course," Elizabeth smiles, "They would've been proud if you had decided to not even go to school and just worked in a restaurant."

"That's true," Steve lets out a small laugh, "And I think I more so didn't want to regret the decision. Leaving home to move across the country for a career that could be unstable. It's scary."

"Do you?" Elizabeth asks.

"Do I what?"

"Do you regret it?"

"Not one bit," he smiles, pulling her back down onto his chest.

They laid there in a comfortable silence. Steve ranking his fingers on Elizabeth's arm, feeling himself grow tired.

"I hope you know you're amazing," Elizabeth quietly says looking up at him with pure admiration in her eyes, "That I think you're amazing. I think you're one of the greatest people I have ever known. And if I have to spend my entire life showing you just how amazing I think you are, I will."

Age: 29

Year: 2023

Location: Santa Barbara, CA

Elizabeth giggled as Steve carried her over the threshold into their hotel room for the weekend. He kicked the door closed as he silenced her giggles with a kiss, before placing her on her feet.

"Why thank-you Mr. Rogers."

"You're very welcome Mrs. Rogers," he smiled brightly at his new wife.

Her makeup was slowly fading, hair no longer perfectly done after a night of dancing with their close loved ones. Steve just stares at her lovingly. He ahs never seen her more beautiful and the fact that he gets to be her husband for the rest of his life, he's never felt luckier.

Elizabeth feels his eyes just on her, "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, just admiring my beautiful wife," he compliments, causing Elizabeth to blush.

"How about one more dance?" she asks.

"There's no music."

"When I'm with you there's always music," she says holding her hand out for him.

Steve pulled her to him, one hand grasped in her's, while the other lay on her lower back. Elizabeth's head rested on his chest, with Steve's chin softly resting on the top of it.

"You know I think you're amazing," Elizabeth says as they sway softly in each other's arms.

"You might've told me once or twice," he responds.

"Get used to it because I'm going to be telling you that for the rest of our lives."

"Nothing I want more than that," he kisses the top of her head.

"If you'd asked me to runaway with you to join a circus, I would in a heartbeat," she says.

"Oh really? If I lose my job, and having nothing to show for, you'd still be there?"

"Right next to you baby, every step of the way," she says looking up at him, "Plus you won't have nothing to show. You'll have me. You'll have us. With me by your side I'll make sure you never not know how much you mean to me."

"You've made me believe in love again when I thought it wasn't possible. You've made me love myself in a way that I didn't think were possible. You make me a better human being by just being you. I love you Steve, more than anything.

"So if everything were to go to shit, as long as I have you that's all I need. I'll be there reminding you every single day just how special you are to me."

"I love you," Steve smiles as tears fall from his eyes.

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Cyro meeting Lemon Monster for the first time - Lemcy fic

⚠️WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: OC X CANON, VIOLENCE, CUSSING, KISSING, CRINGE⚠️

Character colors

Blue - Boyfriend

Red - Girlfriend

Green - Pico

Pink - Cyro

Orange - Lemon Monster

The night was still young, the stars shine brightly throughout the night sky, the full moon also gave a brilliant light that made the night seem less dark. Pico, Girlfriend, Boyfriend, and Cyro were having as friend's night out, just the four of them. They generally used their time in the night to goof around and have fun, visiting parks, getting ice cream and just messing around with each other.

As the night grew they decided to sleep over at Pico's place for the night, Girlfriend told her parents about it so they wouldn't panic if Girlfriend didn't get home tonight. On their way to Pico's house Pico noticed the mansion that Girlfriend's parent's had owned, the same one where Bee and Gee met the spooky kids Skid and Pump.

"Ayo, Bee, ain't that the same house you met those kids in?" Pico asked Boyfriend. "Hrm?" Boyfriend looked over and noticed the house. "Oh yeah, it is, what about it?" "Well ain't it also the same house where you told me you like dissed a weird lemon headed monster thing?" Pico added. "Uhh...y-yeah...? Where are you going with this Pico?" Boyfriend asked slightly nervous of what Pico's intentions could've possibly been...

"Well, it's been a long ass time since I had a good scare, not even Cassandra's stupid ass could scare me, you said the guy was genuinely terrifying, I wanna be the judge of that shit!" Pico exclaimed. "DUDE! ARE YOU FUCKIN INSANE? THAT FUCKER WANTED TO EAT ME AND BAE!" Boyfriend responded with a shocked screech. "Dude come on, how bad can it be for me? Besides, Gee can't die remember?" Pico tried to remind Boyfriend. "But he was still fucking creepy, even for a dearest like me." Girlfriend admitted.

"For real?" Pico asked, astounded by Girlfriend of all people admitting that. "Yeah dude." "Well if that's the case, i think it's about time you introduced me to him!" Pico chuckled. "DUDE NO! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! PLUS WHAT IF CYRO GETS HURT?!" Girlfriend states to Pico, obviously not happy that he would want to do something this reckless and life threatening. Pico looked at Cyro and felt bad that he almost forgot that they were there..."Well...you guys know I'll shoot up anything hostile." He responds bluntly. "Come on, it'll be worth it, i wanna meet this fucker" Girlfriend and Boyfriend looked at each other and then looked at Cyro for their input.

"o-o-oh uhm..." Cyro was taken aback by the situation being suddenly focused around them. "Do you think you'll be able to handle this shit Cy?" Boyfriend asks the alien in a gentle tone, as to not put more stress on Cy. "w-w-well i-i m-m-mean uh...i-i guess it sh-shouldn't b-be too b-bad if P-Pico is the o-one protecting us..." They replied quietly but not too quiet to where Bee and Gee couldn't hear. "You sure?" "I-I'm p-positive! P-Please don't w-worry about m-me too m-much!" Cyro reassures the two. Bee and Gee look at Cyro for a while and sighed. "Alright just...stay close to us alright?" Cyro nods in response.

Girlfriend finally responded to Pico "Okay, fine we'll go in again..." Pico cheered. "HELL YEAH! LES FUCKING GO!!!" Pico screamed out in joy as he immediately darted towards the mansion and wasted no time to get in, the other three followed but not as enthusiastic as Pico, they were more reluctant if anything, especially Girlfriend...

The inside of the mansion felt as dead and haunted as the first time Girlfriend and Boyfriend went inside it together for the first time. "I still hate looking at the inside of this hellscape babe..." Boyfriend shuddered. "Me too honey bun..." "Awe come on you guys are pussies!" Pico giggled. "EASY FOR YOU TO SAY MAN, YOU FUCKING KILLED A HUGE ASS ALIEN WHEN WE WERE IN FUCKING SCHOOL!" Boyfriend screeched at Pico in anger only making Pico laugh more. Cyro was shaking like a leaf, clinging tightly onto Girlfriend's red dress. "Y-You okay Cy?" Girlfriend asked, worried about the shivering alien. "i-i-i-i-i'm g-g-g-good..." Cyro whimpered silently.

"Okay this was obviously a bad idea, I'm pretty sure this place alone is gonna make Cy have a huge panic attack.." Boyfriend sighed but was cut off by Cyro. "N-N-NO! I-i-i-i-i'm okay, i-i promise...i-i-it's j-j-j-just c-c-cold here..." "You sure Cy?" Pico asked, concerned as well. "Y-Yeah...t-trust me g-guys i-i'm fine!" The alien tried their best to reassure the three, which only resulting in Pico, Bee and Gee sighing in unison, they couldn't just back out on this so quickly...right...?

After some time of exploring the mansion, it did take some time for Pico to get genuinely spooked by the place... "Wow...y'all weren't fuckin around..." He chuckled nervously. "This place is creepy as fuck...why do your parents even own this place to begin with Gee?" Girlfriend shrugged "I don't know man, sometimes they don't even make sense to me..." She responds. "Wait, so you admit your scared then?" Boyfriend asks with a slight giggle.

"WH-WHAT?! N-NO?! I AIN'T FUCKIN SCARED BEE!!" "Ya sure Pico?" Boyfriend giggled even more. "Your sure acting like your scared!" "THERE'S A FUCKIN DIFFERENCE WITH BEING SCARED AND BEING CREEPED OUT YOU FUCK NUT, GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK ASS HEAD!" "Okay but your stuttering, your clearly pissing yourself dude." "NO I FUCKIN AIN'T!" "Yeah you are!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Pico screamed. And thus, an argument began with the two boys, Girlfriend sighed. Some things never really do change, do they? Cyro looked away from the arguing boys only to be met with an odd looking shadow in the distance. "h-h-h-huh?"

"g-g-guys...?" Cyro tried to get everyone's attention but they couldn't be heard over Boyfriend and Pico so they had to try again "G-Guys?" Still not being heard over, so Cyro took a deep breath and reluctantly scream to get their attention. "GUYS!" With them finally being heard all three of them turned their heads to look at the quivering alien. "Is something wrong Cy?"

"u-uh y-yeah, WHAT TH-THE FUCK IS THAT?!" The alien screeched in terror pointing at the lemon shaped shadow that was hiding behind a door. "What's wh- oh...oh no..." "B-B-Bee...?" "What the fu..." The shadow suddenly had a visible smile and finally spoke. "Well, well, well~ what do we have here~? A three course meal~? How thoughtful of you all~!" The voice was deep, soothing, and mesmerizing. The creature slowly opened the door and stepped out.

As seen through the shadow it had a yellow, lemon shaped head, it's eyes were huge with wide pupils within them, it's teeth were uncomfortably crooked, it's neck was a velvet red and the rest of it's body was a pitch, raven black, it had two fingers on each hand, and it had only two toes on each foot. The creature was very tall in compared to the four other beings within the room, it towered over all of them.

"It has been quite a long while since i have seen you two~! And i see you've brought that little schizophrenic ginger friend of yours~! And-" the monster paused to look at Cyro behind Girlfriend, still scared out of their mind. "Well now~! Who's this little friend of yours~? They look rather...appetizing~ in more ways then one if i must be so bold to say~!" He said, attempting to slowly approach Cy but was stopped by Girlfriend. "Don't go near them...O R E L S E . . ." She warned it with a growl, which only made the lemon headed monster roll its eyes in annoyance. "And you still don't know how to not be so RUDE..." The monster growled.

"Better not try jack shit bitch, i know how to use this thing." Pico aimed the gun towards the monster which only made it boom with laughter. "You think a puny little weapon like that scares me? How adorable~!" It chuckled before lunging at Girlfriend and attacked her which made Pico start firing bullets at the creature, and Cy ran as fast as they could into an empty hallway. Boyfriend stood still, he didn't wanna engage in the violence, he didn't sign up for this shit man...

After the monster and Girlfriend fought, monster while doing a number on Girlfriend decided that enough damage was done and went after Cyro. Pico and Boyfriend, instead of knowing Girlfriend can easily heal, and going after the monster and making sure he doesn't hurt them, went to Girlfriend to see if she was okay, Cyro was sobbing and whimpering while running, wanting to be home right now and not here.

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! I KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA WHY DID I TRY TO LOOK BRAVE FOR EVERYONE HHHH!!!!" The alien screamed internally and wished that they were just honest so that none of this would be happening right now, after some running they found themself in a dead end, and what was worse is that they could hear the monster's footsteps. "NONONONONONONONONONO PLEASE PLEASE OH PLEASE I DON'T WANNA DIE, WHY ME, WHY ME. WHY ME!!!" As much as they hated themself, but they were still terrified of dying, especially like this...

The monster got closer and closer until he was visible again which only heightened Cyro's anxiety, their heart was pounding through their chest and their breathing was rapid, they could barley think straight at all. "There you are my dear~!" The monster cooed. "p-p-p-please leave m-m-me alone..." They whimpered quietly. "Oh don't worry dear~! I won't kill you~! Will i possibly hurt you? Maybe, but then again..." He got closer to them and pinned them against the wall, he slowly put his two fingered claws against their face, and caressed their face gently.

"I would feel guilty if i caused any sort of harm to an adorable and beautiful creature such as yourself~!" It whispered in their ear making Cyro blush deeply and shudder they were so confused by this behavior. "You know, i normally don't have such feelings for prey...but you...your different..." The monster explained to Cyro. "wh-what d-do you m-mean...?" "I mean what i mean my sweet cherry cake~! Your seem like such a delicate creature~!" The monster slowly moved it's claws under Cyro's chin and began to rub the bottom of their chin gently. Cyro couldn't help but purr at the sensation.

The monster chuckled at Cyro's purring, they were so adorable. "Perhaps i won't eat you~ your so sweet, I'm afraid that if I eat you, I'll get a cavity~!" The monster joked. Cyro didn't respond, they only continued to purr at the monster rubbing their chin, until he took his claw away from their chin which only made them whine. "wh-why'd y-you st-" they were interrupted by the monster giving them a soft and gentle kiss on the lips, which surprised Cyro at first, but they slowly sunk into the kiss and kissed the monster back. There was some time before they broke away from the kiss, Cyro panted softly while looking at the creature

The monster chuckled. "While i would love to keep you, i fear that i have aggravated your friends enough, so unfortunately this will be goodbye for now, but i will be back soon, my little prey, until we meet again~!" The monster whispered to them beore giving them a kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the shadows again. Which only left Cyro in confusion but at the same time, they felt like they've fallen in love again.

After some time Pico, Boyfriend and Girlfriend found Cy, fortunately for them Cyro was okay, and the four of them darted out of the house as soon as fucking possible. Cyro never really forgot about that day ever since...

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[bbq-hawks-wings]

Enji doesn't realize he's adopted Hawks until he has a nightmare about protecting his (5) kids & Hawks is one of them. He tries to tell himself that dreams aren't meant to be taken seriously but he can't deny it after a week of worrying & feeling oddly affectionate towards the kid. He doesn't know how to handle it especially on top of his family issues. But it slips in when he starts to get overprotective in the field. Hawks is taken aback by the changes. In the midst of Hawks dealing w/his own

issues w/his parents Enji acts w/out thinking & puts a comforting hand against his head. It's the same gesture Hawks has seen Enji give (or attempt to give) his kids. Both realize the parental gesture at the same time. Hawks has no idea how to deal w/the sudden change in their dynamic. Everyone thinks Enji did something bad because neither knows how to approach it. Hawks tries to switch to his happy facade out of habit but Enji calls him out on it because he knows it's fake. Rei & the others think its time to finally talk about their unspoken adoption. Hawks is just so uncomfortable the whole time because he's not used to people wanting him & he's not sure what he should do. Rei tells him to take time to think about it but not to push them away. No one bothers him at dinner but he's still trying hard to comprehend being accepted into a family. 

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He lies awake that night in his own bed, at his own apartment, wondering what to do with these feelings. They’re not bad feelings, per se - just uncomfortable. He doesn’t hate them or not appreciate them, but he just doesn’t know what to do when he feels them. He doesn't know what to do with a father figure raising a hand to him in a sign of affection and comfort for his emotional struggles. He's doesn't have a memory of a mother who lovingly smiled at him, held his hand, and excitedly told him she packed his favorite things in his lunch because she knows he has a lot to do that day. He's always dreamed about it, but now that he has it-?

His breath hitches. He has it now? If he does, why does it not feel as good and magical as it's supposed to? Why isn't his heart full of sunshine and butterflies like it should be, and why does thinking about it leave him nauseated and dizzy? He remembers those rare, lonely nights in a room as a tiny boy just wishing someone would hear him crying after a nightmare, come through the door and hold him until he felt safe enough to fall back asleep. Now he has people willing to offer as much at the slightest hint he might want it, and all he wants to do in response is shrink away.

He feels like he's done something wrong - he doesn't belong here! This isn't his family. They left him behind a long time ago. He isn't their son or their brother. He can't replace Touya.

He frowns at the memory of Touya's picture in the family butsudan. It was surreal at how different the feelings and memories of the boy was among members of the family, and he felt so out of place that despite technically having met that person the boy in the photo was a complete stranger. He never told the family he overheard their conversations about not knowing whether or not to take it down the photo or to keep performing the daily rituals after truth about Dabi came to light.

God help him, he really doesn't belong here.

But they want him there, don't they? He's not quite sure why - he just started showing up because of business; but eventually that became pleasure instead. Now they don't want him to leave. He also doesn't want to leave. What a mess.

"Just stay." The little voice in his head gently prods him. "This is ok. It's not bad."

He has a quick flashback to being little again and testing out his writing lessons by spelling out "Todoroki Keigo" in secret on a piece of scrap paper. Ugh, he wishes he could fold himself into a tiny piece of paper and float away on the breeze - how embarrassing. He also can't help but wonder what that same little boy would think if he knew what he knows now about the Todoroki household.

"But it's not like that anymore. They're happy. You're happy."

"Not completely." He allows himself to answer out loud, to dispell the lie. He thinks about the grimace on Natsuo's face whenever his father came up in conversation. He thinks of the tiny ticks of each family member used to things being a different way - a bad way - as they try to adjust to a new reality. Flinches, held breathes, increased heart rates - even those with the best poker faces can't hide that from him.

"That family won't ever be able to go back to the way it was."

It was quiet for a while, with just the ambient hum of the city outside his window for a backdrop when the voice spoke up again.

"...Maybe that's why they want you to stay."

He blinks. They're not the same. He's different from them, and maybe it is easier for them to be ok with that because... they're also trying to be different?

He's not sure what he's trying to tell himself, but something kind of makes sense in it. Maybe it's not a matter of him fitting into something old the way it used to be because what they're attempting to change into isn't the old thing anymore. Maybe they're not trying to fit him into an old spot to fill something that's now empty. Maybe they're making a new one for him so there's room for him to be there.

It still doesn't do anything to answer the question he's afraid to ask: why him?

He hates that question. He hates every time he has to ask it. It's never a good reason. He's either the default or the last resort. It's never been a good thing.

It's quiet again. He closes his eyes and lets the answer fly away unanswered.

"... Because they like you."

His eyes suddenly open. They like him? Well, sure, everyone likes him - even grudgingly. He makes it a point to be liked or to be enjoyable to hate. But... They do like him, don't they?

Recent memories fly into his head. Shared jokes and heckles. Smiles. Concerned gazes. Rosy cheeks and empty sake bottles around the kotatsu. Words of encouragement, admiration, and appreciation. Not remembering falling asleep after dinner but waking up to a blanket draped around his shoulders.

Maybe... Maybe they do like him.

"I don't want to go away."

God, not the water works. He screws his eyes shut at the prick in the corners of his eyes.

"I want to stay."

He can't stop the images of each Todoroki and their preferred ways to address him. Whenever Endeavor used to address him before it was short and terse; but, "Hawks" always had a note of warmth in it these days. His relationship with Rei was cold and professional at first, but now when she called to him, it was so soothing to hear knowing it came accompanied with a welcome into her home. The way Fuyumi used his name to scold him at his antics was the exact same she used for her brothers. It may have started ironically, but Natsuo refers to him almost exclusively as "Aniki" at this point, and now even Shouto occasionally says it long after the joke is over.

He takes slow, steady breathes to even himself out again and keep the tears from falling. He isn't about to call all of them liars. They don't have a reason to lie to him. They mean it when they tell him that they consider him family.

"I'm so sorry if we ever made you uncomfortable," Cool hands cup his as he recollects earlier that night, "...and it would be understandable given what you've been through. I can only hope you believe me when I say that our home is your home, and you will always be welcomed like family here because..."

"Please, I want to see them again."

Ok.

Maybe he's not ready to completely jump into this. It still feels too much like a fantasy to be real yet. He doesn't want to run away, either, though. This is something he's only dreamed of having his whole life, even if it feels overwhelming in the moment. For now, he'll just go back and take it slow. He can't necessarily pretend nothing happened, but he does want to embrace that it has even it he just has to take it one day at a time.

He can't help but give a chuckle.

Todoroki Keigo, huh?

#she speaks #let's talk hawks #she writes #i don't know what the addition is but I wanted to tack it on #thanks for sending me your writing anon! #i always try to get back to these longer asks and share them with everyone #even if it takes me a minute

[thedefinitionofendgame]

A New Adventure

Marina and Surrera (+ kids) one-shot | Rated G | Canonverse

A/N: Just some cute Marina-centric (with Surrera too ofc) fluff about graduation and moving on to a different part in life. Features Marina’s son and the Surrera trio. I love both couples and love when I think of a fic that can include both of them :) enjoy!

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You can read this work on ao3 and fanfiction.net as well

Written & cover by@thedefinitionofendgame (aka me)

The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. For April, it was surprisingly sunny and warm; there were no clouds in sight. It was perfect weather for the special event that was to take place today because in a few short hours, Maya and Carina's son would walk across the stage at his graduation ceremony. He would graduate from one part of life, and walk onward to a new adventure in life. The child they argued on conceiving for years would adjust his cap, straighten his too-big gown and put on a brave smile before stepping out for the crowd.

His three biggest supporters besides his moms, would be cheering the loudest from their designated seats in the third row, six seats in from the aisle. Non-biological cousins who were raised as his siblings because the young boy didn't have any "real" ones. He was his moms' one and only miracle. But Andy and Sullivan's kids—two girls and a boy—were all the love he needed. Emilia had done her walk years before; she was six years older than her cousin. The twins, Clara and Tanner were closer to his age, but still two years older. For their cousin’s graduation though, the trio were on their best behaviour and had put on their fanciest clothes.

Carina wiped her eyes and Maya moved a hand behind her wife's back to pat her lightly. She had tears in her own eyes yet felt the need to keep it together. Sullivan was put in charge of video-taping, as he was the least likely to get emotional and cry. Andy leaned over to Maya and whispered, "I cried when all three of their names were called."

Maya nodded. She remembered having to console her best friend about her own kids growing up before, and now it was finally Maya’s turn. She had never been prouder of her son until this moment. He had overcome so many mountains but those never stopped his short legs. He just kept climbing, more often than not with a smile on his face. Soon, people began to shush one another, as the announcer walked across the stage with a microphone in hand. The ceremony was about to begin!

“Good afternoon everyone. My name is Georgia Davis, and I am so happy you could join us today.” Pause for a polite smattering of applause. “While we know how anxious you are to watch your not-so-little ones walk across the stage, we ask for your patience as we read through their names. This is one of our largest classes yet to graduate. Let’s give our kids a huge round of applause!”

This time the clapping wasn’t forced and nearly deafened the room. After waiting for the noise to settle down, Ms. Davis began to read down her list. Maya and Carina’s son would be near the top, as his hyphenated last name gave him the alphabetical advantage. Bishop came before DeLuca in the alphabet, which was one of the reasons Maya’s last name was first on his birth certificate. For Andy and Sullivan’s kids, they had decided whose last name went first the same way; Herrera won out over Sullivan.

"Andrew Bishop-DeLuca." Maya snapped her attention back to the stage, stopping her day dream. She couldn’t believe she almost missed the moment her son walked out because she was thinking about last names of all things! The teacher smiled and began clapping. Seconds later, a young boy walked across the stage, head held proudly. He had Carina’s brown hair, blue eyes like Maya and walked just like the man he was named after. He was every bit as trouble as the late Andrew DeLuca as well, but just as kind too. Sometimes, Maya knew that it hurt Carina to watch their son embody someone Carina had grown up alongside. Though they both wouldn’t change it for the world, because their child was still unique in his own way.

"Little Andy's all grown up," the real Andy said. Maya and Carina's son had been named after Carina's deceased brother and dubbed with the nickname "Little Andy" after Maya's best friend. It fit him perfectly because some of his aunt’s fiery personality had rubbed off onto him. Whenever he sassed his moms, they blamed it on Andy.

In the middle of the stage, Andrew turned and waved at his family, ignoring the clear instructions he had been given at home to shake the teacher’s hand and not look for his moms. Everyone laughed though, and both Maya and Carina were too proud to be upset. The teacher was ready for this, and gently placed his scroll in his hands, and directed him off stage. Sullivan smiled over from his seat farther down the row; he had gotten the whole thing on video.

After Andrew’s turn, his row of supporters sat quietly and just simply watched everyone else. Georgia Davis had been right when she said this was the largest class in a while, as a total of thirty two graduates crossed the stage. When at last everyone had gone, and many parents were crying, Ms. Davis returned and thanked everyone for coming. More speeches and awards would be given out later. It was now time for refreshments and a chance to stretch after sitting for so long.

Outside, Carina was still sobbing quietly against Maya's shoulder. "We're gonna be empty nesters soon! I can't believe it,” the Italian woman said sadly.

Maya rolled her eyes. She totally supported her wife's emotions today of all days, but calling them “empty nesters” was being a little dramatic. "Babe, he's only graduating from preschool. He starts kindergarten in September, and will be with us for at least another fourteen years. We'll be okay." She had to hold in a chuckle, as she wrapped an arm around Carina.

"Only fourteen years! That'll pass in seconds! We should've had more kids!" Carina wailed, while Maya refrained from telling Carina that having Andrew almost killed her and that another child wasn't going to be possible. Like ever.

Andy sidled over and chose to make matters worse by saying, "I've only got twelve years left with the twins, in that case. And ten with Emilia." Maya's best friend looked like she was going to cry as well, and Maya couldn't handle two crying women, so she had to do something. Quickly. So she grabbed both of their hands and forced them to look at they're not-so-baby-like babies. The Fantastic Four—a cheesy nickname dubbed for all their kids—were now playing on the mini playground. Tanner, who took his role as an “older cousin” very seriously, was helping Andrew climb the jungle gym. Emilia and Clara were running around, probably scuffing up their shoes in true Herrera-Sullivan kid fashion. Sullivan was standing nearby, a grim expression on his face. He now had three headstrong women living in his house and sometimes it was almost too much to bear. But he loved them and his son more than anything else in the world.

Sullivan noticed them watching and waved, a smile lighting up his entire face when he saw his wife. Maya still sometimes wondered how her best friend and the ex-battalion chief managed to get together despite their odds at first. One look at the chemistry between them would answer all ones' questions. They were just made for each other. Sullivan was back to being Fire Chief Sullivan, a title he most definitely hung over Andy's head. Andy had finally made Captain at Station 19 four and a half years prior. Maya stepped down completely by her own accord when Carina got pregnant; having a family meant more to her than any title, now. It was a good thing she stepped down as well, because Carina was hospitalized for nearly five months and someone had to take care of Little Andy at home that entire time.

Andy waved back at her husband, and left Maya and Carina to go stand beside him. Carina was calming down, thankfully, and stared at the big, blue sky above. She rested her head on Maya’s shoulder, even though the blonde was shorter, and sighed. Maya gently reached up to wind her fingers around Carina’s curls. Her wife had once said that was calming, so Maya did it often now. They stood together, thinking about different things probably, but under one general consensus; their son was growing up way too fast. It seemed like just yesterday they were holding him together in the Labour and Delivery wing of Grey-Sloan Memorial. That was before Carina began hemorrhaging and needed lifesaving surgery, of course. But the two moms had had two peaceful hours with their new baby. Together, as a family of three. Maya had looked at her son and thought, so this is what unconditional love is. She had sworn she would love her son for whatever he accomplished, no matter how big or small. She wouldn’t push him to the point of abuse and yell at him if he came second. She would love his other mom more than the world, and make up for all the pain her parents had put her through. Speaking of her parents, Maya’s mom asked for a picture of Andrew today, as she wasn’t exactly invited to the ceremony. Technically anyone could come, but Maya had specifically told her family that it was “parents only” and just left out the fact that Andy, Sullivan and their kids had attended for Andrew. Although Andrew didn’t even care that his grandparents weren’t present; all that mattered to him were his cousins.

“Andrew, Mommy wants to get some pictures of you. Is that okay?” Maya asked, taking Carina with her as she headed over to the jungle gym where the kids were playing. Carina pulled out her cellphone and handed it to Maya, who was ready to capture whatever smile Andrew gave them. Sometimes he was silly, especially around the twins.

Maya’s reply was a fit of giggling from the kids. She raised an eyebrow at them but apparently didn’t come across stern enough. Andy ended up clearing her throat, which caused Emilia to smarten up. She prompted her siblings to listen and Tanner nudged Andrew, who guiltily turned to his mom. He was only four, though, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise that he took longer to listen.

“Do you want us in the picture Auntie Maya?” Emilia asked, gesturing to herself and her siblings.

“Of course.” Maya let them all strike a pose in front of the playground. She clicked away and let Carina try to make them laugh behind her. Sullivan put an arm around his wife, and they just watched the four kids goof off. After the candid moments of sorts, Maya did get Andrew to pose with a proper smile on his face. The twins ambled over to their parents and though they were getting too big to be carried, Andy held Tanner on her hip while Sullivan scooped up Clara. Emilia stood in front of them and they looked ready for a picture. Maya also seemed to think so, and turned the camera on them. “Smile!”

The Herrera-Sullivan’s smiled like their lives depended on it. “Want me to take pictures of you three?” Andy offered, putting Tanner down.

Maya handed her phone over in answer. “Do you want to sit on my shoulders, Bambino?” That was another one of Andrew’s nicknames, dubbed by his Italian mother. Maya was doing her best to learn Carina’s dialect but still could barely keep a basic conversation. Ten year old Emilia was better than her Auntie Maya, and Italian was just one of the four she was learning. Besides English, all the Herrera-Sullivan kids had been taught Spanish. The twins were just starting German and Italian, while Emilia was half fluent in both. It amazed Maya how quickly kids could pick up another language. Andrew was even interested in Italian, though it was mostly because the twins were learning it. He was a bit of a copycat at four years old.

Andrew held out his arms for his mom to pick him up. Maya hoisted her son over her head and he let out a giggle. Carina smoothed down his small collared shirt and straightened his pants, before turning towards the camera. They all smiled really big as Andy snapped picture after picture. As image after image was taken, Maya couldn’t help but wonder where she would be right now if she hadn’t changed her mind about kids. It had taken quite a lot of convincing from her Italian wife—plus babysitting Emilia and the twins constantly—before Maya felt like she was ready to become a mother. Craning her neck to look at Andrew now, everything made sense. Everything had worked out and Andrew was perfect. Of course Maya was being biased because he was her son, yet she couldn’t help it! It was a parent’s right to think their child was perfect even though sometimes they did things that drove them crazy.

Andrew had a habit of copying everything someone said, for either three sentences or three hours. It was very aggravating and Maya had accidentally raised her voice at him a couple times. He also refused to pick up toys—cancelling his cousins coming over was the only thing that made him do chores at this point. But those were small things and they were part of growing up. Heck, Maya knew she did things that probably drove her wife and son crazy. Maybe by the time Andrew graduated high school, their bad habits would be gone. One could only hope.

“Should we head back to our place now?” Maya asked, pocketing the cellphone Andy returned to her. The families had planned for a sleepover with all the cousins plus ice cream and more treats at home. They only lived a ten minute drive from the preschool.

The happy screams that followed were enough. Andy, Sullivan and their kids left first, giving Maya and Carina a moment alone with just Andrew. Carina didn’t say anything, but enveloped Andrew in a hug, that he returned with a smile on his face. “I’m so proud of you, Bambino. Mamma loves you.”

“Mommy loves you too.” Maya crouched down and opened her arms for a group hug. “We are both so proud of you, Andrew. We always will be. You can always count on us to love you for whoever you become.” Together Maya and Carina would fix the mistakes their own parents made and teach their son acceptance and kindness no matter what. It was only right.

Andrew pulled away from the hug and cupped his moms faces in his hands; first Carina, then Maya. “I love you Mamma. I love you Mommy.” Pause. “Now can we go eat ice cream and play with my cousins?”

Both of his moms let out a laugh. “Yes sweet boy, we can. Today is your day! Are you excited to start Kindergarten in the fall?” Maya got Andrew all buckled up and then began the drive towards home.

“Sorta. Tanner says it’s fun. Clara doesn’t like art but I like art!” Andrew informed them. “I didn’t ask Emmy yet. It’s gooder than fifth grade I bet. Uncle Sully says he’s too old to remember Kindergarten, even though I asked him.” In the front passenger seat, Carina snickered. Sullivan hated the fact that people called him ‘Sully’, especially attached to something as endearing as ‘uncle’. Jack Gibson had taught all the firestation kids what to call everyone to get under their skin just a little. Ever since Andrew had heard his Uncle Sullivan’s nickname, ‘Sully’ was the only name he used. While Sullivan was chagrined about it, Andy loved her nephew for using it to bug her husband.

From the driver’s seat, Maya replied, “I’m sure it is buddy.” In the rear-view mirror, Maya looked at her son and smiled. He was looking more like Carina every day, just with blue eyes. Carina was biologically related to Andrew, conceived with the help of a sperm donor. But he was just as much Maya’s as he was Carina’s, and shared more personality traits with her than his ‘Mamma’. He was smart and caring and worked hard for the most part; just like Maya. He was handsome and sweet and loved life, just like Carina. Though preschool graduation was big, high school graduation was going to be bigger.

Like Andy said before, in eight years Emilia would graduate high school. In twelve years, the twins would follow suit. And Andrew would bring up the rear fourteen years from now. Each time all four adults would cry and wish their babies stayed little for just a while longer. They would marvel over what the kid was like as a baby, as a child and as a teen. Comparing who they were before, and who they had become. Maya knew she wasn’t ready to think about Andrew’s future past Kindergarten, but sometimes she wondered.

Whatever he did with his life, he would be good at it. He would do his best and smile and try to get better no matter what. That was something good Maya had passed on to him. Andrew Bishop-DeLuca was a force to be reckoned with and everything he would one day overcome, would only make him stronger. Though what would never change, would be the undying love and support of his moms. Of his cousins and aunt and uncle. Friends he would meet along the way. Maybe a partner down the road. Andrew was going to love and be loved, that was something Maya was certain about. Even if he was only four years old.

The two families would cheers later, with ice cream cake forks and a small sip of champagne for the adults. They would congratulate Andrew and give him hugs and advice for the future. His cousins would tell him all they could remember about Kindergarten, and Uncle Sully would claim he couldn't remember his days in school, then come up with some crazy tale about his life that had everyone in awe but also giggling. Andy would reminisce about her own kids’ graduations in the past and those to come in the future. Carina would cry more tears and Maya would brush them away like she always did. Life would go on, and things would be okay as long as they remembered they would always have each other.

To new beginnings and new adventures with love always guiding the way.

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Emotions (pt. 10)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy reevaluates his relationship, and the both of them spiral.

Word Count: 2009

Chapter 1 • Chp. Masterlist • Chapter 11

"I can explain!"

"What the fuck was that?!" Billy yelled, freaked out.

"Billy, please calm down." You felt like you almost couldn't breathe. It felt like panic was taking over you and squeezing your heart. You really wanted to cry. What was this feeling? "Please."

He took some deep breathes and pointed at Neil. "How the fuck did you do that?"

"Please don't freak out–"

"Friends don't lie!" He shouted. You could feel your nose beginning to burn and the stinging in your eyes were starting up. "Tell me the truth!"

"Okay. Okay, um, I have powers. Like, like an ability to do something that, um, regular people can't do."

"You telling me that you're some kind of mutant?" He looked at you with an expression that he's never given you.

"No. I'm not a mutant. I was just born like this. My mother had experiments done on her and she died in labor. I, I just came out with my ability."

"And what the fuck is that ability?"

You've never felt this bad about yourself, you don't think. The way he was speaking to you, looking at you. The love of your life was looking at you like a monster. It was almost too much to handle. "Um, I can alter emotions." You squeaked.

"Emotions?" You nodded, and Billy paced around the room and ran his fingers through his hair. What if you were controlling his feelings? You could knock someone out from sleepiness, so you'd be able to do it, right? Was your whole relationship a lie? "Have you ever used that shit on me?"

"Well, once but it was an acci–"

"Get out."

"Billy I–"

"Get out!" You said nothing as you looked at his angry eyes, and walked out. You walked down the street, sobbing uncontrollably. As you walked towards the woods, it began to pour. You walked over to a telephone pole, and tried to think. Hopper's at work. Who else would you call?

It was about a few minutes until Joyce came rushing with her car. You got from the ground where you were sitting, and got into the car. "Jesus y/n you're soaking. Are you okay?"

As you told her everything she took you home and had you take a shower. She got you comfortably seated on your bed and let you listen to the radio that she got you for your birthday. She was the one who decided when your birthday should be, after all. You felt like a burden right now, and you didn't have to tell her anything for her to say that it wasn't any trouble when it came to you.

El saw this, and called Mike, who called everybody else. Jonathan drove everyone there, and soon they piled up in your room to check up on you. Everyone each got their turn to say something, whether it was helpful or not. "I knew he was a fucking piece of shit from the start." Dustin stated as they all looked at you on your bed.

"Yeah, he was a jerk anyways." Lucas said.

"Like, he just speaks out his ass most of the time." Max commented.

"Don't worry five," Mike said. "We got your back."

Jonathan ushered everybody out to talk to you. He sat on your bed while you still laid there in silence. "I called Steve. Maybe he could cheer you up." You nodded. "How're you feeling?"

"Like a monster." You sat up and rubbed your eyes, which were still puffy and red. "I just wanna be normal."

"You are normal." Jonathan said. "You just have something in you that others don't, but you only use it for good. That just makes you a good person."

"I don't want something extra. It doesn't matter how I use it. I'm either a monster or a freak."

"No, you're just y/n. The one who's always happy and nice to jerks. When I look at you, all I see is my friend." You gently smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"I'm here!" Steve said, storming into your room. "Oh my God, that asshat really did it this time." He rushed over to you, grabbing your arms. "You're not hurt, are you? Your face..." He trailed off, trying to get you to laugh at how puffy your face was.

"Yeah, well you look like you just ran a marathon and I'm not even gonna start about your hair, so I wouldn't be talking." The three of you chuckled. "Thanks for being here guys."

"Your welcome!" Dustin called out from the other room.

"Hey, dickhead, way to ruin the mood!" Steve called out.

Just then Hopper walked into the house, and looked around. "Does anyone wanna tell me why my home is a day care center right now?"

Joyce grabbed her keys with Max trailing behind. "Talk to Jonathan. I'm going to take Max to get her stuff. She's sleeping over with everybody else."

"Every– what is happening?!"

As Jonathan and Steve explained everything that happened, Joyce and Max left. When they stormed inside the house, they saw that Billy had just put Neil on the couch. He looked at Joyce. "Who are you?"

"Who am I? I'm a friend of Hopper, and a friend of y/n buster." Joyce crossed her arms and pointed at him. "C'mon Max, get your stuff."

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Billy took a step towards Max.

"I'm sleeping over at y/n's to make sure she's okay."

"Max, you don't–"

"I know about it all dipfuck!" Max yelled. "About her powers and everything!"

"Yeah!– woah, language." Joyce said.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just cause he, like, really deserves it."

"Well yeah he does deserve it and he is one, but just, y'know."

"Yeah. Totally get it. I'll watch my language next time."

"Max!" Billy yelled, stopping the bickering between the other two. "You knew?!"

"Yeah, I knew. What does that matter? She wouldn't use it for bad things. She's a good person Billy. She's been through enough cra– um, stuff, for her to become, like, a supervillain or something, but she chooses to be nice and better."

"She's admitted to using it on me before though."

"Well did you let her explain the situation?" Joyce asked, causing Billy to fall silent. "Sometimes she gets so full of emotion that it just radiates off of her. She's not used to being so happy, but you wouldn't know that."

"Don't you have kids? You're really okay with them hanging with someone who could toy with them if they wanted to?"

Joyce got close to his face and pushed his shoulder. "I'll have you know that her and her sister were the ones who helped save my son's life. It is not their fault they were born that way, and they just want to be like regular people."

"Her sister..." He trailed off.

El. Billy didn't think about her until now. It actually explained a lot of things. Her lack of speaking fluently. Her shyness. Why she wasn't in school. He thought that she was homeschooled because of past foster parents or something. But it wasn't a foster program. It was a lab. She couldn't even be a kid.

This caused Billy to think differently. He had a soft spot for El, and it made him think about you. You were once like that. You must have struggled to make complete sentences at some point. When he met you, you were pretty shy. You probably didn't know anything about anything in school, and yet somehow caught up and even excelled.

You had to learn everything from the start and work hard because of it, yet you were bullied from it. Unlike El, you didn't really find any die hard friends. You had that one guy, but felt like you couldn't be around his without bothering that girl. And now all Billy did was make you feel a hundred times worse.

"Shit." He muttered.

"Yeah, now you actually start thinking. We're gonna leave you here to think. We gotta go comfort y/n now." Joyce said. "At least Jonathan and Steve are there with her right now."

Steve. He was probably hugging you, maybe making you laugh right now. He could picture the two of you together watching TV as you were snuggled up against him, smiling. And you needed that right now, thanks to Billy. He wasn't the one you were going to right now in your time of need. Damnit.

"Have fun with your guilt asshole." Max flipped him off.

"Max."

"Okay okay. That was the last time, I swear."

As they came back, everybody had situated themselves to where to sleep. All the kids slept in El's room, Hopper insisted Joyce take the bed while he was on the couch, and Steve and Jonathan were on the living room floor, where they had put a bunch of blankets for cushion.

They all let you have your privacy tonight. As you got ready for bed, you grabbed the jean jacket that had been thrown on your chair only a week ago. Billy had forgot it, and when you put it on as a joke, he said that you should have it. That you looked cute in it.

You put it on. It smelled like him, and felt comforting like him. It made you think of the memories you have with him. You could almost feel him brush your hair away from the back of your neck, giving it loving kisses. You could almost smell his cigarettes, when he tried to kiss you, but you were quick enough to dodge it and kiss him on the cheek.

Would any of that have still happened if he had known from the start? Would he had still loved you? Maybe it was really just a lie?

Billy went to his bedroom and opened his bottom drawer. He took out the small teddy bear with a leather jacket on and cigarette in hand, which you called Damien. He opened his top drawer and took out the polaroid pictures of you. Some were just of you smiling, some had the both of you, and some were of you unaware that he was taking pictures. There were also a few naughty polaroids of you, but Billy suddenly felt like he shouldn't be looking at you so exposed, so he put those back.

He laid down on his bed, with the polaroid pictures of you spread out next to him, and with Damien in his arms. He snuggled his head into the bear, and silently cried.

Billy was never really a crier. He would get choked up sometimes when he was being vulnerable with you, but never full on cried. He always had you to make him feel better. You'd clean off the blood from his face, and put some Band-Aids on him. You even bought him a first aid kit for his car. He can almost feel you lean up to kiss his forehead, tracing your thumb over his jaw. He could remember the gentle hugs you gave, so gentle it was almost as if you were afraid to hurt him.

You never messed with his head. If you had then those crappy feelings about himself and his dad would go away, but they never fully did. Even around you, he had some anxiety that he'd mess things up. If you really were controlling him, wouldn't he just have been happy all the time?

It wasn't a lie. You weren't lying.

As you were in your bed and recalled your fond memories with Billy, you decided that this was your fault. You shouldn't have dated in the first place. All you did was drag a good person into your life and issues, and that was selfish of you. Billy would be your one and only love, but you needed to give that up.

As Billy was in his bed and recalled his fond memories with you, he decided that this was his fault. He should have listened more instead of getting angry. All you did was try to be happy with him like a normal couple, and he couldn't see past your flaws. That was selfish of him. You would be his one and only love, and he's not giving that up.

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One Punch Man {Monster reader Headcanons}

I'm going to highlight the ones I personally enjoyed writing! ●▽●

Sweet Mask: He probably finds out on the down low. It was an accident. He'd merely been patrolling the area around the concert to clear his head when he saw you transform. Normally after seeing a monster, he'd kill it. But it was you. He was already attached to you. He'll probably test you. Ask you if you're hiding anything from him. If you lie and try to change the subject, you'll leave him no choice. But if you break down crying, telling him everything, explaining that yes you were a monster, but that you'd never hurt anyone… There's a better chance that he won't straight up kill you. He may even try to find out if the monster side of you can be removed. 

Tatsumaki: She's definitely enraged. A monster!? you'd LIED to her!! How long? Were you just trying to get close to her so you'd be protected by the HA? Disgusting! If you explain yourself, that you'd been born this way, you had never hurt a human, that the reason she'd found you in the woods was so you'd not hurt anybody, and that you only wanted to have a normal life… She may just forgive you. But, why lie? Why not just tell her? Do you not trust her? But it's nothing like that, you were scared that the HA would hunt you down, put you in jail despite doing nothing wrong, or kill you. She'll soften over time, let her think about it. 

Kamikaze/Atomic Samurai: He's shocked. But, you're calm. You're not enraged or killing or lashing out at anything that moved. You were the same, but… Not. He won't make any harsh judgments before getting your side of the story. He had to be calm too. He will assess the situation as is and listen carefully to your explanation. That it had been secretly put into your food during the time you'd been captured by the monster association. That it'd been too late by the time you'd found out. He'll work doggedly beside you to shield you from the outside world and to help you control your monstrous instincts. 

Child Emperor: He's honestly not sure how to handle this. You were a kid. Just like him. You were quick to explain that your father had been a monster. Not an evil monster, a monster that wanted to be left alone and in peace. You explained the story of how your parents met, that your mother worried about you constantly, and how your father had been killed after accidentally encountering heroes. Heroes that didn't care that he hadn't done anything wrong. You had to hide from the world, but you saw him as a close friend, a confidant of sorts. You had total control over your monster form, but you were scared of people. He learns how to cope with the news and quickly begins to grow curious about your non-monstrous monster form. 

King: He's scared as all hell when he sees you on his doorstep. He tries to intimidate you, but it's not working. Because you know. You felt safe with him, you knew he couldn't lash out and hurt you and you knew he wouldn't tell anyone. You confide solely in him, begging him to believe that you weren't evil. He believes you. After all how many times could you have nonchalantly taken him out? It would have been so easy. But you didn't. You didn't. That's the main reason you are still together. Trust. Sometimes when other monsters find and threaten him, you become his protector, and the roles switch. You protect him from monsters, he protects you from the world. 

Zombieman: He's hurt, not because you lied, but because you thought he'd hurt you. You thought he'd turn you in. You thought he'd hate you. You were terrified, and rightfully so. You've been burned before. People had sold you out to c-class heroes who were looking for a villain to slay. You were always the dragon the knight would vanquish, the boogeyman in the closet, the thing parents would tell their children horrible stories about to keep them in line. You had always been that monster. He holds you close and assures you that there would be no way in hell he would give you up. Especially since he knows you'd never harm a soul. He tells you he trusts you. But he needs you to trust him in return. 

Drive Knight: He's tactical, and he likes to gather as much information about someone as he can before confronting them. So, when you finally reveal your secrets, teary-eyed and scared, as though you were waiting for death and had mentally prepared yourself beforehand, he only hummed slightly. He was pleased you told him, that though you were scared, you told him on you own accord. He didn't have to pry the information out of you. You were shocked at his nonchalance behavior, as though he hadn't really heard you. You tried to clarify what you meant. That you were a monster. So, he sighed and shook his head, even going as far as to chuckle under his breath. He explained to you gently, that, Darling, I know. I know that you're a monster. I also know that your record is clean. I know I have a good judgment of character. And that… I've known since three weeks after I met you. 

Watchdog man: He knew you smelled different. He could tell by your scent the whole time. It was merely a waiting game until you told him. You eventually did, and though it pleased him, he made sure to thoroughly question you. He learned a lot about you during that time. How you'd become this way, how it hadn't been your choice, and how petrified you were. Once he was completely satisfied that you wouldn't hurt anybody, he nodded, pressed his face into your lap, and continued his nap. 

Flashy Flash: He'll act calm on the outside but inwardly infuriated that you hadn't told him. Why hadn't you told him!? Similar to Tornado, he'll start to question your motives and loyalty. He'll probably break up with you until you explain everything and regain his trust. It will take a while though, and he may stalk you and watch your actions for a while to be certain you aren't lying. 

Genos: He's angry and hot-headed. He'll react. Not respond. His first and immediate impulse is to decimate the traitor. You. He forced you into hiding, becoming the worst case scenario for you. After days of trying to track you down, he finds out by Saitama that apparently a monster had bitten and somehow transferred itself into your DNA. His heart dropped when Saitama explained that it had been your idea to go to Genos to have him run a diagnostic on your body. Mind now clear and determined, he follows reports of a monster with your description through city Z. He eventually finds you, and has to make it clear to you that he means no harm. He realizes his mistake and explains to you that you don't have to trust him. He knows he screwed up. From now on he tries to make himself worthy of your trust, and he attempts to help rid of the monster in your veins. 

Metal Bat: Similar to Genos, he will be angry that you lied to him, but even in your monster form, you were adorable. In fact, it was hard to see you as a monster. Yes, you had gained animalistic attributes… But you seemed so normal. Were you even technically a monster? You weren't actually all that strong either. He's not quite sure what to make of the situation. He wants to be angry and turn you in but he can't find it in himself to do so. You weren't even a dangerous monster. He quickly learns about how you were cursed by an angry witch. Apparently, this was the curse. 

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Extras

Garou: He's absolutely enthralled. A little pissy because you didn't tell him, but enthralled nonetheless. He wants to know everything. How did you get like this? Were you originally human, or were you born this way? How were you able to turn at will? Why weren't you violent? You have to give him all the details and he is very pleased that you fall under his rules of a "monster".

Sonic: He's not angry, but he is unsure. What else are you hiding from him? He felt rather secure in the relationship, so learning you'd been hiding things from (especially something so important) makes him question you. It'll take a while for him to trust you again. 

Fubuki: Straight up goes into shock. Her lackeys tried to attack you, and she doesn't do anything to stop them at first. She'll soon realize that you're doing nothing but defending, despite having multiple chances to take them out. So she calls them back. She'll need time to think. 

Saitama: He doesn't really react. He only wants assurance that you don't hurt anyone. He's quite certain you don't. Why would you tell him if you did? You knew what kind of power he possessed, you knew he could take you out with the mere twitch of a finger. There'd be no point to tell him unless you had nothing to hide. 

Mumen Rider: He's nothing short of horrified and confused. Because after all, he is a hero. At first, he has to convince himself out of the mindset of you being his significant other. He tried to see past it but he just can't picture you hurting anyone, no matter the situation. 

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