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asvterias · 2 years

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hi! can i request a ziggy berman x reader where the reader and ziggy have been friends for a while and sheila kind of corners the reader and starts bullying her and then ziggy swoops in and saves the day? maybe kisses at the end?

tysm i love youe stories! 💗

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗈 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 ~ 𝖹𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝖡𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇

Warnings: Mild Swearing

Pairings: Ziggy Berman x Fem!Black!Friend!Reader

Summary: Two Shadysiders meet acquaintances and became close friends but that only puts a target on [name]’s back for a particular mean girl.

Tag List: @f4eism @tswiftlq @skimm0nzz @carolslittleslut @ciphertheclock @yurdreamgirlfriend

Word Count: 1,404

Since the beginning of summer camp, Ziggy loathed even being there, complaining that it was just a big waste of time. She discovered that it was not gonna be just Shadysiders, she also found out that Sunnyvalers appeared in the mixture.

Her older sister, Cindy ignored her weak protests, and eventually, Ziggy found herself on the bus among many Shadysiders driving to the summer camp. Personally, she didn’t want to interact with anybody since she’s kinda a loner and kept her feelings to herself.

Her pessimistic opinions on the summer camp withered away when she first met you. [Name] [Lastname], an outcast Shadysider like her.

Beautiful jet-black (curly/straight) hair, average height, (light/dark) eyes that showed complete warmth, brown skin which glistened underneath the sun’s radiation, and the most sparking personality that she’d ever encountered.

You two were roommates and became close friends…some might say that you developed a crush on the redhead. Obviously, you kept those feelings to yourself, aware that same-sex couples were shunned.

This day carried on, as usual, the sun immensely blasting down on the camp with campers doing various outside activities. Nick’s desperate attempts for your time and attention didn’t follow too far behind as well.

The Sunnyvaler boy had made many advances on you and very subtle hints that he was interested but you would just shrug them off. While Ziggy will just straightforwardly tell him that you’re not interested, especially to a Sunnyvaler.

Unfortunately, Ziggy wasn’t here to save you from distress this time which gave Nick the perfect opportunity to interact with you.

Luckily, you caught a glimpse of him walking in your direction with that little irritating smile of his and that’s how you found yourself at the lake. It was peaceful and quiet, just giving you a taste of reality as you clear your thoughts.

You were completely unaware that Sheila and her goons had walked up to you, immediately bringing you out of your peaceful state.

“Look at what we have here girls. Another shadyside trash.”

So much for a peaceful day.

You turned around, greeting the three Sunnyvaler girls with a tight smile as irritation settled in your eyes. “What do you want Sheila?”

“You think that I didn’t find out your little secret, huh?” Sheila began, a taunting smile tugging at the curves of her lips.

At first, you remained frozen at her revelation. She couldn’t know. How could she know? Who did she already tell your secret to?

You decide to play it off cool because you knew that Sheila feeds off of your weaknesses. Your face transforms solemnly as you crossed your arms, “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“Don’t play stupid with me, [name]. You’re a very smart girl, unless…Ziggy bewitched you with those uncommon feelings of yours for her.” The raven-haired Sunnyvaler accuses your best friend.

“You’re acting absurd, Sheila! I’m not being bewitched by Ziggy.” You defended the younger Berman girl. Sheila didn’t even have the right to accuse Ziggy, of all people of a witch’s curse which happened 300 years ago. “You’ve just gone completely bat-shit crazy, Ziggy is not possessed by the witch and she didn’t string me along with her evil biddings.”

The girl tilts her head in response, fury practically filling her body as her hands ball up into fists from her sides. If there’s one thing about Sheila, it’s that she doesn’t like being wrong.

“Hey, [name]. Cindy finally let me finish cleaning that shitty outhouse with her so I’m free.” Ziggy’s voice sprang out as she walked over, her eyes glued on the ground oblivious to Sheila’s presence. In receiving silence, she looked up and her sparkling smile vanishes when she realizes that you were not alone. “What the fuck are you doing here, Sheila?”

Sheila spoke. “The party is just getting started, witch.”

“Now, [name], we weren’t finished with our conversation.” She stalked closer toward you as her two friends grabbed Ziggy’s forearms to stop her from coming to your aid. You could hear the Shadysider utter curses above her breath to the Sunnyvalers.

“Are. You. Being. Bewitched. By. Ziggy.?”

Surprisingly, the redhead finally got free from their grip and hurried to your rescue. “Knock it off sheila!!” Ziggy proclaimed, shoving the girl roughly by her shoulder.

“Oh, look it’s your princess in shining armor, [name].” She stated to the Berman girl. “She’s not even defending herself that’s how weak she is.”

Just then, Ziggy steps in front of you, her glare immediately hardening. “Knock it the fuck off sheila!”

“Why should I? Messing with L/N is so fun!”

The Berman girl scoffs. “Alright, look here you litt–“

“Ziggy, just drop it, alright.” You sighed in defeat. There was no point in arguing with Sheila, she would just take the victory in all of it.

“No, I’m not gonna drop it, [name]! She’s bullying you and I’m tired of her shit. I don’t care if she bullies me but for you, it’s a different story.”

“Yeah, listen to her if you know what’s good for you, you witch.” Apparently, that was enough to piss the Berman girl off causing her to punch Sheila right in the face, who staggers on her balance.

“Ziggy, what the hell?” You cursed at your friend, pulling her back with her bruised hand, maintaining some space from her goonies.

“She deserves it!” Ziggy rolls her eyes as she focuses on her hand. “She’s lucky that I couldn’t get two more in, for a matter of fact.”

“Let’s just get out of here, zigs.”

“Why don’t you tell her about your little crush on a certain person?” Becky spits out, glaring holes into your eyes.

“What crush is she talking about–“

“It’s nothing.” You brushed her off as you grabbed her hand and headed back toward the camp.

“You can’t just let those Sunnyvalers asshole walk all over you like that.” You remained quiet, already annoyed by the conversation. “Besides, what was Becky talking about? It’s not like it was true, right…?”

“Ohh…” you blew a breath, “I was hoping that you forgot.”

Ziggy nudged you by your arm, a grin present on her face. “I promise, it’ll just stay between us.”

“Sheila found out who my crush was.” For some reason, you saw her features deflate and couldn’t shake off the feelings. Could there be a slight possibility that Ziggy likes you back as well? “And there was no doubt that her thing 1 and 2 knew about it as well.”

“God, please let it be anyone but the goode boys.” She groaned, trying to hide the pain in her tone.

“We’ll…she’s kinda a she.” You revealed, seeing how she stops in her tracks and how her blue beautiful orbs connect to your chestnut eyes.

“She has fiery red hair, remarkable personality, beautiful ocean blue eyes, freckles which could match the constellations…and don’t worry she’s a shadysider.“ You explained with a micshevioud mishecvious grin. “And I don’t how to repay her for saving me.”

“Maybe with a kiss or asking her out on a date.” Ziggy chimes in with a dopey smile. “I’m sure that she’ll be happy with either one.”

“Really what will she say!” You feigned ignorance.

“Maybe she’d accept it.”

You decided to play along. “Accept what? The date or the kiss?”

“Both.”

You beamed, tugging her hand to your shared cabin. Once you were in the cabin, you shut the door lock. “Wouldn’t she like to find out?”

“Umm…” she stuttered out, her cheeks tinted with red, “M-maybe we should go somewhere more private..y’know just for safety measures.”

“We’re in a cabin alone, red, I don’t know how private you want us to be.” You taunted playfully, enjoying her lame excuses of wanting to be alone with you. “Ziggy Berman getting nervous, that’s a first.”

“Shut up,” she replied before grabbing you by your shirt and pulling you into a passionate kiss. This will surely be a summer to remember, you were certain of it.

#fear street 1978 #fear street 1978 oneshot #fear street 1978 fluffy oneshot #ziggy berman #ziggy berman x reader #ziggy berman x fem!reader #ziggy berman x fem!black!reader

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

…..

They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children…

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still!

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip!

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment.

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent.

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating...

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident…

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

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beepboop358 · 3 years

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A Prom in S4 Theory & Music Coding Predictions

Some leaked set pics indicate that there MAY BE a junior/senior prom at Hawkins High, which they are calling the "Lover's Ball". It's unclear if this prom will be included on screen, or if it will just be mentioned as an event coming up at Hawkins High because this flyer could just extra set decor. Regardless if the prom happens on screen or not, there will probably be some tension about 'who's asking who' to the prom that we will see in s4. Given that this picture was just leaked a few weeks ago, it probably falls closer to the end of the season sequentially.

Having a big school dance in s4 is suspiciously close to how they had the Snowball scene in s2. This would certainly follow the even/odd season patterns, (and actually add to the list of the patterns), which kind of makes me think we will see this prom on screen, or at the very least it will be mentioned in the course of the season.

The Duffer Brothers love Steven King and reference his work and especially 'IT' a lot in the show, but they haven't done anything with Carrie yet so maybe we will get a Carrie moment this season at the prom...

Carrie was on the video store fridays movie inspiration board for ST4.

At the "Lover's Ball", there will be definitely be some music coding relating to Byler. Since music coding is kind of a key thing in the show, I've been rifling through 80's songs to try and find some that may fit with s4's themes/character storylines (and I may do a seperate post about that later), but for this post I'm just gonna focus on what they might use at the prom for relating to Byler.

Since the season is most likely going to take place in 1986, I only selected songs that had a compatible release year so it would be historically accurate. (these songs would also be great for a byler playlist!)

Some strong contenders for the songs that might play at the prom to reference Mike and Will's relationship could be:

"True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper (1986)

This song is honestly too good of an option for them not to use. I'm reallllyyy crossing my fingers for this one.

It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness inside you Can make you feel so small

"And I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid (don't be afraid) To let them show your true colors True colors are beautiful (you're beautiful, oh) Like a rainbow Oh oh oh oh oh like a rainbow"

If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there

"Heaven" by Bryan Adams (1984)

This first verse is literally just the story of Byler... 😭 The rest of the song applies but that verse verse is just sooooo accurate. (I'm crossing my fingers for this one too)

"Oh thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothing can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more

Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart Isn't too hard to see We're in heaven

Oh once in your life you find someone Who will turn your world around Bring you up when you're feelin' down Yeah nothin' can change what you mean to me Oh there's lots that I could say But just hold me now 'Cause our love will light the way"

"Take My Breath Away" by Berlin (1986)

This song is on Will's Spotify playlist, and I thought it could also be used at the prom since it's a romantic song. I see it as an 'entrance to the prom' moment song, almost like a 'first look' - like the Mike and El moment at the snowball when she first walks in, but with Mike and Will this time. I think the lyrics clearly hint to this kind of 'first look' moment as well.

"Watchin' every motion in my foolish lover's game On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn around and say...take my breath away"

Watchin' every motion in this foolish lover's game Haunted by the notion, somewhere there's a love in flames Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn my way and say...take my breath away"

"In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins (1981)

This song was originally meant to be included in the snowball scene from s2, but it ultimately was not used and "Every Breath You Take" was used for this scene instead. Since it was intended to be a part of the s2 dance, that's why I think it may be used at the prom this season. (you can read the scripts on 8flix)

——— I forgot to include this explanation originally BUT, I think this song might be used to show some anger/resentment between the two, and to show a decent amount of tension, depending on their development this season. Like maybe Mike is kind of leading Will on in private by continuing to initiate intimate scenes between them, but in public Mike is still trying to put on his “straight boy act” and kind of being a jackass about it, and this song could be used to show the tension between them that has caused.

"And I've been waiting for this moment, for all my life, (Oh lord)

Well, I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies.

Well I remember, I remember don't worry How could I ever forget It's the first time, the last time we ever met But I know the reason why you keep this silence up

No you don't fool me The hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you and me"

"In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel (1986)

Some of the lyrics in this song just SCREAMS byler, just look at the 1st, 2nd and 4th paragraphs. I would be suprised if they didn't use this song in either s4/s5.

Love, I get so lost sometimes Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart When I want to run away I drive off in my car But whichever way I go I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return The grand facade, so soon will burn Without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside

In your eyes The light, the heat (in your eyes) I am complete (in your eyes) I see the doorway (in your eyes) To a thousand churches (in your eyes) The resolution (in your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)

Love, I don't like to see so much pain So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

"Heroes" by David Bowie (1975)

David Bowie was bisexual. A cover of his song “Heroes” is used in the show twice already, sung by Peter Gabriel. The song plays when they pull Will's fake body out of the water in season one and Mike cries in his Mom's arms, with some very queer-coded lyrics in the background, and after Hopper's letter in s3 (which is very Byler-centric)

"I will be king. And you, you will be queen 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact. Yes, we're lovers, and that is that. Though nothing will keep us together. We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes forever and ever. What d'you say? I, I wish I could swim, like dolphins, like dolphins could swim I, I can remember (I remember) Standing by the wall (By the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (Over our heads) And we kissed as though nothing could fall (Nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side. Oh, we can beat them forever and ever. Then we could be heroes just for one day We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer just for one day"

I just thought the above songs might be some highly likely possibilities given that they fit the year of the s4 and also make references to not only love, but the idea of hiding, pain, shame, longing, etc., and can make some (partially stretching here) references to other things in the show such as:

RAINBOWS and TRUE COLORS, SHINING THROUGH (rainbows imagery is always associated with Mike & Will in the show and a is symbol of lgbtq+ pride, True Colors shining through = who you really are on the inside finally coming out)

IF THIS WORLD MAKES YOU CRAZY ("crazy together", "only love makes you that crazy" and references the "world" motif in the show)

YOUNGER YEARS, ONLY YOU AND ME, YOUNG, WILD AND FREE (references "not wanting things to change" and wanting "to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter, and the "But we're not kids anymore" comment during the Byler fight)

ENDLESS OCEAN and SWIM, LIKE DOLPHINS (references water's significance in the show)

FLAMES (Will in front of the burning car in s4 teaser?)

LIES and LYING (Mike lying to El about how he feels)

INSTINCTS RETURNING, FACADES BURNING, WITHOUT MY PRIDE, I REACH OUT FROM THE INSIDE (Mike's feelings for Will are his instincts, the facade is the act he put on in s3 to seem straight, burning could reference Will & fire, and I think the last 2 lines of that 2nd verse reference vulnerability- perhaps in an apology/confession)

I GET SO LOST (confusion about his sexuality, feeling lost without the other) and SO MUCH WASTED TIME (known each other since kindergarten but were unaware the other felt the same way/was dealing with same things, they could have been even closer)

KINGS and QUEENS (the d&d game mike wrote where he has king Tristan give him a medal in s1)

STEALING TIME (references "turning back the clock, to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter and the time theme in s4 and time is central to the s4 plot)

AND WE KISS - AND THE SHAME (references the shame they both feel about being gay since it was so stigmatized in the 80's)

Byler @ Prom Possibilities:

If Mike and Will did dance together at the prom, they will probably get bullied because they live in a small conservative town. They will probably either run out, upset, or Eleven will step in to protect them which could lead to the Carrie moment.

Or Mike and Will will not dance together in the actual dance room, but instead sneak off to somewhere else in the school and have a private Byler dance moment where they can't be teased and it's just them together.

OR Mike and Will are still acting weird at this point in the season because neither of them is communicating what needs to be said out of fear, or one of them has confessed or done something to indicate how they feel, but the other hasn’t so everything is weird between them. There would be lots of tension from this and we would get lots of longing looks and adoring moments between the two of them from the sidelines. (I think this one is the most likely)

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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“The Man Of Your Dreams”

Y’all. Y’ALL.

I was gonna make this a series but then I was like “Aw nah I can wrap it up neatly in one go”.

And that “one go” took 3 and 1/2 hours and 10 pages!!!!!!!! (on GoogleDocs anyway...)

I went with my “keep dreaming about a man and then you go off to find him” idea.

The dating app one might be for a longer series, idk yet.

But this, this is my baby.

Like I said, I had this dream. Specifically the first and last scene. And ya’ll while I wrote the crescendo, I played Tyler Blackburn’s “Can’t Love Me.” Specifically starting at 2:11. I highly recommend playing it as you read from:

“Until out of nowhere--“Y/N???””

But that’s just me. I replayed that scene with the music about a thousand times in my head, I won’t lie to you.

I hope you love this as much as I do!!

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“Oh no it’s happening again.”

“What?! No not now,”

“Yeah I feel it, the pulling,”

“Dammit! No no no…” He grabbed you on both of your sides and pulled you into his chest as tightly as he could, but you knew it wouldn’t help; You were fading, and the last words you hear were:

“I will find you!!”

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Suddenly, you woke up in your bed in a cold sweat.

“Dammit...not again,” You shook your head. “No, no no no NO!!!!” You let yourself have a moment of breakdown, before immediately grabbing the pencil and giant pad of paper from under your bed. You had to get it down before it faded, again. The face, HIS face. You furiously filled in the lines on his face you had missed before, and you finally got the dimples on his mouth right. However, it was the eyes that drove you most insane.

Half filled in while the rest of his face was taking shape, his eyes were the one thing you could never quite get. Not that you hadn’t seen them enough, you had been having dreams about this man for over a month straight now. Every night, the same man. But it didn’t feel like dreaming, not in the slightest. It felt very much like being awake in this world, everything was so real.

He was so real.

And so, after a week of these “episodes”, you decided to yourself that this couldn’t be a coincidence, that it was NOT a mix of your subconscious making up scenarios in your head, it was real. This man existed somewhere, and you were going to find him.

However the question of “How” was still very annoyingly present. Sure you and this man had talked about everything, seriously EVERYTHING. Likes, dislikes, career, life stories--- well, at least you were pretty sure you had.

Some conversations in your dream world were completely crystal clear in your mind--

When he was six and all he wanted was a red bike, and come Christmas morning it wasn’t there. He had stormed around his mom’s apartment having a total temper tantrum until his abuelita asked him to check if she had left her keys out in the hall from last minute shopping. He opened the door to reveal a brand new, shiny red 10 speed bike propped against their doorway.

“We lived on the 10th floor, with no elevator. My mom and abuelita carried that thing up 10 flights of stairs just so I’d have a happy Christmas morning,” He had told you with tears in his eyes.

And then others, containing any real information about where to find him, were a blur. Specific details like his name, his job, even where he currently lived-- they sounded like garbled nonsense when you tried to recall them.

The Universe is a sadistic bastard.

But that conversation about the bike-- it was so specific and so detailed that there was no way your mind could have made it up. No way. But all you knew was that at some point in his childhood he lived with his mom and abuela in a 10th story apartment somewhere in New York City. That’s it.

And one more thing that you couldn’t shake-- his touch.

There had been a dream where he had asked to kiss you, to which you happily agreed. He had pulled you close into his arms, his hands ran through your hair as he pressed his lips against yours. And every dream since then, you two were always either holding hands or holding each other, or touching in any capacity-- as if you were both trying to memorize what it felt like.

Of course this still being “a dream”, a lot of the times your “dates” with this man were just playing out themselves, and you were blissfully unaware that they were even dreams. So you’d never think of asking “real” questions like where to meet or something. Only those few moments before you would wake would you realize “Oh that’s right, this isn’t real.” And by then it was too late.

But today was the day. You were sure of it. You had finally finished your drawing of your “dream man”, apart from the filled in eyes. Only an eyeline shaped hole rested in the middle of his perfect face.

“Okay, that is just horrifying” You heard your roommate’s voice behind you.

“What? It’s perfect, Shi!” You defended your drawing.

Sure you had hesitated telling your best friend of 10 years about your “situation”, but once you decided that you were going to find him, you knew you’d need her help. And so, after a very long conversation over a LOT of drinks, you had convinced her to help you. Well, reluctantly help you.

“Well it’ll be no problem trying to find a guy with NO EYES,” She giggled.

“Shut up, I just...I can’t get them right,”

“Can’t get them right? Girl have you or have you not told me that you have studied that man’s face EVERY night for the past 6 weeks?”

“Yeah but….they’re so...perfect,” You sighed-- the gaping eye hole was mocking you. It was like the Universe saying “Good luck finding him without THESE!!!!”

But you knew, you just knew in your heart of hearts that if you saw his eyes in real life, you’d know. You’d know instantly. You had this-- look, between you. The way he looked at you, the love and passion in his beautiful green eyes.

You couldn’t draw that on paper.

“Well just how do you expect us to make a “missed connection” flier with a demon looking guy like that?”

“Look Shiloh, it’s a start ok?”

“It’s not! You need those eyes, eyes are the most distinguishing trait on a person’s face!” She shook the paper at you.

“I know that!!!” you scoffed.

“Alright well...just, try again tonight yeah?” She put a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah alright,”

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The next night you did all the nightly rituals you had read and researched up on how to “lucid dream”. Eating certain foods, meditating before bed, repeating mantras as you fell asleep-- sometimes they helped you take control of the dreams, sometimes not.

But this has never happened.

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You were suddenly “awake”, in a park. Wait, this wasn’t just some generic “Dream” park. You knew this park. You immediately started scanning the sights around you-- kids playing and running around, people talking on a fountain-- The fountain. You knew that fountain. Your eyes darted quicker around the scenic picture for a statute, and there it was.

This was Central Park. And not just Central Park, a very specific part of Central Park that you passed most days on your way to work. Could this just be the “coincidence” normal dream stuff seeping in? Just images of your day being played out in your REM cycle? I mean he wasn’t even--

“Dream girl,” His voice came from behind you.

You spun to face the fountain and saw him in an off white cream colored suit, with a pink tie. His hair was in a coif, and for the first time maybe ever, you noticed him carrying a briefcase.

“Hey you,” You smiled, pulling him into a long, deep kiss.

“So, Central Park today huh? You know you could’ve told me that beforehand I wouldn’t have paid an Uber to drive --- blocks.” You noticed the blurb in his number. Wait, wait this wasn’t happening.

“Wait, what?” You were suddenly “awake” .

“My office? It’s just about ---- blocks that way,” He pointed forward-- South.

His office was south from Central Park, only a few blocks away. Within walking distance.

“What else?” You grabbed him.

“What else? Baby are you ok…?” He backed up one step in concern.

“Dammit, snap out of it abogado!!!” You snapped at him, leaving you both in shock-- but for two different reasons.

He was suddenly “awake” in this world too, but you had just called him a name in spanish that you did not know the meaning of.

“Since when do you know spanish?” He asked.

“It’s spanish? QUICK tell me what it means!!!” You shook him.

“Abogado means--”

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And he was gone. It was gone. You had been pulled suddenly from your dream world, something that had never happened before. It wasn’t even morning yet, the sun was barely peeking out from the skyline. You had never gotten that close to getting details from him, NEVER.

Maybe the Universe was catching on.

You grabbed your phone from the charger beside you and furiously typed “Abogado” into google translate. And there it was, in black and white:

Lawyer.

This guy was a lawyer, who worked a few blocks south of Central Park. If he was real. You sighed to yourself as you put your phone down and went back to sleep.

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And you were in the park again.

“Hey, there you are! Where’d you go?” the “abogado” asked you with his dreamy smile. Wait, was he “asleep” again? And why did you pick up here? He knew you were gone? WAS THIS PLACE REAL?

“ABOGADO,” You shouted at him like a crazy person.

“...You don’t know spanish, why do you know-- Oh my god,” The man was suddenly cognizant of everything.

“Baby! Aw, baby girl I’ve missed you..” He pulled you into a kiss. You let him for a second, then pulled away quickly.

“Look, I don’t know what’s happening but this--” You gestured around the park. “This is near where I live. In reality,”

His eyes widened as he recognized where you were. “This is a few blocks from my office-- in reality,”

“Really? Really.” You were becoming frantic.

“I mean, if this is at all real, and you’re real--” He began looking around the park.

“I’M real, are YOU real?” You couldn’t believe he was questioning YOUR existence.

“I think the fact that we’re both questioning each other’s existence, might be either brain death or some kind of reality where we both do indeed exist,” He smirked.

“God you’re smart, why did I not know this before?”

“...I don’t know, we don’t really get into details usually, do we?”

“No but now-- oh my god, NOW,” You grabbed him again excitedly.

“Now what? Oh, I love that guy’s suit…” He peered over your shoulder.

“Rafael will you FOCUS?” You both stopped and stared at each other as soon as the name left your lips.

“...I-I’m sorry, what?” He was turning pale

“Rafael...w-why did I just call you Rafael?”

“....Rafael’s my name,” He stared at you in disbelief. He actually looked shocked that you knew his name.

“Y/N,” He finally spoke.

“Y/N is my name!!!!” You squealed. “This is happening, this is happening Rafael!!!!” You grabbed him in a hug but he still stood there in a daze.

“Oh god are you fading?”

“N-No, I just...you have a name,”

“...I..yeah?” You scrunch your nose. “Did...do...do you not think I’m real?”

“No!” He shook his head. “I mean I do think you’re real, I just...this...this hasn’t happened before,” He stroked your cheek with his thumb, staring at it while he did it. Like he was memorizing the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I know, this is the most detailed “episode” we’ve ever had,” You pressed his hand harder against your cheek, memorizing the feeling of his hands over yours.

“Tomorrow,” He stopped stroking your face and looked at you very seriously.

“What?”

“I-I feel it, I’m waking up-- damn early court time,” He grumbled. “But tomorrow-- er, today,” He grabbed both of your hands and squeezed them as hard as he could.

“If we are both real, we’ll meet here at this exact spot at 3:30 today, yeah?” You could see his body slowly disintegrating in front of you like Peter Parker at the end of Infinity War.

All you could do was nod as you felt yourself waking up, but you gave everything you had to grab him in one last kiss….

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BEEP BEEP BEEEP!!!!!!

Your alarm was yelling at you, but you were already wide awake. Today was the day. Today at 3:30, in Central Park, you were going to meet your dream man.

If he was real.

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The minutes passed by like hours, he would pick the day you have off so you could just sit there and stare at your phone obsessively all day. Of course after you had taken at least 2 hours to make sure you looked absolutely perfect for your man.

You wanted to look like his dream girl.

Finally, it was 3:20. Shiloh had come home early to walk with you to the park, there was no way she was missing this. You wanted enough time to make sure you’d be there exactly at 3:30, not a minute after. You held hands with Shi as you entered the park’s gates and just a few yards away was the fountain area you had been in last night.

“So...this is it,” Shiloh dropped your hands.

“I know....What time is it?” You shuddered with excitement.

“3:29-- you know maybe he’s not a stickler for time like you and needs to be obsessively early everywhere babe,”

“He’s a lawyer, they’re usually pretty punctual,” You raised an eyebrow. “Plus, if he’s as excited as I am he will be here on time,” You were bouncing on your heels like a little girl.

“Well, it’s 3:30 now…” You both began to look around the area. You had brought the drawing so Shiloh had an idea of who she was looking for, although she still deemed it impossible without his eyes.

“Y’know he said he had court today, maybe it’s further away from here,” You spoke out loud, still scanning every inch of the park. You didn’t know who you were trying to convince more, Shiloh or yourself.

Every second that passed by, your heart broke into teenier tinier pieces. You felt sick to your stomach, you were shaking-- you needed to sit.

Shiloh came and joined you on the side of the fountain and held you in her arms as the park suddenly began filling very quickly. There was some sort of event happening soon, and people were getting “good seats”.

“Wh-What? No, no you guys can’t be here!” You frantically began circling people. “How is he supposed to find me if you’re all surrounding this damn fountain? HOW?!”

“Y/N….Honey, chill…” Shiloh tried to pull you away, but you jumped onto the fountain to get away from her as the area continued to fill with people, even police began to survey the area-- they stared at you, whispering things into their walkies. They were going to ask you to get down. They were going to ask you to leave. They were going to make you lose your chance forever--- and you couldn’t have that.

“RAFAEL!!!!!!” You started screaming into the crowd. Several members of the crowd began turning and staring at you as you repeated the name over and over again, walking around on top of the fountain as you did.

“Are you nuts you’re going to get us arrested!!” Shiloh hissed, pulling on your arm.

“I don’t care--- RAFAEL!!!!!” You knocked her hand away and started screaming again.

“Ma’am, you’re going to need to come with us,” A Park Ranger started for your hand but you evaded it as you continued circling and screaming like an insane person.

“NO!!! I CAN’T!!!!! HE’LL BE HERE!!!! RAFAEL!!!!!!”

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“I mean, are you SURE it was this end of the park, Rafa?” Olivia Benson circled the same spot her and Rafael had been walking around for several minutes now.

“Yeah, I’m sure! There was a statue--”

“There are a LOT of statues in here, Rafa. Did you see anything else in this ‘dream’?”

“Look Liv, I appreciate you coming with me even though you don’t believe in this at all, but the snarkiness is not helping,” He folded his arms with a scowl.

“I’m sorry, I’ll--” Olivia was cut off mid-sentence by her walkie going off. “Benson.”

“Yeah hi, this is the CP patrol-- We heard you were around here, and I think we’ve got a-- what do you call it, special victim? This girl’s running around crazy yelling for some dude, I think she might be a few circuits short of a circuit board,”

“Where are you?”

“The South Entrance by Lootney Fountain,” As those words rang out through her walkie, Rafael’s eyes widened.

“The fountain…” He muttered, beginning to sprint across the park. “I forgot about the fountain!!!!!!”

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The CP Patrol had gotten you off the fountain and were trying to calm you down, but you wouldn’t stop yelling Rafael’s name. Until out of nowhere--

“Y/N???”

You’d know that voice anywhere. You jumped out of the cop’s reach and back onto the fountain where you could see over the crowd. Your eyes frantically searched when you saw a man running towards the fountain; from across the park, and then you saw his face.

It was Rafael.

The second you locked eyes, you both just stopped moving entirely. You were pretty sure you had stopped breathing. You could see everything in those big beautiful green eyes you had the hardest time putting down on paper. You saw the same thoughts running through his head as yours:

He was real. You were real.

“Y/N!!!!!!” He finally yelled, making the crowd turn to face him. He disappeared into the sea of people as you jumped down and began tearing through them like mad.

“RAFAEL!!!!” You screamed, knocking people over left and right. He was sprinting across the lawn, more desperate to get to you than anything in his entire life.

“Y/N!!!!!!” You heard his voice again, and this time it was so much closer. So crisp and clear, just like it was in your dreams-- But this was real. It was really happening. You gave one last push through a group of stragglers to come upon a man huffing and puffing in a cream colored suit, with a pink tie. But he seemed to lose all signs of fatigue as you hurled yourself into his arms-- his real, open arms. He spun you around and kissed you deeper and harder than he ever had in any of your encounters.

And it was real.

You felt it even more than the most detailed of dreams, his taste, the feel of his touch, his smell. You stood there locked in a kiss for several seconds, while Olivia waved off the coppers and Shiloh had broken through the crowd to see your very real dream man.

Finally, after convincing yourself to pull away from him, you looked into his eyes. His real, green eyes. You stroked his cheek while he kept the tightest grip around your waist, as if you were going to float away if he let up one second.

“You’re real,” You blinked back tears.

“So are you,” He held back his own tears, stroking yours away from your cheeks.

“I love you, Rafael,” You whispered, still scared to death you’d wake up at any moment.

“I love you, YN-- my dream girl,” He smiled back, pulling you into another long kiss.

That night you had normal dreams, which you didn’t mind in the slightest; because you slept in the arms of the man of your dreams.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #omg #one of my faves tbh #soulmate trope #Raul Esparza

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beautiful disaster - ch 1

Rating: M Ship: Kyoru Chapter 1/5: “Do you wanna hang out?”

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Learning intimacy, Virgin Dorks, Post-Curse, Manga/Anime Spoilers

Graduation was fast approaching, it seemed. Though it was still a few months away, Kyo couldn’t help but want to hang onto these memories of high school. Life would be completely different soon. Not in the way Kyo had originally suspected, of course. For so many years… he believed after he graduated high school that he’d be locked away for the rest of his life. That his life on the “outside” would be over. That he’d be separated from Tohru forever… and he’d be doomed for a lonely eternity.

But instead, she changed his life forever. Changed everyone around her like the precious flower she was. If anyone could bring out the good in someone, it was always her. Always Tohru. He didn’t deserve her… God, he didn’t. But she chose him. And how lucky he was that she did.

Shigure and the rat weren’t going to be home that afternoon. The thought of being left alone with Tohru made him warm all over. It shouldn’t be a big deal. They spent so much time together as it was since they’d been dating for months. And during their summer break they were alone a few times and it didn’t matter. Kyo couldn’t be afraid of being alone with the girl he loved. That was just stupid. There wasn’t anything to worry about. Or fret over. Or overthink. Right?

Right?

So, why did today feel so different? Why was he so itchy all over? He’d noticed a shift lately. He found himself staring at her hips as they swayed, found himself eyeing the creamy skin of her legs that shown between her skirts and socks.

“Oh, hey, Carrots. You waiting on Tohru?”

Bristling, he rocketed out of his thoughts. Kyo glanced up to see Uotani standing there with her arms crossed. Freaky wave girl wasn’t with her, shockingly. Not that he minded… her constantly teasing him about how attractive his master is made his skin crawl. Since the spirit of the cat had left him, he’d noticed that people were able to sneak up on him a lot easier than they used to. He kind of hated it, but he couldn’t really complain.

“Yeah, why?”

She cocked a brow. “Why do you think? Usually the prince is around to walk Tohru home with you, but he’s been surprisingly absent lately.”

Kyo snorted. “‘Course he is. He’s gotta girlfriend now and that student council crap. Besides, s’not like I want that jerk around.”

“You do like to hog our Tohru to yourself, huh?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

Uotani just barked a laugh at his expense. Just like she always did. Kyo couldn’t help but think there was a bit of spite to her words. She wasn’t wrong. And Tohru already agreed to move away with him. She’d be far away from the people she loved. There was a small guilt that ate at him for that reason alone. Tohru had agreed to come with him. Insisted that he was her most important person, and that she wanted to be with him. So, so many times, Kyo thought about how he didn’t deserve her devotion. That she shouldn’t give up everyone she loved just for him. But she was insistent.

He’d do whatever it meant to make her happy.

Kyo would give Tohru the damn universe if he could. If that's what she wanted.

“Seriously, though… Don’t go too crazy with your new found alone time. Be gentle with her, alright? She’s never had a boyfriend before and all of this is new to her.”

Pushing off the wall, he tilted his head. “Well, yeah. I’m new at this too and-- wait .” Kyo felt his cheeks heat as the meaning of her teasing words suddenly sunk in. “Shut up! That’s none of your damn business.”

Uotani tsked. “Don’t tell me you’re a prude, Carrots.”

“I--” he gritted his teeth. “I ain’t talking about this with you,” he sneered as he turned his back to her.

“You really do fluster easily, dontcha? No wonder you’re soulmates.”

Kyo grunted, feeling his cheeks warm clenching his fists before stomping off. “I’m gonna go find her.”

“See ya! I’ll ask Tohru all about it later!” she snickered with a wave.

“Shut up!”

Damn, did she know? Was it obvious he’d been checking Tohru out lately? Shit! Had she noticed!? Fuck, that was embarrassing.

The walk back home was uncomfortably silent, not that Tohru noticed. Her fingers were twined with his own as she hummed happily and swung their connected palms without a care in the world. She was muttering about what to make for dinner. Kyo loved that about her… that she could be in her own little world. Entirely obvious to the inner turmoil he felt. Not that he wanted her to know what he was so worked up about.

That stupid yankee didn’t know what she was talking about. ...Well, maybe she did . But that wasn’t the point. He couldn’t pressure Tohru into something like that. Unless… Wait. Did--Did Tohru bring it up to her friends? Did they talk about that kinda stuff? Did that mean she was ready for the next level of--of physical affection?

Shit, what did he know!? He couldn’t even hug a girl until recently. And the only girl he wanted to hug was Tohru. The only girl he wanted to do anything with was Tohru. They’d just learned how to cuddle, dammit. And Kyo hadn’t even realized how fucking touch starved he was until he and Tohru curled up together watching movies in the living room. Until they laid together listening to stupid music on the radio on her bed. Until he hugged her from behind when she cooked dinner--Shigure and Yuki caught them that time. And he was utterly humiliated and annoyed by their teasing.

Who could he even talk to about it? Certainly not Shigure. That guy was gross and perverted and there was no way he was going to ask for sex advice from somone who wrote trashy romance novels. Even if he was an expert on the topic, clearly. His master was also out of the question. He would be far too embarrassed to discuss that with his parent. Even if he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, it’d still be a big deal for Kyo.

So… that left the damn rat, didn’t it? Shit. No way. No way in hell would he stoop low enough to ask that bastard if he knew how to… er. Besides, he didn’t necessarily understand Yuki's relationship with Tohru, he can’t say that the guy would appreciate it. Anytime he fucked up, that guy was always there to glare at him. Or beat the crap out of him.

Fuck. He really was on his own with this, wasn’t he? Obviously, Kyo wasn’t an idiot. He knew the mechanics of how intimacy worked. But that just seemed like such a huge step to take. Which meant… he really would have to ask Tohru how she felt on the matter.

“Kyo…? Are you okay?”

Ah, crap. She finally noticed.

His cheeks flushed in an instant. “Y-Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine.”

Tohru blinked, looking over him. “Are you sure?”

Just spit it out. Just spit it out, goddammit!

“D-Do you and your friends talk about--uh--I dunno… girl talk?”

She seemed a bit taken aback by his question but took a moment to mull it over. Tohru glanced away from him, tapping her chin as she thought. “I guess so. We have sleepovers a lot. We talk about girl things then.”

“Do you… talk about me?”

“Well, yeah. I love talking about you, Kyo. Oh,” she glanced away as he tried not to focus on the admission that his girlfriend does, in fact, talk to her friends about him. “That must get bothersome after a while. I hope Uo-chan and Hana-chan aren’t annoyed by it.”

Kyo bumps her slightly with a small smirk. “They would never tire of hearing your voice. Neither do I. It’s… It’s special.”

Giggling, she gazed up at him. Those brown eyes full of a happiness that made him weak as she smiled so innocently. God, he almost felt dirty… thinking of her like that. But wouldn’t it be wrong if he didn’t? She was the love of his life. Of course, he thought of her like that. As a woman. As someone to hold and kiss and caress… He really did want to touch her. To please her. To make her feel loved the way she deserved. Damn, she deserved so much.

There was a dampness between their palms. Was he sweating? Was he nervous? Shit, he needed to chill out before she really noticed something was up. Because she would. It was Tohru. She could read him like a damn book, just as he could with her.

“Why do you ask?”

He nearly choked. “Uh! J-Just curious is all. Just wanna know if I need to be worried about that yankee knowing all of my business.”

Tohru giggled at that. “No, of course not.”

Humming in agreement, Kyo thanked whatever deity was looking out for him that they were finally home. That had to have been one of the longest walks home of his life. Normally, he’d love Tohru’s company but being around her while he was driving himself insane… wasn’t helping him at all.

He just kept thinking about touching her. How soft her skin was. How her cheeks flushed when he told her how cute she was. Would she blush like that when he ran his palms along her bare hips and-- stop! Nope! Nope nope nope. Enough of that.

Releasing her hand, he quickly unlocked the door (because it was actually locked this time) and kicked off his shoes. Tohru trotted in happily after him, blissfully unaware of the dirty images that had just flashed in his mind. Was he really a dirty pervert like Shigure said? No. No way. It was perfectly natural to be attracted to his girlfriend. Physically. Emotionally. ...Sexually. All of it. That was part of being in love, right? To desire someone? To feel that want aching inside of him?

Dammit, this was all Uotani’s fault. Yes, maybe he was fretting over being alone with Tohru… a little. But she brought it up! She made him think about--about that.

“Kyo?”

She was looking at him then. Tohru was bent at the waist, hands behind her back as she peered up at him from beneath her brown locks. There was that smile… that sweet smile that always made his chest tighten in a wonderfully longing ache.

Finally, he relaxed for the first time since they’d left school. She wouldn’t bring it up, would she? It had to be him… She’d tell herself something stupid, wouldn’t she? She’d think he didn’t want her like that. She’d think that he wasn’t ready. She’d think he didn’t desire her physically, but dammit it all he did. He wanted her so badly it made him feel crazy.

Dropping his bag, he grabbed her hand and tugged her close. She yelped in surprise when her face hit his chest. A small part of him was waiting to transform, but it never came. He knew logically it wouldn’t, but a small part of him always had that fear gnawing at the back of his mind. Instead of fretting, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Sorry,” he murmured into her hair. “I’m the one being spacey today, huh?”

Tohru gazed up at him with those beautiful brown eyes before reaching up and bumping him lightly on the head with her knuckle.

...Did she just…?

He snorted. “Dork.”

“Kyo’s the one who needs to come back to earth,” she sang with a beam. “What do you want for dinner?”

You.

His cheeks flushed. “Um, it’s up to you. M-Maybe, Shigure and the rat will know what they want. How about we just… Do you want to hang out?”

Blinking, she tilted her head. “Of course. I always want to be with you.”

Kyo groaned, bumping his forehead to hers. “You can’t say cute things like that.”

That earned him another giggle in response. He could listen to that laugh every single day… Every sound she made was addicting. And Kyo greedily took them in.

He wasn’t sure what he was doing when she followed him into his room. There wasn’t a plan… he hadn’t thought he’d get this far? N-Not that he was trying to go far with his girlfriend. He just--he just wanted to spend time with her. Whatever happened just happened. They would be leaving soon. Things would be different. And he just wanted to savor every moment he had of this life before their lives changed. Of course, he wanted to be with Tohru for the rest of his life. And he was excited for that.

Tohru was curled against his side, her head resting on his chest. He loved her. He loved her so much. It never crossed his mind that there would be a day that he could do this. That he could cuddle. That he could lay in bed with her touching him like this. Unable to help himself, he brushed a hand through her hair. Pressing a kiss to her crown, he snuggled closer to her.

With a content hum, Tohru glanced up at him. “Is this really okay, Kyo? Are you sure Shigure-san and Yuki-kun won’t mind that I’m not making dinner?”

“If either of them have something to say, they’ll have to answer to me.”

She laughed at that before nodding. “I’m… I’m so happy we can be like this. It’s so nice to lay here with you.”

“I know… I--I never thought I’d be able to hold you.”

He heard a small sniffle in response. Kyo looked down and saw the tears welling up in her eyes. “Oi! D-Don’t cry,” he sputtered and wiped her tears before they could fall. “Dummy, that’s nothing to get upset over. We’re here now.”

Her voice was soft when she spoke. “S-Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll wake up and--and everything will be different. That Kyo will be gone and--” she whimpered.

Oh. Oh, never. Never ever would he let that happen.

Kyo tipped her chin up, smiling softly at her. “I’m not going anywhere, alright?”

She nodded. “I-I love you.”

“I love you, too…”

He cupped her cheeks, pulling her in for a soft kiss. Warmth pooled inside his gut, swirling and seeping into his veins. Heartbeat quickening in his chest, he felt more want for her than he ever had before. Kyo wasn’t sure when he did… and he hadn’t even meant to… but he deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth against her own. Tohru didn’t seem to object as she sighed into his mouth.

Palm sliding into her hair, he twined his fingers into the brunette strands. He felt Tohru’s smaller digits clench the front of his shirt. When did the room get so hot? When did it become so suffocating? So hard to breathe?

When she let out a whine, Kyo felt his world tilt. The tiny sound sent heat straight to his groin. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Mayday. This was bad. This was so, so bad. He had to control himself for her sake.

Suddenly, her lips left his. She didn’t move far though. “Kyo…? Is this okay?” Tohru asked, her lips brushing his.

He chuckled. “I should be asking you that. Are you okay?”

Tohru nodded, face flushing. “Y-Yes. I feel, um…”

“Yeah,” he snorted. “Me too.”

“Really? You too?”

“Mhmm…”

Tohru cuddled closer to him. “Could we… continue?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

Well, hell. Who was he to deny her anything?

Kyo cupped her cheek with a tender smile. The way she gazed up at him, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. She was so beautiful. He hoped she knew that. Hoped she knew how much he treasured her. He wanted to show her. Gently, he pulled her back in. Kyo pressed his lips back to her own. The kiss was chaste and tender. Until he deepened it, his tongue tracing her lips gently. Tohru hummed sweetly in response, her lips dancing with his own.

Slowly, he trailed his fingers downward over her hips. Tohru’s breath hitched making him chuckle. “You okay?”

“Yes, you just surprised me is all.”

He smiled at that with a timid brush of his fingers against her thigh. With a whimper, Tohru clutched his chest again before tugging him down for more kisses. He would gladly oblige her. Kyo felt his fingers tremble when his hand slipped beneath her skirt. No slap came or anything, so Tohru didn’t seem to mind so much.

She hummed when he cupped her rear, and it only egged him on. Kyo kneaded the soft flesh there. God, she was soft. So soft. He loved that. Loved how much she squished under his touch. Maybe, he was being too bold… but he fiddled with the edge of her panties, dipping a finger beneath the cloth.

Her lips left his. “You, um--”

Pausing, he glanced down at her. “Yeah?”

“Take--” she sucked in a breath. “You can take them off.”

Heart pounding, his throat grew tight. “O-Okay.”

His hand traveled slowly upward, giving her time to change her mind. The last thing he’d want was to displease her. But the objection never came, and Kyo tugged at the waistband of her panties. His breath was lost in his throat as he watched them slide down her legs. He was going to die. This would truly be the death of him.

She shuffled, her thigh brushing against the bulged formed in his pants. He groaned in response. Tohru yelped, pushing back.

“I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you!? I didn’t mean--”

He bumped his fist to her forehead. “Stop, dummy. That didn’t hurt. Uh--at all.”

“Oh. It--It didn’t?”

“Yeah, I, uh, didn’t make that noise cause it hurt.”

Blinking, she gazed at him. The gears were turning in her head. God, he loved her but sometimes Tohru could be really dim. But… he couldn’t help but find it endearing. She was really cute. She gasped, the realization dawning on her. Cheeks reddening further, she gawked at him. “O-Oh. I understand. Should I do something…?”

“Just… Can I touch you?”

Silently, she nodded.

Kyo gently pushed her shoulder, encouraging Tohru to roll onto her back. Leaning his cheek against her forehead, his hand returned to her skin. He rubbed gentle circles on her thigh before finally venturing upward. When his hand found her center, they both froze. Tohru whimpered, brow pinched and lips pursed. He was sure it didn’t hurt… She was just nervous. So was he.

He was timid when he brushed a finger along her folds. There was a slickness there that surprised him. Her breathing was heavy on his neck, the feeling sending tingles down his spine. Kyo was terrified of rushing. Of going too fast and not pleasing her. Or even disappointing her.

Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, he stayed there with his lips against her skin as he dipped a single digit inside her. The little moan that left her lips almost killed him. But he had to keep his wits about him. He had to do this right. This was their first time doing anything like this. He couldn’t fuck it up.

His motions were slow. A soft in and out. When Tohru hitched her leg upward, he almost died. But that was a good sign, right? He wasn’t hurting her. She was okay with what he was doing. That was what he wanted. He wanted to please her. Make her feel good. That was his goal. All for her.

Tohru’s fingers wrapped into his hair. She panted through parted lips. The sight had him wanting her even more than he did before. His movements grew faster, earning him another sound approval from her throat.

“Kyo… I-I…”

“It’s okay. You’re okay.”

She clutched him, thighs quivering as her walls throbbed around his finger. She suddenly gripped his wrist, stopping his motions in his tracks. Tohru fought to catch her breath as he pulled his hand from her folds. Cringing at the moisture, he wiped his hand on his pants.

Tohru gave a contented sigh. “That was really nice, Kyo.”

“Did it feel good?”

“Mhmm.”

He smiled, nuzzling her crown. “Good. That’s what I wanted.”

“But…” her palm brushed the bulge in his pants. His brain suddenly forgot all coherent thought when she gingerly rubbed him. “What about Kyo?” she murmured.

Clearing his throat, he shook his head. “You don’t have to…”

The sound of the front door opening downstairs sent them both whirling away from one another in a panic. Yuki’s voice called up to them, announcing he was home. Well, that was better than it being Shigure... Tohru yanked her panties from the futon and slipped them back on beneath her skirt. Kyo tried to ignore the sight of her bare ass when she pulled them up, but that was completely futile.

“You’re beautiful.”

She paused in her steps towards the door. Spinning, she smiled at him. “We’ll take care of Kyo next time, alright?” she asked, pressing her fingers to her lips.

Kyo felt himself flush as she turned and left the room on clearly wobbling legs. Was she… Did she just tease him!? Dammit! He knew she was damn cheeky. God, his girlfriend was too damn cute for her own good. She would definitely be the death of him.

He could hear her run down to welcome Yuki home. Glancing down at the very obvious tent in his pants, he realized that he’d definitely have to wait until he calmed down to go downstairs. He flopped back on the futon, rolling to his side.

It was… weird. Had they really just done that? Did he really just pleasure his girlfriend? And then she said--

….Wait.

Next time!?

#kyoru #kyo x tohru #kyoru fanfic #kyoru fic #kyoru smut #fruits basket #fruits basket fic #fruits basket trash #kitty rice ball #ash writes #beautiful disaster #tohru x kyo #fluffy smut

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Everything wrong with... Ep 3 - Pretty Woman

*sigh* *big sigh*. I’m back here giving you another politically charged review of a film I like to call a femmeçade:

Femmeçade /fɛm//fəˈsɑːd/ noun noun: femmeçade; plural noun: femmeçades; 1. A genre of films directed by men that forefront yet misinterpret the female narrative and representation on screen. "Pretty Woman is the worst femmeçade of them all in the way it depicts women as the lesser gender" (definition by yours truly).

I have to say, I have never felt more compelled, more angry in my entire life to write such a review and tear this film down until there is nothing left but the underlining, prominent misogynistic aspects of this film. I am talking about the 1990s classic, Pretty Woman starring Richard Gere and Julia Roberts. Now a musical, the film has survived three waves of feminism (if you count MeToo), and yet is still available to access for our entertainment. Even though censorship is less common in the Western World, the only good thing about watching Pretty Woman would be to see how vile and unacceptable it is in the eyes of our modern and ever changing society. It truly brought tears of anger to my eyes to watch such a film and see how its lead was shoved into the spotlight for a round or two of humiliation and prodding by the fingers and eyes of the male gaze. There is A LOT to go through here, so grab a snack and buckle in as I put Pretty Woman to shame.

Let's just start with the title itself Pretty Woman, a pretty lazy title for a film if you ask me. I understand it does what it says on the tin, like any title should, however the irksome thing about the film and title is what it’s selling. The lust and beauty of Julia Roberts as opposed to her character or story for that matter. Stood alongside Richard Gere in thigh high boots with her legs for days, months and years on show. We get it, Julia Roberts is a beauty, but why does a film have to focus on that sole part of her? By doing this it creates the idea that it’s her only asset and BOY does this film do a good job at reminding us just that. They’ve got the man’s vote and supposedly the woman’s seeing as the story is about them or who they’d like to be. WRONG, seeing as the crew behind Pretty Women were mostly men themselves. The writers, cinematographer, director, producers, best boys and gaffers, you name it. So who was this film for if it wasn’t to satisfy at least it's mostly male crew members?

Male satisfaction are the appropriate words to use when we are introduced to our leading lady in close up shots of her bra and knickers. Vivian is played by the highly talented and ordained Julia Roberts. Ever since seeing Erin Brodkovich which bagged her an Oscar in 2001, I’ve been in love with her spirit and confidence on screen. As we all know she is certainly one of Hollywood’s shiniest stars, up there with the elites like Meryl Streep, Viola Davis and Angelina Jolie. Why she decided to sign onto such a film, I would hate to speculate seeing as Feminism was more of a dirty secret than a positive movement back in the 1990s. Many (mostly men, though women too, especially those in the film business) would accuse the movement of threatening the comfortability and fun out of life’s pleasures, like women wearing makeup, dresses and being groped at office parties (sarcasm). However, as we now know, feminism isn’t the demon that the 1990s tried to make it out to be and I hope that Julia Roberts was unaware of feminism back then rather than being a strong opposer of it.

Vivian Ward is a hooker living and working on the streets of LA, the city of dreams as some may brandish it. She lives with her roommate Kit (Laura San Giacomo) and between them they spend their nights trying to scrape enough money for their rent. I’m glad that sex work isn’t as scrutinised as it was back then and another arresting aspect of Pretty Woman is the way it depicts the so called “atrocities” of being a sex worker. The propriety and haughtiness of those who laid eyes upon Kit or Vivian was degrading and dehumanising, simply because they choose to lead a different lifestyle to those around them. It seemed so archaic, almost Victorian like the way people ogled and gazed upon Vivian at the hotel where she was taken in by her male counterpart. Pretty Woman again proves itself to be an anti-feminsit horror show for shaming women on choosing what to do with their own bodies and how they dress. We need to cut this BS out of society ASAP that women dress in certain ways to attract the attention of the opposite sex. Clothes are a form of expression and 9 times out of 10, that expression hasn’t anything to do with wanting to be leered at in public. Enough with the victim shaming as well; asking women what they wore when they were sexually assaulted. Instead let's ask what the attackers were THINKING when they decided to prey on an innocent victim....

One night whilst Vivan is looking for clients, she meets the so called delectable and mouth droppingly handsome male lead that is Edward Lewis, played by Richard Gere. I didn’t get the hype at all as I felt Vivan to have enough personality and lust for life to fill both of her and Richard Gere’s character. Edward Lewis was wooden, stern and boring, and despite this, Vivian seems to see more in him beyond her usual hookups. That’s another irritating thing about Pretty Woman. Edward Lewis didn’t have to do FUCK ALL to prove his love or worthiness in the life of Vivian.

He didn’t have to (nor did) change one thing about himself throughout the entire film and that’s not only extremely sexist, but shit filmmaking. Did the writer of completely forget or give up on Edward Lewis’ character arc whilst he was too busy making drooling over Vivian? All Edward Lewis had to do was wave his card around and POOF Vivian was at his knees. No wonder the 1990s shamed feminists because this is the exact sort of crap they were trying to prevent from happening on screen. It may seem like fun and games when Edward Lewis tells Vivian to go shopping, buy herself a new dress for dinner, but in reality this is just a fresh case of misogyny, served up with a side of degradation and bigotry for dessert.

Edward Lewis goes as far to hire Vivian for the week as his...escort? His actual motive isn’t known and we are left as an audience to conclude that it’s because she’s pretty. Again, selling the film title through and through and deminishing the worth of women with each scene. Vivian is never actually asked what she wants, nor do we get to know her seeing as Edward’s inflated ego and wallet covers up most of the screen time whilst watching this film. If you didn’t think this film could get any more horrific is the age gap between Julia Roberts and Richard Gere at the time of filming, to which Roberts was 22 and Gere, 40.

One moment in particular that proved this film to have zero substance to it, is when Vivian eventually gets down on Edward and to my absolute horror, her bra strap is INCREDIBLY and shockingly inauthentically loose. Like falling off loose. Not one woman in the world who chooses to wear a bra; not in China, India, Pakistan, the U.S, Ukraine, Hooker, doctor, astronaut, teacher, hairdresser or not would ever EVER wear their bra strap so loose. An impractical and uncomfortable choice, this tiny infinitesimal yet significant part of this film showed that this film doesn’t care or know how to show accurate female representation on screen and goes against any sense of providing women with strong characters they can use as role models. And all from one bra strap.

The shopping and transformation part to this film had to be the big red thumb that stood out the most from the eternity of this film as AGAIN for the fifteenth time this film has proved itself to be in favour of entertaining those who like to ogle at Vivian as opposed to getting to know her. Edward thrusts his card at her once again (without giving her much choice, a common behavioural pattern associated with sociopaths and abusers) and she goes to Rodeo Drive to essentially pretty herself up for him so that Edward isn’t judged by those he introduces Vivian to.

When Vivian had attempted to go shopping alone on Rodeo Drive in her casual attire, the female employees of one of the stores behaved abominably towards her, classing her as someone who didn’t have the means or appearance to shop in such a place. This film just got even worse as not only do we have the opposite gender dictating the appearance of women, we’re having our own sisters do the same whilst investing in the patriarchal narrative of the way women should be seen in public. At this point you may think I’m going crazy and repeating myself, of which I am doing both, however once you’ve fully taken the time to wake up and smell the patriarchy’s cup of coffee, there’s no turning back. These details become smoke signals that turn into epiphanies and realisations that have you questioning is this really okay? And a Pretty Woman is NOT okay.

Once Vivian has had her transformation (so kindly afforded by the dominant Edward Lewis) she seemingly begins to enjoy her new life as a piece on the side, until she is presented with Edward’s lawyer, Philip Stuckley.

So here’s what we have so far on our checklist of misogyny and anti-feminsit motifs to Pretty Women

A poster and title created in the eye of the male gaze CHECK

A female character whose worth is based on her desirability and propriety CHECK

A mediocre white man who doesn’t progress and gets his way through charm, money and power CHECK

Women who take unkindly to other women because they don’t fit the normalised standards of the patriarchy CHECK

Shaming women for their dress sense and career choices CHECK

Lack of women in general, most of which don’t speak throughout the film CHECK

The list could go on but another motif to add to the list from this film that acts as big shiny wrecking ball that smashes up feminism and leaves its values in the dust is sexual assault. Or attempted sexual assault at that, as when we see Phillip Stuckley’s first interaction with Vivian he says right out that he knows she’s a hooker, whilst running the edge of his sunglasses down Vivian’s arm and suggesting they get together after Edward’s demise back to wherever he came from. EW, this was one of the many moments of the film where I had to swallow my vomit. Phillip attempts to rape Vivian back at Edward’s penthouse suite, when luckily Edward comes in to stop it happening, which was the most decent thing he did the entire film. Edward’s lawyer represented a hoard of men that existed back then and now who feel entitled to a woman’s body, hooker or not. Even though Pretty Woman had dug itself a big enough hole, by the time I got to this part of the film I had been sold on the idea that this film is completely out of line with women’s liberation and empowerment. It’s just one big game to prod and poke at women, seeing how far they can go, which in itself is a metaphor for sexual assault.

I’ll wrap up on the lack of diversity in Pretty Women. Because the world affords white men and women more luxuries and privileges than people of colour, they were at the forefront of this story whilst black and asian minorities were put in the background as butlers, maids and chauffeurs. It makes me so angry that on top of being a whirlwind of misogyny and sexism that such a film would have the audacity to misrepresent minorities entirely and highlight their so called use as servicing white people. IT. IS. GETTING. OLD.

Hopefully you’ve made it to the end of this “review” (kinda) and seen the damaging implications such a film has on our society. On reading Feminists Don’t Wear Pink and Other Lies curated by Scareltt Curtis, I read that “Books and things reflect what’s happening in the world, Hollywood movies DICTATE IT and MOULD what people think”.

You may think movies don’t matter or a film of the 1990s doesn’t matter, but if we are to learn from our mistakes and progress our movements, we must unpick the past and see it for how it was. Movies are our culture, our representation of what we’ve learnt or seen in the world. I don’t want to see women as sexual objects without their permission. I don’t want to see them being moulded by the patriarchy or by women who support it. I don't want to see women only good enough to be hookers, wives or mistresses. I want women to be the strongest versions of themselves and for films to buckle up and show that shit on screen.

Pretty Woman can kiss my ass and if it’s a film you like in unlike it. Pronto.

#prettywoman #julia roberts #richardgere #movies #hollywoodmovies #90smovies #romcom #cinema #feminism #everyday feminism #feminist

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Same Difference Ch.20

A/N: ‘bout damn time...

“I promise I’ll keep a low profile, just let me come with you.” Nanami entreated as she sat at the kitchen island. Overhaul was cleaning up after dinner, his back turned as she made her case.

“This is not a casual outing, I’m meeting with a contact and he doesn’t appreciate extraneous variables, which, in this case, would be you.”

“And when have you ever cared about what other people do or don’t appreciate?”

He paused, turning to her, setting down a cleaned dish and folded towel, “Flattery is appreciated, but it will not get you out of this house before Sunday.”

She pouted before trying a different angle, “But strategy might, right?” He knitted his brows, folding his arms across his chest, a silent tell that he was just bored enough to entertain her pitch, “Hear me out—though indirectly, you’ve been targeted by the Okamura—a rival org, right? Wouldn’t it be nice to have some back-up just in case they find out you’re meeting this contact and decide to strike before the raid can happen?”

“That’s what the Precepts are for.”

“Sure, but they might send the wrong message. If I was meeting somebody under the pretext of civil conversation and they brought along backup that looked like Rappa or Kurono—I’d feel pretty threatened. But me? You’d hardly even know I was there. Besides, it’s not like I’m the most physically intimidating person to begin with anyway.”

He looked down thoughtfully as he considered her proposal. Nervous he might still reject the idea, she chewed her lip, waiting for his response. Just as the feeling of defeat seemed imminent, he answered, “We’re leaving at noon. Wear your hair differently and dress in muted colors. If you’re not ready by 11:59 exactly, I’m leaving you behind.”

She beamed before quickly reeling her excitement back in, “Understood. I’ll be right here and ready to go at 11:59am, sharp.”

Though the two-week sequestration at his house was nearing its end, Nanami was beginning to get stir-crazy. Overhaul had been working long hours, strategizing the retaliation against the Okamura, knowing that taking them down would be much more complicated than simple massacre. On the other hand, Nanami knew even after the raid, she’d have to limit her time in public and remain especially vigilant for months to come until the dust fully settled. Though it may have only been a trip to the park to exchange information, it would probably be the most amount of time she’d get to be outside for a while.

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Nanami awoke from a light sleep, having been too excited about the outing. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe it was without its dangers and that the possibility of her having to spring into action wasn’t real, but given the circumstances, she thought it wise to take what little joy she could when she could.

Rummaging through her luggage she tried to keep in mind his wardrobe mandates as she reluctantly passed over a myriad of cute, but boldly-colored clothing. A look of self-satisfaction crossed her face as she assembled a fitting ensemble and quickly got dressed. Trotting out of her room at 11:55 she carried her shoes to the entrance way, slipping them on as she heard him emerge from his room. Looking up she saw surprise in his eyes as he stopped a distance away from her. Slipping on the other chunky sandal, she stood up straight showing her full outfit, hoping he’d approve. She’d chosen a casual, sage dress with subtle ruffles and her favorite oversized, beige cardigan just in case it got chilly. Her hair was done in a low braid that went over her shoulder and to the front, a few wisps of hair loose on the opposite side making her look softer than her usual professional get-up. He wore his usual black dress shirt, slacks and dust mask to do his version of blending in. Noticing his silence, she panicked momentarily, worried she’d made the wrong choice in clothing and he’d make her stay put, “Do I need to change? Sorry, I’ve obviously never done this before, but I’ve got other outfits if this doesn’t wo—”

“No. Don’t change.” He replied a bit too quickly before clearing his throat and continuing, “You look…” he trailed off as his eyes continued to rake over her,” …This outfit will work. Let’s get going.”

“Oh ok, great— right behind you!”

They made their way to the car, a skip in Nanami’s step as she felt like a kid being taken out for ice cream, though instead of ice cream it’s intel for a hit job and some sunshine, but to-may-toes, to-mah-toes ~. The drive was relatively short, though it was hard for her to tell. Time flew while she gazed out the window, enjoying the overcast weather and seeing people out-and-about.

Parking, they exited the car, as Overhaul surveyed the area and checked his watch. “He should arrive in the next 15 minutes. Follow me.” He walked briskly to a bench overlooking the river that ran through the park. For a Saturday, it was relatively calm and empty, save for a few joggers running by and couples gazing at the holiday decor and the last of the fall foliage without a care in the world. Food trucks lined the other side of the river as people ate small treats.

After he went through his usual ritual to santize the seat, they sat down and waited patiently for the informant to arrive. Five minutes passed, then ten, and then twenty. It was obvious Overhaul was beginning to get irritated at the tardiness, his knee bouncing as he checked his watch for what felt like the umpteenth time. On the other hand, Nanami was beginning to get bored, staring dreamily across the river at one truck in particular. Sighing, she decided to go out on a limb and ask hoping it might lighten the mood,” So… do you wanna—“

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna ask,” She retorted to his stern answer, completely undeterred.

“Yes, I do. You’ve been staring at that crepe truck since we sat down. As I said before, this isn’t some casual outing and patronizing a food truck is the very definition of casual.”

“It’s not like I’m gonna skip over there and play in the leaves while I stuff my face—it’ll just be a quick breakfast/brunch and then we’re back sitting down, waiting patiently and ~incognito~. Besides, I know you’re hungry, probably not the best idea to do something stressful on an empty stomach anyway.”

“And how long have you been formulating that rebuttal?”

“Mm, about as long as you’ve been stealing glances over there, thinking I was too busy staring myself. It’s ok to indulge every now and again, and we’ll have a clear view of this spot in case he comes by while we’re up.” She reasoned, knowing he couldn’t deny logic or his grumbling stomach.

“… Fine. Let’s make this quick.”

Before he could finish, she hopped up and made a b-line towards the bridge nearby as he reluctantly followed after her. They ordered crepes, the decadent, cute concoction providing a comical contrast to her partner’s otherwise intimidating aesthetic. Nanami bit her lip, trying not to laugh as she promised herself she’d describe the visage in great detail to Kurono later. Hers wasn’t very conservative either, smothered with a superfluous amount of strawberries, chocolate syrup, and powdered sugar that kept the all-black clad Overhaul at a safe distance. They made their way back to the bridge, Nanami admiring the scenery as the auburn-tinted leaves made their descent to the water below.

Sitting back down, there was still no informant in sight, though a comfortable silence fell upon them as the sounds of birds chirping and the river flowing gently filled the air. Pulling out a small bottle of hand sanitizer from her bag, she put a dollop into his waiting hand and then her own after he disposed of his used gloves in the plastic bag she’d brought, replacing them without a word. He handed her extra napkins and a wet wipe, fully aware she was a messy eater. They’d gotten into a routine having eaten together so often that now words were no longer needed, neither of them able to fully remember what it had been like before the other. She let her eyes wander as she took another bite, until she settled on watching the leaves fall. The descent of one in particular caught her eye as the golden leaf danced lazily through the air before finding its resting place atop his head. Knowing full well how very unwelcome he’d find the accessory; she decided to do the right thing and alert him.

“Overh—” She stopped short, realizing it probably wasn’t the best idea to use his villain name in public. It wasn’t the most dire of situations but, she was very aware that they’d never referred to each other by name At least not while sober anyway... She agonized for a moment on how to address him, unaware she’d already gotten his attention.

Seeing the conflict in her features, he responded simply, “Chisaki is fine, or Kai if you’d like.”

Her eyes went wide before quickly looking away, flustered at what felt like a very intimate moment. She’d only heard two people refer to him by name and even then, it was seldom—only twice between the two of them to be specific. It felt like she held a grave secret simply by knowing it, much less casually addressing him by it. Well, if he says so…

“Ch-Chisaki…” she swallowed, as he regarded her calmly, though his eyes had a glint in them as soon as she uttered his name.

“Yes?” He coaxed, unconsciously leaning in closer.

“There’s a leaf on your head.” He went to grab it though his hands were full, his fork in one and the crepe in the other, finding the thought of touching a dirty leaf and then his eating utensil repulsive. He considered his options for a moment before she offered her assistance motioning him to lean down so she could reach. He paused for a moment, before acquiescing, lowering his head to be within reach. She grabbed the leafy offender gently, holding it betwixt her fingers, “Got it.”

Looking between him and the leaf, a candid smile formed as she noticed it matched his eyes. He lifted his head back up, admiring the visage. By all accounts, she was physically beautiful to him, but what he savored most in this moment was her smile. He remembered being equally touched by that radiant smile when they met at the tea shop almost a year ago, though he would have never admitted it back then. Their circumstances had seemingly changed for the worst, yet it hadn’t dimmed; it was though it refused to. Chisaki had never been a sentimental, nor particularly emotional man, but her resilience was nothing if not captivating to him. In his weary eyes, Nanami was the picture of strength. She possessed a power—not from brawn, cunning or some misguided self-righteousness, but something else entirely. He found himself drawn to it, to her competence and constant challenge. What others had readily accepted out of fear, she appraised, demanding more. Though her hands shook momentarily, she’d steady herself without fail, demanding him to be more. He felt proud knowing she’d be the one by his side on this path. Until someone else discovers her. And then what? What if that radiance is directed at someone else someday? He didn’t want an answer to that question. He had waited long enough; the decision having been made long before he was fully aware of it. His face was blank, though he imbued his words with as much sincerity as he was capable of, “Go out with me.”

Her smile persisted for a beat as she fully registered what he’d said. Then it promptly dropped, her eyes going wide as the leaf was blown out of her now-limp grasp.

“Ahem. Sorry for the lateness,” a man said from the bench next to them as he continued to face forward. Chisaki kept his gaze fixed on Nanami as hers shifted to what was behind him. Hm guess the movies are actually kind of accurate about this kind of stuff… she commented inwardly as the man was dressed in a baseball cap, glasses and hoodie. “I’ll leave what you asked for here.” He continued, patting an envelope placed on the bench before rising.

“First you come late, and now you rush off? That’s not how this is going to go. Sit down, I have more questions for you.” Overhaul chided, shaking himself from their little moment, still finding time to be peeved that he’d been made to wait.

“Look, I’m sorry but I have to go,” the man began rather nervously as he glanced around,” No amount of money or threats could get me to stay. I don’t know how you got involved, but I don’t want anything to do with this shit. I got you the intel, I’m out.”

Nanami rose hoping to calm the man down. At the angle she sat, her form was hidden from the man by Overhaul’s larger frame, and it was painfully obvious when she came into his line of sight. The man flinched like he’d seen a ghost, turning white as their eyes met. “G-get the fuck away from me,” he sputtered almost tripping over himself. It was truly a sight to behold as a grown man scurried away, terrified of a person half his size. “Here’s a last bit of intel, I’ll give this one on the house: if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from her.” He continued, leering at Nanami, “I haven’t seen a bounty this high in a long time and I’m sure whoever’s paying out knows they’ll get their money’s worth. She’s probably worst than the rest of us; a true monster.”

Though his brow furrowed questioningly for a moment, in the next Overhaul had decided he’d heard enough and was making a move toward the man. His gloves were already discarded, but a tug on his sleeve kept him in place, “Let go.” He seethed through gritted teeth.

“No, it’s not worth it. He’s right.” Came a small but firm voice.

He turned to see a familiar small hand gripping him. Her head was hung low, though guilt was obvious in her countenance. By the time he had taken in her appearance, the man was disappearing through the trees, vanishing from sight. As his rage ebbed momentarily, a nostalgic feeling took its place as he remembered her face when he asked her the question that had been on his mind for months now: rejection. He snatched away his arm in a move that startled her out of her own trance, “Fine.”

Grabbing the envelope, he turned on his heel, making a b-line for the car. He strode to the parking lot, no longer abating his usually wide gait for her to keep up. As he reached out for the handle of the car, the distinct sound of her shoes hurriedly beating the pavement became louder before coming to a stop behind him.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity, I could never pity you. I just… I shouldn’t have let it get this far without being honest with you.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I misread our relationship. It’s over now.”

“But I—wait, what do you mean you ’misread our relationship’?”

“You know what I mean. The least you could do is refrain from dragging it out.” He intoned, a poorly hidden look of hurt in his eyes.

She had expected anger, maybe even disappointment that she’d still kept such a large secret from him but hurt had never crossed her mind as an emotion he’d ever display, much less in this situation. She’d never told a soul about her real past and wanted to be absolutely sure before breaching that barrier. I know it was wrong, but if anyone understood secrecy, I thought it would be him. I mean why does he look like he just got dumpe—“Oh my fucking gosh. This is all a big mix up, this is what I get for being all cryptic and vague,” she chided herself, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“Don’t worry, you’ve made yourself perfectly clear.”

“No, no, you don’t get it, this is one of our trademark Misunderstandings™!”

“There is nothing to misunderstand. I assumed you had feelings and that assumption proved to be… foolish. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“Just let me explain,”

“I don’t want to, nor do I need to hear i—”

Before he could turn away, she closed the distance between them, reaching up to grab his face in her hand. He was startled by the abrupt contact after she’d made it a point to be cognizant of his boundaries, but she noted he made no efforts to move away or resist her. If she weren’t so riled up, she could’ve sworn she could feel the slightest bit of pressure as though he’d decided to rest his chin in her palm. Good, because I plan on touching way more in the future… she confirmed to herself, enjoying the feel of his square jaw in her palm before locking eyes with him to speak.

“You didn’t misread anything,” she corrected as confidently as she could before continuing. “But you need to hear me out. What I meant to say was this: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get this far without being honest with you because I want to be closer… I want us to be closer. I didn’t know if you felt the same, so I didn’t know what to say when you asked the first time… but I do now. So, ask me again. Please.”

He looked at her searchingly, taking a centering breath, “Nanami, go out with me.”

“That’s more of a command,” she amended. His eyes narrowed in annoyance, though his glare lost much of its usual edge with his cheeks squished between her fingers, “but I’d love to, Kai.”

Upon hearing her answer and his name, his hardened gaze softened, and she reluctantly let him go, “Let’s go home.”

As they entered the car, his usual slouch was replaced with a more confident posture, though Nanami still felt a heavy weight upon her shoulders, “Hey… about the whole honesty thing… I still do need to tell you something.”

Undeterred, his smug face persisted, “That’s fine, you can tell me over dinner.”

#FINALLY #*she's says as though she didn't write this and drag it out for this long :')#fanfic #overhaul #bnha overhaul #mha fanfic #bnha fanfic #mha overhaul #nanami watanabe #overhaul x oc #overhaul x nanami #mha oc #bnha oc #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #chisaki overhaul #Nanami

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prettyyyboyluke · 4 years

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Sophie, this ones for you

She was never good at English, but she always loved how it’s spoken to her. this semester she was taking English 325, which is studies in fantasy and science fiction. It definitely is an interesting class, and so far the class had to write fantasy poems. This is where she gets stuck. She has no idea what to write about, and it drives her nuts. There is this one guy, Luke Hemmings, who can spit out poems and essays like it’s nothing! And his pieces are always so beautiful and diverse, Sophie doesn’t know how he does it. And every time he goes up, his cheeks turn just a slight shade of pink, and one of his hands is always playing with his chain that he wears around his neck. He’s attractive no doubt, but the way he describes his poems just him ten times more attractive.

He’s been in a few of Sophie’s other classes, and she’s always thought he was just some stupid guy who cared about booze and girls, but in English, he’s a whole new person. Part of her wants to go ask him how he does and if he can help her, and the other part her thinks he would just laugh, so she hasn’t. Since this is Sophie’s last class on Tuesday’s and Friday’s, she normally goes to the library and tries and write something, and that’s exactly what she’s doing. Her brain was spilling so many ideas, but nothing was right. She began looking around in the library and noticed that one of the dominant colors was blue. Then, her brain started working.

She was so engrossed in writing this poem she didn’t even notice her friend, Mirayah, calling her name for the past five minutes. “Sophie! I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes!” Mirayah spoke. “Sorry, I have to write this poem for English, and I think this is the best idea I’ve ever had.” She said, closing up her notebook. The girls went back to Mirayah’s dorm and started talking about their week. “You know who I realized is in my Psychology class?” Mirayah asked, pulling out a shirt from her closet. “Who?” She asks, picking at nail polish. “Luke Hemmings!”

Sophie’s headshot right up.

“Really? He’s in my English class.” She said a bit surprised because Luke did not seem like the type to understand people.

“Really! I saw him walk in with Calum Hood, crazy right?” The friend says, changing her shirt for the third time.

Sophie was confused, but then again, it made sense. The way Luke wrote and what he wanted to portray always made sense, guess that’s where the psychology comes in. The rest of the night, she was thinking about all of Luke’s past writings and how they all made sense. She wondered if that’s where he got his ideas from. The more she thought about it, the more intrigued she was to find out his secrets. She wasn’t even paying attention to Mirayah ramble on about how much she had to study this weekend.

“Are you coming out tonight? The frat on 9th is having that rave. It could be fun, take your mind off that English assignment.” Mirayah said, putting on an absurd amount of lip gloss.

“I don’t know, parties aren’t my thing, you know that Mimi.” She said. And of course, the more she thought about it, the more she thought about Luke. It started to become like an infection, where no doctor could figure out what virus was going around and no medication could “fix” the issue. “You know what, why not!” She said standing up.

The whole night was moving slow, and the frat party wasn’t anything that it turned out to be. Sophie wanted to leave, but she knew that she couldn’t leave her friends. She spotted Luke in the crowd and immediately felt her cheeks heat up. The funny thing is that he was wearing a blue shirt, one that she was writing about in her poem. He started coming up to her, like it was something normal.

“Sophie, right? You’re in my English 325 class.” He said.

“Yeah, I’m surprised you knew my name since our class is so big.” She said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Some of the poems that you’ve written I really liked.” That was a shock since she felt like she could never write something good. Not to Luke, though.

“Really? I have such a hard time writing, but yours, are really good. I don’t know how you can just spit them out like that.”

The conversation went on for about an hour, which was surprising since a bunch of Luke’s friends kept calling him to play beer bong or rage cage, but he declined every invitation to continue talking to Sophie. She picked on small things he would do. Running his hand through his hair, messing with his chain around his neck, and sometimes stumbling over his feet.

Mirayah came up, clearly drunk, and rambling on about how she needed to go back to her room because she needed to eat some goldfish. “Sophie! Sophie, we need to go! I have to eat my goldfish!” She came up saying. “Okay Mimi, drink some water and stay here while I’ll find Savannah and we can go.” “I can help you find her? I think I saw her go upstairs with Ashton.” Luke said. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna keep you any longer.” “It’s no trouble, I’d be happy to help.”

Luke lead Sophie all around the house, and they finally found Savannah dancing her life away. “Sav, we gotta go. C’mon, I’ll walk you and Mimi back.” She said, pulling Savannah away from the crowd. “I can’t leave yet! Ashton said he’d be right back, and I am not missing a hook up with him again.” Sophie just sighed. “Please, Sav? I don’t need another Mason situation.” Luke came down and began to whisper in her ear. “I can watch her so you can get Mirayah back, and if you give me your number I’ll call you when she’s ready to leave?”

Sophie’s head was spinning from the whole situation in front of her. “Luke, that’s so nice of you, but I don’t need to get a call from her saying that Ashton never came and she wanders around the streets.” “That won’t happen, angel, trust me.” Sophie complied and gave her number to Luke, and he texted her a few emojis so she knew it was him. “Okay, please call me when she’s ready and I’ll walk Mirayah back.”

The walk back to the dorms was treacherous, and the heels both of the girls were wearing was not helping one bit. “Okay Mimi, I just need to be quiet until we get to the elevators. Can you do that for me?” “Yes, ma’am!” Mirayah spoke and acted like she was locking her lips and throwing out the key. Once they got to the elevators it was a quick walk to the room. Mirayah threw her shoes somewhere in the room and climbed right into bed. Sophie sat on the futon waiting for Luke’s call, and she ended up dozing off.

3:56 am - Luke

“Hello?”

“Sophie? Are you awake?”

“Yeah, is Savannah okay?”

“Yes, she’s fine. Are you good to walk back and get her?”

She sighed, putting on her shoes again, “yeah, I’ll be there.”

“No, you sound tired, let me drive her back.”

“Luke, no I’m okay. You did a lot for me tonight.”

“It’s really no trouble, angel. Send me your location and I’ll be there.”

*my current location*

And within the next ten minutes, Luke called again saying that they were here. Sophie walked out quietly and went to meet them in front of their building. “Sophie! I have to tell you so much tea!” Savannah yelled, clinging onto her best friend. “Thank you for driving her, I don’t think I could’ve handled it myself.” Sophie thanked Luke. “Anytime angel, now go get some rest and I’ll see you in class on Tuesday,” Luke said, giving a quick kiss to her forehead before getting back into this car.

The rest of the weekend, Sophie was confused and excited. Her mind kept wandering to what happened on Friday. Does Luke like her? Was he just being nice? Will he even remember what happened? He texted her only a few times to ask how her poem was going, but that’s the extent of the conversation. And when Tuesday rolled around, nerves were the only thing running through her body. She sat in her seat, anxious for the poem readings today. When Luke walked in, he smiled at her and started walking towards the empty seat right next to her.

“Mind if I sit?” Luke asked, already placing his bag down.

“Nope, how was the rest of your weekend?” She asked.

“Good, had to clean up the house after Friday.” He chuckled.

“I bet, a lot of people were there.” She said.

Their professor walked in, ready to hear what the students wrote. Sophie’s hands were shaking when her name got called to go up and read her poem.

Black and White turned to Blue

No one could see color. Only black and white, until they turned 18.

At 18, everyone was responsible for finding what color their soulmate could see.

Her’s was blue. So was his.

She saw him everywhere, but never went up to him because she was afraid.

At the party she went to, he talked with her the whole night.

And she wanted to know what color he saw, just for kicks.

His eyes were crystal blue, much like the ocean.

He was wearing a blue shirt, and she could see it.

She was wearing a blue dress, and he could see it.

After the party was dying down, he walked her back to her room, completely unaware that they were soulmates.

This was his chance, to tell her.

He got real close to her, making her dizzy.

“Blue’s a nice color on you, angel.”

That’s when both of them could see color.

The whole time she was reading her work, all Luke could do was stare at her. Now the questions were running through his head. Does Sophie like him? Does she think I was too nice? Does she want to talk about what happened? He looked at her outfit, and just like she wrote, a blue dress. Then, he looked at his shirt, the blue one she described. This was becoming all too real to both of them. When she sat down, Luke wanted to ask her so many questions, but he knew he would get crucified by his professor.

The class ended with her poem, and Luke didn’t know what to do. Sophie was getting ready to leave when Luke grabbed her arm.

“Sophie, your poem. It was beautiful.”

“Thank you, I was really nervous.” She began to blush.

They just looked at each other, neither knowing what to do or even what to say. He moved closer to her, letting his nerves settle when he felt her skin against his. Sophie was significantly shorter than Luke, so all she could look at was his eyes. The closer he moved to her, the closer their lips were to touching.

“C-can I kiss you?”

( @calum-uncrowned )

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sohin-ace · 4 years

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Jolyne - Edge

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Female reader cause let's face it, we're all gay for Jolyne lol

You were just chilling at home with Jolyne at her house. She invited you to sleep over tonight and how could you deny such an invitation? A girls' night with Jojo? Just the two of you? Hell yeah!

You were both having a great time, talking about nothing and everything. Even if you didn't do anything interesting, as long as you were together, it was a good time.

At one point in the evening, you both decided to get changed into your pajamas to get more comfy for the rest of the night.

Jolyne was seated on her bed and she let you change. She didn't put much thought into it when you suggested to change in her room as it wasn't anything to fret about, just normal girl stuff, right?

But when you started to undress, she suddenly couldn't take her eyes off of you. She didn't really know why. It was like you had cast a spell on her. She knew she shouldn't be staring at your body like that and respect your privacy, but at the moment she was witnessing something very unexpected and rather pleasing to the eye.

You slowly removed your shirt and for some reason, just watching the skin of your back and the outlines of your bra made Jolyne feel some type of way. Weird, but good at the same time.

Were you always hiding such a delicate waist underneath your clothes? And your skin looked so smooth, and those curves though? Damn. She just wanted to put her hands on it, just to see if it felt as good as it looked.

Jolyne felt like it was a shame you had to cover your beautiful body on a daily basis, she suddenly wished you would always be shirtless in front of her.

But then you slid your shirt over your head and removed it completely and Oh nooo! With your hair flowing back down and your arms stretching like that, she started to feel something tingly and warm at the pit of her stomach.

'Fuuuuuck' she thought anxious with a heavy blush rising to her face. 'Get your shit together Jolyne!! DON'T. BE. HORNY. NOW!'

She put a hand over her mouth to prevent her jaw from dropping to the floor. She glanced at you again and you were folding your shirt slowly. Standing there, beautiful and effortlessly sexy even from the back.

She was picturing herself and you in untold situations by watching your subtle movements. If it wasn't for your innocence' sake, she would just snatch your hips and do very bad things to you right here and there.

'No, no, gotta protect this smol bean, stop having pervy thoughts! Calm. Your. Tits.' She thought to herself, hoping it would help.

Jolyne harshly rubbed her face and head, trying to erase the sinful thoughts out of it. You were driving her so crazy it almost hurt.

You slightly turned your head to the side, looking all carefree and innocent, totally unaware of the chaos that was happening behind you on the bed. Jolyne upon noticing this, immediately played it cool and said.

"Damn girl! You look fiiiine" she wolf whistled at you.

"Aah!" you blushed "Stop it, you're just saying that~" you smiled flustered, putting your shirt slightly over your front in shame.

'Oh my god she's the cutest when she's shy!' Jolyne tried to keep on a straight face but her heart was melting inside her chest. She fell for you more and more each second.

On your part, you thought that Jolyne had such an upbringing energy around you, it felt flattering to be complimented by such a beautiful girl as her.

You seemed completely oblivious to this but Jolyne had a HUMONGOUS crush on you. But you would never see it, insecure as you were. You didn't think a litteral queen like her would even be slightly attracted to a potato like you.

Everytime she complimented you, you would always respond with "Naah" and "Oh stop it you~" and most commonly "You're even better!". You thought she said those things only to pump up your low self-esteem. But the truth is, she only wanted you to see yourself the way she saw you.

I mean, why would she even like you of all people. Sure you were nice but she could get way better, right? But to Jolyne, you were the most perfect angel she laid her eyes on. She couldn't ask for better than you.

You secretly thanked her for the nice compliments and was grateful to have her. Your heart would always swell with love when she commented on even the tiniest things about you. She made you feel so loved and desired, you wished you had the guts to tell her how you felt.

"Girl, hurry up and take the bottom off, I wanna see those cheeks" Jolyne added with a goofy grin.

"J-jojo!!!" You threw your shirt at her face in embarassment and she laughed "Cut it out! You're such a perv sometimes" your face was exploding in many shades of red but you couldn't help but smile at the same time. Even if you wanted to, you could never be mad at Jolyne.

You turned you back to her again to remove your bottom as Jolyne still had your shirt splayed all over her face. It smelled just like you she loved it. She would have to ask you if she could wear it one day, it was actually kind of cute too.

When she removed the cloth from over her head she just thought she was about to explode from that view in front of her. Her mouth agape, she let out a tiny squeak that she muffled instantly. Good thing you didn't hear it.

'sshhHHHHIIITTTTTTT!!!!' She hollered in her head while her heart was hammering her chest.

Currently, you were bent over to remove your bottom, giving her the best view of your butt. It wasn't much, and you didn't do it on purpose, but for Jolyne, you were pushing her to the edge.

You couldn't see it since your back was facing her, but behind you Jolyne was terribly agigated, trying to conceal her squeals and inhuman noises and basically looked like a crazy fangirl seeing her otp kiss.

Jolyne on her side was SCREECHING inside. She wouldn't be able to contain it longer. The more she looked at you, the more she imagined lewd things about you.

How round and soft-looking your ass was, like two delicious buns put together. She had to muster up all of the energy she had to not go and feel it up right now. And your thighs looked so enticing she wanted to cover them up in hickeys.

And those underwear, perfectly hugging your hips and... Black lace? How dare you! In front of her own two horny eyes. It was like everything about you was made to break her.

She wiped some drool out of her mouth and controled her heavy breathing. She had to calm down and stop thinking, or else she would just pounce on you and traumatize you for life.

You went over to her desk to get your pajamas, which consisted of a cute nightgown. But before you could grab it, Jolyne rushed off the bed to get it before you.

"WAIT!!! Not yet!! I still want to admire that ass!!" She grabbed your PJs and held them above her head so that you couldn't get them.

"Wha- Jojo what are you doing?!" you stretched over to get them, but in vain. Screw her and her tall height. You grabbed her arm to try and lower it, but she was too strong and stood still.

She smirked down at you. From here, she had the most perfect view of your perky chest and she wanted to die on the spot.

"Hee hee, Y/N you're so cute I could squish you right now"

"Squish me when I'm not naked please! I'm cold!" you tried to reach up again by standing on your tippy toes, but just looked even more adorable to Jolyne who was grinning brightly.

You suddenly stumbled a little bit forward and bumped into Jolyne who stiffened up upon feeling your boobs against her chest. Then she looked at you, no longer smiling. Her eyes were cloudy and wide, like her soul had just left her body. She lowered her arm to your shoulders length.

You softly grabbed your nightgown and stepped back a little bit, snickering in victory. But when you saw no reactions from her, you stared at Jolyne with a bit of confusion.

"Jojo are you okay? What's wrong?" you asked concerned about her sudden change of attitude.

Jolyne didn't respond and just grabbed your shoulders, pulled you against her body again and snaked her strong slender arms around you.

You gasped at the contact. "Jo-!"

"Can we stay like this a little bit? I'm scared of what I might do to you if I look at you...." she lowly muttered with a soft tone that you never heard from her.

You didn't really understand what she meant by this, you only understood that she needed the embrace. You have known her long enough to understand the skinship she needed sometimes. You happily complied and wrapped your arms around her torso, squeezing her a little bit and enjoying her warmth.

Jolyne was the most confortable person, and you were the best at hugs. You two were the perfect pair.

The tall girl calmed down and sighed as she enjoyed the softness of the moment. She needed some fluff to overpower her raging hormones.

She wouldn't dare taint you before you even talked about it or consented to it. Also, she definitely wanted to confess properly first. She knew how much of a romantic you were at heart, so she wanted to go slow for you to be sure you were ready.

She melted into the hug and let out a breath of delight as she was engulfed in your intoxicating scent.

"You're a little bit on edge Jojo, you want to talk about it?" you asked softly, rubbing your fingers up and down her back in a soothing gesture. She shuddered under your touch.

'Gosh' Jolyne thought. 'I really hit the jackpot'. Just when she thought you couldn't get more perfect.

Jolyne ran a hand through your soft hair and muttered "I'll tell you when the time comes... Now get dressed Y/N, I'll get us some drinks and snacks."

She slowly pulled away from the hug. She was going to confess to you in a better setting. Right now was too soon.

You looked into her eyes whispering an 'okay' and flashing her an angelic smile. You grabbed both her hands and continued.

"Tell me when you're ready, I'll always listen." you leaned up to kiss her cheek and Jolyne's heart skipped a beat. She smiled at you and walked off. You got dressed and flushed a bit.

"Oh Jolyne... I love you too..."

Bonus:

Before passing by the kitchen to get you both something to snack on, Jolyne went to the bathroom for a quick pee break. But when she sat down, she looked at her underwear and sighed.

"Oh my god..."

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fernwehbookworm · 3 years

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Haunted- Chapter 4

The night was nearly sleepless as Kara tosses and turns. The few snatches she manages to catch are filled with shadowy hands and bright lights. Sometimes, she could swear she could hear Lena calling to her. Kara gives up around 4am and does the only thing she can think of, diving back into research. She has to actually begin to decipher the scientific terminology in the report.

“You look like shit.” Alex mumbles as she trudges into the room to start coffee.

“Pot calling the Kettle.”

“And under your eyes is just as black. I think your bags have bags.”

“And I think I almost have this figured out. I think… I think Lena was working on a matter transporter.”

Alex grabs three mugs from her cupboard and begins to get out sugar and creamer. “What? Like ‘Beam me up Scotty?’ Teleporting?”

“No, nothing that complicated. It seems the goal was to be able to send things like fruits and vegetables or medicines to third world countries. From what I can figure out, they were close, but Lena pushed the experiment by herself that night and used an apple which is much more complex than the small sample of pure iron they had been trying. From what the research team was able to decipher, an energy surge from the machine vaporized all the organic material near it, the apple, Lena, and some granola bars at a different workstation.”

“Wow, that is intense. I guess it's lucky that the explosion didn’t expand past the lab then. It could have been a catastrophe.”

“Yes, I believe they are scraping the project soon. Which will be a shame, it feels like they should finish it to honor Lena.”

“Or they shouldn’t so no one else gets hurt.”

“Very true. Got any pancake mix?”

Alex laughs and begins routing through her cupboards to make breakfast. Kara continues to reread everything, hoping to absorb more. Kelly appears, dressed in a sharp pant suit, and kisses Alex on the cheek. Kara feels a faint ache in her chest. It had been so long since she had this domesticity, even though it all had been a sham. It took a whole year for Kara to figure out she was the other woman, while Mike went home to his wife and two kids in the suburbs and left Kara waiting for him at his rented apartment in the city. She was completely unaware of his double life, Mike had told her he was on business trips. Until she figured it out, it was the happiest Kara had been. Then she was crushed. Last she heard, Mike and his wife were still together.

Kara pushes the loneliness away and refocuses on her computer, twirling the pen between her fingers. Out of the corner of her eye, Kara can now see Lena sitting in the chair to her right. Instead of focusing on the phantom, Kara just smiles and keeps working. When Alex and Kelly enter with pancakes, the image evaporates.

Slightly disappointed, Kara grabs a plate and a small stack of pancakes to douse in syrup. Nothing is better then Alex’s pancakes. Maybe sex, but sometimes the pancakes top that. They are made with the love of a sister and that’s all Kara needs right now.

“We have to leave in ten, I can drive you to work afterwards.” Kelly says eventually.

“Shounds mood,” Kara mumbles through a mouthful of fluffy goodness.

Kara swears she hears a giggle from behind her but fights the urge to turn around, she can’t be crazy. Not in front of the therapist. The last thing Kara needs is to be committed before this article is done.

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“Okay, just try and relax. This is a full dive virtual reality. Physically you won’t move, but your mind will feel like it is. The program will read your thought patterns and try to take you to a happy place.”

Kara removes her glasses and takes the little black case from Kelly. With a deep breath, Kara pops the contact lenses into her eyes and Kara lays down on a very stereotypical leather couch and tries to do as Kelly says.

“Now, to activate the deep dive the key phrase to think is ‘Obsidian Pineapple Boots.’”

“Obsidian Pineapple Boo—” Kara gasps in surprise before she finishes her question.

Her vision goes black and then descends into a tunnel of colors before she finds herself in the snow. It’s shin deep but her boots protect her. The warm fur coat is soft and smells of home. Kara slowly turns as she takes in the landscape. SHe is home. Her childhood home. Before the fire. Trees are shrouded in snow and the full moon reflects off the ground, creating a false sense of daylight. The house is lit up with colorful lights and Stars of David. A menorah is burning in the front bay window. Everything is just as she remembers from when she was a child. Even the bite of the wind on her nose brings tears to her eyes, both from the cold and emotion.

"It's beautiful." Kelly says softly from beside her, dressed in her own winter clothing.

"It is." Kara steps up on the porch to look in the window.

Bathed in yellow light, Kara sees something she can't explain. The interior seems to be a mix of the Danvers beach home with her parents more rustic home from the outskirts of Moscow. Inside is her parents, and Jeremiah, Eliza, and Alex. A Christmas tree stands in a corner with stockings hanging from the mantle. On the mantle is a menorah. Its a perfect mix of both of her lives. One before the fire and one after.

"It seems you must equally think of your childhood home and the Danvers home as safe. The program pulled them together for you."

Kara only nods, unable to speak. A tear escapes her eye as she pulls off a glove to touch her fingertips to the cold glass. Instead of going in, Kara sits on the porch swing, hearing the familiar squeak as her momentum carries her back. Kelly eases herself into it with her.

"I didn't think I would ever see their faces again. If it wasn't for the couple of scorched pictures, I don't think I would remember them." Kara whispers into the cold night air. Music can be heard playing through the walls of the house and Kara closes her eyes to soak it in.

"That's part of why we are trying to launch this therapy program. So people can see loved ones again. Process emotions and maybe get closure. Our studies so far have yielded mostly positive results."

"Mostly?"

"There are a few people who, when confronted with past abusers and victims, were actually worse off. They require more traditional therapy. But it has helped build a screening program for who will be benefited by the virtual program and who won't be."

The conversation has helped Kara reign in some of her emotions and she takes a deep breath. "So what do we do now?"

"Now, we go back to where it started. Can you picture it? The lab that you first learned of Lena Luthor."

“Yeah. Easily. It's been a frequent place in my—" Suddenly instead of a swing, Kara is sitting in a lab stool with Kelly on one next to her. "---dreams." Kara finishes softly.

"You've been dreaming of the lab?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I just sit here and talk to Lena. Not about anything important to remember when I wake up. Sometimes I see her but it's like she can't see me."

Lena seems to fade into focus, already mid stride as she walks towards the matter transporter and begins to pull a panel off.

"And this?" Kelly asks.

"One time, she was pulling it apart. Trying to figure out what went wrong. Mumbling to herself that she didn't understand what could have happened."

In a blink, Lena was back at the computer. The room went dark. It was exactly Kara's nightmare from the night before. Kara's breathing picks up as she realizes what is happening.

"What is happening?" Kelly asks.

“This was my nightmare last night. I saw the accident happen. But I don't think it was an accident. Watch." Kara points to the man shaped blur of darkness as Lena is drawn closer to the machine.

"You mean how you think it happened?"

"Huh?" Kara is only half listening as she watches the light getting brighter. She can only see Lena's silhouette. Then that is gone. The whole lab is. Kelly and Kara are sitting at her kitchen table with Kelly on her right and Lena is sitting on her left. It's just like the first time that she and Lena talked.

"You mean how.you think it happened? You weren't actually there." Kelly points out.

"I know. But it just feels so real. Like I'm not watching my memories. I'm seeing hers." Kara gestures to Lena. *But then sometimes we just sit and talk and I've learned a lot about her. Like things I don't think I could make up. Like this. This was the first dream I had of her. I feel asleep after researching and then she appeared. We talked. She said she had been following me all day. She even called me Ponytail like Snapper did. Then when I asked about her life, she told me she hadn't really been living. She just worked herself to the bone. She was lonely and sad and found little joy in things outside of her lab."

"That is all details your subconscious could fill in with all the research you have been doing. You could feel like you know her. You saw the amount of projects and technological advancements L-Corp was involved in. And with how little she was in tabloids, she probably lived in her office half the time."

"Yeah she did. She even got a pull out sofa for nights she worked too late to go home."

"Did she tell you that?"

Kara watches Lena. She seems like she is laughing and carrying on a conversation with Kara, but Kara can't hear the laughter. But that smile, it could make Kara swoon. The way she shows almost too many teeth and scrunches her nose up. It's beautiful.

"Yeah, she did tell me that. But then I asked Jess, the acting CEO now, and she said it was true."

"You have good instincts then. Reporting is definitely the profession for you."

"There's been other things too. Stuff I haven't found online but I would email Jess and she would tell me it was true. And be pretty surprised that I would know."

"Like what?"

Lena gets up and goes to get a glass of water, moving around Kara's apartment like she had been there a hundred times.

"Like, she had a horse as a kid. It was the only pet she was allowed. He's name was Comet. Beautiful white stallion. Or that Lena was actually born in Ireland. That's not anywhere. Her adoption records were sealed. But it's all true."

"So Lena was an orphan from a different country?"

"As far as she knows. She saw her mother drown one morning, there is still no evidence whether it was suicide or and accident, and her father was never in the picture. Then the Luthors adopted her and brought her home." Kara smiles as she watches Lena in her pretend conversation. "She even still curses in Gaelic when she is angry, or slips into an accent when she is drunk."

"All confirmed by Jess?"

Kara sighs and finally looks back to Kelly. "Yeah. They were just too specific for me to ignore. I had to ask. At least Jess knows I'm trying to do an article on her or it would just sound stalkerish."

Kelly opens her mouth to respond but then it's like lag in a video game. She gets all jerky, disappears and reappears two feet to the left. Then she stands, sits, disappears and is gone.

"Oh god, finally." Kara jumps as Lena actually speaks next to her. "It took forever to figure out how to get into this program and to speak. Sorry I think I kicked your therapist out."

"Lena!" Kara gasps.

"The one and only." Lena smirks.

"This is real right? You are really here? I'm not crazy?"

"Yes jeez. Quite. I don't know how much time I have. I figured out what went wrong with the matter transporter. I'm somehow stuck in between planes of existence. That pen you stole, yes stole." Lena pauses to acknowledge Kara's sheepish expression. "I think that is my anchor in this plane. Well, the actual plane. But this virtual reality is making it easier to talk to you. Okay so if you hold that pen, it's easier for me to communicate. But I need you to help me."

An error message starts flashing above Kara's kitchen table. Then an override starts to be plugged in underneath it.

"Crap. She's terminating the program. Look, I need you to turn the machine back on. But reverse it so I can get back. I'm not dead. But I might be soon. It's getting harder. I feel like I'm fading. But not. Like it's getting harder to hold all my molecules together. They are trying to scatter and transfer my energy back into the universe."

"But—"

"Just hurry Kara! And remember the Pe—"

Kara snaps up right as her apartment disappears and she is suddenly back in Kelly's office. “Kara!” Kelly yells out.

“No! Wait! Why did you pull me out?”

“What do you mean ‘why?’ I suddenly got kicked out of my own therapy program. I’m the admin. That should not have happened. It's still an experimental program. I was worried.”

“She was there! I’m not going crazy. And she needs my help.” Kara hastily removes the lenses and grabs her purse.

“Kara! Wait! It was a glitch. Lena wasn’t actually there. I think your subconscious took over a bit.”

“No! She was there! I know it. I can feel it. I have to go.”

“Kara! Wai—” the office door slams shut behind Kara and she is practically sprinting through the hallway and to the elevator.

Kara doesn’t go to work. She hails a cab and heads straight to Alex’s. She uses her spare key to get inside and immediately starts packing up all her stuff. Kara scoops Streaky off the back of the couch and tucks him under an arm. This is the first place Kelly will look for her. Kara had asked the cab to wait for her and she climbs back in, immediately heading to her apartment. Once she is safely home, Kara locks her door and takes a deep breath. Streaky wiggles from her grasp with a meow of protest and disappears under the couch.

“The Pen!” Kara exclaims and digs in her computer bag. Kara cries out in victory as she snatches it from the depths and pulls it out. Then… Nothing happens. Kara slides down the front door and sits with her knees tucked into her chest.

“Come on… Come on….” Kara grips the pen, eyes roving the apartment, looking for any indication of Lena.

“Geez, relax. I’m like anchored to you or that pen. I've been here the whole time. You’re the one who couldn’t see me.” Lena materializes next to Kara, causing her to jump.

“Holy crap! Don’t do that.” Kara glares at Lena.

Lena just laughs and begins to wander around Kara’s apartment. She occasionally tries to touch things, successfully brushing a sheet of paper to the floor and rattling a glass. Her hand passes through the counter and the handle of the fridge.

“Wow. Okay. This is real. And I am not actually being haunted.”

“I mean I guess you kind of are. I’m a loose collection of energy that is somehow tied to either you or that pen or both, and I have been doing everything in my limited power to get your attention.”

“Okay, I may be even crazier than I thought. What the actual fuck is happening?”

“Ooo… That may be the first time I’ve heard you cuss. Very attractive. You should do that more often.” Lena strides back towards Kara. It’s a weird experience because there is no sound to accompany her footsteps. Kara glares at her ghost.

“Look, what I have been able to figure out is that something went wrong with my transmatter portal and I am now trapped in a void between places. It’s very hard to describe and I have no scientific terms on it. All I know is it feels like every molecule in my body is trying to separate and scatter and I am using every ounce of my will to keep it together.” Lena sits next to Kara on the floor.

“So what am I supposed to do?”

“I need you to turn the machine back on and reverse it. I think I can coach you through the settings.”

“Oh yeah. Sure. Just turn the machine back on. In a high-security lab. Easy.” Kara rests her elbows on her knees and runs both hands through her hair.

“It's fine. I can get you in through my private entrance.”

“I am sooo getting arrested for this. And then thrown in the looney bin.”

“Not if we succeed. I promise you, I will literally buy you a penthouse of your choice if you do this.”

“I don’t want a penthouse.”

“Car?”

“Nope.”

“Come on, everyone wants something.”

“How about a date?” “A what?”

“You know, a date. Go out for food, maybe some sort of entertainment, maybe some hand-holding.”

Lena looks puzzled still. “You don’t want money or a penthouse? You want to take me ,” Lena points to Kara and then to herself, “on a date.”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I want to take a beautiful woman who has given all of herself to the world to dinner?”

“Because I am a total stranger who is basically haunting you and we don’t know each other.”

“Well I have done a deep dive into your personal life, which is strange and stalker-y but, in my defense, you were dead, and I like what I have seen. You have also basically been following me for the past couple days so I hope you have seen enough to give me a yes or no answer. Full disclosure, I will still help you even if you say no, but I re—” Kara freezes when she feels something cold brush across her hand. Kara looks down to see Lena’s hand resting on top of hers.

“You are rambling.” Lena smiles and Kara swears she has goosebumps. “Yes, I would love to go on a date with you. But first, I need a body to do it.”

“Right! Yes! Of course. How do we start?”

Lena removes her hand from Kara’s and places it under her chin to think. “Well, I think we will have to wait until tomorrow night. Security will be tighter but there will be fewer people. And alarms won't be an issue since I can take you through my personal doors. It would just be the people. Hopefully, Jess has actually left the office during all this.”

“She barely has. She would answer my emails at any time of the night. She might actually be sleeping there.”

“Her husband is not going to be happy with me then. I’ll have to make sure to send them on a trip as soon as possible.”

“That will give me time to finish this article.”

“Finish it? But I’m not dead.”

“But no one else knows that. My editor still wants the story by tomorrow morning to be edited and put to print. Look, you can read it. It will just be good press and then I can start on your miracle return.”

“Ah, so you're just in it for the story.” Lena accuses but there is a playful glint in her eye that tells Kara she knows it's not the full truth.

“That’s the only reason I am helping the most beautiful ghost to ever exist. For a story.

Lena doesn't respond with a witty comeback, she just grins ear to ear and ducks her head to avoid Kara’s gaze.

“Let me show you the article, it would be great to get your opinion. I’ve mostly just been using Jess for fact-checking.”

“Well, Jess does know most of my life. She’s one of the only friends I have.”

“Good to know you consider her a friend. She didn’t seem so sure. But I can tell she loves you.” Kara makes her way to the kitchen table and opens her laptop.

#supergirl #supercorp #scbb2020 #Scbb #fanfiction #au #Haunted

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blue-eyes-and-auburn-hairr · 4 years

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Second Chances Chp. 3

Disclaimer: Okay, I got more notes than I thought I ever would, so while the world is quarantined...I wrote another part.

Warning: Mention of death, fluff, I don’t want to mislead anyone this will very much be a slowburn

Summary: Can you imagine being widowed at such a young age to a man you thought you’d have forever with? On the anniversary of his death, on top of a mountain, you and Chris begin your new journey together.

Staring up at the sky, watching the lantern follow a path across the stars while taking a piece of me with it. People say it gets easier, but that really has not been the case. Each morning I wake up and my mind slowly drifts to memories that I try and keep locked away and each night the nightmares and terrors of the aftermath play like a reel. I don’t fight them though, I think when they finally stop, it will hurt more. My therapist obviously disagrees with me and we have been working on this but, I am just not ready. My ability to compartmentalize is scary and unhealthy but its been working for the last three years. It is harder to keep the emotions in check on days when you feel like you are being smothered. The phone calls, the text, the Facebook posts and tags from both our family and friends. All of that is sweet and supportive and great, but too much. Another reason I like coming out here and sitting on our mountain looking out at the world.

I slowly turn around and watch as Chris is still watching the lantern on its journey, he makes eye contact and I force a half-smile. I see Dodger with his head down whimpering a bit, unaware of the circumstances but very much cued in to the emotions that surround him.

He returns the smile but it does not reach his eyes.

“Afghanistan, three years ago today,” I shrug not wanting to go any deeper, that’s enough of my past for one day. “That’s a story for another time preferable over some beers and a few shots,” another joke to cut the thick fog that surrounds us. Chris makes a move to reassure me, obviously feeling helpless at this moment. Dodger quickly gets up and sits down between Chris and I. He is facing Chris, watching his movements as though ready to defend me. I rub the top of his head letting him know that I am okay and so is the situation. “I’m okay boy, your pops was just trying to help,” I continue to stroke his head and then look up at Chris’ dumbstruck facial expression. “I...I have never seen him do something like that” he softly mumbled to himself and continues to look at me now with almost an expression of awestruck.

“That was beautiful, genuinely beautiful, is there anything else you need to do?” I gently shake my head not making eye contact the mixture of gratitude and shame is swirling. I feel the tears and thickness in my throat return and shake that off as well.

“We should start to head back then, it’s going to get dark and Dodger is such a baby in the dark,” He chuckles rolling his eyes.

It was only about a fifteen-minute walk back to the car, but he was right, the twilight sky would only last for so long. Packing up my bag and making sure that I had everything, I met the boys at the start of the trail.

“I am sorry if your hike took an unexpected turn,” I shyly shrug my shoulders “I feel like I owe you a beer or at least a meal to make up for that, I am usually not this grim of a person” I state trying to convince him and myself.

“Not a chance,” he says while reaching down to pull the twig out of Dodger’s mouth.

“I get it and I am sure you have to be up early tomorrow for your presentation and all,” I try not to sound as defeated as I feel.

“I meant, no chance that you owe me anything. It’s absolutely my treat, do you know of any good places around here?” I tried to read his face, looking for pity, but all I could see was compassion.

“There’s a nice pub a few miles away, small and simple,” trying to accommodate for him I also mention that there is patio seating that should fit Dodger’s fancy.

We reach our cars at the same time that Chris announces that he is sold on the idea and says that he will follow me. The emotions of all of this finally set in when I sat in my car. I had not felt anxious or nervous throughout our entire time together until the moment I was away from him. I pushed all of that, for the most part, away and tried to drive perfectly towards the pub. Chris turned in the parking lot after me and got out and put the lease on Dodger again. I finally saw my reflection for the first time in hours and cleaned up the tears stains that still traced my skin.

“I am not gonna lie, I honestly thought you were gonna keep driving when I pulled in here” I finally announce when I make my way over to his truck.

“Well now I am wounded Thea, wounded,” he states while dramatically placing his hands over his chest.

“It’ll buff out, I’m sure,” I say while bumping his shoulder and heading towards the door, I can hear him chuckling behind me.

I head inside and ask the bartender if there was room on the patio for us to sit and order some food and drinks. She says, of course, hands me two menus and says someone would meet us outside shortly.

I meet Chris back outside and he’s already made himself and Dodger comfy at a table. As I head over he gets up and pulls out the chair for me, which I know people roll their eyes at but I get a case of the butterflies every single time.

After some time an older woman makes her way over to us to take our order, Chris takes my suggestion on the burger and laughs when I get carded for ordering a beer. I roll my eyes and feel the blush creep across my cheeks. I dish it right back though and ask him when was the last time he even got carded, the squinting glare answered that question. The tension and awkwardness left and we slipped into casual conversation.

I think we talked for 2 hours straight.

We talked about everything and anything, it was so pure and real. My stomach started to hurt 45 minutes in from laughing so hard. “God, can you imagine growing up an only child or growing up differently than you did?” Chris asked me at one point, he was telling a story about his brother and neighbor daring him to jump from a roof onto a trampoline into a pool. He was proud to announce that he completely chicken out and thinks about how his life might be a little different if he followed through with it.

“My brother and sisters probably used to pray to be only children growing up, but I honestly couldn’t imagine it any other way. I never take for granted how close-knit we are and I continue to be thankful.” He continued to smile at me and stare at my face, which was sweet but also a bit concerning.

I whip at my face trying to see if I had something on it and ask him, “What? Do I have ketchup on my cheek or something?” He responds by rolling his eyes for the 39th time in the last few hours.

“Roll your eyes at me again! I dare you!” He scuffs and goes to roll his eyes again but stops halfway and just starts laughing.

“I just, I don’t want this to sound weird and freak you out.” He starts to rambles and it was cute but my god he was going to drive me crazy if he kept it up. I reach across the table and give his hand a squeeze in a comforting way.

“I just, I feel like I’ve known you my whole life” he looks down at his phone “when in reality it’s only been four hours. I know that sounds crazy because I don’t even know what you do for a living, but I feel like I already know ‘who you are’ if that makes any bit of sense. I am just having a tough time believing you are real.”

It absolutely did. It made complete sense and it scared me, but it also gave me another case of butterflies.

“I’m a teacher.” I took the easy way out not toughing the other topic just yet.

How does Chris respond? He rolled his god damn eyes again. With a retort of “Of course you are, why wouldn’t you be a teacher.”

“That’s it, Dodger, come here and take your human away from me!” I shout at the sweet boy just trying to take a nap. “Dodger that is the 40th time he has rolled his eyes at me, you need to take him home and teach him some manners please!” I huff sitting back into my chair and watching Chris explode with laughter.

“You are absolutely insane, I don’t think I have laughed this hard, for this long, in months. I am going to have a set of abs by the time this night is through.” Now it was my turn to roll my eyes at him.

“So what do you teach?” He finally asked me after his waves of laughter have turned into small chuckles.

“I am a middle school special education teacher” I state proudly. I truly love and respect what I do for a living and wouldn’t change it for the world.

Chris is just defeated by this point and just places his head in his hands shaking it back and forth. “You are really not helping prove that you are actually real” he mumbles into his hands.

“Says the famous actor I met while hiking a mountain and inviting me to dinner, I left the realm of reality hours ago” I smirk back at him when he finally pulls his face out of his hands.

The waitress walks over and asks if we need anything else. Chris holds up one finger to me seeing if I’m game for another round. “One more round please and two more glasses of water,” I ask while smirking at Chris. “Ohh also, can we get, I don’t know, maybe a to-go box of some sort that we can put some water in for the pup?” She nods and walks off while jotting it down in her little pad. She returns a few minutes later with all the check and drinks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to twist your arm or anything,” he says while leaning over and scratching Dodger’s head.

“Not at all, I just, unfortunately, have to drive home after this,” I say while shaking my head. “I normally cannot wait for this day to end, but today...meeting Dodger and I guess you..,” I smirk trying to make light of a tough sentence to put into words, “It really helped.”

“Well, I am just glad we found you.”

“Me too,” I say giving his hand one more squeeze before we get up and make our way to the cars.

Leaving the shot of Jameson sitting on the table, untouched, but always present, unquestioned but simply knowing.

I’ve never tagged anyone in a post before so let’s see if I get this right :) @chi00072 @capstopavenger

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berri-hopefulspouse · 3 years

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Okokokay, I’m awake, lemme explain this particular post because uh. It was like 2 AM when I posted it and I was hardly awake to explain it properly. I might write about the event itself in the future, but I have a LOT of projects going on rn so I need to uh. NOT SUBJECT MYSELF TO TEMPTATION. Lmao. ANYWAY. If you want the full explanation behind this post- it’ll be under the RM for the sake of not angering all of my followers :’)

TW: Internalized Manipulation, Internalized High-Expectative behavior, Suicide, also for uh. A generally Long ass fucking post.

Basically...Ren has a secret. One they had completely forgotten about until their memory was retrieved post TTH- or rather...a few weeks following the memory retrieval. One secret that...as far as they know- they’re taking with them to their own fucking grave, rather than tell anyone what happened.

Sure, they had a crush on Makoto. Sure, they were always too afraid to tell him how they felt- both out of fear of rejection, but for another...much more guilty reason.

See, when they ran away from home- ran away from their family...it was because they were controlling, yet neglectful. The family they “loved” never really gave them the emotional support they needed at a time when they were suffering- and in some people’s cases, only added onto it. They ran away because they were tired of being bound by their family’s stubborn expectations, and were tired of feeling like they weren’t good enough to do what everyone else was doing.

The problem was... They never truly resolved that trauma by running away. They had NO idea at the time how to do what they needed to give themselves that emotional support that they needed desperately growing up. Which of course, resulted in them taking that same sort’ve controlling, high-expectative behavior...and turning it on themselves.

Joining as many clubs as they wanted, studying late at night, getting double shifts to pay the rent of their apartment...They did everything they could to stay on top. It was a habit they didn’t know they were doing to themselves- they just saw it as being hardworking to maintain the idea that they were doing alright on their own. And of course, she- Junko- was no help to this. Manipulating them to work even harder- and that if they fall from the throne they were building for themselves, that they’ll be left alone. After all- for the first time in years, as a result...they were relatively popular. But not because of economical status, or because of beauty- or anything relatively of the sort. Because of their intelect. Their talents. Their ultimate...they were appreciated for something they could DO for others. And it was that, that gave them what they thought was the emotional support they craved since growing up- and they would be damned to let go of that now.

Ontop of this, they never really told anyone about being transmasc. They never told anyone they were AFAB. Everyone just assumed they were AMAB and nonbinary- which they agreed was fine with them.

They were elected student council president, due to their uncanny ultimate to figure out that something was wrong with their class- and have the compassion to sit down and talk with others about it. When a student was struggling in a class, they’d either personally tutor the student or have someone they know who excels in that class tutor them. They were advocating for the luck students classes to be more personalized and catered to their talent, much like how all the other students had their classes personalized and catered to theirs. They did everything in their power to make a difference, to make an impression that they knew would never leave the class- unknowing that them just...being themselves, would’ve been more than enough.

However...it was all too much for them. It was draining, it was exhausting, it was driving them crazy. They hardly got any sleep, they hardly had time to take care of themselves due to their various after-school activities and jobs they maintained. It was at this point they realized something was horribly, horribly wrong with the way they were living, but...that seed of internal expectations had burrowed itself too deep. Basically threatening themselves that if they couldn’t manage this- what they perceived to be a “normal” school life, albeit with some disadvantages- then they were just...weak. They HAD to keep themselves busy, because that’s how they make a difference in this world!

For being an empath...they’re terrible at taking care of themselves.

Despite themselves, they felt that sinking emptiness that they felt back home starting to return to their heart. So what do they do? Pour themselves further into their classes, their work, their social life- what little of it they maintained after class- their clubs, their student-council presidency.

Even then, that wasn’t enough. They tried on their life. They broke under that pressure, and they have the scars to prove that. It was the first time anyone in their class knew that something much deeper resided within their class president.

...Yet, at the time, Makoto was the only one who yelled at them for it- both out of his own naivety and his own sense of guilt.

Skip to a few months in the future- a good 2 weeks before Junko’s perceived plan would go into full effect, and a few days before the supposed fuzzy memory they’ve had in the past came into fruition.

Makoto and Ren had been getting closer, yes. Ren wanting to learn and, as a result, be better to themselves- so they could in turn be better for their class. Makoto just wanting to help, seeing as he looked up to them.

Still, they didn’t hang out that often- both due to their own class schedules being all over the place, and Ren never having much time out of school. Sure, Kyoko would be helping pay their rent- which let them have the option to quit one of their jobs...but they still had to afford food each month, so they still kept one job- both for the experience and because they felt they had to. They didn’t want to ask the school for more help than they “needed” to.

So, when Makoto was hosting a small sleepover with several of the boys from his class- including them- they were a bit excited. Due to their business, they never really had the time to really...hang out with other people. Develop an actual social life. They never had the chance to hang out with friends outside of class, and never had the chance to do normal teen things- like sleepovers and school drama and shit.

Naturally, of course they went.

They had...such a fun time that night. Goofing off with the boys- even some of the more reclusive and uptight boys would eventually loosen up around Makoto. Of course- it wasn’t like usual more “Feminine” sleepovers- the boys would mostly be playing a lot of video games, eat snacks, what-have you. Makoto would try to get them to watch anime, only to be teased for it. Ren had to break up that little spat before it got out of hand- wanting just as much to protect Makoto.

Soon enough, everyone was falling asleep. Most of the others didn’t want to sleep in Makoto’s room themselves- saying that was too “gay” for them-- Only to get ribbed at by Ren as a result, despite what they tell themselves about being a straight enby (a contradictory statement in and of itself). So, Ren, wanting to prove a point to them, decided they’d stay with Makoto. Unaware of how flustered they were at the thought, Makoto headed back to his room with them in tow- ignoring how the boys were calling out various...unsavory one-liners. (Much to his dismay, seeing as Makoto would eventually have to drag Ren by the arm- lest they start an actual fight in his house, his parent’s would fucking END him, Ren stop it--)

At the very least, it was calmer. The two sat, talked for hours, goofing off and watching anime until close to 1 AM. By then, they’re still watching anime through his laptop- Makoto braiding their hair out of their eyes so its easier for them to see.

This entire night, they’ve just been feeling so...so flustered around him. So flustered, so confused. They just want to do something about the feeling, they want to understand what it is they’re feeling...this feeling that they’ve felt since they first met him- and has only intensified over time...has intensified over the course of the night.

So, they do something impulsive. They do something they didn’t think they KNEW they were doing until they did so. They kiss him- genuinely and caringly. Its then they did realize how they felt- someone not so straight, not so ‘perfect’...and for that brief moment it was okay. For that brief moment, being perceived as who they actually are...was okay.

And then that moment was broken, hearing a knock on their window- one of the boys had gone to investigate what was going on, and was peering through the window.

And that sudden panic, that fear of losing what they have- of losing the respect of their class...it held its grip on their heart. They start freaking out, mumbling to themselves about how they were going to be made fun of. Makoto tries to calm them down, tell them its okay- that it’s fine- trying to insinuate that he kinda felt the same way.

But, they leave. They flee with one last final word to him;

“...You don’t even know.”

A message to themselves- about what they know about love- and to him...that he doesn’t know what would happen if they loose that social status.

...The following day, they pour their heart out to Junko. They explain everything that happened- and they’re told of the device that can wipe memories. That can, essentially, erase the past. Of course they’re reluctant- their good morals and goody-two-shoes nature makes them hesitant. But, when she reminds them of what would happen once rumors starts to spread... They agree its for the best. That no one else should remember what happened that night. But to ONLY erase that night.

...Little did they know, that a few weeks down the line, there would be so, so much more erased than a single night.

So, by Monday, everyone has seemingly forgotten the whole event. They swore to themselves that day to never tell anyone- especially him- about what happened...both because of the event itself...but because of if he found out what they did following it- they didn’t know if he’d ever forgive them.

Losing their social status...losing that emotional support from their class...at the time; nothing else was worth it. Nothing else; even love.

After all, they’re expected to be little mx. perfect.

When their memories are finally retrieved... Or rather- the weeks following it, as an after-effect- they remember the whole event. That guilt they carried with them about what Junko did to them only multiplies when they remember their other massive, massive mistake. Sure, things turned out well in the end- they’re with Makoto, everything is getting better... He’s shown that even through their past- he’d be there for them...but even so, they can’t tell him.

It’s a secret they’re taking with them to their grave. And with any hope, that’s exactly how they hope it’ll stay.

...And they forget, that just as well for everyone else, the procedure had brought back all their school memories, as well.

Makoto won’t...say anything on the matter- knowing how their anxious self might react. If they want to tell him, they will. But if not...it’s a secret for their past self to keep, forever.

...It definitely does explain some of their behaviors though, now that he does think about it.

#[ Ren Rambles ]#[ Emotionally Hopeful ]#I spent the last hour I've been awake writing this sdjkfhskd #I might write this into an actual fully-developed story later. But have this explanation for now.#For now; have a lot of angst :'D #They had a decent school life at Hopes Peak I swear #Just. A lot of Junko meddling. ~^~;#long post//#suicide tw//#suicide ment//#manipulation tw//#high expectations tw//#The TLDR of this is; Their own goddamn extremely high expectations for themselves was their downfall. It slowly deteriorated their life #And slowly crumbled the perceived version of themselves.

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theuncommittedwriter · 4 years

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From now on, alone

From: My hero academia

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x reader

Genre: angst

A/N: Oh wow, first thing and is angst, such a surprise! Lmao I love angst. I hope you'll like it :) please take in consideration that English is not my first language. Be free to do as much corrections as you need! Please enjoy! :)

Summary: Shouto and his s/o met at UA quite years ago, but now, due to a disease, he has to see her losing her life in front of his eyes

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He wondered if he would ever be able to forget the beauty that your sleeping face gathered. No, it was more than beauty. There was something of the peace of your breathing, the length of your eyelashes, the redness of your lips, the little distortion on the form of your face caused by having the cheek pressed on the mattress. You looked angelical on rather common terms. But he was not a believer of God; more likely, he had stopped believing in him after hearing some news from your mouth. Those words together were like hearing the trumpets announcing the day of the final trial to him.

Shouto Todoroki couldn't recall when was the last time he had slept, or at least, the last time he had had an eight hour time of recharging sleep. His mind wouldn't stop screaming and racing all over the place. It seemed like no matter in which direction he looked, there was a little memory with you. Be it the darkest corner of the bedroom, in which you once tried to scare him after watching a thriller movie in a particular rainy night; or the center of the large room, where he had invited you to dance in a playful tone more than every day. In other circumstances, he would affirm with total security that it was a bless to have such large mountain of memories with his beloved one. But at the moment, it felt like it was the plage coming after him.

The man wanted nothing more than to get on his feet and take a large run across the city. And if even after that he couldn't calm his mind, he would take the first train he could catch. It didn't have to matter the destination. He wanted nothing more than to escape, to be a coward and run away from his fears, from the fatality future that he couldn't control nor predict. He had never considered himself someone who wanted to be in charge of everything, but after that night, he felt like if he didn't take control of things, he would go insane. Unfortunately, his racing heart wouldn't allow himself to run. Not now. Not when the light of his nightmares was dying in front of him. He would never forgive himself if he ran.

Lately, his mind has being taking him back to the days he met you, as if it was some sort of punishment. He felt like the worst sinner when he thought that he wouldn't have to go through this if it wasn't because he had fallen so mad in love; with you, and with the idea of life. To him, you were like some kind of deity. Someone destined to suffer at the cost of saving others. Like that, with that cheesy line, was how he would describe your whole existence.

You two met at your first year of UA. However, as long as he was one at the top of the class, you were at the bottom. Not because you were weak, it was because you just put one foot at the UA for the first time at the second half of the second year. Not even one of your classmates knew about your existence until one day Aizawa mentioned you. That same day, a group of kids appeared in your hospital room with friendly smiles. They apologized for not visiting you until the second half of their first year at school.

Your quirk was one life-saver for a lot of people. Being called "cells of divinity", your genetic was holy for everyone but you. One day you may not be able to move your arm at all, two weeks later you may regain your arm, but lost the ability to talk, and so on. Your immune system was a mess, always going against yourself. Doctors had to keep you under intense care for 15 long years, which you all spent hospitalized. At some point around your 7th birthday, your parents stopped coming. Then you started to hear some rumours that they weren't paying for the hospital bed, and then they went missing. Before your 9th birthday, the responsibility for your safety and well being was in charge of the government.

At the cost of all the pills you had had to take, all the therapy you had gone through, there has been at least a million lifes saved. Your blood hated you, but it was made to be used by scientist to create medicines. That's why you'd spend so much time on hospitals, you had been created to be part of so many experiments.

When Todoroki heard for the first time this history, he had mixed feelings. He thought that you were nothing less than a hero, and that's why they admitted you on UA even though you couldn't fight. But at the same time, he thought that it was a really cruel destiny. He put himself on the position of being cursed by blood, something he had experienced in his own shoes, and felt like it was a big injustice to you. One night that his group of friend reunited in your hospital room, he confessed his thoughts about your life. After that, you two growth closer.

His stomach can't do anything else than to twitch in sorrow just from remembering all the nights you two had cried together, how many times he had had to hand-feed you because your arms wouldn't move on inch, how many times he had carry you on a wheelchair, just because your genetic decided that they wouldn't active your legs' nerves. How happy you looked the first time in years you had gone out of the hospital, even if it only longed three days. How happy you seemed to be the first time you took an actual exam with everyone in that UA classroom. Todoroki was completely and absolutely love-struck with the idea of you being happy and smiling, you being able to liberate yourself from the chains of your own genetic at going out of hospitals. He was utterly lost on all the comforts words you had given him throughout the years. He still couldn't say when was the exact time he had fallen so madly in love, but he was sure he couldn't stan a world without you.

Life only seemed to take him as a joke, because there you two were. He had let you sleep for more tha usual, even thought it was late on the afternoon. You were supposed to take a brief nap after being awake with him the whole night, crying and professing love words to each other. It has been like that for the past two weeks, since the day you gave him the fatal news. He almost lost conscious the moment he heard you saying that you were dying and there was no cure. He was mad at the time, mad because your quirk was supposed to save lives but it couldn't save yours. Right now, he couldn't feel anything but fear. Today was your last day. The day you told him, you had been really sick, he thought you would only dedrage from there, almost unable to talk on the last day. That way, it would have been less painful. But no, the destiny decided to give you vitality on your last times. The last week you had been more active than ever, even if you didn't go out, he had skipped work just to watch you wander around the shared apartment, singing, dancing, telling jokes, almost unaware of the fact that you were about to die. He tried his best to atone with you, but as stated previously, he can't remember the last time he had slept well.

Shouto was lost on thoughts, and it felt like an ice bucket being thrown on his face when he heard you giggling. There you were, his little angel, watching him from some centimeters apart. At the sight of your puffy eyes observing him, his heart pondered hard on his chest. He then held your hand. In your eyes, he was clearly dying of fear.

He intertwined your fingers, and his mind got him to thinking into your fragile form. How years and years of drugs on your body have made it be so tiny in comparison to his, how insecure you've felt the first time you two have had intimacy. Along with the years, Shouto stopped thinking that your quirk was one of a hero, and thought of it as a curse. You had nothing you could do to change your fate, and that was driving him crazy.

—Shouto —you called softly. In that instant, Shouto interpreted that as the worst case scenario, but then seeing you wear a smile made him let his breath out, which he doesn't know when he started containing—, you're spacing out.

—Sorry... —he mumbled, even softer than you. He then reached for your body with both hands, embracing you in a much needed hug, trying not to think about it as the last one. You answered nothing. Instead, tried to calm him down by tracing his column with your finger tips and massaging his hair softly. When you felt he had relaxed a bit, you tried to make a bit of space between both of you, you wanted to see his face. He didn't let you do so, he was too focused on carving your scent in his soul.

You sighed internally. You knew this was hard, and it probably was harder for him; but you had some things you wanted to prepare before reaching the final end. Some things for him.

It wasn't like you weren't afraid of dying. You had been, but not anymore. You had seen so many people dying, you had met so many people that has died, and you yourself knowing the nature of your quirk. At some point of your adolescence, you got to understand that death was something you should walk side by side, till the day she decided it was time to go.

What you didn't expect, was to fall in love. It wasn't in your plan to fall in love with a guy disposed to hold your hand even when you couldn't feel it. You didn't plan to be mad in love with someone who would not even change his expression one bit if you told him you couldn't move one inch and you had probably shit yourself, and instead tell you that it was nothing to be shy about and call a nurse. You didn't plan to fall in love with someone who had a radically different life from yours, but still shared the tears of your demons. It was out of the clue, but there you were, preparing your last note to your beloved one.

—Honey... —you tried calling again, in a low voice. You didn't intend to be cruel with him, but you didn't know how much time you had left. Even so, you were afraid of the numbness on your feet and the new cool feeling on your back.

Shouto tried to collect himself, as he had been trying for the past weeks, for you. He moved a bit back and looked his eyes on yours. He was at loss of words, his mind couldn't stop tormenting him with memories, instead of trying to appreciate those last times with you: —Sorry... —he then whispered.

—It's ok —you smiled, but weakly— there are still some things I want to prepare. Would you mind? —You knew you were probably being the worst girlfriend of the world, but you didn't dispose of its time to waste.

He minded. He seriously did, but he couldn't keep himself together to protest. He let you go, watching attentively how you vividly put your slippers on and walked to the loving room. After some seconds, he followed after you. Something at the back of his mind was yelling at him that he was being a bit over dramatic, but he couldn't help his heavy heart.

The living room of the apartment was linked to the kitchen, and there you were, preparing your favourite beverage; something to stimulate your mind to finish up al the letters you were writing to your friends, you would say to Shouto. In fact, you were writing just one final letter, one you planned to read to Shouto at the last moment. You were almost finished, the only thing that was missing was the confession of love, the most important part, you used to think.

Shouto sited uncomfortably on the couch, right next to one reclined chair you bought once to read books in "a perfect position" you said. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he was watching you. He didn't try to hide his distress, either. He was waiting for the worst to happen in any moment, not like he was prepared, but he didn't want to get catched by surprise.

As if his own negative feeling were calls for angels to come and take you, you sighed, exhausted. All the energy you gained on the last days was facked. You tried to make cheerful memories with Shouto, even if they would hurt him at the beginning, you confided that later he would feel nostalgic coming back to them. Your hands shacked as you stirred the liquid on the cup, your vision was getting blurry, it became difficult to breathe. All of the sudden, as if death entered crashing the window to the large apartment. Your legs felt like giving up, until they finally did. You kneeled on the floor while a rough rampage of cough invaded your throat. As if you'd even doubt it, Shouto was by your side in an instant. He carried you out of pure instincts. He had seen you before being weak on the knees, but he knew this would be the last. He laid you on the reclined chair, lowering his face near yours, taking one of your hand in his. He certainly was panicking, and for the first time, the little smile that you tried to emulate on your beauty lips didn't give him any comfort. Instead, he felt like tearing up seeing the tints of blood coming out your mouth. The disease that was killing you was one that disintegrated organs from inside, it was something new that your immune system developed specially for you.

You kept coughing, each time worst. Blood came out of your mouth, but you still tried to smile on the sake of Todoroki Shouto —It's pretty bad —you could mutter between interruptions.

—I love you —was the only thing that Shouto could process at the moment. He could feel his blood running inside him.

You finally stopped coughing, but it didn't do any better, it made you realise how fast you had loosen faculties on your body. You couldn't feel your legs anymore, and your head was spinning, unable to form any thought. You fixed your eyes on Shouto. You didn't hear what he said, not anymore between coughs. You could see the shock on his eyes, those pretty eyes. The memory of you once thinking that he may had some kind of royalty-like blood on him came to you: —I really like your eyes... —you muttered. You weren't sure what you were supposed to do anymore, nor that you could think about it in that state— But you probably don't want to hear about that right now.

Shouto let a sob out. Tears accumulated on his eyes, and he did nothing to stop them from falling: —I want to hear it. I want to hear everything about you —he protested—. Please, please, tell me, tell me your thoughts, your feels... please —he begged. The hold if his hand on yours tightened, while yours felt weaker and weaker.

You cupped his face with your free hand, tracing delicately the shape of his scar: —I really like your eyes... —you took a pause to breathe from your mouth— And your scar, you don't like it but I do —Shouto did nothing more than to put his hand above yours, crying at its coldness—. I feel cold... Ah, there was something I wanted to tell you, but I can't remember what... —you scrunched your eyebrows, trying to remember the important thing you wanted to tell him— I see you blurry, I'm sorry...

Shouto heard you, he heard every word, but he wasn't able to come up with an answer. He contained his breath when he saw strings of blood coming out your nose: —Don't be sorry, please... I love you, I always will. —he helplessly chocked out the words.

—Kiss me... —you commanded breathly. He did nothing more than to obey. He kissed you delicately and briefly, suffering at the absence of warm in almost every part of you: —Oh, I remembered... —you coughed once again, some sprinkles of blood reaching to shower Shouto's face— I love you, that was it... I'm really sorry.

Shouto cried inconsolably, the love of his life was parting apart in front of him; even if he knew that would happen, he was not prepared. He rushed to speak when the hand that was cupping his face fell unmoving: —I love you, I love you much more! —at this point, he was shouting.

Shouto let out a desperate sound when he saw your eyes slowly closing. You didn't try to fight against it, you couldn't. The fogg on your mind had disappeared, it was replaced with nothing. Your eyes fell shut, your hands didn't charge with more strength. Just like that, your lifeless body laid on that reclinable chair.

Shouto didn't try to contain his emotions. He was a mess, a complete mess. The sigh of him crying and shouting to your cadaver to come back, begging and pleading to all gods to give him you back. He let our your hand, and embraced your cold body. He kept shouting till his throat went raw, and even then he didn't stop calling for your name.

Who know how much passed, but Shoto kept crying for you. He kept himself there, holding your lifeless hand. He then started to think of the time no one talks about, the time that you have already cried your eyes out, but they're not coming back. The time that you're still sitting there right next to a body without an owner to respond. He wondered what he was supposed to do now. What would happen to him after you had been taken away physically. Who would hear him crying? Who would accompany him on the bed? Who would complain to him to eat less soba a week? Who could possibly fill the emptynes that your soul left behind?

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dilfbatman · 4 years

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OMG your 'Patrochilles adopting Percy' headcanons are AMAZING!😍 Percy calling Patroclus dad was so sweet! And the way you included Sally - loved it! So mysterious. Can you write some more? Like, what would it be like when/if Percy went to Camp?

AWH OMG THIS IS LITERALLY THE SWEETEST THING!!! thank you so much i’m so happy you enjoyed it :’) and YES YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND <3 (this is like a series so on my blog it’ll be tagged as #patrochilles!lovechild which i have added to the posts involved! it’ll be tagged here at the end! :’)

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- achilles has taught perseus from a young age how to fight and was surprised at how formidable he was even at a young age, and to no one’s surprise, when they found out that he was a demigod achilles amped up the fighting/strategizing of fighting while patroclus taught perseus how to deal with injuries/patch himself & others up

- patrochilles were not aware of camphalfblood, they tried to get demigod antics away from their family as much as possible yet when percy started complaining of monsters and creatures when they’d go out for cheeseburgers at their favorite diner, well patrochilles could not ignore it any longer

- it was during school when percy invited a friend aka grover to his place that everyone found out about chb, and grover was in absolute shock & awe that THE achilles & patroclus were before him, aristos achaion, best of the greeks, and they were here in front of him (grover passed out & patroclus had to help get him awake and gave him a soda can to eat)

- patrochilles go into protective dad mode over both of them and achilles says that he wants to visit this camphalfblood to make sure it’s legit and good enough for his son & they all take the drive down to long island sound and at this point percy is a bit confused and scared bc he doesn’t wanna leave his dads! but he’s also so intrigued and asks grover all about camp and he readily gives them all the information while patrochilles are listening very attentively, not missing a single piece of information

- they get there and patroclus & achilles stop in their tracks completely. bc all they see are kids in armor fighting, kids in the fields playing, and the sound of kids screaming & laughing. & then they see someone walking towards them and it’s... CHIRON??? and chiron is also stopped in his tracks bc his best & favorite students are in front of him after millennia and pat tries to speak and can’t, he just quietly walks to chiron to give him such a warm hug and chiron feels a fatherly loves rush back into his heart, chironides, this title rushes back into pat’s brain and ofc chiron found out about it! he puts his hand on patroclus’ head and wishes upon him blessings

- and achilles still hasn’t moved from his spot and is just in awe bc there is his teacher, his guidance, his own father figure. the whole camp is quiet even though everyone is out of their cabins as onlookers because even they know of the great achilles & his comrade/lover in arms, patroclus. achilles runs with the quickness of which only the best of the greeks could achieve, into chiron’s arms, forgoing any formal greetings bc achilles is no prince anymore and he can finally hug the one other man in his life that taught him so much (along w patroclus & perseus ofc) and chiron’s eyes are filling with tears and he wishes many blessings upon achilles as well

- and he notices a boy looking on, with eyes green as the sea, black as night hair, tan, tall, and beautiful - he can already tell that this boy is powerful as the power radiates from him in waves, reminiscent of a current within the ocean sea

- chiron introduces himself formally to percy and percy is just like ??? “grover WHAT is mr. brunner doing here?” and everyone is shocked a bit bc how have the fates intertwined their lives like this? it’s wild & chiron tells them to follow him so he can explain everything

- they walk towards his cabin and everyone is staring BC yes achilles is still lethally beautiful, they can’t take their eyes off him, pat, or perseus and all percy can hear is giggling from the campers who he knows is checking out his dads & him and pat is slightly blushing bc of the attention, and achilles is blissfully unaware bc this is natural to him and he simply smiles at everyone and fun fact: an aphrodite boy passed out when he did that and whoops not achilles’ fault (but also is)

- yet as they’re walking they hear gasps and percy thinks that people are finally seeing that yeah his dad is achilles but it’s actually bc above him is a bright blue trident and everyone stops in their tracks, and chiron is quiet before he says that perseus has been claimed. child of the sea god poseidon. and patrochilles are stunned and pat starts chastising his own self bc how couldn’t he have figured this out? sally jackson gave a bust of poseidon to them, she gave percy a trident necklace, perseus was the captain of varsity swim team - these were not coincidences, these were CLUES! and achilles is for some reason so... angry? who is this god claiming percy when he & pat are his adoptive fathers? he has a sense of extreme protectiveness coming over him and chiron knows achilles and simply says that his birth father is that of the ruler of the oceans - poseidon himself.

- percy is shocked and embarrassed and also... relieved? he knows who his dad and that’s crazy bc he’s one of the big three? he starts piecing together some ideas and wonders if sally is his...? but before he can even cement that thought chiron tells them to follow him so he can explain the happenings of camp

- they all sit down w chiron and achilles has a protective arm around perseus and patroclus is holding percy’s hand and before chiron can get anything out achilles demands that percy be allowed the choice of staying or leaving and chiron looks at him, knowing this would most likely happen, and he simply asks perseus to hold on to that thought until after chiron is done explaining

- chiron ends up telling them everything about camp - how it’s run, what percy can learn, and how he can thrive here. and achilles is getting scared bc what is perseus never wants to come home? and patroclus is quiet and thinking in favor of what’s best for perseus. and it isn’t until percy speaks and asks if he can do a test run of being at camp - just to see how it is.

- his dads reluctantly agree and a few weeks later percy goes to his cabin (where patrochilles were both staying in bc no way are they letting him be here alone at first) and he’s dripping with sweat and smiling super big and patrochilles can see how much fun he’s been having with his friends there and they already know what he’s gonna say and achilles is bracing himself for the “dad, i’m staying here from now on” and percy just says “i asked chiron and he said i’m allowed to be here during the summer’s only if that’s what i want” and patrochilles are both shocked bc? they thought he didn’t wanna live w them at all anymore and pat asks him if he’s sure - that they won’t be upset or angry - and percy says that he’s positive, i mean achilles taught him more than whatever he could learn at camp, and during the summer’s while he’s here, he says to patrochilles that chiron wants them to be there as teachers!

- achilles & patroclus are both stunned and ask percy again, if HE IS SURE, and percy rolls his eyes and says YES! he gets his dads here while still having the fun/learning experience of camp and still being able to try and be a normal teenager during the school year and patrochilles ofc say yes and they all do a massive group hug :’) and chiron comes in and asks achilles & patroclus if they’re okay w this arrangement (they more than are) and chiron winks at them saying that they will now become the teachers :’)

- achilles is the teacher of anything dealing w fighting and most often his classes involve the entirety of camp & patroclus also teaches healing and medicine and the arts <3 basically this was the best arrangement that could have happened and percy is so happy that his dads can be here and patrochilles are so happy to mesh their two worlds together and be able to teach & learn from a new generation of demigods <3 especially from their own baby boy perseus :’)

this is SO long but i hope you enjoy!!! <3

#percy jackson headcanons #percy jackson #the song of achilles #the song of achilles headcanons #i’m tagging this as #patrochilles!lovechild anon #simply bc it falls under that! but thank you to whoever requested this!#tsoa #i love my Boys #and also tagging it as #patrochilles!lovechild #gonna tag those in the other ones as well!#modern!patrochilles

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dontdietwd · 4 years

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Day 67, part 2

I had my eyes closed as I sat on a rocking chair on the porch of the farm house. Everything was silent now, except for my own ears ringing loudly in stress. I breathed in, allowing my head to rest on the back of the chair, and out, slowly, my feet nudging the wooden floor to rock the chair softly. Otis and Shane had left for the high school, Maggie was gone looking for Lori, and the others were around Carl. I was a quiet moment, which I highly valued. I had to cool down, allow my body to return to normal, allow my brain to stop screaming.

I knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did.

The door to the house creaked open to let out both Rick and Hershel, who joined me on the porch. Hershel sat on the chair by my side and Rick stood on the railing, looking outside.

“Your farm is beautiful, Mr. Greene,” I said in a low voice, as if scared to mess up with the rare peace of the moment. “I can see you take very good care of it.”

“It’s been in my family 160 years.”

“I can’t believe how serene it is,” Rick said looking out. “How untouched. You’re lucky.”

“We aren’t completely unscathed…” the old man disagreed from his chair. “We’ve lost friends, neighbors. The epidemic took my wife and my step son.”

I nodded looking down, “I’m sorry… It’s like there ain’t nobody alive who ain’t lost someone these days.”

“It sure is, but my daughters were spared. I’m thankful to God for that. These people here? All we got left is each other.”

“Yeah… We know how it is. We, our group… We’re also al we got.”

“Let’s hope we can ride it out in peace until there is a cure.”

Rick looked back into the porch and his eyes met mine, we both thinking the same. Rick looked down and out to the field again as I tried to choose my words.

“Mr. Greene… We’ve been on the road for a while now. We tried shelter in different places. One of them was at the CDC, in Atlanta. The most important place nearby that’d be working on a cure,” I paused, making Hershel look at me, waiting for me to finish. “It’s destroyed. Blew up to pieces, we all nearly blew up with it. They had no cure.”

Surprisingly, he smiled. “I don’t believe it. When aids came along everyone panicked. One boy in town came down with that and some parents pulled their children from school so they didn’t have to sit in the same room.”

“This is a whole other thing…” Rick said shaking his head and he turned to face us in the chairs, leaning against the rail.

“This is what we always say, ‘this one’s different’. Mankind have been fighting plagues from the start. We get our behinds kicked for a while. And then we bounce back,” with a serene smile, he looked from me to Rick and back. “It’s nature correcting itself, restoring some balance.”

We exchanged a look again and Rick lowered his head, his disbelief in the man’s words clear.

“Well,” I started carefully, “I don’t believe it, Mr. Greene. I really don’t… But I’ll be more than happy to be wrong about it. I hope we’re wrong about it.”

Maggie came back on the horse with Lori by then, galloping across the same field I had run just a short while ago, the sunset painting a beautiful picture that ended up unobserved. I stood on the porch with Hershel as Rick went to meet his wife on the garden in front of the house, telling her what happened and holding her as she cried, and then leading her inside. I sat back down on the rocking chair, my throat painful at the sight of the mother’s desperation.

“Delivered your message,” Maggie told me as she climbed the steps. “You were right; he did not trust me.”

I gave her a little smile, “He was protecting the group… Takes his job very seriously.”

“He your guy?”

I huffed, “What? No… It’s – I don’t, he’s…” and I paused to get in control, and finally shook my head. “No.”

With a knowing smile, Maggie dropped it, “Did you eat already?”

“Just a glass of juice… Don’t know if I can stomach much more.”

Rick gave Carl blood once again and could barely walk after that, his face pale and sweaty, but still refused to sit when he and Lori joined Hershel and I in the dining room, so Lori could understand better what was about to happen. Later, I sat once again on a bench outside on the porch, under the shadow of the house. Maggie joined me, quietly taking a seat by my side. Sun had come down and still Shane and Otis had not returned with the equipment, the emotions at the house growing tense by the minute. Everybody knew what they might be facing out there and everything that could go wrong, but an unspoken agreement made us not mention it, and simply wait.

Going over everything that had happened today, so far, I felt like I’d been awake for days already. So much had happened! Improvised breakfast at the road, Andrea’s drama, the search on the woods, the corpse on the tent, the church bell and the hope it arose, the disappointment, the deer, Otis and the shot, the run and the farm and, finally, just minutes ago, realizing Mr. Greene was actually a veterinarian.

Craziest and longest day ever.

I smiled for a moment before starting to laugh, quietly, my shoulders increasingly shaking. Maggie turned to look at me, eyes a little wide, gob smacked.

“Sorry! It’s crazy, it’s just…” and I kept laughing. “It’s just that, you know, feels like a week ago but just a couple of hours ago, Otis –” and I paused to laugh a little more. “Otis said ‘go to Hershel, he’s a vet, he’ll help!’ and we were all like ok, well, a veteran!” I laughed more, just a little louder, and Maggie started laughing with me, understanding the line of thought. “We never thought vet meant veterinarian!”

We were still laughing softly together when a car appeared at the far, the low ruffle of the motor disturbing the silence of the farm.

“Is it them?” Maggie asked.

I stretched my neck to see over the railing, “Not all of them, we got more cars,” and I got up, squinting to try and see who was driving but the lights made it impossible. I wondered why just one car, where was everybody else, what had happened, and in a second a thousand scenarios crossed my mind, how unaware of things I was now and how uncomfortable that felt. Where was Daryl?

Glenn and Theodore hopped out of the car looking curious but calm and I sighed in relief. Seemed like everything was fine. Except for Theodore himself, who was wrapped in a blanket even though the evening was nearly as hot as the day had been and looked nearly white on his paleness. I stood on top of the stairs, waiting for them to approach.

“Holy shit, T,” I said as a hello. “You look like hell.”

He laughed and sounded high, “Gee, thanks!”

“He’s got a fever,” Glenn explained as they stopped there. “Cut’s infected. Daryl gave him a few of Merle’s pills, some antibiotic I guess.”

“Okay, come on, let’s take a look at it,” I gestured them to come up.

“You okay?” Glenn asked me as he came up and pointed at my eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah, just a twig, was nothing.”

“Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?” Maggie asked them from where she was still sitting and both Glenn and Theodore looked past me at her, only now noticing there was someone else there.

“Uh, hi,” Glenn raised a hand lamely. “Yes, we closed it. Did the latch and everything. Hello. Nice to see you again, we met before, briefly.”

“This is Maggie,” I told them as the girl got up from the bench. “Maggie, Glenn and Theodore.”

Theo just nodded, his eyes nearly closed as if asleep, and Glenn waved again.

“Where are the others? Why only you two came?”

“Daryl decided they should stay one more night. Says he’s gonna put a sign for Sophia in case she comes back to let her know we’re looking and to wait there. Set some supplies too. They’ll all come in the morning.”

I nodded, the sense of pride I’d been feeling for Daryl showing it’s face once again.

“Look, we came to help,” Glenn kept talking. “Is there anything we can do? We got some antibiotics and painkillers, if Carl needs it.”

“Come in inside. I’ll make something to eat. You too Sam, is your stomach settled enough, you think?”

“Yes, it’s definitely better.”

We followed Maggie inside and she went straight to the kitchen. I gestured them both to follow me and stopped at the bedroom’s threshold, pointing inside. Glenn and Theo solemnly entered, their faces betraying the distress in seeing Carl lying there like that. Inside, Rick and Lori saw them and nodded their greetings.

“Uh… We’re here, okay?” Glenn told them nearly in a whisper. Whatever you need.”

Glenn was a sweetheart. Not for the first time I felt a wave of tenderness towards him. He was a gentle man, not much more than a teenager actually, he had to be what, nineteen, twenty tops? I felt like if I’d ever had a brother, I wanted him to be just like Glenn, if life had given me one.

Patricia came to stitch Theo’s arm, poor woman, I could see the worry in her eyes, her heart must have been aching right now, and she had to just do something as she waited for her husband to come back. I hoped he did, both he and Shane. I sat at the table with them and Glenn just paced nervously around us, because Theo was getting stitches, and many of them, with no anesthesia at all and man, that had to hurt. On the table, the sort of medication Daryl had found in Merle’s bag.

Damn, the man was a walking pharmacy! I wondered how he was coping without them now; withdrawal must be kicking his ass. Been through it, didn’t want to be on his shoes right now. And where the hell was he, anyway? Without a hand!

“Merle Dixon,” I heard Patricia say as is reading my thoughts. “Is that your friend with the antibiotics?”

Uh, tough subject. Glenn looked at me and we exchanged a second. He must have known it was hard to me to talk about it.

“No, ma’am,” he answered instead. “Merle’s no longer with us. Daryl gave us those… His brother.”

“Not sure I’d call him a friend,” Theo was able to groan out though his pain with the stitches.

“I would,” I said immediately and Theo looked at me, kind of an unreadable expression. “Merle was my friend, all things considered,” I paused for a moment to gain some drama and moved on, “Horrible person! The one you’d want away from you. But ended up being my friend after all.”

“Well, horrible person or not,” Patricia looked from me to Theo, “he is your friend today. This doxycycline might have just saved your life.”

“You know what Merle was taking it for?” Maggie asked as she held Theo’s arm in place.

“The clap,” Glenn answered quickly and caught himself. Every one of us was looking at him and I fought the urge to laugh at his awkwardness. “Uh… Venereal disease. That’s what Daryl said.”

“I’d say Merle Dixon’s clap was the best thing that happened to you,” Patricia declared and this time I did laugh, out loud, just a Maggie did.

“I’m really trying not to think about that!” Theo suffered just a bit more.

Glenn left the room then, apparently unable to take Theo’s pain and the needles and his own awkwardness anymore. Poor guy, this instant crush on Maggie was palpable. She really was very pretty, and nice. I liked her a lot. I was glad to see her follow him out just a minute later, as soon as Theo’s stitches were done and she could let his arm go.

“Your turn,” Patricia told me after Theo thanked her and stumbled out of the chair, all but dragging himself over to the couch.

“Oh, God… Do I really have to?” I whined a bit.

“Come here, let me take a look.”

I got up from the chair I was in and occupied the one Theo vacated. Patricia removed my eyebrow bandage and looked the cut over before saying, “Sorry to disappoint, dear, but this will be a three or four stitches. It’s a small cut, but it went a bit deep and eyebrows tend to bleed a lot, see this?” she showed me the bandage and it was all red in new blood that had come out after Maggie tended to it.

“Yes, I figured. Let’s get on with it then…”

It did hurt a lot, the needle and the stitches perforating my skin, I could feel everything. But I didn’t cry out as much as Theo did, I’m proud to say. I ended up being four stitches, and a much smaller bandage after it was done.

A while later, I was sitting on the porch with a bowl of warm oatmeal, made with milk, and with raisins in it – oh, the heavens! Breakfast food for dinner, and the sustenance, it was just amazing. I ate is fast, but still appreciated the flavor of every spoonful. I was already scraping the bowl then a car approached. I placed it aside and got up to recognize Otis’ old truck. They were back! I got up and ran down the porch stairs just as the others left the house to greet them back.

Shane got out of the driver’s seat and took heavy bags from inside the car, and he limped his way to meet us, breathless, his eye wide and not blinking. He was a wreck. Something had gone really, really wrong, and where the fuck was Otis?

“Carl?”

“There’s still a chance,” Rick told him as Hershel took the bags and handed them to Glenn.

“Otis?” he asked Shane, also noticing his absence.

Shane looked down.

Fuck.

He took another moment to answer, saying simply “No.”

Fuck! We had just got that family’s friend killed.

There was a stunned silence and, by my side, I hear Maggie take a painful intake of breath. Hershel looked around, lost, and after a moment said “We say nothing to Patricia. Not ‘till after. I need her,” and he grabbed the heavy bags on his own again and ran inside.

Rick went to Shane and hugged him, thankful. I turned to Maggie, who was frozen on her spot and touched her shoulder. When she looked at me her green eyes were filled with tears and her lips trembled.

“I’m so sorry… God, I’m so sorry, Maggie…”

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