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shootingstarrfish · 24 days

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THANK YOU FOR THE TAG MEL @melverie !!!!! <333

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

My grandma!

02 - When was the last time you cried?

...this morning in the car SHDJFJ i cry a lot anyway but i was thinking too deeply about Jack's Song by Cavetown this time HAHA

03 - Do you have kids?

Please gaze upon my darling children

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

I started playing basketball when I was about 10, but I haven't played since I was about 17? Not for any particular reason, I just haven't found anywhere I can play at (haven't looked much either LOL) this is making me wanna look into it again though :,D

Briefly played softball for about a year in high school, it was fun! I also enjoy cycling but I dont do that a whole lot. Did a bit of boxing during the singular year I had a gym membership, and learnt that I hate arm exercises with a passion but I love getting to kick things :D I'm also a freak, a weirdo even, who likes running hahaha

This is making me sound fit but unfortunately I spend 90% of my free time drawing fictional men so I don't do a whole lot of sport... ever......

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

NOT REALLY but people seem to think so sometimes? I don't know why lol

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

I dont, Im really unobservant HAHAH

The exception would be if someone has a really striking or unique feature

07 - What's your eye color?

Dark brown

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I'm a baby i can't do scary movies :,))

09 - Any talents?

At last I can talk about my one true hidden talent, doing a Mort impression

Is it a good impression? I have no idea, but I can do it

10 - Where were you born?

Oman! The only country in the world that starts with the letter O!

11 - What are your hobbies?

Drawing, shockingly, is the main one, but I also enjoy animation and clay sculpting! I recently got into plush making, I really wanna learn how to sew properly so I can make Belphie's big human world outfit jacket for myself lol

I needle felt and crochet sometimes but those are really time consuming and take forever so Im never patient enough to pick them up for long lol

At this stage I would also consider my general zine shenanigans to be a hobby too, I can't get enough of these silly things

12 - Do you have any pets?

Okay I'm gonna talk about them fr now so meet Pepper and Chilli <3333

This is Pepper, shes my darling little angel who could do no wrong, she's graceful and beautiful and way too smart for her own good and I love her so much <333

And this is Pepper's son, Chilli, whom you could never tell was her son if you weren't told cause he's nothing like her. He's very clumsy and not very smart but he's very cute and handsome so it makes up for it and I love him very much too <33

Not a single thought behind those eyes

13 - How tall are you?

Like 176 cm? Which I think is around 5'9 or so?

14 - Favourite subject in school?

If we ignore art LOL I enjoyed english quite a bit! I know apparently the big draw of math is that there's only ever 1 answer but I'm not a logic brained person so I don't like that very much. I'm a certified bullshitter, I like being able to say whatever I want as long as I can justify it

15 - Dream job?

To draw anime boys all day...

If I was to be realistic though I think a job where I can use art and be creative but in a way that doesn't take the fun out of regular art would be ideal? I don't know what that looks like though

Or something with animals

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I shall tag @aspiringtrashpanda, @kawree and @featheredcrowbones no pressure ofc lol

#tag game #THANK U AGAIN MEL <3333

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gremlincum · 2 years

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I DONT KNWO WHERE TO PUT MY PROROMpt. here is is tho. Johnny and you have been separated for years having been good friend up until he chooses amber over us. One night after a particularly bad panic attack he shows up and we comfort da baby. Maybe add him like yelling at us because we don’t like how amber treat him and he’s too sweet to speak up for himself but then. So like when we stopped talking it was a Argument

Nyx's notes: im so very sorry it took so long i hope you enjoy it tho! Thx so very much for the request

"You're the only friend I need"

(not my gif all crdit to owner)

TW: cursing, drinking

Genre: Angst, fluff

It was never supposed to end like this. All you had wanted was the best for your friend, and the outcome left you alone. It had been too long since you'd seen him. Occasional 'how are you' texts were exchanged, although you both knew there was little hope for your friendship.

You and Johnny had history. A very brief history. Although your relationship was far too short to even consider it as anything more than a fling, he was the most impactful person you ever had the pleasure of meeting. You and Johnny ultimately decided to remain friends after deciding that it wouldn't work out.

It had all started when he met her, the devil personified herself. It was quite pathetic, the way he pinned after her. After countless bouquets-- which he made you help him pick out. She finally returned his affections and agreed to go on a date with him.

You never got what he saw in her. Perhaps the blonde hair, or maybe the piercing blue eyes. You had been turned off by her immediately. Seeing how she would push Johnny around, and try to force him into her narrow standards.

You hadn't realized the heavy feelings you still had for Johnny until she came along. Sure he was an attractive man, and he was definitely polite, and his smile. Oh, the wonders he could do with that stupid smile. At the time of your relationship, he was nothing more than a rebound. Someone to get over quickly. Someone who was there when you needed a pick-me-up.

Everything had been running smoothly until one night when you mistakenly decided to express your distaste for her. On a shockingly cold Los Angeles night, you had invited Johnny over for a movie. When he arrived, you noticed the large bruise that adorned his sharp cheekbone. He had small bruises running down his arm.

"We need to talk Johnny" you sighed pausing the movie, wine glass in hand.

His eyes shot open as his eyebrows went up as if he was coming up with some witty comeback. "Well that's never good" he flashed his award-winning smile

"I'm worried-- I mean I saw you two days ago and you were fine and now you're all beat up"you exhaled softly watching Johnny's face contort into one of defense

"It's nothing don't worry about it" he shut you down quickly turning his attention to the floor.

You inhaled sharply"It's obviously not just nothing Johnny. You're covered with bruises and you haven't been yourself recently"You explained softly, trying to avoid upsetting him

"Just fucking drop it" he snapped harshly. Standing up walking to your bathroom. A little piece of your heart broke at that moment. Partly because he had never spoken to you like that, and partly because he didn't want to talk to you about it.

Over the years you had spent a lot of time with him, and you knew something was wrong. You pushed yourself off of the couch and made your way to the bathroom.

"Johnny I'm just worried about you, "you said sitting against the door.

"I'm fucking fine Y/N," he said shakily. You knew he had been crying "Don't worry"

You sighed feeling tears form in your eyes "Does she hit you johnny?" you asked hoping you were wrong.

You heard movement from the bathroom before the door opened causing you to fall back slightly. He stepped over you quickly, dashing to the coat rack.

"Johnny, I asked you something." He ignored you and tossed his jacket on. You grabbed his arm." Johnny talk to me, please"you had tears running down your face.

"DROP IT!"He yelled at you, making you flinch back. He reached for the door and walked out.

Johnny looked back at the door, mentally cursing himself for blowing up on you. He sniffled and put his head down and walked to his car.

You spent the next few months hopelessly pinning after him, trying to mend what was broken. He continuously ignored your calls and gave dry responses to your texts. You felt idiotic, you always told yourself you would never chase anyone period. Let alone a man who most likely didn't love you in the first place.

Eventually, you were left with a harsh decision, loathe in your sorrows, or move on. You chose the ladder. It was hard to accept that what you once had was probably never coming back.

You worked through your urges to call him over and get drunk while watching stupid kids' movies, you worked through the undying longing to simply hug him. It felt as if your heart broke every time you just so thought about him.

Nonetheless, you were healing.

You felt better and better as the days went on. You even bought a cat to keep you company around the house. As much as it hurt to say you were beginning to feel the sense of fulfillment you had been missing for so long.

You were no longer subconsciously picking small things about yourself that didn't fit into what you thought Johnny wanted in a woman. No longer checking your phone every five minutes to see if he texted back yet. And most importantly no longer putting him before yourself.

Johnny on the other hand wasn't doing too hot. He felt himself falling deeper and deeper into a dark hole that he had no idea how to get out of. He was scared. All he wanted to do was call you, but he fucked it up. He screwed up the one opportunity he had with the woman he loved more than almost anything because he was too scared to ask for help.

One night he finally broke. After maybe one too many drinks, he packed some clothes (and a bottle of whiskey) in a backpack and left. He didn't know where he was going to go, as he refused to let himself burden anyone. So he just drove.

He spent two hours driving around until eventually, he ended up on your street. He didn't know how he ended up there, nor if it was purposeful but he gave in to the urges. He parked his car in your driveway, right next to yours just as he'd done millions of times before.

But this time was different.

There was no guarantee that hed be welcomed with open arms as he so desired. He mustered the courage to walk up to your door.

Knock, knock...

He stood there taking in the warmth of the summer air for what felt like an eternity.

Knock, knock...

He tapped his foot, quickly deciding that it was not too late to turn around and get back in the car.

"Hold on I'm commin" he heard your chipper voice through your door, and you scampered quickly down the stairs towards the door.

His eyes went wide and he turned back around just as the door opened.

"Oh Johnny it's you, "you said in a surprised tone as an awkward smile tugged at the corners of your lips

As soon as you opened the door all of the feelings you thought you grew out of came flooding back. It felt as if all of your progress was thrown out the window.

"Uh yeah I don't- I don't even know why I came here" he looked down shoving his hands into his pockets" I can go if you want me to"

"No, no it's fine. Do you wanna come in or are ya gonna stand there like a creep the whole time"you laughed slightly shifting so he had room to walk in

Johnny flashed a smile and walked past you, instinctively going to your couch. He kicked his shoes off as you walked over to him.

"So, how've you been"Johnny asked you with a giddy smile. As upset as he was when he arrived his mood changed completely just from being in your presence.

"I've been good, I got a cat. His name is Purrcy Jackson" you stated adding emphasis to the 'purr' "or just Purrcy for short" you giggled

"That's good," he said softly taking in your energy.

"What's really up Johnny, we've hardly even spoken in almost a year" you muttered looking down.

Johnny huffed in response. His face went pale. He couldn't keep running away from you. He truly didn't know how to put it into words. 'You're my best friend and I fucked it up because I as a man couldn't admit I was being abused by a woman? No. He parted his lips as if he was going to speak, then quickly closed them.

"Are you ok?" you asked gently reaching for his hand. Johnny's head dropped as tears began to form in his eyes. "If you don't wanna talk about it right now that's alright. Just let me know if I can help in any way"

He picked up his head and sniffled before he lazily slung his arms around your waist burying his face in your neck. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him.

"I'm so sorry" he cried"I was so mean to you when you were just being a good friend"

"It's ok Johnny, all I care about is if you're ok" That was a lie, in fact, it wasn't ok. But you cared about him, and a piece of you would always love him.

"I've missed you so much" he whispered"I love you"

"I love you too, "you told him stroking his hair

"No I really love you," he said pulling his head out of the crook of your neck"I'm so happy when I'm with you. I should have never even tried with her. You've been here for so long"

Your heart dropped as your face went flush A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. He brought a warm hand up to your face letting his thumb stroke your cheek. His warm breath fanned over your face, sending the sour scent of whiskey flying up your nose.

"Why don't we wait to talk about this until you're in the right headspace," you said licking your lips.

He nodded and looked down"yeah maybe we should, but I really love you. And I don't wanna lose you"

"You won't, I promise you that, "you told him grabbing his hand softly. Rubbing your thumb in comforting circles.

"You're the only friend I need" he muttered wrapping his arms around your waist once more.

You knew in the morning things wouldn't be like this. He wouldn't be clinging to you for dear life, but at that moment everything felt in place.

You were at peace

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silverdoesntshipall · 2 years

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HeY wHat are YOuR Nagito Komaeda HeAdCaNonS

Oh thank you for asking "anonymous" whom i am unaffiliated with (looking kind of good though not going to lie...)

Sexuality Headcanon: Homosexual without a doubt (VERY STRONG MAYBE demiromantic, but regardless men-only) . It still pains me to see people CONTINUE to suggest that he could even POSSIBLY like women even if it were completely unrelated to their gender. Nagito likes men CANONICALLY. He was elbow deep in mikans pussy and he had never even batted an EYE. (in fact, he looked DISPLEASED more than anything.) I sincerely judge other people's character analysis comprehension if they even THINK Nagito might be even the SLIGHTEST bit interested in a woman. (also low that theyre letting a weird not-fitting character ship affect a literal unarguability for Nagito) (im wording this exaggeratively on purpose) Gender Headcanon: Transgender male. People really be widespread headcanonning Hajime as transgender just because of his fat tits but everyone is just glossing over how transgender as fuck Nagito is. He literally can never breath because he binds 24/7 and people are ignoring his struggle. (also because he has asthma) A ship I have with said character: Komahina/Kamukoma - literally canon. I don't think I'm swaying the annoying anti-komahina people (who are annoying. its more based to BE the "good side" of fandom yourself rather than to let annoying people ruin genuinely good things for you.) by being matter of fact and intentionally "im right your wrong" but komahina is literally canon. Though Nagito is the bottom of BOTH parts shut up Hajime is awkward and nervous but Nagito would just slide underneath him in spread-eagle Mikan pose. (Also Kamukoma is good and underrated pls draw more) A BROTP I have with said character: Monomi and Nagito- literally a therapy bot and someone who violently needs therapy (And exclusively dr3 Chiaki and Nagito but people never portray them in a way that appeals to me and ISNT a "annoyingly casual webtoon moment") A NOTP I have with said character: Komanami and Komamiki. Could you guess why? Though more seriously besides the sexuality issue I just dont think either of them would get together well at all. Chiaki's way of therapy/advice wouldn't suit Nagito very well, her way of thinking being usually straight-forwards and 'going with the flow' kind of behavior (AKA she doesnt seem like the kind of person who would always take Nagito's tangents seriously bec shes ditzy and she isn't the kind of overly-negating person Nagito would be better off with) -- Mikan however should be OBVIOUS WHY NOT. Mikan's entire personality is "shy and bullied person who is secretly very shitty" (considering she gets a power trip from making her patients dependent on her NON-DESPAIR). She is overly apologetic and insecure and so is Nagito and they would fight over who is worse until they both put themselves down to the point they BOTH just feel like shit (which could be humerous but not healthy). Not to mention everyone who ships them forgets that she literally jabbed one of Nagito's insecurities knowingly? (She mocked him for being alone/having no one when he is afraid of dying alone AND LIKE YEAH you could argue she was despair-mode at the time but like still sooo cute guys) A random headcanon: He is autistic with autism and im right and the fact that people portray him as neurotypical/just "quirky" is ummm? dumb?. General Opinion over said character: He is very misunderstood and misread and its annoying (though not surprising because the dr fandom is notorius for that). But otherwise he is a very VERY shockingly well-written character. His personality is very enjoyable to me and I wish that the dr fandom had the same 3rd eye I have and didn't rely on the fact that he's gay for his personality. (AKA everyone bases his personality off of that ONE sassy nagito sprite) I AM VERY PLEASED HE HAS BECOME ONE OF DR'S MOST ICONIC CHARACTERS and he is one of my most favorite characterz. (Also the people hate him for being popular/be like "ughhh hes such a smelly (asian slur) XDD" are annoying)

(Yes I take constructive critism but I will argue against all of it.)

#danganronpa #dr #dr2 #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 #Nagito #nagito komaeda #komaeda nagito #blah blah blah

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 3 years

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hi !! can I please get a 🍰?

i just came across of you writing and it is so cute !! (´-﹏-`；) every post made me feel all warm & fuzzy inside ~ please feel free to totally ignore this if this isn't the proper way to ask or if you already closed your request (also I'm sorry if you already closed your request I didn't noticed) . Also sorry if this has any grammatical errors or if the descriptions don't make sense, english isn't my first language.

so, uhm, to begin my name is elliot (she/her) I'm 5'4, I'm from argentina (south america) i speak spanish & english (among other languages) idk how much I'm supposed to put on here so I'm just going to describe myself as redacted as possible. (Don't know if this is necessary but I'm jewish ¿) ^_________^

I have short brown wavy hair, just a couple of centimeters below my ears, i have bangs, I'm very pale ¿ not chubby but also not skinny average if i may say so. My fashion style changes from time to time but i usually wear clothing in the range of black to white, also sometimes I like trying whatever aesthetic is going around at the time.

Personality wise I'm pretty calm at first, i'm not very good with getting to know new people so I try to be as quite as possible but once I get comfortable i tend to be very loud, i like making my friends laugh since i think that's the most sincere way of knowing they talk to me because they like me. I would say I'm like the mom friend/therapist friend since i really like helping and listening people talk. I love having deep conversations with friends/loved ones, they give me this sense of connection nothing else can give me. I am very blunt and it usually comes off as rude but i try to sugar-coat my words as much as possible.

And while I very much love everyone who is friends with me I have a very hard time showing it and/or showing my empathy for them (one of the reasons as to why I'm not good with meeting new people) but i try to become a better version of me day to day.

What i look in a person is someone who can understand me and my boundaries, since I'm germophobic PDA isn't really something that i enjoy doing but with time i can get myself around to it. Someone whom I can trust enough to be emotionally open with and vice versa. Talkative or not doesn't matter to me. My love language is acts of service. ^_________^

I hope you have a really amazing day ! ! remember to drink water and eat something yummy (*＾3＾)/～♡ don't be too harsh on yourself and keep in mind that many people love you, ba-bye ! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯

🍰 for @vvanteffect

Romantic Matchup

Sakusa Kiyoomi

How yall met

You guys met during the All-Japan Youth Training Camp

(You were a partial manager from Nekoma during that time)

Shockingly enough he actually approached you

Granted his cousin was forcing him to socialize but that's not important

He had noticed how you tended to stay away from other people or how when you did talk to someone it was usually a very short conversation

Basically you seemed like the least contaminated person he could talk to so he just went for it

Right away he noticed how blunt you were

Like he would ask you a question adn the longest answer you would give him was about a sentence

“Hey how are you”

“Good”

“Uh so what school are you from”

“Nekoma”

You get what i'm saying

But honestly he didn't really care he just kept talking to you

And the longer he talked to you the longer your responses would get

You guys spent the rest of camp together

And when it was time to go home you exchanged numbers so you could stay in contact

Your schools weren't too far from each other so you guys would see each other in person when you were both free

And well he ended up falling for you

What they love about you

Of course he loves that your also a partial germaphobe

It makes it easier for him to be around you knowing that you try your best to stay clean

He loves how simple you are

From the clothes you wear

To how you talk to other people

He tends to over analize if people are to complicated

But with you everything is just short and sweet

He loves how good of a listener you are

Like if he's had a bad day he can just call you and rant about it

And not only do you listen

But you also help him solve his problems

This next one isn't really something he loves more like something he's proud of

He's very proud that he's gained enough of your trust for you to talk to him

Like full blown conversations

Your guys convos have come a long way from the very first conversation you had

He's just happy that you trust him enough to talk to him

What you love about them

You love that he respects your boundaries

Let's be honest here

Mans isn't really into PDA either

Like come on

LOOK who were talking about here

But that's not the only boundary he respects

He respects All of your boundaries

Like all you have to do is tell him you don't like something and he'll stop

You love how he can handle your bluntness and not get offended

Honestly when you look back on how you met him

Your shocked that he even kept talking to you

That whole training camp people would keep on trying to talk to you

But then leave after a short while because you were being blunt and they took it the wrong way

But not Sakusa

He kept on talking to you even when you were acting pretty cold

And your very appreciative about that

Favorite things to do together

Ok so even though you live semi close together

It's not like your neighbors

So his favorite thing to do with you is to just facetime you and talk about each others days

And when you guys are able to get together

He prefers that you both just stay inside for the most part

So you do just that

Usually your in person hangouts include playing board games, reading,or watching movies together

And if you guys decide to go out

He makes you wear a mask the whole time

And you guys will usually just take a walk at a park or on the beach

Somewhere where theres not a lot of people yk

Random Hc

He has bought you two matching masks

His homescreen on his phone is a picture of you that he took while facetime you

Once you guys were in public and he accidently gave you a kiss while both of your masks were on

And now thats just became a norm for you two

You guys have these matching pajamas

Friendship Matchup

Kuroo Tetsurou

How yall met

You are Nekomas manager

And since kuroo was the captain you worked very closely with him

Which eventually made a friendship bloom

Why you became friends

He kind of saw you as a compitition if that makes sense??

Like when he first met you it's almost like you didn't want to talk to him

Which couldn't be true because he's awesome!

Sure you are kuroo

Anyways kenma had made some backhand comment on how some people just dont wanna talk to him

And kuroo was like 🧐

So he made it his goal to befriend you

It started with him having basic conversation with you everyday

Then it turned into him talking to you during the school day

Which then turned into him inviting you to hand out after school

Eventually you guys just became besties

What yall love about each other

He loves how straightforward you are

Like if you don't like something youll say it

If someones ticking you off you'll tell them

Even though your bluntness is something you get insecure about sometimes

He thinks it's one of your best traits

He also loves that you are bilingual

It makes for a good time when your ranting about something because your languages will start to blend

And if your really mad you'll just switch to spanish and just start ranting

And even though he can't understand a word your saying

He just smile and nods till your done

You love how deep your conversations can get

Like he'll play along with whatever deep topic you talk about

“What's the meaning of life”

“I would say its to give life a meaning”

Yeah y'all talked about that for HOURS

You also like how helpful he is

If your ever having a hard time managing the team he'll always offer a helping hand

And if your ever struggling with schoolwork he's always there to help you

Random Hc

He was very shocked when you and Sakusa started dating

He threatened to kick his ass if he ever broke up with you

Hes tried to learn spanish but gave up after a week

But he did learn how to say all the cuss words in spanish

After he befriended you he rubbed it in kenmas face

Kenma was just like 😐 ok

But kuroo took satisfaction in his victory

You really had kuroo thinking for a whole day when you asked him

Did the color orange come before the fruit? Or is it vice versa?

Still hasn't come up with an answer to that question

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu matchups #sakusa hcs #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x y/n #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo hcs #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsurō

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screesflanagan · 3 years

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My New Boss Part 3

Author note: So, first of all, I wanted to say I'm doing this because I want to learn my spelling, because English is not my mother language and because I enjoy it. If you find any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Please kindly inform me about them, I would be happy. Thank you and now have fun reading! :)

Inspired by: the series: what's wrong with secretary Kim (I haven't taken over everything, just a little. The rest consists of my ideas.)

GIF: My own

Maybe I will fell in love

Again the same thing in the morning I get ready but this time one thing was different. Somebody rang my doorbell. I opened it and saw my boss

"What are you doing here?"

I say and he says

"Good mornin to ya too. Did ya see tha plan? We're going to a meeting today"

I remember that I should do this but I fell asleep on the couch.

"That's right, sorry. I didn't even have breakfast."

I say and he says fast.

"perfect me either. Then let's have breakfast first and I'll pay."

"No"

I say immediately. He comes closer and was very close to my face

"Ya have no right to say no." He winks at me and walks to his car.

We drove to a very nice restaurant and had breakfast together.

People looked at us and he says

"I'm not wearing a suit. So just ignore them" I look at him and he says

"They'll probably only look at ya because ya look so bonnie" and continue to eat without looking at me.

He notices that I'm quiet so he says

"If they ask just say I'm yer friend."

I say

"Friend? Do you mean like a relationship"

He says

"No, I was thinking of a normal friend but if yer want ya can say tha too, they'll leave yer alone"

I laughed because he was so cute when I ate a boy came over and said

"Hey, I saw you and you look really nice, I wanted to ask if I could get your number"

I look at Ethan and he stopped eating and stared at the table. I look at the boy and say

"No, I'm sorry."

He then says

"Come on please"

I say again

"No"

He says

"Please" but then Ethan suddenly stands up and stands in front of him

"If she says no it means no"

Ethan was taller than the young man and he gave him an angry look.

"Don't concern yourself with what she wants"

Ethan pushes him backward and walks in front of his face.

"I'm her friend and now fuck off or I beat tha shite out of ya."

The boy realizes how angry he was and says

"OK. ok..sorry."

Ethan sits down as he walked away and says

"If a woman says no, it means no, why do they don’t fucking understand tha!?"

I look at him and say

"Thank you"

he says

"Ya welcome Darlin"

and drinks his glass of water empty.

We got back into the car and we didn't talk the whole drive. I was in my mind when I saw how he suddenly comes close to me. I freeze and try not to push him away. He just undid my seat belt.

We got out and walked into his office when he suddenly turned around and fell on the floor and held his chest tightly. I kneel immediately and realize that he has a panic attack.

"Hey hey look at me!"

I say but it doesn't help. I run out and shout for help. Someone runs in with me quickly, the person runs to his desk while I touch his shoulder and say

"The boy in the restaurant wrote to me on Instagram"

he immediately stops breathing quickly and looks up at me. His whole forehead was sweaty and I saw the fear in his eyes.

"What are ya saying"

he says softly and I say

"Yes. He found me I think he's stalking me"

our faces were so close that we could kiss. He sat on his ass and says softly

"Tha arshole"

I notice he was getting mad again so I went to him and held his shoulder

"This is made up so that your panic attack goes away. He did not write to me, everything is fine"

He looks at me and breathes and says

"Ya smart girl"

He tries to stand up and I help him.

I took him to the couch and sat him down. The girl came up to me saying softly

"You put cable ties on his table and that's exactly what he was afraid of. He and I forgot to tell you but he hates cable ties about everything.

I wondered why and then I just said

"Oh, okay, don't happen again, I'm so sorry"

She goes out and I look at him who is shaking slightly. I wondered why he was afraid of it. I went to him and got a blanket which I then put on him.

He takes the blanket from him, grabs my hand and pushes me on his lap, and hugs me from behind. He puts the blanket on us again. I freeze in his arms and he says trembling

"P.. ple..please .. please stay like this just a wee bit"

I stayed because he was bad. He was cold and he was trembling. I know how bad a panic attack is. I'm afraid of spiders and get the same panic attack.

Alex came in and looked at us in shock

"Boss"

I say softly and he says

"Just a wee bit"

I say again

"Boss Alex stands in front of us"

he opens his eyes and takes off the blanket. I get up from his lap and say

"He had a panic attack" Ethan walks up to him and says

"What's up?"

Alex shockingly hands him the papers and Ethan says

"Don't look like a bitch. Nothing happened and when. I'm tha fucking Boss and now fuck off."

I go out with him but he held my arm and looks at me

"Not ya,"

he says in a deep voice

I was a little scared because I didn't know what was going to happen now.

When Alex went out he went to his desk and closed the windows

"Ye dinnae have a bit of fucking privacy here!"

I stood there and he looks at me

"Lie on tha couch and make yourself comfortable"

My eyes opened and I say

"what do you want? no, no thanks I'm going back to work"

He comes to me and I get scared

"We won’t t do anything. Ya just helped me, I let ya relax. Nothing more ya dinnae need to be afraid ya just saw a few seconds ago tha I am human"

he says and I agree with him. I nod and go to the coach and pick up my cell phone. He went to his desk and I heard him start typing on his keyboard.

I fell asleep on the couch and woke up when someone tapped my shoulder and whispered softly

"Kim...Kim"

I open my eyes to see Ethan kneeling in front of me

"Wake up, I brought something to eat," he says and I sit down on the couch tired. He opens my food for me and pours me water. He bought both of us spaghetti bolognese. When he noticed that it was difficult for me to move because I was so tired, he took my fork and held it with spaghetti in front of my mouth.

"eat a few times and then ya wake up again"

How can someone be so cute? I always felt more comfortable next to him when he already fed me 3 times. I woke up and continued to eat alone while he ate too next to me. We finished eating and he took it away. With every second that I spent with him, I fell in love with him more. He worked a little while I went to the bathroom and freshened up again.

My work time came to an end and I said goodbye to him

he put on his jacket and walked in my direction

"I'll drive ya home"

he says and wants to go but I stopped him

"No, I'm good, I can go home alone"

He comes closer to me, holds my arms, and says

"Ya are tired ya need to rest as soon as possible. And besides, I dunno want that something happens to ya."

I look at him and say while he turns around and slowly walks towards the door

"What should happen"

he turns and takes a deep breath

"I worry about ya ok."

he stops when he opened the door and I said nothing because I was just shocked that such a handsome man cared about me and maybe even like me or like me a little more. He comes to me, grabs my hand, and pulls me out with him. His hand was soft and so warm that it went up to my heart and warmed me up. I got in and he drove me home.

I get out and before I wanted to turn around he pulled me to him and hugs me. His hug got tighter.

than he said

"Thanks for stopping me from a panic attack today, if ya weren't there I would have had to go through it. It means a lot to me."

I relaxed into his arms and hugged him back.

"Your Welcome"

After a while, he let go of me and I say

"Good night"

He says

"Good... Kim"

I look at him and see that he is holding something back

"Yes?"

"ehm good night"

I smile at him and he says again

"Kim" when I'm wanted to turn around

"Yes?"

his eyes go back and forth and his chest goes up and down from his heavy breathing.

"Shite" he says and walks in my direction.

He grabs my neck and pulls me in his direction. Our lips are touching. I was scared. My body started to react strangely, my heart didn't feel like it anymore, and wanted to jump out of my chest while my knees were soft and I almost fall. I stood there like a stone and at the beginning my eyes were open but then I closed them when I relaxed through the kiss. The kiss felt real and warm even though everything around us is cold. I didn't even think it was bad.

He just brought his lips to mine and kissed me gently it wasn't a hungry kiss it was a gentle, real, and loving one. He slowly pulls away from me and says softly against my lips

"Good night Kim"

I who was in shock laughed a little and said "good night" back. I went back to my front door and he went to his car.

I closed the door and ran to the window and saw that he was still in his car. I ran to my bed and pressed my face firmly into the pillow and screamed like a little child. I rolled onto my back and held my face. That was my very first kiss and he didn't even know it. I didn't know what was wrong with me but my feelings were going crazy. I've been in a relationship and loved someone, but I've never kissed. I walked to the mirror in the bathroom and put a finger on my lip and dreamed of the kiss. I laughed and screamed like a little child who was given a toy. Happy I undressed and admired myself in the mirror. Suddenly my self-confidence increased and I found myself attractive and pretty. I lift my hair with my hands and say

"No wonder he kissed me, I look so sexy"

I started giggling again and then opened the hot water.

#tommy flanagan #oneshot #fanfiction #writing #fanfic #first story

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theotherackerman · 3 years

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The Rubble or Our Sins?

CHAPTER FOUR: How many more nights do I have to stay up? Until I can see you?

Annie had never planned to get close to these people. Yet here they were, worming their way into her heart like she was an old moldy apple on the ground.

She was going to have to kill some of them.

She had to get home to her father.

That’s all he had asked of her.

Just come home.

But as she sat in her bunk bed, listening to the other girls gossip, she couldn’t help but feel some sort of…..comradery with them.

They weren’t devils.

They weren’t monsters.

She could see Reiner feeling the same. He had been so messed up since Marcel had died. He clearly had two personalities now. She wasn’t sure what that meant for the mission but if push came to shove, Annie would have to kill him too.

She had to get home.

Then that stupid blonde boy came along and really fucked everything up.

It was bad enough that the Ackerman girl was her equal.

They had spared until they were both on the verge of passing out when Shadis had come to break them up.

They had to call it a draw, something neither of them was happy with.

Annie ran a hand through her hair, not paying attention to what was being said anymore.

Shockingly enough, she caught Mikasa’s eye.

They stared at each other for a moment, neither wanting to break eye contact.

Annie nodded her head to the side and Mikasa stood, the two of them stepped out of the barracks.

“I hate when they come over into our barracks. They never shut up,” Annie huffed as she sat on a knock over log.

Mikasa nodded. “Ruth, Hannah, and Mina are too much.”

“The only thing that matters to them is boys. You would think they’re only here to get a husband.”

“You’re talkative,” Mikasa scoffed as she sat down next to Annie.

She was.

Annie didn’t even like Mikasa that much.

Yet Mikasa was the only one who was equal in combat.

Did Mikasa understand that that was due to the titan experiments?

Did Mikasa have any idea what Mikasa was?

Annie knew the answer.

The other girl didn’t have a clue what was going on.

That scared the shit out of her.

If anyone would be a problem, it was going to be Mikasa.

Annie had thought about killing the girl in her sleep.

It would be easy.

Yet she couldn’t bring herself to.

Maybe it was because, for once, Annie finally had an equal.

Maybe Annie’s friendships with Historia, Ymir, Sasha, Mikasa, Armin, and Eren weren’t a lie.

Maybe it was because of how Mikasa was Armin’s best friend.

That had been her biggest fuck up.

These feelings for Armin that she was developing.

She didn’t like it.

Was this what a crush felt like?

Couldn’t she get rid of it?

Maybe she should just kill them all and get it over with.

No.

Her stomach lurched at the thought.

“How do you deal with your crush on Eren?” Annie finally asked after a few moments of silence.

Mikasa turned red and sighed.

“Not going to deny it?” Annie asked.

“I...don’t. I sort of just bottle it away. Why?” Mikasa asked as she turned towards Annie.

“I’m not interested in Eren, if that’s what you want to know,” Annie muttered before she rolled her eyes.

“I know.”

“Do you?”

Mikasa shrugged.

“You’re going to follow that suicidal block head into the Survey Corps, aren’t you?” Annie asked.

“I...I am. He’s important to me. I’d rather be with him than having to worry about him dying from his own stupid actions.”

“That’s worse than having a crush. You’re in love with him.”

Mikasa just looked down.

“I don’t care,” Annie said after a moment.

“I know,” Mikasa replied simply.

There was a peaceful silence that fell over them.

They’d never have a talk like this again.

They didn’t know it then, they had no idea.

They just sat there in a comfortable silence, away from the gossiping girls.

It wasn’t long until Ymir came out.

“I’m going to steal a bucket, fill it with water, and then throw it on them. I want those girls out of the barracks,” Ymir said as she stomped past them. “You two coming or what?”

Annie looked at Mikasa.

They both stood up and followed Ymir.

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Armin felt like a failure.

Why did Levi chose him?

He couldn't do anything right.

The only thing he was good at was being a decoy for Historia.

Thought now he wasn't entirely sure he was good enough for that.

He wrestled with the fact that he wielded the Colossal Titan over Erwin everyday.

He had been instructed to get Annie for to their side and now he couldn't even manage to do that.

He slowed his horse down as the cabin came into view.

Sasha and Connie were fighting over something as Levi just shook his head. Ymir, Historia, and Jean sat on the ground talking, ignoring the antics. Hange sat at the picnic table with Eren, deep in conversation. Armin rode his horse towards the barn. Mikasa was standing there.

As Armin dismounted, he sighed.

Mikasa just looked over at him.

He simply shook his head and frowned. Mikasa nodded before silently giving him a hug.

Mikasa never pressed with anyone.

That was probably why so many people liked her.

Mikasa cared...a lot. An outside person may have thought she just cared about Eren but they would be wrong. She especially cared about Armin and he knew it. He returned her hug.

“It’s okay. I just….” Armin trailed off.

“She did have feelings for you. Maybe she’s…..”Mikasa didn’t finish the sentence.

“We’ve killed a lot of people, haven’t we? Just like Annie, Reiner, Bertolt. We’re all the same and yet we’re made to hate one another. We’re going to have to go to war with the rest of the world just to live. Because of our blood that we can’t control….”Armin trailed off.

“It’s bad over there. I know what Eren told us but seeing it in person….I can’t imagine what they went through growing up there.”

Armin led the horse into the stall before removing his gear from it.

“They hate us. Just because we exist and they’ve been taught to hate themselves, ”Mikasa explained again.

Armin just nodded.

They were in a tough spot that looked like there was no good answer. There was no easy way out of this. They had the whole world to explore but in reality, they had nothing.

If they released The Rumbling, innocent people would die.

If they didn’t, an entire race of people would die.

They would die.

Annie, him, Mikasa, Eren, Levi, Hange, Sasha, Connie, Jean, Ymir and Historia. They would all die.

Armin put his horse’s gear up before he leaned against the stall.

It was all too much.

He sighed as Mikasa rested a hand on his shoulder.

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It was late.

The radio towers were going well, Jean had reported earlier. They were hoping with the plans from Anti Marley volunteers they may be able to pick up some information from Marley.

It had been a surprise when a knock came on Sasha and Mikasa’s door after sunset.

“Who do you think that is?” Sasha asked to which Mikasa shrugged.

“It’s me,” Connie said on the other side of the door. “And Jean, unfortunately.”

“I’m standing right here,” Jean scoffed.

“Jean stole more whiskey from the camp and we’re going to get drunk on the roof with everyone.”

“Gee, why don’t you say that louder so the Captain can hear it?”

There was the sound of a SLAP that echoed outside the room.

“OW!” Connie said. “Where did you even come from?”

“You’re not getting drunk on the roof. You fall, I’m down a brat,” Levi’s voice said from the other side of the door.

“But can we get drunk on the ground?”

Mikasa and Sasha heard no response, just Levi’s footsteps retreating.

“I’m taking your silence as a yes!” Connie yelled.

“How are you not dead yet?” Ymir’s voice came from the room next door.

Sasha stood up and opened the door.

Mikasa shook her head at her friends.

“So…..I’ll get Eren and Armin. We’ll have a big party!” Connie said as he pumped his hand into the air before kicking the door to Armin and Eren’s room open.

Eren and Armin were sitting on the floor with a hand of cards in both of their hands.

“ALCOHOL!” Connie said as he danced away with the bottle.

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They stayed very close to the cabin.

Though Eren and Mikasa had snuck around to the back.

They hadn’t meant to.

They had just kind of wandered around to the back of the cabin as Sasha, Connie, and Jean sang songs at the top of their lungs.

The whiskey had been smooth but it had burned Mikasa’s throat causing her to cough a few times.

Eren, on the other hand, had no problem drinking it down.

His hand ended up in hers and here they were.

Mikasa desperately wanted to kiss him. Though they had only shared two kisses, it still wasn't enough.

The looming possibility of war and one of them dying was starting to be felt by Mikasa.

Everyone was feeling it.

There was no peaceful way down this path.

When Eren stopped walking, Mikasa turned in front of him.

He reached out with a shaky hand before he caressed her cheek.

"Can I…"

She didn't let him finish the sentence. "Yes."

And his lips were on her lips.

She could taste the alcohol again.

Eren grabbed her waist with his free hand, pulling her flush against him as he walked her backwards. Her back hit the wall of the cabin as they continued to kiss.

Eren's tongue kicked at her lips before she opened her own to grant him access. The way he caressed her tongue with his own.

Her hands fists in his shirt, demanding him to be closer.

Their kiss became more frantic, almost desperate.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

Maybe it was everything looming over them.

But that didn't matter.

In this moment all that mattered was each other.

It was clear which one of them pulled away first but oxygen had become an issue.

Eren's forehead rested on Mikasa. He removed the hand on her waist to her face.

"Mikasa, if I don't….if things go bad, promise me you'll live for me." His hand went to the scarf. "Throw this away and live. Find someone to give you a family. Get rid of the scarf."

She shook her head. "No, Eren."

"Mikasa, even if we win…"

"We will."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because we deserve it."

Eren shook his head.

Mikasa 's hand traveled up to his neck, attempting to pull him closer. "If you don't fight, you can't win."

His own words were being repeated to him. He sighed before nodding.

"I….I don't want anyone else but you. There's not...there won't be anyone else,” she reassured him.

She heard him swallow.

"There's no changing your mind, is there?"

"None."

Eren sighed.

This time, Mikasa was the one to kiss Eren. He responded back.

Somehow this kiss was even more desperate than the last. Mikasa's hands tangled in Eren's hair.

Bad singing quickly broke them from their moment.

They could hear their friends in the front yard which caused them to break apart.

They arrived back to see only Armin, Connie, Ymir, and Jean.

"Where are the other two?" Eren asked.

Ymir pointed behind the log she was sitting on.

Mikasa and Eren peered over to see Sasha and Historia asleep back to back.

"Guys, I think I'm super drunk because I see someone walking this way," Connie said as he looked into the whiskey bottle.

"I've barely had anyone and see someone too," Ymir scoffed.

Everyone stared as the figure got closer.

"Any ideas?" Armin asked as he stood up to try and get a better look.

"Who knows? Could be anybody. They're kind of short though," Jean replied.

The hooded figure made it all the way to be a few paces away from the fire. Mikasa and Ymir stepped in front of Eren and Historia, respectfully. Each protector standing in front of those who needed it.

The hooded figure removed their hood.

There was a gasp.

But Annie paid no mind to the fact that Mikasa was about to punch her.

"What do you need?" She asked Armin directly.

#troos #my writing

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trancowboy · 7 years

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Hi, I absolutely love your writing, I don't know if you take requests, but if you do, could you write a Sterek secret admirer AU?

This isn’t exactly an AU, but here you go.♥

The first postcard came on a Friday.

It was a Friday just like any other;boring, uneventful, good. It had been like that for the past coupleof years, ever since he’d left Beacon Hills behind for good, andDerek liked it this way. There was no one coming to kill him, no onemanipulating or using him, it was just a normal life. For the firsttime, his life was normal and good and without evil looming over himevery step he took.

Every weekday at nine am, he went toclasses for the history degree he never got to finish before Lauragot taken from him and everything back in Beacon Hills happened.Every day around noon, he went out with his two close friends (Ryanand Barbara, both fellow werewolves but neither of them pack) forlunch. Every day at four pm, he’d return home to his apartmentbuilding and rest and do whatever he wanted, because he could do thatnow.

That Friday was like every other.Except this time, as he checked his mailbox after coming home, Derekfroze at the sight of a postcard stacked on top of the small pile ofmail.

The words Los Angeles wereprinted on the front in big, blocky letters, parts of the city ineach of them. He frowned down at it, confused because he didn’t knowanyone in Los Angeles.

He knew people nearby, sure, but…well… he hadn’t been in contact with any of them for years, now.His heart ached at the thought of them, at the thought of him,but he pushed the longing away and flipped the card over instead.

The handwriting on the back was neatand familiar, in a way. Derek knew he had seen it somewhere before,but he couldn’t place it. There was no return address, he noted ashis eyes scanned over it, but there was a faint scent lingering onthe ink.

The scent was familiar. The scenttugged at his heartstrings. The scent calmed him instantly and madehim feel at ease. Or maybe he was just imagining things. It wouldn’tbe the first time.

Sighing quietly to himself, he lookedback at the words written and read.

“You’re one of the smartest peopleI know, and that says a lot coming from me. Your brain is incredible,and I wish I had known sooner. I would have asked you to tell meeverything you know and done everything in my power to soak up theknowledge that’s in that big brain of yours.

I miss you.”

In the bottom right corner was thenumber six in a red marker, and Derek stared down at the words for along while, his brain repeating the words I miss you over andover and in his head.

“Got yourself a nice postcard, dear?”someone to his right said, bringing him back out of his head, andDerek lifted his gaze to Mrs. Jones, the old lady who lived twofloors below him.

“Wrong address,” he said with ashrug and a small smile on his lips, because it had to be. Thiscouldn’t be for him.

That didn’t stop him from putting itsomewhere safe, though.

The second one came the day after,sitting there on top of his bills.

Derek’s heart was already beating fast,having just come back from a run, and it kept beating rapidly in hischest as his hand hovered over the postcard. That faint scent stilllingered on the card, but he didn’t let himself inhale it.

He had come too far in moving on to lethimself indulge in something that smelled like him.

Swallowing past the lump in his throat,Derek pulled the card out and looked at the front of it. It wassimilar to the first one, although except for Los Angelesprinted across the front, this one had Arizona in a similarstyle.

Again, Derek didn’t know anyone inArizona. He didn’t know anyone outside of Beacon Hills and New York,and it only left him more confused.

He flipped the card over – no returnaddress this time either, and the number five in red marker on thebottom right corner – and read the message on the back.

“Your heart is so big.Metaphorically, of course, not literally. You’ve always taken care ofus all, and never expected anything in return. You’ve sacrificedyourself for us more times than I can count on one hand (giantfucking moron) and I don’t think any of us ever said thank you. Iwish you had asked for something in return, so maybe you would havehad a reason to stay.

I miss you.”

Derek frowned down at it, reading itover a few more times before he tore his gaze away.

This… This couldn’t be for him.

He had to be imagining the familiarscent lingering on the card, he just had to. Because why would anyonesend him a postcard? Why would anyone send him two? And even moreconfusing, how did anyone outside of New York know where he lived?

He wasn’t exactly hiding, not really.He still kept the Hale name alive by using it on the lease of hisapartment, but he hadn’t told anyone back at Beacon Hills where hewas going or where he was. He hadn’t been in contact with themsince… well, since Mexico.

And besides, he didn’t deserve thesekind of messages. He didn’t deserve this kindness, so no. Theseweren’t for him.

But regardless, he found himselfputting the postcards – both the first and the second - on thefridge.

Maybe he was just imagining thelingering scent, maybe. But he couldn’t get himself to let the cardsgo. He let himself pretend, for just a second, that the scent wasreal and the cards were for him.

There was no postcard on Sunday, norwas there one on Monday when he checked after his afternoon class. Hewas about to be disappointed – why, he didn’t know. They weren’teven for him, as he kept telling himself over and over again – butthen Tuesday rolled around and there it was.

This one was an Oklahoma one,that familiar scent still lingering on it but more than the othertwo. He tried to will down the skip his heart did, tried to bite backthe little smile that threatened to pull at his lips, but it happenedbefore he could stop himself.

“Why is your heart going crazy all ofthe sudden, Derek?”

Cursing silently to himself, Dereklifted his gaze and looked over at where Barbara was standing, a browraised in curiosity and a little teasing grin curling at the cornerof her pink lips.

Back when they first met, Barbara hadreminded him of Erica; her personality shockingly similar, whichmeant she’d reminded him of Laura as well. Barbara looked nothinglike either of them, with her dark skin and short and blue dyed hair,but Derek could still sometimes hear his late beta and his sister’svoice in hers.

Barbara had punched his shoulder andhugged him tightly, when he’d told her. Apparently it hadn’t bothered her in the least. She had lost her own sister a few years back, so sheunderstood.

“No reason,” Derek lied with ashrug, pulling the small stack of mail out and shoving the postcardin the middle.

“You don’t gotta be a werewolf toknow that’s a lie,” someone behind him said, and Derek looked overhis shoulder to give Ryan a warning look.

Ryan was a fairly short man, only justreached Derek’s chin when he stood with his back straight, but he wasprobably one of the strongest people Derek had ever met. That wentfor both physically and mentally.

His dark hair was short and oftenneatly styled, and a few fuzzy hairs covered his jaw. He’d beenecstatic the first time hair had started appearing on his chin andhad even gone as far as to name a few of them.

While Barbara had named a few with him,Derek had rolled his eyes and called him ridiculous. Although, hecouldn’t deny that he had been excited for him, too. Ever since Ryanand his pack’s emissary had found a way to get him on hormones, Ryan had become more and more himself.

“It’s nothing,” Derek repeated,knowing full well his lie was unconvincing. But he ignored both oftheir pointed looks, ignored the flush that made his ears warm, andheaded up toward his apartment instead.

“It’s not nothing,” Barbaracontinued once they made it inside, Ryan closing the door behindthem. “Clearly, it’s something, and I want to know what.”

“She’s gonna snoop if you don’t tellus, you know that,” Ryan said, and Derek sighed.

“Someone has been sending mepostcards,” he finally admitted, slapping the stack of mail onto atable. The third postcard peeked out from the middle of it, and hiseyes lingered on it.

His fingers itched to read the messageon the back.

“Friends of yours?” Ryan asked andeyed the card with interest.

“No,” Derek said with a short shakeof his head. He then shrugged and continued, “I don’t know. They’renot for me. Someone’s got the wrong address.”

“How many have you gotten?” Barbaraasked and picked it up. Derek pretended he didn’t care, when sheflipped it over and her eyes scanned over the back.

“That’s the third.”

“No return address,” she noted in amutter. She fell silent for a brief minute, then slowly met his gaze,her face soft. “I don’t think whoever this is has got the wrongaddress, Derek.”

Derek send her a questioning look, andBarbara handed him the card. Carefully, he took it and flipped itover. There was a number four in the bottom right corner, written inthe same red marker as the other two, and still no return address.

The message, when he read it, left hisheart aching.

“You’re so brave and strong.You’ve gone through so much hell, and I hope that, wherever you are,you can finally have some peace and heal. You’ve gone through enoughbad shit to deserve some peace, Derek. I hope you’ve stopped fightinga fight that isn’t yours and have started recovering instead. Youdeserve that.

I miss you.”

He swallowed thickly, stared at it foranother moment, then tore his gaze away from the words and metBarbara’s eyes. She was smiling softly at him, her head tiltedslightly to the right.

She said nothing, though. She didn’tneed to. She said everything she needed to with the look she wasgiving him, and he nodded slightly in response.

This was for him. And the scent thatlingered on the card told him who it was from, but not why. Or even,how.

“Hey,” Ryan’s voice cut throughsoftly, and both Derek and Barbara turned to look at him. “So, I’vegot a doctor’s appointment this afternoon.”

Sensing the nerves radiating from hisfriend, Derek asked, “You want us to come with you?”

“I mean,” Ryan said with a shrug,“my alpha will be there, but… that’d be great, actually. If youwant to.”

“Of course, dude,” Barbara saidwith a wide and toothy smile. She walked over and flung her armaround Ryan’s shoulders. “We’re in this with you. Plus, there mightbe some cute girls there, and I really need me some cute girlstoday.”

Derek rolled his eyes at them as theyheaded toward the door, shaking his head fondly at her statement.

Ryan scoffed and said, “Pick up girlsat a bar like a normal person, Barb.”

“I’m a werewolf, Ry,” Barbara said,her voice disappearing out the hallway. “I ain’t a normal personeven if I wanted to be.”

Whatever Ryan said, Derek didn’t listento. They were just down the hall, so he could, but he didn’t want to.Instead, he read the message on the back of the postcard over again.And again and again, lifting the card closer to his face to inhalethe scent lingering there.

His heart ached, longing overwhelminghim.

I miss you too, he wanted tosay.

Pushing it away, Derek put the postcardup with the other two on the fridge, stared at them for a longmoment, before he followed Barbara and Ryan back out of hisapartment.

The fourth one arrived only the dayafter, this one with Indiana printed across the front of it.The number three was written in the bottom right corner in that samered marker as before, and the message made him smile, just a smalland private smile.

“You’re so funny. Not in theconstantly cracking a joke kinda way or the me kinda way, but in yourown way. You’re witty in the driest way, and I love that about you.You’re a sarcastic little shit just as much as I am, and I couldbicker with you for a whole day without getting bored or annoyed atyou. You’re so funny, and I’m so happy the hell you’ve gone throughhasn’t taken that away from you.

I miss you.”

This time, there was no doubt about thescent. Derek knew from the moment he opened his mailbox, knew beforehe even came down there. The scent was overwhelming and so familiarthat his heart swelled and ached at the same time; with calmness andhappiness and longing and sorrow.

This postcard smelled a hundred percentof Stiles, and if Derek kept it by his pillow for just one night,closing his eyes and imagining him laying next to him, thenthat was for no one but him to know.

The fifth one came a few days after thefourth. This one had Pittsburgh printed across the front in asimilar sense as the rest of them, and this one had Stiles’ scent allover it.

This one had the number two written inthe bottom right corner, and this one, like the rest of them, had noreturn address. But unlike the others, this one had the words “Ibet you know who ;)” written where the return address wouldhave been.

And his secret admirer was right. Derekdid know who, and he closed his eyes and inhaled Stiles’ scentunashamed for a few seconds, before he opened his eyes and read themessage on the back.

“You’re so beautiful. I knew youwere attractive from the moment I met you, but the more I got to knowyou, the more beautiful you became. You’re beautiful when you protectthe ones you care about. You’re beautiful when you’re snarky and anasshole. You’re beautiful when you talk strategy. You’re beautifulwhen you let some of that big brain of yours show.

But nothing compares to the beautyof your smile. When you smile, it’s like the sky just got anotherbright star. I hope you’re smiling more where you are, Derek. I hopeyou have more reasons to smile now than you did before.

I miss you.”

Derek knew his ears and cheeks werebright red way before there was a finger flicking at his right ear.

“You’re blushing,” he heard Barbarasay in a teasing sing-song voice as she flicked his burning red earagain and again.

“Shut up,” he grumbled and swattedher hand away.

He read the postcard several more timesthroughout the day, over and over again while imagining Stilestelling him those things in person.

And with his scent coming off of thecard in clear waves, it wasn’t so hard to do if Derek just closed hiseyes and opened his heart.

The sixth one didn’t arrive. It didn’tarrive for days.

Derek kept finding himself going downto check his mailbox a few times a day, even though there was nothingin there and even though he couldn’t smell Stiles’ scent anywherenear it. But he kept doing it, kept making sure there was nothing inthere.

And every time, the box was empty andhis heart ached.

He tried not to let himself bedisappointed when day five of no new postcard rolled around, but hehad gotten his hopes up and those postcards had been the highlight ofhis month, so his heart ached a little every time he found hismailbox empty.

Saturday on the week after came, andDerek was reading over some notes from class when he heard it.

A heartbeat.

A heartbeat coming closer and closer.

Derek’s own heart started beating inthe same rhythm as the one he listened to, and he stopped focusing onwhatever he was reading and instead turned toward the door leadinginto his apartment.

It didn’t matter how long it had beensince he last heard that heartbeat. It didn’t matter how long it hadbeen since that scent last made its way into his nostrils from thesource and not a postcard.

It didn’t matter. Derek would know thatheartbeat and that scent anywhere.

He rose from his seat as the heartbeatarrived on his floor, and he practically ran toward the door, hisfeet moving on their own. He could hear the heartbeat, smell thescent, through the thick wood of the door, and he pulled it open asecond before there would be a knock.

Stiles still looked like he always had,although more grown now. But it was still Stiles, there was no doubtabout it, and the mere sight of him made Derek’s heart speed up andhis entire body feel calm all at once.

There was a wide smile on Stiles’ pinklips, and in his hands was a postcard with New York printed acrossthe front of it. There were bags by his feet and one hanging off ofhis shoulders.

His scent was overwhelming, punchingthrough and shattering the walls Derek had let build up over the timethey had been apart.

“Found you,” Stiles said, the smileturning softer now.

Derek didn’t even hesitate when hereached out for the anchoring home that had found his way back tohim. And Stiles met him halfway.

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