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radiantroope · 4 years

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Never Let You Go || Rafe Cameron

pairing: rafe x routledge!reader; john b x sister!reader

mentions: jj, topper, big john, kie and pope briefly

requested: no

warnings: angst, swearing, underage drinking, is heartbreak a warning, fluff at the end

a/n: this idea popped into my head so here you go! hopefully y’all don’t hate it as much as i kinda do

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“Why won’t you look at me?” you asked softly, sitting on the soft, unmade king sized bed.

Rafe stood shirtless across the room, chest heaving with heavy breaths. He had his back to you. One hand was against the wall in a clenched fist, the other running through his long hair.

“Rafe.”

“What do you want me to say? Huh?!” he turned to you, eyebrows furrowed and lips turned down.

“I don’t know, that you feel it too?! I would expect something a little more after I just said I love you!” you shouted, throwing your arms up exaggeratedly.

Rafe shook his head and let out a dark laugh. Something in his eyes changed and you felt a tug at your heart strings. After seeing each other for a year, you figured he would have the same feelings as you. Yeah you were never exclusive, but everyone knew you were together. Everyone knew Rafe wasn’t sleeping with anyone else.

“But I don’t, (Y/N). This has been sex, that’s all. Really good sex,” every word he spoke cut through you like a knife. Then he ripped out your heart and stomped on it right in front of you, “I could never love a Pogue like you.”

Just less than two years. You left home at seventeen and here you were, driving back through the same island you grew up on, almost nineteen now. Figure Eight looked just the same as it used to, a few newer, bigger houses were built. But it still looked the same. The Cut was no different. Your heart ached as you drove past the run down houses.

You arrived at the old house and parked behind the Volkswagen van. Memories flooded your brain of you and John B playing in the yard when you were younger. A frown pulled at your lips.

You walked up to the front door and tried the knob, turning it with ease and swinging it open. You grimaced slightly at the sight in front of you. Beer cans and bottles littered all the surfaces along with dead juul pods and joint roaches. The pullout couch was open and unmade. It wreaked of stale booze and marijuana.

“Dude, I’m telling you, they’re wrong. I’m not signing those fucking papers,” your heart rate sped up significantly when you heard that voice. He sounded so much older but still the same.

You stood in middle of the room as John B came out of your father’s old room. He did a double take, stopping dead in his tracks at the end of the small hallway. His hazel eyes were glued to your face like he’d seen a ghost.

“Hi, bubba,” you whispered, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

John B rushed to you, scooping you in his arms by the waist and squeezing you tight. You heard a choked sob leave his lips. One of your hands rested on the back of his head and the other arm wound tightly around his shoulders.

He was so much taller now. He looked like a full grown man. His hair was longer and his skin was tanner, more freckled than it used to be. But he was still the sweet little brother you remembered and adored.

“I’m here, shh, you’re okay,” you cooed softly, hand stroking over his curls gently.

“You’re all I have left,” John B’s broken voice had those tears falling immediately. You mentally kicked yourself for waiting so long to come home. You should have been here sooner. You’d gotten the call from Peterkin a month ago about your father’s disappearance, you just hadn’t worked up the nerve to return.

“What did I tell you? That’s why I told you to stay off the North side and stay away from those people!” Big John had been yelling for well over half an hour. Instead of comforting his daughter when she came home in tears, he was berating her. He scolded her for getting mixed up in the Kook life and falling for one of them.

“Do you think I meant for this to happen?! I was just doing what you told me to, Dad! I’m trying to make a better life for myself!”

“And how’s that working out for you? The real world ain’t pretty is it, sweetheart? Why don’t you be like your brother and get a real fucking job instead of mooching off rich scum!” Big John damn near flipped the kitchen table as he stood up. “If you don’t get your shit together, (Y/N), you may as well just leave.”

The office door slammed shut and you were left standing alone in the middle of the kitchen, hands shaking and angry tears streaming down your cheeks. In a hurry, you rushed into yours and John B’s shared bedroom. You pulled out the only two duffle bags you had and hastily started shoving your clothes in one. As many personal items as you could fit were shoved in the other.

John B sat crisscross in the middle of his bed. He’d been listening to you and your father fight the whole time. He knew what you were doing but he couldn’t let you go without a fight.

“You’re just gonna leave me here?” his voice was so small and pained. Your poor little brother was too young to have to deal with this. He had only just turned fifteen.

You stopped packing and stood up, turning to face John B slowly. He was staring up at you, tears swimming in his eyes. You walked over and sat down next to him.

“I can’t do this anymore, JB. I can’t live with him constantly looking at me like some failure,” you told your brother softly. It wasn’t just your father. Your fight with Rafe and everything he said was weighing heavy on your mind as well. You just wanted to get off that island and never look back.

“Then just make him happy! Do what he says and stay! I don’t want you to go.”

You smiled sadly and brushed your brother’s curls away from his eyes. You leant down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “I wouldn’t be me if I did that, bubba. I wouldn’t be living my life,” you explained.

John B’s arms wrapped around your waist and he cried into your shoulder, knowing nothing he said would make you stay. You held him tightly to your side until his cries were mere sniffles. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and looked up at you.

“I love you.”

You bit your trembling bottom lip and nodded, whispering, “I love you too, John B. Always. I’ll come back one day, I promise.”

“We need to throw a welcome back party,” JJ said from his spot on a chair on the screened in porch. He was rolling a joint, eyebrows knitted in concentration, eyes nearly crossed from how closely he held it to is face.

You were laid on the couch, hands behind your head as you stared up at the ceiling. You hummed in response, not completely opposed to the idea. One thing you missed about the OBX were the parties. People on the mainland just didn’t know how to do it like the islanders.

“Kegger at the Boneyard?” John B suggest from the chair beside JJ, eyebrows raised as he looked between the two of you.

“I’m always down for a kegger,” you responded while sitting up, letting out a small laugh. “Am I really about to go to a party with my little brother?”

John B scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Our parties are the best. You’ve been missing out.”

“I’ll just have to see that for myself won’t I?” you responded with a wink, standing from the couch and going into the house to get ready.

You went into your father’s old room and dig through your bags until you found a proper outfit. You took a quick shower to rid yourself of sweat and sand, using your favorite rose scented body wash. You knew there was a chance that you’d see Rafe tonight, and you wanted to make damn sure that you looked your best.

The party was in full swing at the Cameron house. Ward was away on a business trip, so Rafe was taking full advantage of having the house to himself. He kept checking his phone in hopes that he’d see a text with your name attached, but one never came.

Regret bubbled in the dirty blonde’s stomach at what he’d said to you a few days before. He hadn’t seen you since that night and he was craving the feeling of your lips on his. Usually if the two of you argued, it was only about a day before one of you was crawling back. He knew what he said probably hurt you so he was giving you your space.

Rafe’s eyes scanned over the crowd of people, hoping to see your familiar head of h/c hair. He didn’t find you. Instead, he made his way over to his best friend in hopes that maybe someone had seen you. You never missed a good party.

“Hey, Top, have you seen (Y/N)?”

The smile Topper had previously been wearing slowly fell. He glanced around the room and looked back at Rafe with an unreadable expression.

“Dude, what?” Rafe’s tone was annoyed. Clearly his friend knew something that he didn’t and he wanted him to spit it out.

“(Y/N)’s gone, Rafe. Word on the street is she ran away the other night. She left,” Topper told him.

Rafe stared at Topper with a blank expression, heart hammering against his chest. He turned quickly and made a beeline for the backdoor, ignoring the shouts of his name from behind him. He felt like he couldn’t breathe and needed to get out of that crowd.

The blonde Kook pulled out his phone and dialed your number, holding the device to his ear with a shaking hand. A dial tone pierced his ear before an automated voice came through.

“We’re sorry, but the number you’re trying to reach has been disconnected...”

Rafe hung up, breathing deeply through nose before trying again. The same message repeated back to him four more times. In anger, he threw his phone against the brick of the house with a shout. He ran his fingers through his long hair and tried to suck in a few shaky breaths.

“Fuck!” he shouted, slamming his hands against the house.

“Yo, chill out dude! What happened?” Topper approached his friend after seeing his outburst. He was shocked when Rafe turned to him with tears blurring his vision.

Rafe’s voice shook as he responded sadly, “She fucking left because of me!” He put his hands on top of his head and turned away. He didn’t know if Topper heard him, but he continued, even if he was just talking to himself, “I fucking told her I didn’t love her and now she’s gone.”

When you arrived at the Boneyard, Pope and Kiara already had one keg set up. John B and JJ carried a second one down to the sand. The were already a few people from The Cut there, catching word early of the party. You couldn’t stop smiling as John B passed you a cup of cheap beer.

You fiddled with the radio that was near the kegs until you found a good station. You turned the volume up and started dancing to the song that came on as you made your way back over to your brother and his friends.

“A toast!” JJ shouted, raising his red solo cup in the air. Everyone followed his actions with grins stretched across their lips. “To (Y/N) motherfucking Routledge! Welcome home!”

The five of you cheered and knocked your cups together then downed some of the bitter liquid. You grimaced as you forced it down your throat and shook your head in disgust. You did not miss warm, cheap beer.

A couple of hours passed and the Boneyard filled up with all kinds of people. Kids from The Cut, Tourons, and even Kooks. So far no one had started a turf war and you were thankful for that. You didn’t want to remember your first party back like that.

You had been chatting with a couple of your old friends near the bonfire when a blonde caught your eye through the flames. You excused yourself from the small group and made your way around the fire to the familiar person.

“Topper Thornton?” you spoke through a laugh, watching said boy turn around. He looked shocked at first then a wide smile stretched across his face.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, marching through the sand and wrapping you a welcomed hug. “When did you get back?!”

“Yesterday,” you responded with a smile when he pulled back. You found your eyes glancing at the people around him, looking for someone.

Topper noticed and his eyes drifted behind you, smile never leaving his face. You already knew who he was looking at so you didn’t bother turning around.

“You should talk to him.”

“I can’t, Topper. It’s been almost two years and I have nothing to say to him,” you sighed, bringing your cup up to your lips and taking a gulp of your beverage.

“Try, (Y/N). He was never the same when he found out you were gone. He’s been fucked up over it ever since,” the blonde boy tried to reason with you.

He fell silent and looked to his right just as you felt a presence beside you. You looked up and directly into the bright blue eyes you fell in love with. The eyes you still dreamt about. The eyes you desperately missed after all this time. They were your favorite shade of blue.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Rafe said nervously, clutching a red cup in his fingers. His other hand was shoved in the pocket of his shorts. He heard the rumors that you were back. He came to the party to see for himself if it was true.

The sound of his voice was a shot to the heart. You almost forgot what it sounded like for him to say your name. You felt dizzy, like you couldn’t breathe and suddenly, you regretted agreeing to this stupid party in the first place. Without a word, you spun on your heel and started walking away.

“Wait,” Rafe called after you, following your quick steps down the beach. “(Y/N) wait!”

“What?! What Rafe?” you screamed as you turned around quickly to face the dirty blonde. You had made it pretty far down the beach, just barely able to hear the music.

“I-I haven’t seen you in almost two years and you don’t even want to talk to me?” he had stopped as well, standing a few feet away from you.

You scoffed and shook your head, running a hand through your hair. You had dropped your cup back where you walked away from Topper. Getting drunk was the last thing on your mind now.

“What did you expect? Hm?” you questioned, taking a menacing step closer to the man in front of you. “Did you really think the first thing I’d do was come to you and beg you to take me back? Expect me to crawl into bed with you?”

“No- I-”

“So you can tell me i was just a good fuck and that’s it?!” you were thankful no one lived in the woods behind you or the cops would have surly been called at the volume you were yelling at.

“I didn’t say it like that!” Rafe yelled back, also taking a step closer to you.

“Ah, you’re right,” you smacked your lips and held a finger to your chin in mock thought. “Your exact words were actually ‘this has been sex, that’s all. Really good sex. I could never love a Pogue like you.”

You were staring at each other now. Rafe was frowning and your eyes were like a fire burning into him. He remained silent.

“That’s right, Rafe. I never forgot. Those words still haunt me to this day.”

He never forgot either. He would regret saying them until the day he died. And he didn’t care if he had to spend forever making it up to. He would give anything to take it all back and maybe you would have stayed.

“I didn’t mean it,” Rafe’s voice shook. “I was.. I was scared.”

“Bullshit,” you muttered and turned to walk away again. He caught your wrist and spun you back around, his face within inches of yours.

“You can believe it or not, I don’t care. I love you, (Y/N). I always have and I was a fucking idiot to make you think I didn’t,” his voice was softer now, ocean blue eyes staring into your e/c ones. You saw no trace of dishonesty on his face. You could see nothing but pure regret and guilt in his eyes. “I was scared of loving you. I didn’t deserve to be loved by you so I pushed you away. We were so young I didn’t think we could even be in love. I will never be able to take back the pain I caused you, but I swear, I will try and make it up to you for the rest of my life.”

Rafe’s grip slowly released on your wrist. If you wanted to walk away, he was going to let you. He said everything he needed to say, and he meant every word. He was shocked when your hands came up and cupped his cheeks. Your touch was delicate, like you were going to break him.

The truth was, he said everything you’d been waiting to hear for the last two years. Deep down you knew that’s exactly what he was doing back then but you were just too hurt to do anything about it. The fighting with your father just piled on top of that, so you ran away from it all. Here and now, you were ready to let go of that painful past. You were ready to be loved by Rafe Cameron.

“Say it again,” you whispered, hands winding around the back of his neck.

“I love you, (Y/N) Routledge,” Rafe’s voice was confident, hands finding their way to your waist. He pulled you closer, until your chests were pressed together and you could feel the rapid beating of the other’s heart.

You pulled his head down and connected your lips in one of the most mind blowing kisses you’d ever had. Two years of pent up emotions came pouring out. Your lips moved in synchronization desperately, savoring each second; making up for lost time. His arms wound around your back and lifted you, your legs wrapping around his hips.

Rafe pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, soft pants leaving his parted lips. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. John B was going to kill you when he found out, but that thought was quickly pushed away.

“I’ll never let you go again,” Rafe whispered through a smile before reconnecting your lips.

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haruhi1087 · 4 years

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UA Dorms

Ok, first and foremost a huge thank you to my discord ppl for helping me figure this all out and find screenshots because I swear Hori was drunk when he made these dorms and I eventually just gave up, but we did figure a lot out!

So here y’all go. I use this dorm layout for Zero-verse, but not for Last Black because I hadn’t figured it all out by that point.

The Common Area:

The Zero-Verse Room Assignments:

Below the line is my huge rant explaining the dorm layout and why Horikoshi had to be drunk when he made it. Seriously, it’s months later now and I’m still bitter about how long this took to figure out. I hope this post helps all other fic writers and spares y’all the pain we went through.

So let’s start with what we can learn from the outside of the dorms.

Ok, so first off after the third floor the building splits at the front! That’s why when they’d doing their tour they have to go all the way back downstairs after that point and then come back up. Also important are the two doorways! The dorm is split by gender and the two doorways reflect that. However! The boys and girls do not have to enter separate doors and there is no wall downstairs that separates that area by gender. I’ll get to how we know that in a second. First! Here’s the actual dorm layout:

Alright, here’s where that ‘no common area at the front of the building’ becomes important. First off, there are definitely walls here separating the rooms by gender. The fact that there is no middle area on the 4th and 5th floors tells us that Kouda, Jiro, Mineta, Momo, Souji, and Uraraka have to be the ones by the elevators. The elevators have to be able to go up to the fourth and fifth floor, but the front part of the building doesn’t have a common area where the elevators would go. We also have seen the front left and front right and there’s nowhere for an elevator to be. Also yes, those would be split by gender too, and there would be two of them in the back of the building.

Proof #1 that Hori was Drunk: Mineta’s room. Alright, Mineta *should* be by the elevators because he’s in the back. His room during the dorm tour *is* at the end of a hallway, but that hallway has a blank wall (see below). In addition, the girls very clearly walk away from his room to go to the other end of the hallway in order to go to the elevators, which we can even see. So either this layout is wrong, or the dorm tour is wrong. I chose the dorm tour and think Hori switched it for the “comedic” effect of the girls running from Mineta, which would be harder to do if his room was right next to the elevator.

Alright! Now for the left side, which is the area of the common room that we know the most about.

Alright, presuming that the translator for the manga has the plurals here correct, then the dorms have 1 dining area for everyone, but 2 laundry rooms and 2 baths, presumably split by gender.

In the front left, we have a large sitting area with two couches, four chairs, and one table. Then further back we have the dining area and kitchen, along with two small doorways in the back. I’ll get to those in a second with a closer pic, but for now let’s focus on the sitting area and turn to another pic:

Ok! So where is this in the common area? If you compare the columns, that tells us that those are the same windows as the ones on the left side. The wall/window next to shoji looks a little different than the one in the earlier pic, but honestly that could easily be hori being understandably lazy in a panel with a lot of busy details. That means that this gathering occurs right in front of the dorm’s front doors. Which means that there are no gender separating walls at the front of the common area. In other words, it doesn’t matter which front door the boys and girls use.

Also! We’ve seen most of the front area, and these scenes would take up a huge amount of space. If anyone was holding out for the elevators being up here to make sense of Mineta’s floating room, there’s just not enough space here for elevators.

Now in the Xmas pic we have four couches and two tables, and who knows how many chairs, honestly. It also looks like they’ve gotten a table or two from the dining area to put food on. What’s notable here is that this is double the seating arrangement we had in that left corner. The left corner itself now looks empty except for a christmas tree. The easiest solution for the doubled furniture is that there is a lounge at the front right side that exactly mirrors the lounge on the front left side. They’ve moved all the furniture to the center for a big Christmas party. Yay!

Alright! One mystery solved and we know *something* about the right side of the common area despite the fact that we’ve never seen it in canon. Now for the close up on the other half of the left side:

Alright so we have three tables with four chairs each, letting twelve students eat there at a time. The kitchen is small—there’s no island or anything like that, just the one big counter and shelves. EDIT: @raunchyredriot pointed out that we get a better overall pic of the kitchen and tables above in the pic of the full left side, which means this is zoomed in on the island in the upper left and the second row of tables. So the kitchen at least has a sink area, fridge, island, and some cabinets, and the dining area has six tables in three rows, seating 24 students.

Now for the puzzling part—the back doorways and that sound effect at the top. The sound effect is for running on stairs, and we see Deku sprint out a second later. Now Deku would come from the *right* side of the dorms since he’s a guy, not the left, which is what side we have here. That means there is no wall separating guys from girls at the back of the dorms, even though the baths are there. In a western society and with Mineta in the group, that seems like a terrible idea, but it’s honestly fairly common practice in Japan for doorways to be right next to each other like this. That half curtain is also very normal for bath doorways, so that tells us the baths are there, despite the fact that the elevator screenshots from about make it look like the elevators should be moved further inward. *aka Proof that Hori was Drunk #2.*

Now where are the stairs that Deku is running down? My best guess is that they’re at the back of the garden. There’s no room for them anywhere else in the back of the building, so it’s a process of elimination thing.

Which still leaves the elevators and laundry rooms. Now since there are two of those, it doesn’t make sense to put them on the right side, but maybe the translator got it wrong and there is only one laundry room and it’s on the right side. I think it could just as easily be that the laundry rooms are small with stacked washer and dryers on the left side of that small doorway we see on the back left. At the back of that little room would then be the elevators leading up to all the dorm rooms.

Now, things we know about the right side: seating area at the front. Elevators, baths, and laundry in the back (or laundry only on the right and parallel to the dining area). Or maybe two laundry areas and they’re both on the right side, and it just ignores the parallelism of the rest of the building. We also know that the right has no parallel dining area.

What could be there? Maybe a door to the garden. We know the area in the middle of the building is one and someone would have to have access to it to tend the plants, but we see plenty of pictures of the left wall and there’s no door there or at the front. If the stairs are at the back of the garden, there’s either a door at the base of the stairwell or there’s a door on the right side.

Other than that, who knows? Maybe hori will show us one day, but I’m not holding my breath. He doesn’t seem to want to think about the dorm layout too much. For my layout, I put a small gym there because it’s a heroics program and that makes sense to me.

If anyone has other ideas, feel free to reblog and add on to this or to reply and share! And fic writers, feel free to steal my layout :D :D I’m making this post to hopefully spare others the pain of decoding Hori’s mess.

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #ua dorms #ua dorm layout #zero-verse #My writing #bnha dorms #bnha dorm layout #fic research

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artnerd1123 · 3 years

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Among Us: CR3WM8TS

Updates Required (part 2)

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With the ship launched and crew settled, it’s time to get to work. Which, for Bunbun, means updating. How smoothly that goes depends on the crewmates in charge… Bunbun’s hoping she’s in good company.

Featuring appearances by Junior, Laser, and Rose!

Among Us archive/askblog Fic chapters post

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Ok so originally I wanted to keep all this together, but decided it’d be better to chop it into pieces. That way I can keep my momentum, keep posting for y’all, and still intro y’all to the crew as things get moving!

Yes, I’m aware this chapter is coming out 3 days after the last one. I do not control the will to write but my motivation knows no bounds rn! Enjoy the fruits of my hyperfixation labor lskjfsdf

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Mission Log 4

Ship Model: SKELD D34-H120 Designation: SUPPLY TRANSPORT, EXPLORATION AND DOCUMENTATION OF SECTOR G PLANETS Crewmate Count: 9 Crewmate Colors: DARK GREEN, WHITE, PURPLE, DARK BLUE, YELLOW, RED, LIME, BLACK, PINK

Location: SECTOR F Ship Status: IN TRANSIT Course: PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G Systems:

Navigation: COURSE INLAID / STABLE / UPDATES NEEDED

Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK 0.98 / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK 0.97 / ALIGNMENT UPDATES NEEDED

Reactor: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

O2: STABLE

Electrical: CALIBRATOR OFFLINE

Communications: ONLINE / UPDATES NEEDED

Shields: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

Weapons: TEMPORARILY OFFLINE / FUNCTIONING N/A

Security: CAMERAS ONLINE / ALL FUNCTIONAL

Administration: MAP OFFLINE - UPDATES NEEDED / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UP TO DATE / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR

Medbay: EQUIPMENT OFFLINE - UPDATES NEEDED / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE

Supplies: FULL

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

Notes: Many systems functioning on reserve power temporarily, as updates are needed. PINK identified systems in need of updates. PINK has commenced updates under DARK BLUE supervision. Updates still in progress. RED has been admitted to medbay for minor injuries. Other crew performing normal activities.

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The soft thump of boots on metal accompanied two crewmates as they meandered down the hall. Bunbun trailed after River, taking a look at her task list. The tasks from Reactor and Security glowed green. Five other tasks still remained white. More updates in one day than she’d prefer, sure. But she’d had a nice send off by the reactor monitor. Lemon’s kind words were only a minute behind her. And, if Lemon was right, she and River were off to meet his son. Hopefully he was just as friendly.

River reached upper engine first. If his disgruntled huff was anything to go by, it meant there was company. He got himself settled near the doorway as Bunbun caught up to him. She stepped into the room nervously. Amid the hissing and noise of clunky machinery, she could just hear someone shouting. It took her a minute to locate the source- half hidden by the steam, a crewmate in a lime suit was waving near the system monitoring panel. Bunbun waved back hastily, moving closer to make out their words. “-ey! Hey! Over here!” the crewmate called, waving steam out of their face. “Got it! I’m here!” Bunbun shouted back. Squinting, she did her best to swipe away some of the steam, stopping next to the stranger. From the shock of red hair she saw through bits of fog, she had a feeling he was Lemon’s son. Though she did wish she could see him better. And hear him better. It was so loud and so misty in here. “One sec! Let me just- set this thing on low for a minute-!” He coughed, tapping at the monitoring panel. “All good! You do what you need!” Bunbun replied. Soon enough, the clanking and roaring of metal died down to a low rumble. The mist cleared out as the noise quieted. Once it faded, Bunbun got her first good look at the crewmate. He had a bright green suit- lime, as HQ called it- and a brown paperboy’s cap. His large square glasses were still unfogging with the room. He had a smattering of freckles across his peachy skin, especially over his nose. The square of gauze taped to his cheek had a couple dark fingerprints against it. Oil, if Bun had a guess. As she’d noted before, his hair was just the same shade as his father’s- though it was longer and more tousled. He took off his glasses to polish them, giving a glimpse of dark blue eyes, and a brief glance at heavily pierced ears. He was definitely on the younger side for a crewmate. If she had a guess, he was out doing field work for space academy. He flashed a nervous smile at Bunbun, fidgeting as he pushed his glasses back on.

Ah, she knew that look. Seems she’d found her fellow timid crewmate.

“Er- hi, sorry about that,” he chuckled sheepishly. “Things get pretty hectic in here, a-and i’m not used to other people doing engine maintenance…” “It’s ok,” Bunbun said, “I know how that gets, believe me.” “Eheheh, right… I’m, uh Lemon Junior by the way. But you can just call me Junior.” Holding out a hand, Junior tried for a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, uh…?” “Bunbun,” Bun replied, taking his hand for a gentle shake. “I take it you heard about the updates I need to do?” “Yeah, uh, I did,” Junior nodded. “Lemon sent me up here to help out after we finished refueling.” Gesturing to the panel, he looked to her uncertainly. “If, um, I’m allowed to ask… what kinda updates are you… y’know… gonna do…?” Bunbun was sensing a theme with the engine monitors on the ship. “Just a couple things to make alignment reports more accurate,” she explained. “The engines are a little old, so giving them an update just lets the records be more accurate. Helps HQ make sure they won’t need any big fixes.” Junior nodded along as she spoke. Relief shone on his face. That made Bunbun relieved too. Any soothing she could offer in the ways of tech was nice. “Yeah, ok. That’s ok. You can, um, do what you need to,” he sighed, stepping back. “Just let me know when you’re done updating here.” “Of course!”

With that, Bunbun settled in, once again, to take care of the software. She could feel Junior watching her as she worked. It wasn’t… horrible. It didn’t feel like how river watched her. More like those curious interns she encountered sometimes. A glance over her shoulders said Junior was keeping more of an eye on the screen. He looked away quickly when he saw her watching, looking like a kid caught with the cookie jar. He must have an eye for software, she thought fondly. Kid after her own heart. She moved to the side nonchalantly to give him a better view as she worked. She could see him smile out of the corner of her eye. One of her own tugged at the corners of her mouth. Maybe they could talk code later. That would be nice. Across the room, River was grumbling to himself. When he wasn’t staring holes in the wall or his fellow crewmates, Bunbun could hear him shuffling around impatiently. Engine aligning just took a little longer. The patch would have to be replicated exactly, after all. Can’t be too careful. River’s grumbly restlessness was more of a nod to his lack of patience. From Junior’s nervous fidgeting, he’d taken notice. “... um… you can wait outside… if you want…” Junior called hesitantly, looking to River. “Can’t,” River said bluntly. “Oh- why?” Junior perked up. “Did you need something?” River shook his head with a grunt. “Gotta watch the newbie.” “Er… oh.” The lime-suited crewmate seemed to deflate a little. “Ok. Just. Thought I’d offer,” Junior mumbled. “Whatever,” River snorted. Bunbun just bent her head lower over her tablet. The green upload bar ticked forward at a snail’s pace. Though the process only took a minute or two, it was still the worst part of working with tech. Not to mention the sooner she left, the sooner she could get River out of Junior’s hair. He was fidgeting with his hands enough that she knew he was self soothing. C’mon, c’mon… almost there… she begged internally.

When the green finally filled the bar, she let out a long sigh. “Ooookay, upper engine’s all done,” she reported. “Thank the lord,” River drawled, exasperated. “All of it?” Junior blinked. His face lit up with awe. “Sheesh, that was fast!!!” “Well, yeah,” Bunbun chuckled, hiding a smile, “I wouldn’t be so highly recommended if I was slow.” “Fair ‘nuff, fair ‘nuff.” Humming contentedly, Bunbun turned back to the system monitoring panel. Oh yeah, she’d definitely talk code with him later. For now, she leaned forward to study what she’d just done. Now came the tricky part. Reuploading the exact same fixes on the other engine. How to go about this…? “Hey, Junior?” She asked, waving her crewmate over. “I have a quick question before I head out.” Junior tilted his head to the side, hat nearly slipping off his head. “Head out?” he echoed. “Well, yeah, I’ve gotta do the same thing down at lower engine. I just wanted to know if-” “Oh! Oh, nonono, lemme save you the trip-” Junior broke in. Rushing to her side, he reached for the manual alignment slider. “Y’see, I figured out this little loophole awhile ago- just a sec-” Bunbun watched with increasing confusion and concern as he expertly centered the slider, eyed the screen, and gave the slider a rather rough slam with his fist. The monitor sputtered a minute, and so did she. What was he doing? Where had her work gone??? “Wh- what did you-?” she managed to squeak, falling silent as her tablet made the distinctive thrum of a task finish notification. The screen stabilized a moment later. Junior pulled back, looking quite pleased with himself. “Aaaaaand- there!” he chirped, smiling. “I just sent your code down to Lower Engine. No need to walk down yourself.” “... how in the world did you… find that?” Bunbun wondered, baffled. “I-it’s an old system,” Junior replied meekly. “It was a bug my dad found out on accident awhile ago. We just found a way to make it useful.” “... huh.” Bunbun nodded thoughtfully. Useful bugs. An old idea, sure, but it worked just fine here. “Fair enough. Thank you!” “‘S no problem, glad I could help,” Junior beamed. “You ready to go now?” River called. “My legs are gonna give out if I stand here much longer.” Bunbun and Junior shared a look. They may have properly met a few minutes ago, but… well. They’d both seen enough of River. “Coming, coming,” Bunbun sighed. Waving at Junior, she plodded after her dark blue crewmate. “Hope the engines behave for you and lemon!” “Thanks, miss! Hope the systems behave for you too!!!”

Behind her, the engine slowly started roaring back to life. Its noisy growling echoed off the walls as she followed River once again. It might’ve just been her optimism, but she thought the sound was smoother now. Meanwhile, River seemed to have chosen a path for her this time. They were headed straight to Medbay. The noise didn’t necessarily decrease as they approached. It just changed from machinery to voices. Bunbun could only make out the conversation once she got close. River had parked himself outside of the door, looking inside a bit warily. Bunbun hung back uncertainly. What was he waiting on? “Will you please sit still?” a voice begged, clearly exasperated. “I’ve been sitting still for five minutes now!” another whined, equally as annoyed. Curious, Bunbun edged around River to peek in the room. The medbay looked as it usually did- four beds and equipment in the back. The scanner and computer monitor looked a little old, sure, but they’d been polished so well they looked new. Movement from the back right bed caught her eye- it was the source of the voices.

Sitting on the end of the bed was a crewmate in a red suit. Her pack was leaned against the footboard, a pair of red and black headphones sitting atop it. Both objects nearly got kicked over as the crewmate squirmed. Her straight dark hair was cut a little above shoulder length, a long swoosh of it nearly covering her right eye. Her brows were furrowed over her earth-toned gaze, expression quite put out. Her skin was a tannish beige, with plenty of bandages littering her face. Evidently, she was not a stranger to Medbay. A black choker was visible as she shifted again, grumpily trying to free her hand from another’s grasp. It’d been stripped of its glove, revealing some painful, blue tinted blisters. The one hanging onto the crewmate’s hand was wearing a white suit. Her long coppery hair was partly tied up in two buns, the rest of it spilling fluffily past her shoulders. Her bangs hung so low they almost covered her olive green eyes. Of course, the heart shaped glasses she wore did a better job of that. Bunbun admired how they matched her earrings, though- pink hearts adorned the crewmate’s ears. A flower pin was rooted near the right side of her head. She looked somewhat annoyed by her patient, but not angry. She was doing her best to maneuver her gently, giving her all the care of an electrician fixing sparky wiring.

“Five minutes isn’t enough for me to examine your hand,” the one in white pointed out. “Rose, babe, come on,” the one in red groaned, “it’s nothing serious, just a little plasma burn!” “You may think so, but you’re not the medic, are you?” White retorted. “But- I- you-” Red sputtered. White raised a brow. After a minute or two of stumbling over excuses, Red’s shoulders slumped. “Ghhh. Fine,” she grumbled, “have it your way.” “That’s what I thought,” White said smugly. “Now, about that hand of yours…”

A knock from the doorway drew everyone’s gaze instantly. River hadn’t moved from his spot, though his hand was now raised. He rapped his knuckle on the doorway a few more times. “Hey. Rose. Laser,” he nodded to white and red respectively. “Mind if we come in?” “Oh! River! And- you’re Bunbun, right?” Rose asked hesitantly. Bunbun nodded, giving a tiny wave. “Er, yeah. That’s me.” “Well, I wasn’t expecting either of you today!” Rose said, head tilted. “Come right in. I’ll be finished here in a little bit.” “Just don’t take the bed next to me,” Laser huffed at River. Rose gave her a look, and her patient stuck out her tongue.

River walked almost cautiously into the room, going over to stand by the left side beds. He stood straight and proper there, hands by his sides. Bunbun trailed after him. She got herself comfortable leaning on an empty bed close to the group. Rose busied herself wrapping Laser’s hand in some gauze. The two whispered to each other- something about dinner plans- as she worked. Once all was said and done, the medic straightened back up. “Now! What can I do for you two?” Rose asked them warmly. “Nothing for me today,” River replied, nodding in Bunbun’s direction. “I’m supervising Bunbun. She can give you more details.” Bunbun blinked a bit at the sudden and calm introduction. That was the most polite response she’d heard River give all day. It honestly caught her a bit off guard. Scrambling to compose herself, she held her tablet close to her chest. “Um- yeah, I’m just g-going around the ship to update some systems,” she explained timidly. “Your ship is a little out of date, but i’ve got plenty of patches and software updates to help out.” “Ah! I was wondering when HQ was going to send someone here,” Rose sighed softly. “About time, if you ask me,” Laser snorted. “We’ve been needing someone to help this bucket of bolts for lightyears.” Rose gave laser a little pat in agreement. Even River seemed to nod, albeit he rolled his eyes a little. “Yeah, so, I’ve just got a couple updates to do in medbay. I’ll try to be quick, but… y’know. No guarantees,” Bunbun continued. “That’s ok! And entirely understandable.” One finger tapped her chin thoughtfully, her gaze bouncing around the room. “What needs to be updated in my little corner?” “Ooone sec-” Bunbun mumbled, opening her task list. There were two tasks listed in medbay. “It looks like just your scanner and computer monitors? If that’s alright?” “I don’t see why not,” Rose hummed. “Go right ahead, miss. Let me know if you need anything.” “Will do, thank you,” Bunbun replied. She’d hardly taken a step towards the monitors, though, when Laser broke in. “Whoa whoa whoa- hooold on a sec there-” Laser burst, holding up her hands. The action made her wince, but she made no other signs of pain. “You’re here for updates, right?” “U-uh-” Bunbun stammered, confused and alarmed, “y-yes-?” “Are there any updates assigned to Weapons or Shields?” Laser pressed. “Let me… check…?” Bunbun said warily. Looking down at her task list, she gave it a quick scan. Surprisingly, they were both absent from her tasks. Huh. Well, that’s odd, she thought. Out loud, she answered Laser’s query. “No, there’s n-nothing for Weapons or Shields.” “Yes!” Laser whooped, pumping her bandaged fist. An action she immediately regretted. Hissing in pain, she still managed a wide grin. “I told you guys updating your stations often was a good idea!!!” “You did say that, didn’t you, firecracker?” Rose chuckled softly, a gentle smile on her face. “Mmmmhm…” River hummed, lips pressed tightly together. “W-well, it does keeps the systems running up to HQ code, not to mention upping their efficiency,” Bunbun explained timidly. Laser gestured to her enthusiastically. “You! I like you!” Laser grinned, “cuz you get it!!!” “Don’t mean to interrupt, ladies,” River spoke up- almost gently, giving Bunbun another momentary bluescreen- “but Bunbun does have a job to do.” Luckily, Laser and Rose’s voices snapped her out of it. “Oh. Right. She does, doesn’t she?” Laser echoed. “Sorry bout that, Bunbun.” “Indeed she does,” Rose agreed. Smiling apologetically, she nodded towards the scanner and monitor. “They’re all yours for as long as you need, Bun.” Giving the two a grateful nod, Bunbun strode towards the scanner. “It’s no problem,” she replied, pulling up her code. “I’ll be done in just a tick…”

===+===+===

The updates in medbay took much longer than expected. Around thirty minutes in total. There was a lot to get to. Not only did Bunbun find herself tripping over incorrectly stored files from previous medics, but the outdated medical system kept trying to override her new input. The whole thing was confusing, frustrating, and very difficult to work with.

Fortunately, she found herself in good company.

Rose’s level head and gentle tone helped keep her distress down, and she knew all the work arounds for the computer. Laser offered plenty of encouragement. River, to his credit, actually stayed quiet. He added input only once- when a security bypass code popped up. Other than that… nothing. He just sort of. Stood there. It was odd. But Rose and Laser were enough to distract Bunbun from it, and enough to keep her on task.

When she finally pulled back from the equipment, the other ladies gave a little cheer. “Good job, hon! It’s running like a model made yesterday,” Rose beamed. “You wrangled the hell out of that code!” Laser grinned. “That’s a perfect job in my book.” “Thank you, thank you,” Bunbun laughed, waving a hand. “You’re too kind- both of you!” “We do our best,” Laser winked. “Anytime!” Rose hummed. “... yeah. Glad you got that figured out,” River finally spoke up. Bunbun gave him a quiet nod of thanks. Was he just… warming up…? She really hoped so. Shifting in place, River jerked his head towards the door. “You ready to head out, Bunbun? Just a couple more stops.” Bunbun paused. Holding up a finger, she flipped up her tablet. Both the tasks she’d had for Medbay now glowed green. Perfect. She nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m good,” she replied. “M’kay. Let’s get a move on,” River sighed. “See the rest of y’all around.” He turned to go, pace a little slower as he left the room. Bunbun waved over her shoulder to Laser and Rose. The two smiled and waved back, free hands gently entwined as they gave their well wishes. The sight left Bunbun smiling all the way down the hall.

The more of her crewmates she met, the more at home she was starting to feel. It was… nice. Really nice. A good assignment so far. She hoped it’d stay that way.

#cr3wm8ts #au:c #among us oc #bunbun among us #river among us #junior among us #laser among us #rose among us #among us #yes i went crazy went stupid and did most of this in one day #what of it #slkjflksflskfsdlkfjsl #anyways yea here's this #will have crew files up somewhat soon #ish #probably tomorrow #arty writes

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adrenaline-roulette · 4 years

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Four Eighths

Pairing: Four x Eight (Reader) Word count: 3.5K+ Warnings: Course language, mentions of suicide (Faked deaths)

*Disclaimer, the first chapter was basically just setting things up and introducing the character of our reader. This chapter is much more dialogue based, so hopefully you all like it! Also be warned, as of the next chapter, y’all are gonna being seeing a hell of a lot of nerdy jokes. You’ll see what I mean at the end of this chapter.

Catch up with Chapter One here!

Chapter Two: We all die one day

Screaming, that’s all you could hear when you woke up, your ears ringing with the shrill cries which echoed inside your head. Who was screaming and why? You don’t remember anyone screaming before you fell asleep last night, though to be fair, you don’t recall falling asleep either. The last thing you could remember was signing off from your walkie talkie, promising to meet your team once they had made it out of the museum safely. Had you fallen asleep in your hotel room before you got the chance to find your team?

The screaming was interrupted by an odd poking and pulling sensation at your bicep. The feeling was dulled, and you struggled to place what could be causing such an odd feeling. With a groan, you try to stretch, and familiarise yourself with where you had allowed yourself to fall asleep. Wherever it was, it didn’t feel like somewhere you had slept before, and to your surprise you find that you are unable to sit upright, or really move at all! Your heart hammers in your chest as fear sets in, your fight or flight senses kicking in, as your mind immediately comes to the conclusion that you were in danger. Eyes flying open, it takes you a few moments for them to adjust to the dim lighting of the room you were in. From what you could make out, laying on your back and blinking up at the ceiling, this was not a room you were familiar with in the slightest. It hurts to do so, but you tilt your head to the side, coming face to face with one of the most beautiful women you had ever laid eyes on, and stood right behind her, peering over her shoulder at your bicep where her fingers were working, was someone you recognised.

“Good, you’re awake. Try not to move too much, I need to get this all stitched up first.” The woman informs you, her eyes darting up to meet yours briefly, before focusing intently on your arm once more.

‘All stitched up?’, her words echo in your mind, until you feel your brain go into overdrive, memories of last night come flooding back to you at full speed. That man, the one here now, he shot you! The screaming in your head when you first woke up, that was yours. You remember vaguely that you had screamed for a solid ten minutes after the bullet had pierced your flesh, you would’ve screamed longer, but the man had marched up to you and clamped his hand over your mouth, preventing you from going on. He had then wrapped his arm around your waist, as you made your slow lumbering way out of the hotel room, dizzy from the sight of your wounded arm. He had turned to shoot one final bullet through the window, why he did that, you honestly had no clue, but you didn’t have the strength or energy to ask, and the last thing you remember was falling into the corner of the elevator as you both rode it down to the basement parking garage.

The woman wrapped a bandage around your arm, taking a step back and clearing the tools she had used on your arm. “All done, I would say you can move now, but it looks like One has other ideas.” She shrugged, taking one final look at you, before turning on her heel, and walking out of the room.

Once again, her words had struck a chord, ‘One has other ideas.’ The hell did that mean? It struck you however, that the woman was right, and when you attempted to move anything below your neck, you were unable to do so. Something was keeping you bound to the bed you were on, at least you think it’s a bed…. “I would say sorry about your arm, but I won’t. You deserved it.” The man, your attacker, shrugged, his voice dripping with thinly veiled sarcasm, arms folded across his chest, as he paced back and forth in front of you.

“What the fuck do you mean, I deserved it?” You hiss out, trying one last time to break free from your restraints. It was no use, your body was aching, and the more you struggled, the more pain shot up through your injured arm.

The man paused in his pacing, looking directly down at you, his brown eyes meeting yours as if challenging you to get up. “I thought we covered this last night? You’ve been steadily draining my bank account for months now. You’re lucky I only shot your arm, I was half tempted to aim one at your leg too!”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Do you expect me to thank you for only shooting me once?” You spit, a hard glare glossing over your eyes. Sure, you may not be able to move right now, but that sure as hell wouldn’t stop you from fighting with your words if necessary.

What happens next honestly surprises you, the man laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling in mirth. “You’re sassy, I like you.” He grins, picking dirt out from beneath his fingernails. “In all honesty, I’m actually rather impressed with you. I don’t know how the hell you managed it, but the fact that you were able to get into my account in the first place, jeez, that takes some serious talent.”

You blink slowly, taking his words in, your confusion written clearly across your features. “I really don’t know what you want me to say, or do for that matter. Like, I’m sorry that I stole from you, but I didn’t think anyone was using that account. I figured it was just money floating in limbo.” If you could, you would shrug, but with your aching arm, and restrained body, it simply wasn’t an option.

He nods his head, the light smattering of gray hairs on his temples catching in the dim lighting. “Yeah, that’s one of the downsides to being dead, people assume you’re not going to be using your money anymore. Funny that.” He smirks, crouching down to be eye level with you now. “I have a proposition for you. A job offer to be exact.”

You perk up at this, thinking better of asking questions over his comment on being dead. “What’s the gig?”

He grins, teeth shining brilliant white. “There’s a team of us, people who have select skills, who when put together in a group, become unstoppable. We do the dirty work the government doesn’t want anything to do with, we get rid of the people who are capable of mass destruction, while our government sits back, and waits patiently for things to simply, blow over.” He pauses, watching you for a few moments to ensure you were listening. “Did you hear about what happened in Turgistan last year?”

“That was where that Dictator was orchestrating attacks on his own people, yeah? The country revolted against him and then, I think they killed him didn’t they?”

“Mhm, that’s right, and the only reason why any of that happened, was because we were there. Our team found his brother, and helped him take control, to be the leader Turgistan needed. Our government wanted nothing to do with Rovach Alimov, and couldn’t care less that he was killing his own people. So we took matters into our own hands.” He pauses to take a breath, eyes clouding over for a moment, before pressing on. “If it isn’t happening to their people, or on their land, then our government doesn’t give a shit about anything else going on in the world. Until the threat spreads to them, they refuse to help.”

You take in his every word, unsure if you could possibly believe that this man had orchestrated one of the largest revolutions of the past few decades. “That’s incredible, if your team did all of that I mean.”

“We did, we really did. There’s plenty more where Rovach Alimov came from, and we plan on removing them all, before they can destroy anyone, or anything else.”

Your arm tingles, the anaesthetic that had been used now clearly wearing off. “I appreciate what you’re saying, really I do, but I don’t see what this has to do with me?”

The man stands up once again, hands resting in the pockets of his jeans. “Look, here’s the thing. You managed to break through god knows how many security measurements I had set up, just to get to my bank. And that heist you pulled off last night, I saw the whole thing. You were tapped into the entire museum, you could see everyone, and you were across the street! Not to mention the fact that you disabled the security cameras for half of the street out the back for your team to escape. Now, just imagine what you could do with all my funds at your disposal, and with months of prep time, and a team of six working right beside you, feeding you all the information you could possibly need.”

Your mouth goes dry at his offer, the adrenaline you had felt during the robbery last night, it was intoxicating and addictive, you craved more. “How can I help?”

********

The man, or One as you now knew him as, had shown you around the base, which was where you had awoken close to three hours ago now. He explained that he had brought you here with the hunch that you would accept his offer, he had taken you into an abandoned aeroplane, which had been converted into a crude infirmary, it was a far cry from a hospital, but after snooping around the drawers and cupboards, you had discovered just about everything that could ever be needed for a medical emergency. “I can hear you thinking from here.” One smirked, turning back to look at you, as he showed you around, pointing out different trailers, planes, and empty shipping containers, all of which either housed one of his teammates, or equipment for their missions.

Your eyes go wide, staring at the man in front of you. “I don’t know what you mean…” You begin, before One cuts you off.

“You want to know why I shot out the window in the hotel.” It’s not a question, rather a statement, one which was entirely correct. You hadn’t stopped thinking about it since One had started his grand tour. The nod of your head is enough for One to carry on. “Remember what I said about being dead earlier?” Once again you nod. “You see, for us to do these missions, we have to be invisible, untraceable, we can’t exist. We’re ghosts. And the only way to become a ghost?” He trails off, allowing you to answer.

“You have to die…”

“With death comes a clean slate, no history, no records, you cannot be tracked.”

You cut One off before he can continue. “But you’re not actually dead.”

“Yes, well spotted. All of us here faked our deaths, it’s the only way to take yourself off the grid entirely. No one ever goes looking for a dead man, most people think it would be impossible for the dead to do what we do.”

Your mouth opens, ready to speak once again, though the look in One’s eyes causes you to clam up instantly. “I shot out the window so to set up your death. If you had declined my job offer, all you would need to do would be return to the hotel, and pretend you had gotten into an argument with a boyfriend, who had thrown something against the window in a fit of rage. However, if you accepted, we required your death to be organised. The suicide note I left on the hotel bed addressed to your parents, would easily explain why you did what you did. We all know how stressful school can be… You just happened to be in a building that was exceptionally high up and had rather weak windows. You took your chance and jumped.”

You can’t take another step, your feet cemented to the ground. Out of all the deaths One could’ve come up with, he chose suicide. Your family, friends… They would be gutted. “You didn’t even give me the chance to say goodbye…”

“Y/N, you can go back home right now if you want. See your family, your friends, continue taking underpaid freelance gigs, robbing museums, whatever else it is you do in your free time. If that’s what you want, then fine. I don’t care, we can find someone else. But we want you, we want you here. But this offer, it will not come around again.” One warns, his long steps closing the distance between you with only four steps.

Tears sting the backs of yours eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks, though you refuse to cry in front of One. You won’t let him see just how affected you are by this situation. You straighten your aching back, before marching ahead of him, climbing the stairs of a trailer you had not yet looked through. If you wanted to change the world, this was the cost, and it was a price you were willing to pay.

Looking around the trailer, it had been gutted out entirely, the walls now lined with drawers from floor to ceiling. You gaze around, trying to understand what you were looking at. “Everyone gets ten drawers. You can put personal belongings in there, the things that tie back to your old life. Whatever you want really. I have a contact who can get what you want from your home, just let me know what you need, and where it is, and we’ll get it to you.” One nods, gesturing to the drawers, each labelled with a number from one to seven.

You nod, shuffling your feet against the floor, trying to think of what you could possibly want here with you. “I’ll let you know.” You finally reply, before following One back outside.

********

completing the ‘Grand Tour’, One had shown you to a mostly empty trailer, welcoming you to your new home. You had spent a few hours alone after that, just trying to collect your thoughts, and wrap your head around the whirlwind that was the past twelve hours. There was a bed built into the trailer directly beneath the line of windows on the left wall, the mattress was thin, and the blankets had certainly seen better days, but as you lay down, staring up at the clear blue sky, it honestly felt like laying on a cloud.

Falling asleep had not been part of the plan, though you supposed your body needed the rest, it was trying to heal a gunshot wound after all. Though impromptu nap or no, being awoken by One as he threw a glass of water over your face, was not how you wanted to be greeted back into the world of wake. “I’m getting really tired of waking up to your ugly face, One.” You mutter, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, before you scrub your palms down your dripping face.

A deep chuckle rolls through your sparse trailer, one that you weren’t yet familiar with. “Well, you’re alright in my books kid. Anyone who is as fed up with One after only five minutes as I was, means you’re gonna fit in just fine here!”

One turns around and directs a glare at the man leaning against the doorway, who in turn, responds with a cheesy grin. “Can I help you Seven?” The man, Seven, shrugs off from the doorway, turning to step half out of your trailer. “Everyone’s waiting for you two, they wanna meet the new recruit.”

“What do you mean everyone wants to meet her? How does anyone even know that there is a new recruit?!” One cries, eyes darting from your miserable wet face, to Seven’s smirking one.

“Of course they want to meet me. I’m fucking fabulous, everyone should want to meet me.” You huff, rolling yourself off the bed, a feat which takes far more effort than you would care to admit.

Seven chuckles once again, his eyes meeting yours through the dim lighting of your home. “Again, credit where credit’s due. You seem pretty fab to me.” He turns his attention back to One, shrugging his broad shoulders lightly. “Five mentioned she’d helped patch someone up earlier. Someone who you’d brought into camp. According to those who have been here longest, the only times you bring someone here who’s not dead, is when you’re trying to recruit them.”

“Does he shoot all new recruits?” You pipe up, folding your arms across your chest, lifting a brow at One.

“No, you got special treatment.” One smirks, the corners of his lips twitching in an effort to school his features. “Right then, follow me. We’ve got a meet and greet to attend apparently.”

You follow behind Seven and One, across the open expanse of desert, noting how each of the trailers now had lights on inside, lights that seemed to be far more appealing than the fluorescent bulbs that hung from your ceiling. The men lead you into a large shipping container, it looked to be three containers that had been merged, the doors wide open to allow the evening breeze access. Voices echoed inside the sparse room, all falling silent as the three of you make it to what appears to be a briefing room. A large square table sits at the front of the room, and pinned up on all of the walls are what you can only assume, are photo’s of targets.

Four people and a dog stand around the table, all clearly interested in your arrival, though the dog appears to be the most intrigued, the English mastiff bounding across the room up to you. You can’t fight the grin the invades your face as the large dog moves onto his hind legs, massive paws pressing against your chest as he licks your face. You bring your hand up to ruffle against his head, the dog barking happily at the attention you so happily supplied him with.

“No, bad Wally! Get off Eight!” One directs, locking eyes with the mastiff. Wally either doesn’t understand the command, or ignores it, as he continues to express his adoration of you through kisses.

“It’s fine! If this is how I die, then I am totally okay with this!” You giggle, you had been a Ghost for only a few hours now, and it already seemed like you had made a new best friend.

Finally, after a few minutes, Wally leaps off you in search of something else to do, leaving you now dog free, and covered in dog hair and slobber. “Right, so now that Wally has accepted her, I guess? this is Eight. Eight, meet everyone.” One declares to the room, four sets of eyes landing on you once again.

“We’re still using numbers then?” Asks a thickly accented man. Looking over, you find him to be tall, handsome, and frowning at One with a look of disdain.

“Yes, yes we are. Three, meet Eight. Eight, meet Three. He’s our Hitman.”

You wave shyly at Three, with him returning the gesture with far more gusto, a broad grin sweeping over his lips. At his side, with an arm resting over his shoulder in a casual yet possessive manner, was a thin, platinum blonde bombshell. “Hello Eight, I am Two. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The sentence flowing freely, and in a beautiful manner with her French accent.

“Two is Ex CIA.” Three declares proudly, looking down at the sighing blonde.

“You’ve already met Five.” One is gesturing to the young woman who you had woken up to earlier that day.

“Oh, um thank you for, well… You know, thanks.” Fuck, why were you so awkward? You gesture limply at your still bandaged arm, sending a small smile her way.

“No worries, next time I stitch you up hopefully you won’t be out cold. That way you get to pick what pattern I do when I put the sutures in!” Five laughs, sitting on the edge of the table.

One shakes his head, rolling his dark eyes. “Five is our Doctor, among other things. She likes to stitch our wounds up in fun ways, so they scar in designs.” He shrugs, clearly this was a normal thing in this group.

“Seven’s the one who you were bonding with back in your trailer.” One jerks his head towards the man you had followed in just before. “Ex-Military, good with a sniper.” Seven nods at you from where he is crouched down, giving Wally belly scratches. “And over here, is Four. Parkour master.”

Before you have the chance to say anything, Four cuts in, his deep British accent sending chills down your sine. “We’ve discussed this, I’m a Skywalker, thank you very much.”

You should just keep your mouth shut, you don’t know these people, making silly nerdy jokes is not the way to make a good first impression! Not to mention the fact that for some reason, you really don’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of this stunningly attractive Brit. His tousled blonde locks brushing his forehead, as his emerald eyes flicker to yours the moment you speak. “Oh, so you’re a Jedi then?”

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iwillbeinmynest · 4 years

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The Ravens- Loki x Reader(f) Part 5

Authors Notes: Holy. Crap. I am SO SORRY. but I’ve finally finished it. Finally. This is the last of my unfinished series so now i have caught y'all up on everything. Thanks so much for sticking with me y’all!!

AU: Rockstar!AU

Word Count: 2.2k+

Notes/Warnings: Fluffs all the fluffs, mentions of drinking, and...I think thats..it? Let me know if I've missed something! oh, i guess spelling errors should be a warning lol I tried to catch as much as I could but I’m sure i’ve missed some.

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"Loki."

He felt a nudge to his side.

"Loki, sweetheart, wake up."

Ah. He knew that voice. It was in his dreams, his mind and his whole world. He groaned and rolled over, dragging the thin sheet with him.

She chuckled.

A smack of fabric and his eyes snapped open from the impact of the heavy pillow. "Ow." He lied with a grin.

"Get up." She smiled and crossed her arms. "We need to be at the arena in an hour." She walked to the bed and he reached for her. She pulled away before he could catch her wrist. "No. Get up, lazy bum." She laughed.

"I don't want to." He mumbled groggily.

She jumped onto the bed, shaking the mattress so much that his head bounced up. Y/N laughed at him. "I told you to get up."

Loki finally sat up in bed but grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and tugged her close. She laughed again as he rolled over, laying back down and spooning her. "I refuse."

He nuzzled his nose to her neck and kissed it twice.

"You rockstars are all the same. You just wanna stay in bed all day and party all night." She teased.

"I don't have any interest in partying, my love. Just this. You and me, right here. Forever." He confessed.

Y/N hummed and leaned into him. "I'd love that." She jerked forward and hopped off the bed. "But first you need to get dressed. There will be a limo here in 45 minutes and you better be downstairs. Don't stand me up, Loki Odinson!" She called as she left the room.

The hotel door clicked shut and Loki rolled to his back. He smiled to the ceiling at the thought of her. She was everything he ever wanted and more.

He huffed as he got out of bed and headed for the shower to get ready.

He thought about the last year. How quickly it had flown by, yet, at the same time, every moment with Y/N had seemed to last a lifetime. They had started dating right after his first solo gig at Harry's. The same night he first sang her song.

They'd kept things under the radar for a while; she was pretty hesitant about the possibility of paparazzi and crazy fans of his. And he'd understood that completely. But when a fan recognized him while he was on a date with her, a photo was sent to TMZ and things unraveled pretty quickly after that.

A week later they announced their relationship. Y/N still wanted to live in New York but when fans of Loki's began approaching her she quickly realized that normalcy wasn't in her future.

So, she moved out to LA where she took up a new job and moved into a rather expensive apartment at Loki's persistent request. He promised that to make up for her having to move, he'd put her up in a penthouse but she convinced him to settle on letting her take just a 4 bedroom with an ocean view.

And that's when things began to get really easy. Having been on a tour break, they saw each other almost daily for about six months. Loki really fell into the idea of domestication. Him and her together all the time, talking about their day and what to do for dinner. It was a peace he'd only heard about.

He wasn't about to give that up, either.

Loki invited her to go on tour with The Ravens, explaining that this would be his last trip around the globe with the band. He'd broken the news to Thor before plans for a world tour had even been laid. Told him that he needed to be done and to explore his own music, go solo, along with other plans. When Thor reacted with nothing but enthusiasm, Loki had been in shock. He was certain that news like that would have sent Thor on a rampage but all he got was a bellowing laugh, a hug that threatened asphyxiation and a soft 'I'm proud of you, brother'.

To say that Loki was relieved to be done with the rockstar lifestyle was an understatement.

One last show, he reminded himself as he ran his fingers through his wavy, air-dried locks. One last show and then forever.

He met Y/N down in the lobby with a smile. "Are you ready?" He asked with an arm extended.

She wrapped her hand around his elbow and rolled her eyes. "I've been ready for an hour and a half."

She looked up at him with a world-stopping grin.

"I'm sorry, my love. I'll be better next time."

"He says on his way to his last show." She chuckled.

Loki opened the door of the limo for her and she slid in. He sat beside her and shut the door.

"I'm actually nervous for this one." He admitted.

She looked at him confused. "You've been looking forward to this for weeks."

Loki shrugged. Now wasn't the time to get into it. He put an arm across her shoulder and kissed her head when she settled into his side.

They could hear the crowds before they could hear see the stadium. Playing their final show back in New York in Madison Square Garden was perfect. It was here, last year, that Loki had decided to play his first solo gig, inspired by the woman at his side. It was a full circle.

The flashes were dimmed thanks to the heavy tint of the limo's windows but they both squinted nonetheless.

"Time to put on that brooding expression everyone expects." Y/N teased. Loki's gloomy persona had originally been that of true unhappiness but now that he had Y/N, he kept it up for the band’s sake and reputation.

"My favorite part." He scoffed.

Y/N kissed his cheek and he turned on her, capturing her lips in a deeper, but tender, display.

"I love you." He breathed.

"I love you, too." She smiled with closed eyes. "We better get out before the fans tip the car."

They both chuckled and a security guard opened the car door.

Loki dropped his smile and got out, ignoring the screaming fans as he helped Y/N out of the back seat. He pulled her close and nodded to the crowd. They were quickly escorted inside where they only had a few seconds of peace before Loki was swarmed by hair and wardrobe and stage managers.

The roar of the crowd was like nothing Y/N had ever heard before. Sure, she’d been to many of their shows but this was Madison Square Garden. This was quite possibly the biggest crowd the band had ever had a t one event and they’d sold out within hours of the tickets going on sale. There were even rumors that the arena was selling tickets for standing room.

Y/N stood backstage and watched Loki and the band play all of their biggest hits. Song after song for the last hour. The pyrotechnics and lights matched the heavy music and the crowd was loving every second of it.

FInally, they were down to their last song of the night.

“Thank you, New York!” Thor shouted. They screamed back. “Thank you!” He raised his hands to try and hush them. “We are so glad to have shared this night with all of you and thank you for coming out to support us. We have an announcement to make and hopefully you won’t be too sad,”

The crowd began to get noisier with concerned chatter.

“Don’t worry,” Thor smiled. “We aren’t done rockin’ quite yet.”

They cheered.

“But,” he continued. “But Loki,” He gestured to his brother as the crowd quieted. “Loki has some changes coming his way and we couldn’t be happier for him.” Thor nodded to Loki who stepped up to his mic.

He waved at the fans and offered a solemn smile. “Firstly, before I get into all of that, I want to say thank you to each and every one of you for your support through the years. And a special thanks to those of you who prefer me over my brother,” A half serious jest.

The crowd laughed and a few even cheered.

“But the big news is that I have decided…” Loki took a deep breath. This was it. “To go solo.”

The area erupted in noise. A combination of chatter, cheers, boos and shouts.

Loki held up his hands and the noise lowered enough that he continued. “But that’s not the biggest change.” He looked to the side stage to see Y/N standing there with her hands clasped and pressed under her wide smile. She nodded at him.

Loki smiled back and then extended his hand out to her. “Y/N, darling, why don’t you come out here for a moment.”

Y/N eyes went wide and her smile disappeared. Her head ticked and her smile returned with suspicion as she walked out to meet him.

Loki took his guitar off and handed it to Volstagg. He took Y/N by the hand and kissed her knuckles before returning to the mic. “I believe most of you know my lovely girlfriend. She has been the light of my life since the very moment I met her. She inspired me and very quickly became my muse. She has given me courage to play my music, to write it, and to explore it in a way I hadn’t known. She is my refuge and my rock and I can’t imagine where I would be without her.”

Y/N’s cheeks were red with flattery and she shook her head. “What are you doing?” She whispered.

Loki smiled but didn’t answer. He looked to the crowd. “Tonight I’ve announced that I am leaving the Ravens. Flying away, so to speak, and never in my life have I been so nervous before a show. But my nerves had nothing to do with that announcement,” he took another breath, “And everything to do with this question.”

He looked to Y/N, took both of her hands and dropped to one knee.

The crowd burst into screams and cheers.

The sound, as loud as it was, seemed to fade away. Loki never took his eyes off of Y/N and asked, “Y/N, will you marry me?”

Y/N couldn’t hear a word but she knew what he’d said. She ignored the tears that were now falling down her cheeks and nodded her head. “Yes,” she sobbed and fell into his arms.

Loki scooped her up and spun her around. He laughed and kissed the side of her head until she pulled back and kissed him.

Somehow the crowd managed to scream even louder.

Loki finally released his fiance long enough to slip the ring on her finger, which he kissed then held up in victory.

Thor and the rest of the band rushed over and congratulated them both. After a few minutes of praise and cheer, the crowd settled.

“Alright,” Thor started. “Enough of that.” He joked and Loki actually laughed with him. “We’ve got one final song for tonight and I’d like to play it in honor of my brother who, adopted or not, I love above everyone else. I’m proud of you and wish you nothing but success, which I know you’ll have in both your life and career.” He nodded to Loki who smiled as he took his guitar back from Volstagg.

The band rocked as hard as they could with three encores. The show was followed by an afterparty for the band, crew and a select number of invited guests. It was hosted at Harry’s bar where Loki had played just a year ago. People continued to come up and congratulate Loki and Y/N who remained inseparable through the night.

Sometime around 4 am, the party had died out and only Thor, Loki and Y/N remained.

“I really am happy for you, brother.” Thor said after finishing the last of his beer.

As inebriated as Thor was, Loki knew he was telling the truth. He pulled Y/n a little tighter. “Thank you, brother.”

“I think it’s probably time for me to be heading out.” Thor stood up but almost toppled over just as fast.

Loki stood and caught him. “Okay, I think that’s a good idea. Lets get you in a car.” loki caught the attention of the driver and nodded.

After getting Thor sent off, loki returned to his fiance. “Ready to go, love?”

“Actually,” She grinned, “I was feeling a bit hungry and I know this great little diner not to far from here.”

Loki kissed her hands again as he remembered their dinner there. “I finally kissed you that night.” He ginned.

“Finally.” She joked.

“Oh, come on, admit it,” He said as he escorted her out to their car. “You loved the wait. You were playing hard to get.”

She gasped and swatted his arm. “I was not! Thor kept interrupting us, remember.”

Loki chuckled. “I do.” He gave the driver the address of the diner and the car pulled off. “I never did get to thank you, by the way.”

“For what?” Y/N yawned as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“For saying yes.” He leaned his head on hers.

“Till the end of time, love.” She held his arm tighter.

“Till the end of time.”

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codematurgy · 4 years

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you could definitely say that what follows next is a quarentine diary of sorts, but i’m writing it up here because it relates to theme making in some ways; additionally, i just want to write something positive in the middle of this!

stay safe, of course - if your finantial conditions, likely because of the government of your country and/or your employer being criminals, aren’t good enough for you to stop working, i can’t say i’m exactly praying for you because i don’t have that practice, but i do hope you’ll be fine. this moment shows us how capitalists are willing to treat the working class. mandatory class struggle aside:

for starters shout out to tumblr because i love the new dashboard ok. i’m using the cybernetic palette and i really wish it was available on the app too. of course, my love of it isn’t related to the colors alone - i always thought the dashboard looked a bit messy in structure, so building it again from zero was a fantastic decision. love that i can see the words for image or avatar while the images are loading as well; they really took care of accessibility here, which was already an ongoing process with stuff like page order or focus, etc.

i just wanted to write that shoutout because i’ve seen a lot of people complain about it - mostly because xkit stopped working - while ignoring that the folks at xkit did explain how they’re helping the tumblr developers directly, and in turn their work at rewriting xkit would be even smoother. i don’t think people actually give tumblr developers credit where is due, and i’ve been fascinated with their work ever since i found out about official blogs such as @javascript or @engineering. it also clarified a few problems i’ve had when dealing with the mechanics of reblogs, even if some bits of it still drive me nuts! in a sense, thinking about theme making for tumblr has become more gratifying when you get to understand just what you’re doing. anyway, moving on.

i haven’t really done a lot of “theme making” for the past weeks - i did do a bunch of bug fixes to the npf photosets plugin, but nothing related to designing or creating and so on. it doesn’t mean that creating was completely lost to me, though i did channel it to something entirely different: movie reviews.

yeah. that sounds pretentious, i know.

i’m not a big fan of cash grab movies(read: pretty much most of recent disney work, and anything that feels similarly souless), but i never found the strength to watch the ones that are new and more popular around here; namely, stuff from a24. which is not to say those are bad! i’ve watched my share and they are really good - i’m absolutely enamored with the vvitch, for example. however, i’ve realized that i want to discover new worlds, and not all of them too serious neither constantly bombarding my tumblr dashboard or twitter timeline. people have been doing movies for such a long time and i keep wondering, how many incredible gems i’m missing on solely because i can’t be bothered to look back?

thanks to that, i’m watching movies i never thought i would watch. and more importantly, i’m writing about them - about the things that make them this single, incredible work. much like being in a show’s fandom, i guess, and writing such long metas on it, except i get to write shorter essays because i’m not getting an entire season, ahaha. i had never watched an art film up until now, i think, and although it wasn’t my favorite format from this first experience, it was nice and i’m actually willing to try it again.

one great takeaway from this experience, besides how awesome film-making is, relates to my creations here. a fascinating thing about movies is when their envisioners work to have this coherent, complete piece of work filled with all it needs to be solid, instead of letting these loose threads. this is not in a plot sense strictly, but for so many aspects like choosing to add something to costume, set, or prop design; the choice of a weird but so incredibly telling original score; a photography that goes beyond having a pretty centralized shot and adds weight to every shot... wow, that stuff is unreal, and it is so full of purpose!

this feeling of completeness is one i think i have been working on gradually, but still could do better. i have this terrible process in which i barely have a full sketch for a theme - i just think that i want this one thing and build the whole theme around that detail live on the code instead of actually planning it. i believe that, likely because of this, it feels like my themes are just this tiny design in the middle of a blank website. Chamamento, SETE and Ágora feel like outliers in that sense, even though the process was still chaotic, solely because at one point i actually sat myself down and i said “i want this”.

hopefully, i can take this knowledge with me on the next themes coming around! i don’t know when they will come, but i do have an idea for post styling and another one for a “complete” layout - i’ll try not to merge those in my weird process so it’s not too much information, though. there’s one theme in the works for a while too, which is based on the one i mentioned working on as i first mentioned Temporal, but it’s been reworked into an entirely different beast which i’m quite happy with; mostly because there is no pixel based post size! in fact, i’m considering not having typical post sizes for all next themes, choosing a more typical blog approach. it sounds weird but so far it looks really cool, although probably not as much if you’re doing graphics with set sizes... well, graphic makers were never my demographic to begin with.

and well, on an entirely different note: i keep forgetting that when you have a theme uploaded to tumblr, you can check active installs. actually seeing people using your themes, when before the only way you could see it was by hoping whoever reblogged or liked it had in fact installed it, is so exciting!!! it actually confirms that the people using my themes, or at least using Temporal, are often just your average blogger sharing memes, fanart and talking about the latest podcast - you know the one. it’s a pleasure to be making themes for y’all!

#code blogging #i'll warn you that this read more is a wall of text

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flydotnet · 4 years

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Brighter than the Starry Sky

Summary: Kirino wants to show his boyfriend something while they're in Hokkaido.

Fandom: Inazuma Eleven Go Ship: Established RanTaku

Wordcount: 1.5K words

Notes: The stars are beautiful tonight. This was written for my giftee for this year’s Secret Soccer, @elestialgz-scraps! We sadly don’t share a lot of ships, and the one we do didn’t inspire me, so I hope you’re all right with some awkward RanTaku! Considering Kirino is one of your favs, it’s written in his POV. I hope you’ll like it nonetheless! (Btw, you’ve got some nice character tastes, my friend: Tsunami is :ok_hand:). I also happen to suck very hard at Japanese geography (I was already not the best History-Geography major in prep class and I’m not the best at Brazilian and French geographies to begin with), so I’m in doubt concerning Hokkaido and freezing temperatures. I got all my Hokkaido knowledge from Inazuma Eleven and Detective Conan and this was the result I’m afraid. Anyway y’all, happy holidays, and let’s hope for an Inazuma-filled 2020. (TL;DR: get your shit together Level-5).

Event hosted by @inazumasecretsoccer.

AO3 version available here.

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It came to Ranmaru in a frenzy, almost like a spontaneous fire started by a little spark, while he was doing some homework: what about stargazing?

At first, for a couple seconds, it seemed like a bit of a dumb idea: it was cold outside, especially in Hokkaido, the wintery air would bite them, and Takuto would most likely refuse in fear of catching something. It’d be a wise move, even if it bothered him, yet he couldn’t bring himself to hold a grudge against his own boyfriend.

Yet, there were more reasons to at least ask him about it; in fact, too many of them for Ranmaru to resist. The winter sky was the best to see stars sparkling in the dark, especially in the clearer north, where the lights of Tokyo couldn’t obscure the view, where there were far less luminous pollution, in a place where they (hopefully) wouldn’t be disturbed in the middle of a moment of intimacy. Usually, the group liked to interrupt, so spending some time alone together, far from the rest of the world and society, seemed more than welcome…

After all, what could possibly go wrong? Well, a ton of things, and Takuto would be the first to point every one of these out with surgical precision, but he guessed he’d ignore them until they came up, for once. It wasn’t his kind to be reckless, unlike some of his friends; yet the appeal of the idea he had just had was too strong for him to deny. He supposed playing it risky couldn’t hurt, from time to time…

To his surprise, Takuto only hesitated for a little bit, most likely the time it took him to calculate the balance between risk and reward. They agreed on an evening, after his piano recital (to nobody’s surprise, he had managed to have his instrument carried all the way north), behind the backs of literally everyone else but the coach. Surely they could benefit from some alone time, couldn’t they? They deserved it, after going through so many events.

This spontaneous idea became real right before his eyes only on the following evening. Yes, it went this fast: one moment he was hesitating even bringing the idea up, the next they were in the snow and the starry darkness of the night, hand in hand, covered in hot clothes and cheeks reddened by the cold and the sudden intimacy of the situation. With a little luck, nobody would disturb them…

If Ranmaru didn’t know much of Hokkaido, he still spotted a comfortable spot fairly quickly. It was a landscape-viewing site, high in the air, the wind blowing under it and through Takuto’s red silky scarf (and Ranmaru wished he even had half the money to buy him such a good item of clothing, but alas, he was a bit too poor for that, which his boyfriend didn’t hold against him in the slightest). Invaded by a sudden blow of enthusiasm, he brought the both of them with his legs running.

When they arrived, considering the ground was covered in snow, he hesitated to make the both of them sit. Considering Takuto didn’t seem too keen on doing so either, he felt content staying up, fingers enlaced. Needless to say, he hadn’t seen everything through and was just realizing it. Oh well, sometimes, you had to leave yourself to the arms of fortune, didn’t you?

So here they were, alone together, facing the sparkling starry sky. Despite the coldness of the winter winds and their breath transforming into mist as soon as it met the air, they both felt warm. At least, Ranmaru sure didn’t feel like he was in the middle of a polar-like region, which seemed weird considering it was the opposite way earlier this day, but he wasn’t going to openly complain about it. Sometimes, life was good; right now, life was at its best.

Neither of them talked, profiting from the calm and serene silence. Gazing at the sky, then each other, then the sky, was absolutely enough for now. Well, that was what he thought until Takuto was the first to open back the conversation, much to his surprise:

“This is Orion.”

Takuto’s hand showed the way to stars forming, indeed, the double-triangle shape of Orion. Ranmaru, being fairly bad at spotting constellations himself, was already in awe by just being with his special someone in a charming place with no one around to disturb them: this was only making things better from then on. Of course his boyfriend would be knowledgeable there too! Was there a single thing Takuto couldn’t do?

Well, frankly, Ranmaru didn’t know, but also didn’t want to. He was fine thinking his boyfriend could do literally anything as long as he wanted to. It made him stronger. The spark shining in his eyes, lit by the pale light of the full moon smiling upon them, only made it even more beautiful than it was before. At some point, he may have forgotten to look at the stars.

They continued stargazing for a time, Takuto pointing different constellations and explaining the myths behind their names. Sometimes, while they couldn’t per say see some of them, Ranmaru would still get the story of Andromeda, Chiron the centaur, the vase pouring its stars into the sky. It was less the stories themselves that interested him, as he was more focused on the fun Takuto had telling these to him, sometimes humming music that reminded him of the different myths he’d mention.

The conversation eventually slowed down and came to a halt, right before starting back up.

“I’ve really enjoyed our time so far. Thank you for bringing us here.”

If Ranmaru felt his face burning again, he preferred to hide it behind a laugh.

“Thank you for accepting it in the first place, then. Wouldn’t be the same without you.”

If they didn’t usually dare getting more physical, they went for the kiss this time. It wasn’t exceptional, considering it was the very first, sure; but it’d have been a lie to say it didn’t make him want to live that experience again. They’d have to give it a second shot once their lips wouldn’t be this affected by the cold.

Unfortunately, the wind wasn’t letting go of their evening, eventually forcing them to abandon the sight-seeing spot and find shelter inside. The inn the team was staying at being quite a long walk from where they had gone, until the wind let out, they had to find a nearer place. It didn’t quite help that, shortly after they finally decided themselves to leave and find a warmer place to stay in, the snow had started falling. Talk about a misfortune! Good things always had an end, he supposed…

As not to get lost, they held onto each other’s hand as they traversed through the early stage of an incoming snowstorm, clinging to the other for some human warmth. Of course something would go wrong, what did he expect? Something always has to go wrong! Ah, well, at least, they’re together, and that does fill him with determination. They’ll find a way out and then drink a nice cup of tea or chocolate, once they’ll have escaped from potential frostbite. Hokkaido truly is a polar region.

It should have been easy to spot the light of a warm building in the night, but the snow made it much harder than it had any right to be. Most of what they were both seeing was the white of the capricious weather, the darkened browns of the trees, sometimes the stars and the moon breaking through the incoming blizzard. They had gone through much worse than this, Ranmaru recognized that fact every single day with little to no doubt, so it was just a question of time.

They didn’t talk much, only reminding the other not to let go or asking him if he was fine enough to continue without taking a break. Blame it on the oxygen trying to bite them from the inside if they breathed in too much of it and the supplementary effort of walking up to a place they didn’t know the location of.

To their relief, they eventually found a place with bright yellow windows shining in the dark of the night, warm and welcoming, albeit familiar-looking. To be fair, Ranmaru didn’t care at this point: he just wanted them not to freeze outside. As long as they could stay here until the storm let out, they’d end up perfectly fine. In the short term, that was all that mattered, so they started running towards the lights, still silent aside from their panting.

Once they arrived in front of it, Ranmaru immediately rang the bell next to the door. No time to waste outside, even if he felt his boyfriend get closer to him for more warmth. Perhaps that hadn’t been such a good idea on the side of weather risks and temperatures, but the adrenaline and dopamine of it all lingered even as they waited for some help to come to their side.

As soon the door opened, Takuto’s hand still in his, Ranmaru immediately remembered why this place seemed so familiar, even in the uncomfortable circumstances they had found themselves in.

And that was Tenma greeting them with a big smile and a very loud “where have you been, guys?!”.

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 5 years

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The Bet~ Part II

@kscarlett1 was 100% my motivation for this chapter! I think there might be more to this story and an SOA crossover and I’m geekin y’all. Enjoy!

The Bet~ Part I

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Me llamo Obispo. Yo soy el presidente. Welcome amiga nuevo: My name is Bishop. I’m the president. Welcome new friend.

Me nombre es Y/N. Mucho gusto: My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you.

Igualmente: Likewise

Days idled in to two aching weeks of radio silence and it was quickly beginning to chip away at Bishop leaving him restless, jumpy, and downright miserable. The checkered tile felt cool beneath his bare feet as sat by his lonesome in their kitchen twisting the label off the presently empty beer bottle.

His sigh echoed deafeningly noisy almost like all the peacefulness had left when Y/N did. All of her belongings still remained in their rightful home as he wondered just how long this charade could last.

Bishop sluggishly walked to the fridge, grabbing another beer before reaching for the half empty tequila bottle, he kept stashed underneath the sink. Emergency purposes only, how properly fitting. He staggered back to his chair before collapsing into his original spot, the spot he intended to waste the day in while hopefully drowning his many sorrows.

His lids closed as his brain traveled back to the fateful day that would eventually fuck up everything.

*Flashback- One Year Ago*

Riz dealt another hand of Poker as Coco, Angel, and Bishop rallied up to the table all intent on winning. After the not so pleasant meeting with Miguel earlier in the afternoon, all members were tittering on the edge, silenced into submission after their latest threat. Miguel fucking Galindo would guarantee the death of their club, but most certainly to their integrity or at least what was left of it.

Everyone glanced at the cards displayed to its designated owner before Angel spoke up; “This only applies to one moron at this table, and yes, I’m talkin bout you Coco; no fucking card counting you prick.”

Coco counter smirked unwilling to confirm nor deny his brother’s suspicions.

“Whatever you say, amigo.”

The game continued smoothly for the next hour before Riz finally braved the sentence no one was willing to speak.

“How the fuck we gonna get out of this one, Pres?”

Bishop exhaled; unsure of how to comfort his brothers and pep their spirits, but the words never found him.

“No more talk of work for the rest of the evening. Got it?”

All nodded in agreement going forth with the festivities surrounding them. Bishop skimmed the crowded room. The bass of the music pulsated around him, the sound of women’s laughter filled the air as the party started to get into full swing.

Until he noticed the stunning figure sitting by her lonesome at the disheveled bar; her body swaying to the current beat, her emerald eyes closed with a blissful smile painted upon her lips. She looked like heaven; beautiful to admire and way out of his league, but he loved a challenge.

“Say boys…does anybody know the broad sitting at the bar?”

All eyes guided towards the stranger’s direction admiring the beauty thankfully clueless to their gawking. Suddenly Coco’s cleared his voice, his attention focused on the current cards in his hand; “Her name’s Y/N. She used to be an Old Lady for the Sons.”

“That doesn’t explain why she’s here tonight in Mayans territory now does it?” Bishop’s tolerance began to flounder, his impatience clearly nearing the finish line.

“She’s works at Santo Padre Hospital as the newest Chief of Cardio…or so I’ve heard.”

Angel’s eyebrow raised slightly staring at Coco quizzically; “How the fuck do you know all this shit? You stalking this girl, bro?”

Coco leaned closer lowering his tone trapping the curious men beside him.

“Get this. She just so happens to be Vicki’s niece hence why she is here tonight.”

“Jesus, she’s one fine piece of ass.”

Bishop coldly stared at Angel’s now frightened expression; “If I’ve taught you one thing in all the years of being graced with my company, it is always to treat a lady with respect. Chicks dig the gentlemen, I’m tellin you.”

Angel was alit with drunken charm as the next sentence tumbled from his lips; “Said the man who got laid last when…?”

“I’d be real careful if I were your squirt. Tonight, is not the night to be checky with me, do I make myself clear?”

Luckily Angel had the brain power to know when to halt his shenanigans and silently complied with his president’s request.

Enough with this shit. Bishop threw his remaining cards down overwhelmed and abruptly out of breath.

“I’m going outside for some fresh air. Deal me out, I’m done boys.”

As Bishop made his way towards the exit, he braved a glance over his shoulder towards Y/N surprisingly locking eyes before she looked back at the woman now occupying the empty seat beside her.

Bishop reached the porch in no time, scurrying for his pack of lights only to be disappointed to find empty pockets and quarters. His head tilted back, eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he tiredly groaned, rubbing his hands over his face in defeat.

Before his pity became all-consuming, Bishop’s neck hair stood on edge alerting him of someone else’s presence as he heard a quiet ‘Hey’. He turned to follow the melodic voice, she was even more gorgeous up close.

“I think I can be of assistance.” Y/N combed her blonde hair behind her ears revealing a cigarette tucked away and handed it to the handsome man sitting alone.

“You don’t strike me as a smoker but today has definitely not been my day.”

“I’m not. It was kinda forced upon her, hence the hiding spot.” She chuckled at her own joke accidentally releasing a snort. She reached to cover her mouth embarrassed at the sound her body created, but Bishop Losa lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Me llamo Obispo. Yo soy el presidente. Welcome amiga nuevo.”

“Me nombre es Y/N. Mucho gusto.”

“Igualmente. What brings you to this part of town, bonita?”

“Ah, already with the names. I thought you would be different…less unpredictable.”

“Lo siento mucho. I must admit it was even a little sleazy for me too. I guarantee you it won’t happen again, maybe.”

“All is forgiven. Um, long story short. My marriage was in shambles, my home didn’t feel like home any longer, and this was a badass job opportunity. I’m a doctor, heart doctor to be exact.”

“How did I get so lucky to be in the company of a genius, especially one as interesting as yourself.”

“Some people are just blessed, ya know?” He had never seen a smile as lovely as Y/N’s but he knew it could make a rainy day entertaining.

Bishop took a long drag of his almost finished cigarette embracing the finality of the ticklish burn in his throat. Y/N was too busy gazing at the stars momentarily distracting her. Bishop decided to break their bubble of peace; “I better be heading back inside. Gotta keep these guys in line.”

“You have a rowdy crew on your hands but a loyal bunch. Lucky you.”

“It was really nice meeting you. Hopefully, I’ll see you around?”

“Who knows what the future has in store? The odds might be switching in your favor.”

She extended her hand to shake his just as lightening simmered between them slowly before becoming electrifying. Simultaneously, they both pulled away finding each other’s eyes. Bishop broke eye contact first and began the minor trek back inside, his nerves tingling as he shook his fingers. What the hell just happened?

“Hasta luego.”

“Ciao.”

He dragged his feet back to his chair greeting the guys once more. Smoke engulfed the room as the alcohol resumed to flow.

Riz pipped up; “Change of heart, boss?”

“Shut the hell up and deal the damn cards.”

Coco interjected, snickering; “Someone’s feathers seem to be ruffled.”

“How bout we make things a little more stimulating.”

Bishop gave into his whims, “What did you have in mind, ya idiot?”

“While you were absent, we were discussing and came up with a great idea. A bet.”

“I’ll give in. Explain.”

Angel perked up resting his elbows on the table reveling in temporary power. “Well you did say to get our minds off of work and what better way than to initiate the new girl.”

Riz butted his way into the conversation; “Since you my dear friend seems the most in need of female interaction, your name easily came up. Seduce Y/N, reel her in. Hook, line, and sinker.”

She seemed like a sweet enough girl and he was obviously lacking female companionship at the moment, so he blindly accepted.

“Easy, what’s my timeline?”

“Three months max.” All men shook their heads in agreement.

“Winner gets forty-eight hours of uninterrupted ‘vacation’.”

Any time away from the club was always a blessing in disguise and he was in dire need of a break from his twisted reality.

“You assholes are going down.”

Bish dared one more glimpse at the mysterious woman who enraptured his attention. Concocting his plan would take time since she wasn’t like one of the usual girls that hung around. She was a goddamn surgeon! Y/N felt a pair of eyes watching her as she glanced at her newly found friend, a faint smirk alighting her features.

Her belly tightened with renewed butterflies as she looked away from Mr. President himself not quite ready to admit the blush tinging her cheeks was all due to the inexplicably fascinating man, she had the pleasure of stumbling upon. Y/N exhaled; finally, optimistic of her new journey in Santo Padre and away from her past life.

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I need "Mom" advice...I get married in a couple months and honestly I'm nervous about sex. My actual mom never talked to me about it...was taboo. I barely learned about my period, except some friends explained and helped me through it. I'm afraid I won't make my husband happy or it will hurt. I've heard varying stories of friends' first times, and I don't want things to be awkward. I don't even know how to bring it up with my fiancé.

Thank you SO much forfeeling comfortable coming to me! I’ll try to give a basic “sex ed” lessonhere, and if you’re worried about specific things, please feel free to comeback and ask more, or PM me, or send me an ask off anon to ask about email if you’drather do it that way. Whatever’s going to be most helpful for you. I hope Ican address the concerns you listed, and possibly some that might be underlyingin general (most people have a lot of nebulous nervous feelings surroundingphysical intimacy that can be hard to put to words).

(For those uninterested or uncomfortable, a verybig TW for talking about sexual activity in a scientific sort of way, buttechnical terms and (respectful) descriptions may abound.) LOOOOOOOOONG post ahead, but hopefully comprehensive, respectful, and useful.

First Things First I Guess

Firstly, please know it’s super normal to benervous about sex. Almost everyone is, especially in family or social culturesthat don’t normalize talking about sex. We also do a crappy job in general offormal education about sex and sexuality, so too many people (especially women)aren’t given any background. If both of you are virgins, or new to sexualactivity in general, I bet he’s actually nervous too.

Second, bringing it up is going to be hard, butSO important. It might be worth sitting down and simply saying “I haveno idea how to bring this up, but here it is: I’m worried about sex.” The basis for any good sex life is communication and respect. Ifhe’s not nervous but you are, he has to respect that and be understanding ofthe time you may need to adjust. My guess is he has concerns as well, and beingable to talk about it together will bring a huge measure of relief to both ofyou. Another idea to bring it up would be to write an email or text saying thatyou’re not sure how to bring it up, but want to make sure both of you arecomfortable talking about it, so is there a time y’all could talk about it.Idk, that might be a bit formal for how you guys usually do things, but I knowsome people think better in written form. But being able to talk about your concerns, and having a shared general expectation of how things will go the first time is going to be helpful in making sure you’re not terrified of your honeymoon.

Third, and this is the big one: Almost no one’sfirst sexual encounter goes how they think it will, and that’s almost all because of unrealistic expectations. Sex is a weird concept, bodies areweird, and our cultural and social idea of sex is HIGHLY romanticizedand “sterilized” as it were. We have this Hollywood idea of what sex lookslike and is, and real sex has never been that way. It may end up being awkward physically (more later on that), but that’s okay, because that’s often just how things are, and sexual experiences tend to get better with time. Our culture has normalized the idea of “perfect sex” and promotes this big romantic “first time” narrative, but it almost never works out that way. Not to say it won’t or can’t be fun for you, just know it won’t be all fireworks and amazement right off the bat, because there’s a lot to coordinate between two people and four limbs and blankets and stuff.

Sex might be physically strange or a bit uncomfortable especially the firsttime, but if done properly it doesn’t have to hurt. By done properly, I meangiving both parties enough time to adjust, warm up, and become comfortablewith the situation. First intercourse with any partner, but especially yourfirst EVER partner should be about exploring and admiring each others’ bodies,without pressure to actually engage in classical intercourse (meaningpenetrative intercourse) if you don’t feel up to it. Being very nervous can prevent your body fromadapting in the way it needs to in order to be comfortable and pain-free duringintercourse.

The body has a complex system of reactions thatgear it up for intercourse, but here’s the basics.

How Sex Works Physically

What most people refer to as “foreplay” isgenerally not an optional thing for comfortable sex; smooching, cuddling, and a feeling of closeness are basically necessary to trigger thechemical reactions that start the physical adaptations for sex. Going from 0 (hey how’s it going) to60 (penetrative sex) instantly is going to be uncomfortable at best, but will likely hurtespecially in the beginning. Plus you won’t get anything out of it, and committed-partner sexshould be about emotional closeness as much as it is about physical sensationfor BOTH partners. So spending time cuddling and kissing is an important partof “actual sex.” The chemicals that are released during this time trigger yourbody to send increased bloodflow to the sexual organs, starting the sexual response cycle. (NOTE: Some people can begin the sexual response cycle by thinking about sex, reading or viewing erotic material, or “talking dirty,” so if y’all are really worked up and into it, much “traditional” foreplay like making out may not be necessary. This is usually what’s going on with what people refer to as a “quickie,” both parties are already physically prepared for sex because they’ve been thinking about it and that triggered the sexual response to begin.)

In female/afab bodies, the increased bloodflowresults in swelling of the labia (external parts) and a feeling of fullness,which increases physical sensation (perception of touch), which in turn triggersthe production of lubrication (some people refer to this as getting orbeing “wet” if you’ve heard that term thrown around. And don’t worry, it’s not like a ton of liquid, it won’t be like peeing everywhere or anything, it just makes sure things can move around easily, like an oil coating in a pan.) It also triggers thevagina (the internal parts) to expand, and the vaginal opening to relax and expand. Thesethree processes (lubrication, internal expansion, and external relaxation) are important in making sure sex doesn’t hurt. Like I said,with first intercourse, it may still be a bit uncomfortable because it’s a new sensation and your brain may still be on “no sex, sex is off-limits” mode, evensubconsciously. But if you experience pain–sharp or burning or stinging or stabbing pain, not just pressure (which is normal)– that’s not good, and you should back off and try again later after moresmoochy times or even a good night’s sleep.

Male/amab bodies are somewhat easier to understandbecause much of their adaptation happens externally, and also it’s much moresocially discussed. The penis has a complicated system of tissues that trapthe increased bloodflow coming in, resulting in the enlargement and hardeningof the penis (this is called “erection,” or sometimes informally “getting hard”). It also triggers a production of lubrication, but this is muchless than is produced by the vagina. The male lubrication comes from theopening in the penis, which is called the urethra. (Yes, it is technically thesame tube and opening where urine comes from, but the body totally shuts offthe valve at the bladder for intercourse, so there is no risk of cross-contamination.)During this time, the testicles (most often called the balls, of course) arepreparing semen, which contains sperm and is a thick, viscous liquid. (Theprostate also helps in producing this liquid.) During male orgasm, the semen isexpelled from the same urethral opening mentioned above.

To define, orgasm is the point at which the bodypeaks in pleasure, and is generally the result of repeated physical stimulationto erogenous zones. Erogenous zones are the parts of the body that producesexual pleasure when stimulated. (For many people, this includes not only thegenitals, but the nipples as well.) Male orgasm is easy to identify because itis almost always accompanied by ejaculation (expulsion of the semen), butfemales also orgasm. During female orgasm, the muscles of the vagina anduterus repeatedly contract, which can’t be seen of course(leading folks in the past to believe women couldn’t orgasm).

So, a quick recap: you get all smoochy, then you get all handsy, then clothes come off somewhere in the smoochy and touchy phases, and then if youwant comes penetrative sex. This is the part most people are scared of, and hasthe potential to cause pain if you’re not ready mentally or physically (as inyour sexual response hasn’t yet kicked in all over your body).

I know this is kind of squirmy to say, but itmay actually take several tries (sometimes over several days) toactually “succeed” at penetrative sex, meaning that the penis can enterthe vagina without pain to the vagina-owner. It could also be difficult to findexactly where to put the penis, because generally penis-owners don’t know muchabout what they’re looking for (especially if you’re both virgins), andvagina-owners can’t see what’s going on. So keeping a sense of humor and a lineof communication is super important. Sex is WEIRD. It’s just weird and bizarrewhen you start thinking about it (at least to me, on the asexual spectrum), andacknowledging that and realizing that it won’t be some glamorous tangle oflimbs set to romantic music like on the TV is going to go a long way toward making your experience somuch more positive, and much less awkward.

Mentioned Worries

Re:not wanting it to be awkward. Luckily, it won’t have to be emotionally awkward or embarrassing if y’all go into it with the same expectations, and those expectations are realistic. There’s physical awkwardness, like how a box that’s not heavy but is weirdly shaped is “awkward,” and that’s going to happen no matter what because you’ve never had experience with how to do this sex thing, and you’re not sure where to put your limbs or how to move around another person. But what can be avoided is FEELING awkward, emotional awkwardness, and that’s done through having realistic expectations of what sex is and how it works, and of knowing that both of you are on the same page with this, and are interested in making it work for both of you.

You also mentioned being worried you won’t make your husband happy–I want you to knowboth that this is fine and a good desire (to make him happy), but that it’s not your responsibility to sexually please your husband, and sex is something for BOTH of you. It’s not all on you, it literally takes two to make itwork. Sex isn’t all about him; if it’s something you want to share in yourrelationship, it should be something you want to make work for you, as well as for him. So he has as much responsibility to you as you do to him, to be respectful of your boundaries especially as youfirst get introduced to sex, and to “take care of you” as much as you dofor him. Sex with a new partner is going to take trial and error indiscovering what you both like and dislike, and it’s okay and necessary to be vocal andsay “Please don’t do that” if you need to. I know that you WANT to make him happy, and that’s excellent, because hopefully he wants to do that for you, too! Just know that if sex is kind of weird at first, or y’all can’t quite figure out what’s up on night one, it doesn’t mean you’ve failed as a partner, that you let him down, or that you won’t be able to satisfy each other in the future (even the near future). Adjust expectations so that your first experience isn’t about having the most amazing sex you’ll ever have (more on that in a bit), but about discovering this new facet of your relationship together.

You also mentioned you were afraid of ithurting, and this is the most common fear about sex. You probably heard or readstuff about “breaking the hymen” or “tearing” or something like that.While some girls will have small tears in the hymen (the flap of skin thatsometimes partially covers the vaginal opening), a lot of girls won’t, and thisskin stretches as the physical sexual response (sometimes calledsimply “arousal”) progresses. It’s also less likely to tearor “break” during sex if you’ve used tampons before, because tampons sometimesactually rupture the hymen just by their nature. (This isn’t to say you shouldstart using tampons if you’re not comfortable, of course.) If the hymen doesrupture, you might experience a bit of bleeding, but it’s nothing a pad can’thandle (much MUCH less than a period, more like getting a small cut on yourarm). Sometimes you won’t notice a rupture til after sex if you’re really intoit, but you might also feel it or feel it about to start. If that happens and it hurts, bevocal and tell your partner to stop. You don’t have to hurt during sex, youdon’t owe that to anyone. In fact, you owe it to yourself to NOT endure painjust for someone else’s pleasure. So it might be worth talking to your fiancebeforehand and having a stop-word, which can literally just be “Stop.” Butboth of you should understand going into this that either one of you has the right tosay “no more” at any point.

It may also be worth considering getting somelubricant (”lube”) if you’re really worried about pain, because most pain comesfrom insufficient biological lubrication or insufficient stretching of thevaginal opening, and lube can help with both. Many people find it super fun toapply to each other, apparently, and it can certainly be useful when you’rejust starting out and both new to this idea. (also, if using a condom, lube is important because sometimes the material can irritate the sensitive skin of the vagina and labia) But the most important things youtwo can do for each other as you embark on this adventure together are to bewilling to voice your opinions and feelings, and also to take time to get toknow each others’ bodies and preferences. That’s more or less part of what the honeymoon is for.

Also, make sure you go to the gynecologistbefore you get married. It’s might be awkward or feel a bit embarrassing, but super important in making sureyou’re healthy for sex (just know that gyns do this for a living and have literally seen it all, so your body won’t be a big deal, and they aren’t judging you). And if you happen to have a problem like vaginismus(painful spasms or contractions of the vaginal opening that prevent anythingfrom entering, including tampons or medical equipment) or an obstructive hymen,the Gyn can tell you and help you with that. You can also ask them questions you have about sex, and some Gyns have tools you can use at home to “stretch” the vaginal opening (it’s not generally necessary and is more for psychological assistance than huge physical benefit, but some people who are truly small might actually need a bit of help there, so it’s up to you). You will also probably want birthcontrol, or to discuss options about birth control unless y’all are planning ona baby right away. (Also he should go to the doc and get a checkup, too, justto be safe, and if he’s ever had other sexual partners at any time in the past, he should get checkedfor STDs.)

The Big Important Thing to Remember

Please know:Wedding night sex isn’t going to be the best sex you’ll ever have ever. Cultures inwhich waiting is the expectation or norm (Christianity is the big one for this)tend to promote this idea that your wedding night will be a big amazing reward for waiting, and isgoing to be the most important and pleasurable sex you’ll ever have in your whole entire life and if it isn’t, you’ve done something wrong. It creates a huge amount of pressure surrounding what can already be an emotionally laden experience. But studies on sexual satisfactionshow that couples who have been together for years have the greatest levels ofsatisfaction. So please don’t go into it expecting that your first intercourseis going to make it or break it. It’s more than likely going to be a bit weird even though it will hopefully also be fun and pleasurable, but you’ll have better sex as time goes on and you get to know eachother and figure out what the heck you’re doing.

Think of it this way: say you LOVE music, and have always wanted to play a piano. You’ve never gotten to be around a real piano before, but playing the piano is a lifelong dream. Are you going to expect yourself to be able to play Mozart the first time you walk into a room with a piano? No! That doesn’t mean that the experience of sitting down at a piano for the first time won’t be euphoric and a fulfillment of a dream, but you can’t go into it thinking or expecting that you’ll be a master the first time you touch the keys. Look at little kids meeting a piano– they just smash around on the keys and it sounds awful to US as adults who know what it “should sound like” and who might even know how to read music and play a bit, but that kid is having the time of their life experiencing the magic of music and of playing the piano. First having sex is like that. It probably won’t be perfect, and you may look back on it years down the road and kind of go “wow we were goofy and weird,” but it can still be fun as long as you aren’t expecting perfection going in. So no, your wedding night isn’t going to be The Objectively Best Sex Ever, and you probably won’t be quite sure what you’re doing and might even be kind of bad at it, but that doesn’t mean it won’t also be nice and wonderful. You’re not doing something wrong if you aren’t over the moon with your first experience; it just means you have something even better to look forward to figuring out and experiencing together! Especially if both of you are virgins, you may have a bit of a time figuring out how things work, but that’s not a sign of failure.

Plus, when you’ve been culturally surrounded by a narrative of taboo, it can feel mentally scary to suddenly engage in something that used to be off-limits in the biggest of ways. That’s why talking about it frankly is important (and why I have no problem with discussing sex in educational terms!), and why it’s important to discuss with your partner throughout y’all’s sexual life together.

Sex is messy, there’s fluids everywhere, people get sweaty, bodies are weird, and our brains are weird. But I hope knowing all this can help you feel a bit more prepared, and a bit more comfortable. I know this was long and a ton of info, but I’m super passionate about making sure people are educated thoroughly about this stuff, because I never knew any of it growing up. Our school lied to the state about sex-ed; we were supposed to have it, and they didn’t, but said they did. I never got the sex talk because I wasn’t interested in guys OR girls (I was ace and had no clue, another place education failed all of us), so my mom never told me anything about it. I learned a lot in college through classes and through academic research, and then more when I switched to health as a major (and became enraged that we don’t talk about this stuff!!).

So I hope that despite being long-winded, it can be a useful reference, and hopefully put some worries to rest or at least take it down a notch. And do let me know if you have further questions, or if this was totally off the mark for what you were looking for!

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the-anime-idiot · 5 years

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Okay, so I practically made up the structure of this story, and I won’t fic it because I can’t and won’t. I’ll be using the 1998 version as a reference and overall guide because for some reason I haven’t seen the 1961 version. (I promise I will when I can!) Also, this won’t have any Claire/Jack romance because ew and Claire’s gf/wife Kaia would come in the second “movie” when Jack and Claire are grown up, like in The Parent Trap 2.

Starting with how the breakup went and the camp our two protagonists went to, as well as their fight that got them in the secluded cabin.

Another time the world is saved, or just a hunt gone really wrong. Both Cas and Dean do something so stupid they have a full on argument. There’s books swept off tables and choice words said. Dean is the one that storms off, saying he’s going to take a drive. This time Sam knows he’s not coming back anytime soon. Cas takes Jack because somehow he was brought up in the argument. Jack flies them both to London so they can relax and Jack can learn Enochian and anything else he wants. Dean drives to Sioux Falls and picks up Claire, and they both go on a huge hunting trip across the states until they reach California, where they stop and make a small living. (At this point, most monsters are kept under control and the Men of Letters is running steadily.)

Sam has tried for many years to get Dean and Cas back together, but they are really pissed at each other and the hate only grew after the years. About a year into their “divorce” and Sam practically giving up due to his new duties, Cas calls about a summer camp Jack could go to in the states. Something about terrible camps in England and the photography business (What?). Sam realises holy shit they could get back via parent trap and recommends a small camp in wherever that accepts and doesn’t discriminate genders. (This will be relevant later)

Sam then calls Dean to recommend the same camp, so Claire can have time to make friends or whatever and Dean can work on his auto shop some more (taking after Bobby, of course).

Cut to about a week later when both Claire and Jack go to this camp. They both play poker, and eventually challenge each other to a poker game. Jack loses because Claire has practised more and their shenanigans build up. After Claire’s entire cabin almost burns down, Claire and Jack are sent into a secluded cabin where they have to make up. (This is where the gender thing comes in, because most camps would never allow them to be in the same woods tbh)

In the cabin, Claire shoves her stuff under the bed and doesn’t talk. Jack pins up some pictures of Cas, and one ripped up photo of Dean, who looks very happy.

After a painstaking week of glaring at each other and planning each other’s death, Claire storms up to Jack, preparing to cuss him out for doing some things. It was an excuse on her part to make Jack comply and get a look at his weird photos. As they are arguing, Claire notices that the photos are of Cas and Jack. She stops and asks Jack about them. Jack replies that Cas is his father, well, one of them. He didn’t want to talk about Dean. Claire then spots the photo that looked ripped in half and asks about it. Jack breaks and tells her it‘s his other father, but after a big fight they ripped their one favourite photo and secretly took each other’s side. Claire explains that Dean is her father and Cas was her other, but after that very same fight Dean took her in. She hurriedly grabs a photo from her little box under her bed. She brings it to Jack. It’s a photo of Cas, who is beaming, looking at the ripped side of the photo. They put two and two together (quite literally) and temporarily tape their two halves together.

They still had to act pissed at each other during the day, but after hours they devised a plan to get Dean and Cas back together. Claire happily cuts off her hair, saying it was too long for hunting anyway. Jack hesitantly lets Claire pierce his left ear, insisting it would complete the look. Then, with some makeup and choice clothes, they finally had a good disguise to fool people long enough to get each other to opposite ends of the world.

When Claire gets to London, she storms up to Cas (who was on a call) and, after the call, just stares at him. He flips out, because “holy shit this is my vessel’s child” and demands to know how and why the hell is she here and where is Jack. Claire explains how Jack is in Cali and they want Cas and Dean to get together. Also Sam basically set this up, and they had 3 days before Jack got to Cali (Claire drove to the camp, and Dean had some hunters escort her just in case) so they better make a quick plan to exchange children and (hopefully) make up their little fight. Cas, with the help of Sam and Claire, makes a plan to meet each other in a cool resort in California.

Jack took a direct route home, keeping in mind how to text Dean like Claire. [Dean and Claire both unimanimously agreed to not call each other. Dean can sometimes hears Cas in Claire, and Claire finds it easier to text anyway.] After about a day, Dean texted Claire Jack that they should meet up at a resort in a few day’s time. Just because why not. Jack texted back the a-okay, just like Claire had instructed him. Sam called Jack, who answered. They talked for a bit about their lives since the “divorce” and then how the plan was going to go.

A few days later, everyone arrives at the resort, Dean being slightly late so Claire and Jack can exchange phones and then Claire can pretend she drove all the way. Dean meets with Claire first, curious about her new look, which she explains as “trying to look like Jody a bit, to remind her of family and not leaving anyone behind.” (Sneaky plotsposition by Claire)

Claire, Jack and Sam arrange a dinner so that Dean and Cas can meet again. It’s a little spot by the sea. Cas comes first, early as always. Dean is escorted to his table, confused as to why Claire isn’t there when —

Cas smiles, wearing his same old trench. He looked as handsome as ever. Dean wore his fed suit, expecting this to be a daddy/daughter dinner.

Dean and Cas have a romantic and kind of awkward dinner. Cas explains everything and the two of them eventually make up. The trio of trouble watches this from a separate room in the restaurant, all sighing in joy when Dean and Cas look to be back together.

Dean and Cas go for a walk on a nearby deserted pier and the trio who set this up go back to the resort hotel to relax and celebrate. Dean and Cas come back to the resort with eyes shining. (They kissed!) Everyone stays at the resort for a couple more days. They retake that old picture, now with Claire and Jack. Dean and Cas officially get married (thank you California for your legal marriage laws) and go on a honeymoon to a nice spot in Mexico that cute hunter couple from the Chitters episode recommended. Dean, Cas, Claire and Jack live a happy domesticated life in California while Sam runs a basically perfected Men of Letters. Sam always checks up on the happy family, bringing cool gifts from hunts on birthdays and anniversaries.

Fin

Wow. That took ages. Thank you anyone who decided to listen. Maybe I should actually make a movie script for this. Also, thank you to the kind soul who gave me idea for how Jack and Claire would switch. I honestly could not have thought of a way besides “they stole each other’s IDs and somehow didn’t get caught by anyone.” Happy Pride Month, y’all, and have a nice day!

#supernatural #the parent trap #destiel

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imissthefire · 5 years

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Kierarktina Kids Headcanons pt 5

The fifth installment is finally here! Wow! As always, here are the links for: part 1, part 2, part 3, and part 4.

I hope y’all enjoy this set, I went with a pretty soft and chill bit here. I’m gonna give y’all a heads-up now, there isn’t much Kieran in this one and I lowkey didn’t really realise it until I finished this set. That being said, I will be posting another set of these within the next few days (hopefully) to make up for it!

· Kalli and Lia are quick to bond and get pretty close to each other

· Lia does her best to be a good example to her baby sister and is always trying to convince her parents that she should take Kalli out of her crib to play

· “Lia, she can’t support her own head, she can’t do that yet”

· “No, but I can hold her, it’s okay, we can still play together”

· “No, Thalia, you can’t”

· This frustrates Lia a little bit that she isn’t allowed to have Kalli out alone, but she understands to a point

· Kalli is a big time Mama’s Girl, she loves Cristina and no one makes her as happy and calm as her

· It’s obvious to all the parents that she gravitates mostly to Tina, but it becomes a fun competition between Mark and Kieran to see who can be her favourite dad

· It’s completely harmless because they all know that at the end of the day, Kalli loves all her parents equally, even if she’s clingier to her mum

· So, Mark and Kieran are lowkey trying to out-do the other and see who can make Kalli smile the most

· They keep score of it too, it’s wonderful

· Of course they still give Lia the attention that she wants and needs, there’s no neglect there

· Lia eventually catches on that they’re trying to entertain Kalli when she notices a little scoreboard on the wall higher up in the nursery at the cottage

· So, ever the diplomat, Lia will cling on to one of her dads more than the other for the day so she can try and even out the score

· It’s a wholesome time and it really brings the whole family together to just be with each other, even if they’re sometimes doing things just to entertain the other

· No one’s ever left out, Lia gets to spend time with whoever isn’t trying to entertain Kalli, and Kalli has revolving attention on her

· Hop ahead a bit, Lia’s now 4, Kalli is just over a year old

· Kalli has a very basic vocabulary, they like to attribute it to how much time Lia spends talking to her about all the fun they’re gonna have when she’s a bit older

· So she picked up a lot as she grew older

· At 7 months, Kalli spoke her first word, it was “wia”

· When they realised she was calling out for her big sister, the parents all cried, it was so Wholesome™

· Anyway, back to the now

· So, the family is currently at their apartment in NY

· The apartment has two bedrooms, the girls share one, and Mark and

Tina (and occasionally Kieran when he can get an excuse to slip out of Faerie) share the other

· So the girls are in their room, Lia having a bit of play time before one of her parents will come put her to bed

· She has a set of toys out on the floor and is having a pretend tea party with her favourite ones

· Kalli’s half asleep in her crib, but Lia really wants to hang out with her little sister

· So, she does the only logical thing she can think of

· Lia climbs over the bars to Kalli’s crib and sits beside her

· Kalli kinda just stares at her, but she starts smiling all big and sweet, crawling over to be closer to Lia

· The girls kind of just hang out there, Lia stands up and grabs one of the picture books from a nightstand that sits beside Kalli’s crib and opens it up

· Lia can’t really read, but then again, she’s just five

· She can make out some words, but they mostly just look at the pictures

· The books was given to them as a gift by their uncle Adaon when Kalli was born, it had a bunch of Faerie stories often told and shared with young children of the Fae

· There were some interesting stories in it, one about a mermaid who swam through the oceans and ravaged shipwrecks, another about an elusive goblin who lived in tunnels beneath Faerie that nobody really knew about, even a story about The Wild Hunt

· Lia’s favourite story, however, was one about a young Pixie who would steal off every night to the mortal world, bringing back secrets and stories, selling them away for the price of a kiss in hope of finding love

· She didn’t quite understand the workings of a kiss for a story, but she liked the idea of stealing away to come back with treasures in the words heard in the shelter of the night sky

· Kalli liked a story that was about a Princess of an old court that once had been

· She didn’t understand the story too well, but she liked the pictures and found the Princess’s dresses to be very eye-catching

· So, Lia did her best to sort of read the stories to Kalli

· She had heard the story of the Pixie enough times that she could kind of explain it from memory, but again, the two of them mostly flipped through the book and looked at the pictures

· While the girls are in their room being Wholesome™, Tina’s in the room next to them having a small panic

· She got word from the Alliance that there needed to be an emergency meeting that night as there was an outbreak of demons thanks to a warlock and faerie who got drunk and decided it would be fun to summon a lesser demon

· Only they messed up big time and summoned a small hoard of them instead

· So now, there’s demons on the loose in the Bronx and they would need to apprehend the warlock and faerie, and also deal with the demons

· Wonderful times

· When Mark comes in, she tells him about it and realises that they can’t bring the girls with them, or leave them at the NY Institute for the meeting, as it would likely result in a few days of work and a mission that they would most likely be set out on

· Since there’s been a lot of activity in the courts, they can’t send them off to Kieran

· Time to call up some aunts and uncles

· Hop ahead a few hours, a portal was opened and the girls are soon to be in LA with their aunts Aline, Helen, Dru, and Emma; and Uncles Julian, and Tavvy.

· Ty had just left LA a few days ago, he’s looking into strange activity in Dubai with a few other Centurions

· Emma and Julian love babysitting

· They often take care of Helen and Aline’s kids when they need to, but over all just love spending time with their nieces and nephews

· Helen and Aline have 2 kids, one boy and a girl

· Their daughter was an orphaned young Shadowhunter found wandering the outskirts of Belgium not long after the Cohort closed off Idris when she was just four years old

· Their son is two years younger than his sister, but four years older than Lia

· He was a changeling child that was discovered with a clan of wild fae who were found with a small group of many other changeling and half fae children

· Unfortunately, having been on the run from both courts, and the children being either half mortal or fully mortal, they were all very sickly and he along with one other were the only ones to survive when the wild fae clan had caught

· The other child had gone to a mortal family, and the boy found his way to the Unseelie lands and was discovered sleeping at the base of a willow tree in tattered clothing

· He and Lia got along very well, but he was incredibly shy around anyone outside of the family

· Anyway, when it came time for the girls to go, Helen had come through to get them as the girls travelling along by portal was risky and also because Kalli can’t really even walk without stumbling, so that was another concern

· Once the girls arrived, Helen took them to the kitchen, immediately going into full-on Mother Mode™, making sure they were okay, that portaling hadn’t made them sick, that they were well fed and okay

· Kalli whined, wanting to go to bed, Lia was asking about her cousins, wondering where they were

· Though when they had left NY it was night, it was only evening in LA, so her cousins were still up and wandering about

· Kalli kept fussing, trying to squirm out of Helen’s arms

· Hearing the commotion, Dru peeked her head out from around the corner and was excited to see the girls

· Lia ran up and hugged her, Kalli kept her whining

· Dru asked Helen if she would be able to take Kalli off her hands, and Helen let her

· It was as if being in her arms, everything went calm

· Kalli calmed her fussing and nestled into Dru’s shoulder

· Helen was amused by Kalli’s temperamental self, but was also not surprised

· Dru was so good with kids despite always saying she hated babysitting

· She’s such a liar, she loves spending time with her nieces and nephew

· Hop ahead, it’s been about two days since they arrived in LA

· Lia can be found running around the Institute with her cousins, playing various games

· Her oldest cousin has been doing a lot of studying, and she’s started to train as she will be getting her first runes in just over a year, so she’s not always able to play with the younger ones

· Kalli spent a lot of time clinging to her various aunts and uncles

· She spent a lot of time with Julian and Emma, the pair of them love taking her out down to the beach

· Julian can’t get her to leave him alone though, it’s adorable

· She clings to him more than the others and he absolutely loves it

· Emma’s lowkey jealous, but it doesn’t bother her

· If anything, she understands Kalli, she wishes she could just cling to Julian all day too

· The girls end up being out in LA for just shy of a week

· They enjoy their stay, but they’re really starting to miss their parents

· By day six of being in LA, they’re really antsy, Kalli won’t talk to anyone except for Lia, and it’s only to tell her she misses her mama and daddies

· Lia tries to be comforting, but by that sixth day, she’s really feeling it too and misses her parents

· Their cousins try and help keep them busy and play with them, but they also let the girls have their space because sometimes they just need to be on their own

· Finally, the evening of the sixth day, Mark and Tina portal to LA to pick up the girls

· Julian and Emma had just finished helping them get ready for bed when they arrived, and the girls were elated to see two of their parents

· When Cristina sees them run up and hug her and Mark, she gets super emotional

· She’s so happy to have them back, she feels bad that the mission ended up taking much longer than anticipated

· Later that evening, Mark really starts to notice that something’s up with Tina

· They decide to stay the night there as they don’t want to really rush the girls back home after they’ve already mostly settled in for bed

· So, they get a little time to have hug time and a snack, but are back off to bed

· Mark’s suspicion of something being up with Tina picks back up when they head off to Mark’s old room to go to sleep

· During their whole mission, something’s been up

· He decides to head off to shower real quick before heading to bed, trying to get his mind straight and figure out what might be going on

· Tina’s been a bit off lately, and she’s currently curled up on the bed around a pillow listening to a playlist with fae music

· It’s not that she’s never done that before, but he hadn’t seen her like this since when she was pregnant with Kalli

· Oh

· It hits him then that he might have an idea what’s up

· It starts making sense

· Her emotions being a bit all over, her very particular wants and needs, the way she was being more defensive when they were battling demons rather than being more direct in attack

· Oh wow

· She’s pregnant again

· He tries not to overthink it, but when he’s in the shower, his mind likes to play a game called let’s think about everything right now and panic

· So, he lets his mind run in circles

· He does attempt to rationalise the thoughts

· Since Lia and Kalli, they don’t often have nearly as much—ahem—bedroom time

· But like

· The triad do still manage to find time to be intimate with each other

· After a long enough time to letting his mind whirl, he heads back into the bedroom

· He notices that Cristina’s curled up tighter around the pillow and the music she’s playing is much softer now, but still very distinctly Faerie music

· Mark does his best not to disturb her when he sits down next to her, but she immediately looks up at him and rolls over into his lap

· He gladly scoops her up in his arms, holding her close

· It’s Wholesome™

· She looks up at him, biting her bottom lip nervously

· “Mark, we need to talk”

· Before she can even say it, Mark asks her if she’s pregnant again

· She holds his gaze for a minute before nodding and resting her head against his shoulder

· Mark partly wants to go off a little for her having gone on the mission, but he knows that she’s fully capable of kicking ass while pregnant

· Like, she’s done it twice before, she knows her body

· But he still is like oh shit, what if…

· But he stops himself from thinking anything bad

· Anyway, that night they’re all extra cuddly, Mark holds Cristina close to him, one hand wrapped around her resting on her belly

· The next morning, they’re setting off to head back to NY

· The courts have been killer, Kieran hasn’t had a break

· It’s tragic, even though they all desperately want to see each other, they cannot

· Mark and Tina think about baby names just a little, wondering when to tell the girls about it

· She says it’s still really early, about 7 weeks in, and she doesn’t want to risk telling them should something to wrong

· Mark asks Cristina about when she’s going to tell Kieran about it

· She awkwardly explains that he already knew

· The last time they had seen Kieran was nearly two weeks ago, and she felt bad that she hadn’t told Mark about it until now

· He’s quick to mention how they had only been home from Faerie for 2 days before they were pulled into an emergency mission

· Guilt still exists, Tina wishes she told Mark sooner

· The only reason Kieran figured it out was that he had pointed out that something was different about her, he could sense something

· Dammit, stupid faerie instincts, she had thought to herself

· She wound up telling him, but he was excited about it

· Ever since they’d had Lia, he had been a little happier

· Really, ever since the three of them had come together, he’d been happier, but seeing their family grow just was the cherry on top

· His hair was rarely pitch dark when they were all together, reflecting his ease and peace of mind

· This family is so Wholesome™ and I would die for them

· Okay, back on track

· Time jump to about a week later

· Everyone’s missing Kieran

· They always get the Daddy-less Depression™ when they’re away from him for too long

· Mark and Cristina start wondering if they should just,,, possibly move in to the cottage

· They’ve been going back and forth for nearly six years, they’ve made it work, but with their girls growing up—and another baby on the way—it’s hard to rationalise letting them grow-up without their other dad

· Yeah, sometimes Mark or Cristina alone will take the girls to visit Kieran while the other stays back to handle Alliance business, but it’s not the same

· Living in two separate houses makes it hard to have a home

· So, with that in mind, they start considering that their next trip to Faerie being one of their last trips, and plan out how they would manage to live there as their home, occasionally pop back and forth to the mortal world for Alliance things, rather than pop back and forth to Faerie for Kieran

· It just makes more sense that way for them

· We gonna yeet ahead another two days, a trip to Faerie has been organised, but Kieran is unaware of it

· They know that when he’s not in the cottage, he’s often staying in the towers, but they hope that he will be able to come to the cottage within a few days of them getting there

· So, in the morning, Mark, Tina, Lia, and Kalli have packed up some stuff for their planned stay

· Slowly, they’ve subconsciously been bringing more and more of their things there, they’ve already been making the cottage their home without realising it

· Anyway, once they’re there, they are quick to settle in and unpack what things they brought

· The girls were very adamant on bringing some more toys with them, and some of their books

· They highkey love the Faerie book that they got, it’s their fave and, even though Lia’s only met her uncle Adaon once, she loves him as much as she does her other ones

· They also brought along some Spanish books that their Grandma Carmen got them

· She’s always pushing them a bit to speak Spanish with her and learn about all sides of their family

· It’s wonderful, Lia loves her grandma and the books she gets her

· Even though Lia’s reading is pretty limited, her spoken Spanish is nearly as good as her English, so it’s going well

· Back on topic

· The girls are both fussy when they get there, Tina’s tired but Mark is pretty content

· He always feels a bit more comfort when he’s in Faerie, though he’d never openly admit it

· He asks the girls if they want to go on a little walk while Tina gets some rest

· Lia, surprisingly, objects to it

· Kalli is nodding, reaching up at Mark’s hand

· She’s getting better at walking, but she’s just over a year old and is very wobbly

· It’s the cutest thing, she’s lowkey really clumsy

· With Lia objecting, Tina being tired, they decide against the walk

· Kalli frowns at the cancelled plan, but is happy to pull Mark along with her to her and Lia’s room

· Lia wanders in to grab a blanket before climbing into her bed and wrapping herself up

· Kalli goes over to one of the bags they brought and pulls out the big Faerie book

· She asks Mark to read to her, pulling him over to an area with a few cushions strewn about

· He sits on one and Kalli crawls into his lap, looking at the book in his hands

· She helps him pick a story, settling on one about a Hobgoblin who lived in a brambleberry bush and could play the most beautiful music

· Halfway through, she’s rocking back and forth, humming a tune to a song as they read

· Life’s so nice sometimes

· Lia shuffles out of her bed, dragging herself cloaked in a blanket over to Mark’s side, leaning against him as he continues to read the story

· He’s so emo for his babies, he feels so Warm™ and Soft™, it’s wonderful

· When that story is finished, he scans through the book and sees the one about The Wild Hunt

· The girls sort of know that he and Kieran were part of the Hunt a few years before they were born, but they don’t really talk much about it

· But upon seeing the story, blanket-engulfed Lia asks if he can read that one

· So he does, occasionally correcting some slight inaccuracies, but not getting in too deep about it

· When they’re about halfway through the story, Kalli’s fallen asleep, she’s leaning back into Mark’s shoulder snoring lightly

· Lia’s hardly keeping her eyes open

· Mark goes to shut the book, but Lia puts a lazy hand out, holding it open

· “How does the story end, papa?” she asks, her voice hardly any louder than a whisper

· “The stories of the Hunt don’t truly ever end, my dear Lia. Perhaps one day I can share with you some of the adventures your father and I have went on in our time in the Hunt,” he ponders, keeping his voice low as to not wake up Kalli

· Lia nods, her eyes fluttering as she struggles to stay awake

· Mark sets the book down on a cushion beside him, standing up gently with Kalli in his arms

· He sets her down in her crib before walking back over to Lia—who has now sprawled out on the cushions with her blanket covering her

· He gently picks her up, bringing her to her bed

· He tucks her in, kissing her forehead as he bids her sweet dreams

· When the girls are in bed, he puts the book up on a dresser on the side of the room

· He looks back at the scene before him—his two girls fast asleep, their faces calm and happy

· It’s moments like these where Mark feels a tug in his heart

· Having left his young siblings, missing many of them growing up, it brings him joy to see his own children growing up, knowing that they will have him there, knowing that he won’t ever have to leave his family ever again

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lovetnaomi · 4 years

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Secrets of the Dusk Chapter 14

Chapter 14

When Uraraka woke up in the morning, she least expected to find an unfamiliar woman, standing in a towel, making herself breakfast.

The woman smiled, glancing at her, “Almost done, be a dear and hand me some plates?” She paused, seeming to realize that no one had told Uraraka she was in the house.

“Sorry, I was invited over last night, Shouto-dear needed a favor.” Her lips twitched into what she could almost call a smile. She was being teased. This woman was teasing her. Her now-blonde hair swished to the other side of her shoulder, “Do you know where he keeps the spare clothes? I haven’t been able to make it back to my cabin in a couple of days-oh, right, my old ones got burned. Took the liberty of taking a shower while I was at it. I’m sure you know the drill.” She smiled, her hand twirling in the air as she dragged plates steadily towards her.

A small burst of warmth ran through Uraraka’s chest, anyone else less rational wouldn’t have bothered to think the words over. Likely, each excuses. Uraraka swallowed, she didn’t have time for jealousy, it wasn’t as though they were an item either. “I’ll get you some of mine.” She whispered moving back to her room quickly. She didn’t have time for jealousy. That was the witch of the forest, only the fog of sleep clouding her memory. The witch of the forest had looked a lot younger the night that they had met, but now she looked mature, older, calmer. But Uraraka knew she would have to remember that in what constituted what they could call their backyard she kept her ex-boyfriend. Sure, she had her reasonings, but that didn’t mean she could ignore the vast amount of power this woman was capable of. Uraraka rummaged through her drawers, pulling out what she finally thought would suit the witch before returning to the kitchen, where an argument between the witch and Katsuki was steadily unveiling.

“Who told you, you could touch those?” Katsuki snapped.

“And who forgot that I own this place?” The witch of the forest snapped at him, dragging the dishes back through the air.

The clothes lowered in Uraraka’s arms watching the witch steadily and fluidly control the motions of the cutlery through the air, temptation to take the bracelet off buzzing around her wrist. Oh, how she wanted to drag the cutlery around the house with little to no thought, the dishes swinging in the air as a form of a dance. Her eyes moving to Katuski, “Am I a witch? Can I do that?” The target of the jealousy swirling around in her chest.

The witch of the forest laughed, “Typically, witches don’t get sick from their own magic. But I rely on the moon. Unfortunately, the new moon is really soon, so I’m hoping y’all will let me kick it at the home I own tonight.”

Katsuki scoffed, “Scared witch?”

“I’m just hoping you don’t think of making a blood mess in the home you live in.” The witch laughed.

Katsuki caught the pot that flew back at him, “Don’t make a blood mess in my home and we’ll be even.” He snapped, annoyance already raging in his eyes. The rubies shifting to Uraraka in the doorway, “Uraraka, meet the witch of the forest, last night’s stowaway.”

The witch scoffed, “Typically, when you ask someone for a favor you at least offer them a place to stay.”

Uraraka nodded moving closer to her, “I brought you back some clothes, they’ll probably fit you.”

“My name is Seraphina, at your leisure, thanks for the clothes, I’ll be right back.” She smiled before disappearing into the other room. Uraraka found herself at the table seated across from Katsuki, plates in front of both of them and two spare plates on the table.

“She seems pleasant.”

Katsuki scoffed, staring down at the food sitting in front of him, “Pleasant people don’t trap serial killers in our backyard.”

Soft feet padded behind her, Todoroki sliding in the chair between them, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the pancake on the plate, “Thanks.” A soft mumble rumbled from him as he shuffled around for the fork that wasn’t on the table.

“Don’t eat anything yet.”

Uraraka glanced between the two, waiting for someone to say something about Seraphina. Or why she was in the household.

“Oh, y’all haven’t started without me, how polite.” Seraphina dragged the chair, placing the utensils onto the table, before glancing towards Uraraka, “I won’t be around often, but you know, just for the full moon. Let’s work on your magic when I am here.”

Uraraka smiled, someone was actually offering her to work on her magic instead of stuffing it away and acting like it didn’t exist. She glanced at her bracelet, a tinge of guilt. There was a reason for it. They were protecting her. She attempted to keep her eyes from sliding towards Todoroki. It was protecting her from Todoroki’s aura suffocating her. But-her mind was going through the pros and cons, she wanted to be able to protect herself. She needed to know what she could do with it. This was a part of her.

“She’s gotten sick from using her powers.”

“Yeah, that’s cuz she doesn’t have anything to rely on to manifest those powers. She’s using her brain. And let me tell you, that hurts. Surprised you two didn’t try to take her to the hospital the first time she used her powers.”

Katsuki opened his mouth only to receive an eye roll from the witch of the forest.

“You know I’m one of the most powerful witches of my generation. I don’t need to explain that to you, but that’s because I rely on the moon for power. She is an entity of magic.”

Uraraka glanced towards her, “Why not the sun?”

Seraphina shrugged, “aesthetic?”

“It’s too much power for a mortal body, essentially a witch’s body is still human,” Todoroki explained as Uraraka nodded, waiting for them to explain what she was doing there other than she owned the house. His eyes darted down to the table, likely recognizing that she was now wearing Uraraka’s clothes. “I asked her for a favor,” Todoroki whispered, his head seeming as if it was the heaviest thing in the world.

Seraphina nodded, “You actually might be able to get away from not wearing the bracelet for now, I used a lot of his own power to fix the problem.”

Uraraka nodded. That made sense. They were hiding what she was doing there because it was her fault in the first place. “Ah, that makes sense. So, the clothes. Yeah.” Uraraka shuffled, pushing the remnants of food into a Tupperware container and washing the dish. “I have classes,” She glanced towards Todoroki, seeming as though a college student on finals week. Exhausted. “I’ll walk myself home tonight.”

Katsuki glanced towards her, “I-“

“It’s okay. Work on what you need to.” She smiled before returning to her room. No one had dared to even approach them since the mall incident. And that seemed as though it was forever ago. Uraraka moved shuffling her books into her bag, hoping that her partners had gotten essentially the same amount she had gotten done on the weekend. She charged down the stairs and out the door before anyone was able to stop her, she had managed to make it down the mountain. Uraraka let out a breath, hopefully the most she could do for Todoroki was relieve the amount of demons swirling around the atmosphere in his territory.

Uraraka glanced at the crowd as she approached the sidewalk nearing the city, it was unusual for so many people to be gathered so close to Todoroki’s territory, and on top of that they were still pretty far from where other hordes of people were supposed to start appearing. She glanced towards the ruckus of what was the surrounding, police beginning to dart in to shoo on-lookers away. Uraraka took a breath, holding her tongue hoping the scent wouldn’t follow her back to Todoroki’s place. Dried blood caked the walls, blood laid across the ground like a freshly cut carpet in a new home. Uraraka swallowed, turning and rushing from the scene. Whoever was around was likely still looking over the evidence, watching the police destroy their idea of “artwork” from the distance. And she wasn’t going to find out who they were. One murderer at a time.

It didn’t take long before Uraraka slid herself into her seat still panting as Tsuyu gave her a questioning look, sliding into her chair next to her. She shrugged, “Got up late, didn’t want to be late.”

Tsuyu shuffled pulling books and utensils out of her bag, “You know if you asked Todoroki, I’m sure he would’ve been more than willing to bring you here. Especially since they never caught that mall thief.”

Uraraka nodded, “I actually….I don’t think the mall thief will be a problem anymore.”

Tsuyu raised an eyebrow.

“So, Todoroki’s family is in charge of you know-“ Emily slid into her desk across from Tsuyu, “that section, and he was a bit…like Katsuki. But not. Worse. So, I think the problems been taken care of. But they’ll never tell me. You know how they like their confidentiality.”

Tsuyu’s hand tightened around her notebook before she flipped the pages open, “I see.” Her eyes lingering down towards the notebooks. As far as she knew that meant she was living with two serial killers. But vigilante serial killers with a purpose. And Tsuyu wanted to be a cop instead of following her parents’ trail of supernatural killers. Tsuyu was pure, she was sure she was already working on a plan to get legal rights for supernatural creatures and protections and laws, even with beginning to understand. Even though she knew it was going to be a nearly impossible task in her lifetime.

Emily shuffled, sliding her laptop onto the desk, “So how are we all doing on this project?”

Tsuyu glanced towards her, reaching for a folder, “I managed to secure a couple of forensic files and the information from the last time the project was assigned, the last group struggled hardcore with this assignment. But one was a hoarder, so we at least have a starting point of where the murder started. After that, they narrowed down the time and I narrowed it down further. One would assume that the murder was quick, but I think it was a dragged-out fight that I eventually turned into the murderer realizing they couldn’t drag it out anymore. The murder was in more than one place.”

Emily nodded, “what does that mean?”

“We see if we can get two blood samples from the fight. There’s no way he produced that much blood on his own.” Tsuyu glanced down, glancing towards Uraraka, “he was definitely a fighter.”

Uraraka nodded, “I’ve secured an interview with the officer who handled the investigation, hopefully, they’ll give me permission to handle the files for this case. It shouldn’t be too bad since the case is considered closed.”

Emily sighed glancing towards the table, “Jasper knew a guy who was able to get him some evidence collections so he could sample near the scene and was working on getting a couple interviews gathered on who knew our victim. He was planning on doing leg work near the location of the murder after, but I haven’t heard from him since yesterday. He’s probably just still asleep,” She ran a hand through her hair, “I’m sorry, I know he’ll help out soon. You two are the best partners in a group project we’ve ever had so far.”

Uraraka smiled, “It’ll be okay, besides he’s probably tired from doing all that leg work yesterday while the rest of us were enjoying our break.”

Emily smiled, an appreciation for the understanding in her eyes, she pushed a piece of hair behind her ear before spinning the laptop, “So, I was thinking to start our presentation we can give a rough explanation and a warning, then there’s how we got to that information, our back-up evidence, and then any other similar murder circumstances we can list than pinpoint that if the murderers still in the area a general location or hunting ground.”

They spent the rest of the class chattering over how the project would go down, finishing the deviation of who was going to do what, as they each glanced up most of the class gone by now due to the lacking of their professor the class nearly over as the professor slid his way in, shoulder bag still over his arm as though he hadn’t had a chance to run to his office yet. “I apologize for those waiting for me and praise those who began their projects. We will not have class for the next two days as I’m in the middle of a murder investigation as of this morning,” a hushed wave and small whispers echoed through the class, “Do not panic, it was not necessarily close to here, but the school has decided to keep most of this under wraps. Please be wary about altering your peers and walk home carefully tonight. The college has decided to also continue classes. That is all. Miss Emily? Please come to my office with me.”

They glanced towards her as Emily heated shuffling to pack up her things, “I-“

The professor gave her a soft look before beckoning her to follow him quickly. Emily sent a quick look of apology of her shoulder before hurrying behind the professor. Uraraka glanced towards Tsuyu, her phone already blowing up, Tusyu glanced towards Uraraka, “They want me to help with the latest case.” Her hand tightened on the phone, “They’ve been so nice to you, I don’t think…if they asked…that I could kill someone like them.”

Uraraka took a breath, landing on Tsuyu’s shoulder, “You’re not killing them. Also, they would be mad if you didn’t fight to survive for yourself. Just don’t hunt someone like prey.” The words were unnecessary she knew that Tsuyu would never do that to anyone. She nodded. Tsuyu slid her phone back into her pocket, a frown still on her face, “Is Todoroki coming to get you later?”

A hand slid to her arm, “I-he’s weak right now. It’s my fault. My parents didn’t take well to him being a half-demon.”

Tsuyu raised an eyebrow, her mouth slightly agape, “You told them?”

“They just knew?” Uraraka shrugged, still not ready to call her parents and ask them how they knew. Or what they hadn’t told her yet. Or if they knew about her too. Clearly, they didn’t know exactly what to do in the supernatural community. But they knew what Todoroki was. And who to call that did enough damage that they needed to call a witch in to save his life.

Tsuyu nodded, “Take this opportunity and just go home.”

“I’ll be fine. Go join your parents.” Uraraka smiled, before Tsuyu left her side, a berating of the fact that she better call her later to make sure she made it home safely. And that the college’s expense would never equal out the cost of her life. Or the disaster those two would make of the town if anything were to happen to her, a slight teasing smile playing on Tsuyu’s lips before she was gone.

Uraraka sighed, knowing full well that Tsuyu would be mad that she had ignored the advice. But this place was expensive. Uraraka had full-well known the dangers of the city before she came and had decided to live on the streets. It wasn’t any more dangerous now that she knew the truths that she hadn’t known before. The danger level was the same, she just knew more about the city now. The classes passed quickly, even her favorite classes buzzed in her ears. She wanted to go to space, but her mind found itself preoccupied wandering through the filed of supernatural questions and murders. Maybe it wasn’t space she wanted, but adventure. The amount her mind was buzzing on this investigation was enough to make her consider changing majors. Her eyes slid to the astronomy window as the teacher dragged the lesson on as though they couldn’t fathom why students would want to take their class.

A familiar green outfit catching her eyes. In the parking lot stood Emily, surrounded by family, from the distance the only clue that tears were pouring down was that she kept wiping her face with her sleeve. Something had gone wrong. Uraraka swallowed, feeling herself pulse. The murder she had run by this morning. The buzzing in her fingertips that had told her to stop. Emily being called out of class. The professor attempting to hide the sadness lingering in his eyes and ushering the students to safely get home even though the college had told them to keep it under wraps. Jasper. Jasper was dead. Uraraka screeched her seat backward.

“Is there something wrong?” The professor sighed, clearly exasperated with even being there.

“I’m sorry I’m not feeling too hot.” She mumbled, shuffling her things away quickly and quietly as she could. If it wasn’t for the professor’s attention, she would’ve been able to quietly move out of the classroom without the entire class staring at her as though they were in junior high. Her face heating would at least hopefully make some of them assume that she was coming down with a rapid fever. The shoes of her feet clicked down the halls, throwing the doors open, Uraraka darted out to the parking lot. She needed to know. She couldn’t-Emily and her family were already gone. Uraraka swallowed watching the sunset, the professor’s words lingering in her head. She swallowed; the sun would be long set by the time she got halfway there. The metal of the knife felt hot against the cool air, clinging just under her pant leg. Her bracelet jangled in the air.

She couldn’t rely on them for everything, but maybe just this once. Uraraka glanced towards the sky, Todoroki was too weak tonight, but the new moon. Her grip tightened on her phone, dialing Katsuki’s number in trying not to feel guilty about it. Jasper had been murdered in the same way that he had been, would it be cruel to ask him to come get her? As she began sliding the phone back, Katsuki’s number lit up the screen.

“Hey,-“

“Did you want me to come get you?”

She was quiet, pondering it over, she didn’t want to bother him on his day off.

“If you want something, just say it.”

“Please. I’ll meet you half-way.” Uraraka smiled, as much as they yelled at each other it was clear that they cared more than they were capable of verbally admitting to each other. It shouldn’t have felt like a long trip to the halfway point, but it felt as though Uraraka found herself walking forever, the walk seemed to continue, only getting darker with each passing minute. And her thoughts along with it. How Jasper was out doing the legwork by himself the day before, he was looking for Katsuki’s murderer. And he had found him. Her eyes lingered towards the alley. Her eyes lingering up towards the metal balcony that the unfortunate tenant that had to live near a serial killers’ hunting ground. She sighed, pushing forwards it was already cruel that she was asking Katsuki to meet her near here. She couldn’t have him meet her any closer. She was sure the reason he was still here was between Todoroki trying to find a way to help, he was still hunting his murderer down.

Uraraka swallowed, glancing towards where Jasper had likely perished this morning, she hadn’t known him well, but the tears were starting to build as she considered the alley. He was so close. If Todoroki wasn’t injured, he might’ve heard him and been able to save him. At the end of this, it was her fault again, if either of them had heard the problem, Jasper fighting for his life they wouldn’t have been able to stop her from running to him. Even before she knew who he was. Her brain was wracking with ways that she should’ve been able to help him. Uraraka took a breath, moving passed the alley Jasper died in, it would be cruel to ask Katsuki to meet her here, where Jasper had died in such similar circumstances. He was a warning. And she knew what that warning was. There was a reason their professor had been called out to investigate. And there was a reason she needed to rush past this alley, but her feet drew her to the alley. Luring her, it was calling her. The same way Todoroki’s house radiated on the first day. Pulsing through her panic. But in the reverse. She didn’t feel comfort as she was drawn this way, she felt panic, but her feet drew her into the alley. She turned feeling her eyes glaze over as she began walking towards the alley.

In the center of the alley stood a man. Curling and uncurling his hand, not bothering to glance towards her as he stood in the middle of a blood puddle. Jasper’s blood puddle. The bracelet jangled at her wrist as Uraraka took a breath. Uraraka took several steps back from the officer. It was Officer Jenkins. Who she was supposed to be interviewing in two days. Who was standing in the spot where Jasper’s body was removed this morning. Uraraka swallowed, hoping he wouldn’t notice her, at least not while she was alone. He had lured her down this alley for a reason. Officer Jenkins was a supernatural. And not the kind anyone wanted to bump into in a dark alley. Uraraka’s hand moved to the bracelet, hand hooking through it. She’d break it if she had to, she would be ashamed giving it to Todoroki to fix. But at least she’d be able to give it to Todoroki.

He had the presence of a murderer. His eyes glanced towards her, the afterglow of red charging towards her before it was sent flying back, “Oi, watch where you’re aiming.” Katsuki shouted, pushing his way up from the ground, glaring back at what had charged towards her.

“Give me the girl.”

“Don’t fricken’ touch her.”

A smile spread through the officer’s face the way a predator found it’s new toy’s smile. Uraraka swallowed, reaching to unclasp the bracelet, Katsuki’s hand around her wrist. “I’ve got it.” He growled, softly to her, pushing both of them out of the alley.

“Trying to play the hero?” Jenkins moved to the wall, leaning against it, “How many times? How many times do you leave tasty morsels before me and expect to play the hero before you realize you’re just going to lose?” Jenkins laughed.

Within moments Uraraka found herself at the other end of the alley, held up by her neck, her feet kicking to find the ground once again as her hands grabbed for the man’s hands, the other attempting lessen the pressure by pushing pressure onto the joint near the elbow. A sparkle in Jenkins’ eyes-he loved to kill, this was a game. His hair followed his movement glancing towards Katsuki. He was teasing him. “Didn’t you ever wonder what happened to the last one the little green-haired one you tried protecting?” He scoffed, “I honestly, thought about grabbing that green-haired girl off the streets, I thought it’d be fun to do it all over again with similar circumstances. You know do the whole nine yards again since you haven’t come begging to me for help yet. Can you imagine my surprise when I found out you were alive?”

Katsuki’s eyes shifted between her and Jenkins, his foot moving closer slightly.

“Maybe, we’ll do something a little different since the circumstances are different this time. Jenkins glanced towards her, “I’m surprised that you’ve gotten so close to the answers, killed little Jasper this morning. Had to sit there with him to make sure he was actually dead. Oof, big mess making sure he was in little pieces, but you? You’re smart.” Jenkins paused, “What do you think about her joining us?”

Before Katsuki move, Jenkins was pulling at her collar, his breath on her neck. The bracelet snapped, as she pushed him back against the other wall, Katsuki between the two of them, wearing a smirk of pride on his face and concern pushed back in his eyes. Katsuki spit at his feet, “You’re on lousy vampire-maker, do everyone a favor and never bother with it again.”

Uraraka glanced towards the bracelet, already in pieces. Katsuki was already at the officer’s throat, “And one last thing, the fuck did you do to me?”

The officer shrugged, almost seeming proud that his game of cat and mouse had gone to an end in such a way, “The fuck did you manage to survive?”

Rage bloomed in Katsuki’s eyes, before it quelled and he threw the officer aside, glancing over his shoulder, a hiss escaping his teeth, “If I ever see you again, I’ll rip your heart out.”

Jenkins struggled, pushing himself to his feet, secrets hidden in his eyes that only Katsuki could understand at this point, “I can’t wait to see the day.”

Katsuki moved to her side, pulling them back towards the sidewalk as he pressed ever-so-slightly against her, “I can defend myself” she whispered, slightly half-assed, but she wasn’t doing so bad for herself.

Katsuki looked down a brief second of a soft look, something that one wouldn’t notice unless they were really paying attention, “I know….but he murdered me. I-I just….just let me feel your warmth for a while.” His grip tightened before letting go. Uraraka knew as much as it was for the show of protecting her, it was for him. She wrapped her arm around him. It wasn’t easy for him to say he needed a friend to lean on, but she would be there when he needed someone.

“Katsuki?”

Uraraka glanced back towards her professor’s bewildered expression as he glanced at the scene, Officer Jenkins long gone, but mostly his eyes were wide looking at Katsuki as though he would disappear if he dared to blink.

Katsuki’s voice cracked, “Hi, dad”

#bnha #todochako #uraraka x katsuki #uraraka x todoroki #chapter 14 #Secrets of the Dusk #secretsofthedusk #fanfiction #au #supernatural #romance #action

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Current State of Bandit Fic

The last official one of these was in May, and then the last other update of a general updating schedule magnitude was in July, so...it’s been a while, so it’s time for another one of these, I think.

Under the cut because I know these tend to get long and not everyone wants to read all of it and apologies to mobile users because I don’t think the cut works for y’all. Sorry!

plans for the rest of the year in terms of updates:

I’ve updated my word count this month to 1.5k daily instead of 1k daily and then plan to up it to 2k daily during Nanowrimo - and then if that’s able to hold, I’m hoping to keep that daily 2k up during December (but with the holidays, who knows).

I really like doing those polls before the Monday updates to see what y’all want and then posting that - and I think, with the variations in what I have in backlog, that maybe works better until I have a bunch of backlog for a bunch of different projects (like how I had Carla finished and had Luisa and the Fox finished and so was really just alternating new writing in between ... was it maybe once a month?) - so I think, come November, I’ll probably do that again. That way I’m updating projects I have stuff written for and don’t feel constrained to projects I don’t have written updates for and might feel constrained trying to write updates.

October is still Kiss Prompts Month - I do have fall prompts, too, but other than one, they’re unfinished and probably won’t get posted until November.

October Monday updates will also continue to be for Luisa and the Wolf because that is your spoopy Halloween holiday fic. Huzzah.

November is Nanowrimo, but given the writing this month, I should be okay in terms of keeping up the Monday schedule.

I have:

one (1) chapter of Falling

two (2) chapters of Aftershocks

one (1) fall prompt

two (2) chapters of Bitches Get Glitches

potentially three if i split that third chapter up into two chapters, which i’m still seriously considering doing.

Those should cover the four Monday updates in November if I don’t write other stuff for them.

My focus for the rest of the year in terms of finishing something is to finish the rough draft of the first book of the Roisa HP AU. That’s the book I’m planning to focus on during Nanowrimo, and hopefully I’ll be able to get the rough done so that I can get the first book to y’all sometime next year.

Roisa Secret Santa is a thing! I’m organizing that and I hope that goes off really well!

I may do Christmas or holiday prompts in December - because I really like having short little prompts to work on when I don’t want to dive into a deeper chapter - something short to write instead of something longer is oddly nice - so we’ll see about that.

I also want to finish one of the Christmas fics I started last year, but it’s not good in terms of word count - like...you’ll understand if I post it - but that’s...a high priority.

Other than that, I don’t know what the Monday updates in December will be, but we can cross that bridge when we get there.

general fic updates (aka - i mostly stop using capital letters for whatever reason):

posted but incomplete fics:

if you lived here, you’d be home now:

no one’s asked but it’s been months since an update and it’s not that i don’t want to update, it’s that it’s been long enough that i feel i should finish a reread of what’s posted before starting the next chapter and i keep dragging my feet on that.

i actually have a good idea of what happens in the next several chapters, so that’s not the issue, it’s just getting myself to finish the reread and then actually doing the writing.

there’s still a lot of chapters left. sorry? maybe i’m sorry for not updating more regularly now that ACAL is finished. :/

jane: the real story:

this is on back-burner because, even though i’m really salty, i’ve found that when i hit hey, it’s time to write petra! i run into a wall of okay, but i know people love petra, and i know she has a very specific voice and tone and then i get kind of...overwhelmed and worried that she’ll be ooc. which is probably why i haven’t written the next chapter yet (michael isn’t really like this, but he might be - and raf isn’t like this at all because raf in j:trs is meant to be a commentary on...raf). i think it’s that i don’t have a well enough grip of writing petra closer to canon to feel up to par writing her in this situation. maybe? idk.

i know this is one of the most ... whatever fics on ao3 when it comes to my fics, so like, i’m aware of that, it’s just...back-burner right now.

heart in motion:

i actually started the second chapter of this a while back. i should finish that. if so, you might see it in a monday update poll we’ll see.

luisa and the child:

aka the sequel to luisa and the fox

i have the first...two? three? idk chapters written. i’m still feeling out the plot - i have a good idea of bits and pieces of it, but i’m still waiting on those to come together in one cohesive thing.

similar to the last three chapters of luisa and the fox, i don’t plan on posting these until i’ve got the entire thing roughed out and gone through a second write. maybe a beta. not sure on that one yet.

sin rostro:

this is another one of those petra is an important character who shows up in the next chapter and i’m not sure i’ll write her well issues. holding off on this one.

emilia antonia:

i have a general idea for what happens in the next chapter, as well as a general idea of what happens in the rest of the fic. this one’s a matter of me sitting down and focusing on it and writing it, and i’ve been in a bandit writes lint fic headspace recently, which doesn’t bother me.

falling:

i feel like i should go back and resee some of the episodes of hannibal with margot in s2 and s3 and then review a bit of muskrat farm in s3 (as well as some of alana in s3) because that’s where lu is in chapter three. because i haven’t, i’ve been holding off on writing this one, too, even though i...have a general idea of things that happen throughout the fic. but no real ending.

also maybe have a crack fic planned that would technically be a sequel to this one but would really be a crack fic. maybe. we’ll see.

aftershocks:

have two new chapters for y’all written.

have a general idea of what happens in the next chapter.

have a general idea of things that happen in later chapters but not sure where those chapters are in terms of how immediate they are, if that makes sense.

the time of your life:

bitches get glitches is completely done in terms of second write, so each chapter would probably just need a precursory read-through in terms of grammar/spelling/etc. and other minor edits.

with the exception of what would be the third chapter if i split the current third chapter into two chapters - the roisa scene probably warrants a little more than just a precursory read-through before posting.

i’ve started the next fic, which is rafael’s fic. the next one would be petra’s.

basically, each of the first however many fics (four) focuses on one character and their encounters with their soulmate timer.

one screwed up family focused on rose, even though it also included luisa’s past with her timer.

bitches get glitches focuses on jane, even though it also includes carry-over updates on what’s been going on with luisa and rose since the first fic.

the third fic focuses on rafael.

the fourth fic focuses on petra.

at this point, i have a fairly good idea of when each of these five characters’ timers went off and when they might go off in future fics (i’d be more specific here, but spoilers!).

after those four, i would want to write a fifth fic that wraps things up - but this is kind of dependent on where things get left off in petra’s fic.

rafael’s encounters don’t finish in his fic, which leaves it on kind of a cliff-hanger, and i don’t think his final encounter happens in petra’s fic, so...fifth fic.

i’m actually hoping that writing petra in this fic will give me the confidence to write petra in the other fics she shows up. so. there’s that.

unposted fics:

where the lightning splits the sea:

aka roisa hp au

as stated before, the first book is my planned main project for nanowrimo and i hope to have the rough draft finished by the end of the year (we’ll see if that actually happens or not).

i have an entire series outline consisting of main things i want to happen in each book, along with their titles, and things that have to happen in specific books to set up for the proper pay off in later books.

the first book is entirely outlined - chapter by chapter.

i’ve started chapter-by-chapter outlines for books two and three.

the entire compiled outline alone is seventeen pages long.

i love this project a lot, and i’m super excited to share it with y’all, it’s just long.

mexican stud:

aka rosalint fic

i have a full working outline! chapter by chapter! huzzah!

this one still comes in bits and pieces and scenes that aren’t always interconnected. i know what happens, but then pick and choose at scenes to write when i want to write it.

this fic will likely end up being fairly explicit - or, compared with other stuff i’ve written, more explicit - simply due to the themes and the content. that may be part of why i take so long to write it - explicit scenes have a tendency to make me uncomfortable when i’m reading them and i don’t feel fully comfortable posting explicit scenes. but....

this would considered part of the epic superhero crossover (see below), even though the events are, to some extent, considered canon to aftershocks (with some exceptions which can be explained...later).

everything’s coming up rose’s:

stalled.

still excited, still want to write it, but focusing on other things atm.

various other soulmate aus:

one-shot (tentatively titled chorus: romance says goodnight):

still kicking around in my head.

still want to write it.

don’t think y’all will like it because it’s in raf’s point of view.

and other reasons.

but still want to write it.

dreamers often lie:

still at the point where i’ve brainstormed enough that i should start writing it because then i’ll get a more concrete idea of the world and of the events in the world but--

i’m currently focused on the soulmate timer au in terms of soulmate fics right now. oops.

epic superhero crossover:

aka jtv/tick/timeless/supergirl/x-files/agent carter crossover.

hey, look, that’s a lot of things, so expect this to be massive, too.

the more i brainstorm this one, the bigger it gets, and at this point, i think it’ll probably be a bunch of interconnected fics in a series - like the time of your life - the soulmate timer au - instead of one big massive fic. it’s just easier to conceive of that way.

mexican stud is a fic on its own but goes within this crossover.

i want to write a fic about how emma and whitney get together (because they are together before rose gets them and all three of them are together in mexican stud - together as in a group, not as in together, even though emma and whitney definitely are together).

i want to write a fic about how dottie became the way she is when we meet her in the main fic (this would likely involve carterwood and dottie/whitney aspects - either directly or implied - and then it would likely come up in the main fic, there’s a bit from the part i just wrote that i want to be directly an exact quote from this).

i want to write a fic with rhea raising dottie (and potentially use that as backstory on how rhea and lena are...coworkers/acquaintances/partners/surrogate found family/etc. which could lead to complications re: lena and dottie but...idk).

even if lena isn’t a huge part of the rhea/dottie family fluff, i want to write something that deals with rhea in luthor-corp and l-corp and what she was doing after she got to earth - because that one’s different than canon (because i’m using ben’s rhea in a pod au v1 for this).

then there’s the main fic itself - which is where you get a lot of the crossover elements - particularly the x-files elements, which don’t really come up directly in the other fics but are definitely there in some of them (and by some of them, i mean the dottie backstory fic, they would be in the dottie backstory fic). this would also be where the supergirl cast actually comes in (other than rhea and lena and the luthors and maybe astra? maybe astra’s alive in this? since rhea was around maybe she took astra? or lillian? idk haven’t decided yet).

so - like - this one is also a huge massive undertaking but in a different way than the roisa hp au is. the interconnected fics for this aren’t necessarily as linear as the ones for the roisa hp au, and i want the main fic to be enjoyable on its own even if you haven’t read the other fics - the other fics might also stand on their own ish, but like...the random kingdom hearts games - to get the full story, you maybe want to play the main games. ish.

also debating using my trans!mulder here because...like, i love him and i know he got me into trouble but...his story works so well here in context and i would love to use him here. so. it’s. complicated. :/

but - yeah - there’s your update on the state of things. maybe look out for another update at the beginning of january, because i might be changing up some of how i’ve been writing and goals and things - but i think that’s it for now.

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whispersandwhiskerburn · 6 years

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A Kiss Hello

Author’s Note: This is part of my 2.5k Follower Drabble Celebration. Followers picked prompts, (listed below as the summary) and this was one of the results. See the rest of them HERE. Requested by: @littlegreenplasticsoldier Summary/Prompts: Fluff/smut, “You’re stuck with me. Learn to deal with it.” and Someone in the fic is in trouble with the law. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 3,520 (not really a drabble, but I got carried away. Sue me.) Warnings: Sam’s hurt, Dean is a tiny bit of a jerk once, but mostly, the warning here is for the fluffy sexy smutty times. Hints of bondage kink? You’re welcome.

“I said freeze!”

It was a young cop, probably not much more than a rookie, but he had his gun and flashlight trained on the two brothers as they stood over the burning grave in the lightly drizzling rain at 10 o'clock at night.

Not exactly the most easily-explained situation the Winchesters had ever been in.

Sam decided he should probably be the one to give it a shot.

“Uh, hi, Officer… we’re not armed, and this isn’t what--”

“I said shut up and freeze!”

The guy’s voice actually cracked and his hands started to quiver. Clearly he was scared shitless--and frankly, the idea of confronting the two tall hunters over a burning grave in the middle of the night was a reasonable thing for a civilian to be nervous about.

Still, you figured you’d better step in before things got even more out of control.

You made your way quickly through the darkened boneyard, stepping carefully to avoid making too much noise or slipping on the slick grass.

Two quick jabs to the shoulder and he’d dropped his weapon and flashlight with a grunt. A smooth and precise hit to the temple that made your knuckles ache sent him crumpling down into the mud that the disinterred grave had become.

You looked over at the Winchesters and made eye contact with Dean for the first time in several years, over the light of a burning skeleton of all things. Sometimes your job was just weird.

“Hello Dean.”

He seemed too surprised to make a response, so you knelt down over the cop’s form, easing his head to the side so he wouldn’t have any trouble breathing, then frisked him, retrieving his wallet, his backup piece, his badge, and his handcuffs. The entire time, you wondered what was up with Dean. His shocked silence wasn’t exactly the “hello” you had expected.

“What are you doing, whoever you are?”

You looked up at Sam who had moved a few feet closer to you, then frowned at Dean. “You never mentioned me to Sam? Tssk, tssk.”

Shaking your head, you stood up and wiped your hands on your jeans before reaching out to shake with a reluctant and confused Sam Winchester.

“I’m Y/N. Dean and I hunted together once before, when you were back at Stanford. I had just finished a hunt down the highway when Bobby called, saying that the cops were fact-checking your IDs and that you weren’t answering your phones. I told him I’d stop by and see if the two of you needed any backup.”

Dean cursed and pulled out his cell, shaking out of his introspection to walk around the grave towards you and his brother. “My battery must have died. Sam’s got damaged when he got thrown across a room as we tangled with that guy’s vengeful spirit.” He pointed down at the remains that were almost completely charred now.

You tossed him your cell, “you’d better call Bobby, tell him the two of you are okay--or mostly okay. Jeez, Sam.”

Sam had turned towards the light more as you threw your cell, and you saw the large gash matting his hair on the side of his head. At his questioning look, you pointed at his wound, and he touched it with a wince.

“Yeah, I’m going to need stitches and a good night’s rest, but otherwise, I’m fine.”

You shook your head while Dean talked to Bobby quietly a few feet away.

“You can’t go to a hospital, or back to your motel--the cops are onto you. And now, when this guy doesn’t report back in for a while, the two of you will be in even more trouble with the law. I’ve booked two hotel rooms just outside of town under an alias--y’all should come stay there for the night, then make yourselves scarce.”

Dean disconnected the phone and walked over to pass it back to you. You were surprised to feel the awareness flood through your system as his fingertips grazed your palm--apparently the heat was still there. You noticed a widening of his eyes and realized he felt it too.

“There’s no need for that, Y/N. We can take care of ourselves.”

Okay, now that was just rude.

You waited for a moment, and Dean had the grace to look away from you towards his brother, who was also looking at him incredulously.

“I’m going to chalk that up to a late night and a rough run in with a ghost. It’s late, we’re all soaked, Sam’s gash needs attention, and I just pulled your asses out of the fire, for the moment at least. I’ve robbed the cop, so hopefully they’ll just consider the two of you muggers and not worry about you once you’re out of the area. My way makes the most sense, Dean, so you’re stuck with me. Learn to deal with it.”

And with that, you turned and headed towards your car, leaving the Winchesters with a smoldering grave, an unconscious cop, and only one common-sense ending to this evening.

“Here, take some of these.” You passed Sam a bottle of acetaminophen and gathered up and disposed of your soiled gauze and stitching material.

“Thanks, Y/N. For this...and everything.” He downed the pills with a drink of water then settled back on the bed, already having taken a brief shower and changed into a tank top and shorts before he’d let you tend to him.

“You’re welcome, Sam. Get some sleep.”

Dean had just finished his shower, emerging in a black tee shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants, his hair wet and glistening in the bright light. He nodded his thanks as you washed your hands, and then followed you to the door as you turned to leave.

You were a little surprised when he actually followed you out of the door, pulling it shut quietly behind him after a quick glance at his brother.

His voice was low, intimate, as he put out a hand to stop you from walking the two feet to your own room.

“I wanted to thank you, Y/N. And to apologize. I was a bit of an ass back at the graveyard, especially after you’d come to help us out of a tight spot. It just…” Dean’s hand brushed over his hair and rested on the back of his neck, his face telegraphing his discomfort and awkwardness. “It surprised me to see you again, like that, out of the blue after so many years. It kinda threw me for a loop, you know?”

He had that half grin on his face, the one that always used to make you melt when he used it on you… and apparently still had the ability to heat your blood. It made something relax inside you, seeing this glimpse of the Dean you had once known.

“Fair enough, Dean. You’re forgiven.”

You smiled back at him, the rain beating down on the covered walkway and the night ahead seeming full of potential. You stepped a bit closer and looked up into those green eyes, opening your body language in an invitation that a man like Dean would be able to clearly read without words.

“Since you seem to have adjusted to my sudden reappearance, do I get a proper ‘Hello’ now?”

His hands landed on your lower back, pulling you in closer as he bent down, his lips, finally, on yours. The kiss was gentle, teasing, sweet and arousing at the same time. It was a reunion kiss. A hello kiss.

He broke away with a smile. “Hello, Y/N.”

You smiled back, fisting the front of his black shirt and dragging him back down to your mouth.

Dean Winchester tasted just the way you remembered, but he’d apparently learned a few things over the years. His hands were greedy, calloused, and confident as he slid them around your waist, beneath your shirt and across your spine. You felt your skin react with goosebumps down your arms and a shiver as he pulled you close, his mouth moving over yours in a way that made you forget about time, or awkwardness, or the fact that his brother was on the other side of the hotel room door.

You felt the hard wood of your own hotel door against your back and forced yourself to tear your hands away from the silky hair at Dean’s neck. You pushed his chest a little, gaining the breathing room to gasp for air and turn to face the lock, your hand groping in your pocket for the card.

Dean closed the distance between you and pressed his front to your back, his crotch to your ass, as you drew out the card. You fumbled it a little and moaned when his lips found the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder, bared by your tank top.

“Having some trouble there, Y/N?” His voice held a chuckle as he whispered and kissed at your skin, his hands reaching around to trace the sides of your breasts. He shamelessly pushed his cock against your backside and your knees threatened to collapse beneath you. You growled at the key card lock, inserting it for the second time before the stupid light turned green, then wrenched the door open in success.

You pushed your way past the door, flinging the card on the nearby table, kicking off your flip flops, and stripping your tank off before turning around to face Dean.

He was kicking the door shut, his hands on his own hemline, but frozen as he stopped to look at you, shirtless, his eyes fixed on your bra.

The matching need in his eyes amped you up more, but you worked to hide it, backing away from him towards the bed as you unbuttoned your jeans and slooowly lowered the zipper.

“Having some trouble there, Dean?”

He chuckled again, the sound hungrier somehow, and unfroze, whipping off his shirt before stalking closer to you.

“It’s been way too long, Y/N. You look incredible, by the way.”

“Shut up and get over here, Winchester.”

And then he was. You barely managed to kick your jeans and underwear the rest of the way off before he was there, next to you and the bed, kissing you hungrily, his hands twining into your hair. Yours were busy pushing at his sweatpants, his boxers, freeing him of the rest of his clothes. He had to break the kiss to step out of the sweats, and while your mouth and mind were clear you leaned over and unzipped a pocket on your suitcase, drawing out a strip of condoms.

You threw them at Dean and smiled when he barely caught them.

He smiled back, “you in a hurry, Y/N?”

In response you laid down on the bed, reaching up to grip two of the decorative rods on the fake headboard at the top of the mattress. You arched your back so your breasts swayed inside your bra and spread your legs a little, completely confident in your body and Dean’s eagerness. You’d always been that way with Dean--something about him made you lose your insecurities and your inhibitions oh so easily.

“I can wait as long as you can, Dean-o,” you teased. His eyes were fixed on you again and his breath stuttered as his cock rose even more at your open display.

His voice was hoarse when he managed to respond. “Hold still for me.”

You froze, your legs trembling a bit in excitement as he caressed you with his gaze. He dropped the condoms beside you then moved onto the bed with you, his warmth, his weight, the texture of his skin and hair against yours enough to make you want to move, to wrap around him and hold him close.

When you let go of one of the posts though, Dean’s hand was there, lightly gripping your wrist.

“Let me, Y/N. Just hold still, just like that… and let me…”

His words turned into a murmur as he kissed at your neck, his tongue tracing at your collarbone for a moment. Your breathing sped up as he nosed his way down your sternum to press his face between your breasts, his lips moist on your skin. He let go of your wrist and you gripped the bedpost rod tightly as his hand moved down to your bra, flicking the front clasps and loosening the fabric.

He tugged with his right hand, and nosed the left cup out of the way, his other arm busy holding his weight off of you. Then his lips found your nipple and he tongued it once, twice, before pulling it into his mouth.

The suction quickly tightened the nub into a hard bead as his fingers cupped your other breast, his thumb rasping over the tip lest it feel neglected while you moaned beneath him.

You held still for a moment, a minute...an hour, it seemed, before you couldn’t help it anymore. Arching beneath him, you wrapped a leg around his thigh and pulled his bare cock closer to your wet opening. There was hot lava running through your veins, centered on that wet suction of his mouth on your flesh.

“Deeean,” your voice was a desperate moan as he switched to the other breast, sucking even harder, his hips moving slightly so his penis pressed and moved against you. Just so close to what you needed without giving you enough.

You gripped the bedpost so tightly you were sure your knuckles were going to crack. Dean was hungrily sucking at your breasts, and he seemed to be determined to keep that maddening rhythm going with his cock, to tease you until you couldn’t take it anymore, until you begged him to take you the rest of the way.

He wouldn’t have to wait long.

You moved your hips in tandem with his, rubbing your clit against his shaft. He shuddered in response above you, releasing your nipple to look up and meet your gaze. Dean’s eyes were dark, pupils wide with lust. Dean held your eyes with his own as he pressed down and in with his pelvis, grinding his dick against that hotspot of pleasure deliberately.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” stroke “and wet,” press, “and damn if I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer…”

Dean’s voice was rough with desire, but you had been reduced to a panting whine, arching your hips to meet each of his torturous thrusts, wanting him inside you nownownow, but knowing he still had to put the rubber on, and oh---

Dean was sliding one--then two fingers deep into you, pumping quickly, driving you to your peak. You were shaking in no time, calling out to him, so close you could almost taste it. You didn’t remember letting go of the bed posts, but your hands were pulling on his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you dragged him up your body for a kiss.

While his tongue was doing a delicious mimicry of what his fingers were doing a little ways south, his hips shifted a bit more and suddenly his thumb was riding your clit. That direct, pinpointed pressure was just what you needed--your orgasm rolled over you, sending shuddering wakes through your whole body. You tore your mouth from Dean’s, gasping for breath and moaning his name at the same time.

The best orgasm you’d had in a year, and you hadn’t even gotten his cock yet.

You heard the crackle of cellophane and realized he was suiting up. When you found his green eyes again, you could read the hunger in them, the need, and it was enough to reignite the fire inside you.

It was like you could never get enough of this man.

And somehow, at this moment, you were completely okay with that.

You opened yourself, welcoming him inside, and he pushed home with one solid thrust. Dean held still afterwards, hovering over you, his sweaty chest moving with each breath that forced its way out of his lungs. You knew he was waiting, struggling to give you time to adjust to him, to his body’s invasion of your own. You knew the strength of the man that he was able to do that at all. And part of you was honestly touched.

But most of you just wanted him to move.

“More, Dean,” you lifted up and tugged on his earlobe with your teeth. He trembled, his muscled arms holding himself up, trying not to put too much weight on you.

You felt greedy. You wanted more. So you whispered into his ear, and ran your nails down his back, pulling him into your chest. You lifted up into his hips, clenching your inner muscles, determined to drive this strong hunter beyond the limits of his formidable control.

“I can feel you, Dean. So hot and full inside me. Take me, fuck, Dean, take me now.”

“Y/N” Dean’s voice was a groan of surrender. He dropped onto one elbow, his chest crushing against you as he bent his mouth to yours. He kissed you, hungrily, passionately, his hips thrusting forward, withdrawing, then pushing in again. His other hand gripped your side, your hip, your thigh, pulling you closer to where he moved so desperately inside you.

You felt a thrill at his response, knowing he’d never been this unrestrained before.

Harder, faster. He pounded into you, and you rose up beneath him, loving every moment, the heat, the sweat, the rush as you pushed towards your own completion.

It was a race, a dance--Dean was your partner, your coach, and you were his. Minutes, hours, eternities passed in a blur of sensations, flesh on flesh, breath to breath. The taste of his skin, the sound of the mattress creaking beneath you, the pounding of your heart and his, so hard, so fast--it was intense, primal. There was nothing else in the world in that endless stretch of time. Just Dean and you, moving together to a rhythm that the two of you controlled, and had no control over.

It was as impossibly perfect as the tension coiled inside you aching, straining for release.

“Y/N!” Dean’s voice was a roar, but you barely heard it over the pounding of your own heart in your ears. You felt him shudder, pushing somehow even deeper inside you as he reached his climax. He pushed and rubbed, his instincts to bury himself inside you overtaking his caution as he emptied into the condom, his hand clenching almost painfully tight on your hip, a needy grasp that telegraphed his passion.

The added pressure, his desperate touch, it was enough to drag you over the edge with him and you moaned, clenching around him and holding him close, clutching at his body for an anchor as you soared into your release.

Dean somehow had the presence of mind to roll over, tugging you on top of him, and making both of you a bit more comfortable. As overheated and sweaty as you were, you sprawled across his naked body, too content, too replete to move for the moment. Both of you just lay there, counting breaths and slowing your heart rates together.

It was Dean who recovered first, a small chuckle echoing from his chest. You found the energy to lift your head and raise an eyebrow at him in response and he just smiled, his eyes twinkling.

“Come here,” he tugged at your shoulders, reinforcing the gentle command. You shifted forward and found his lips with your own, pressing a sweet kiss to his mouth.

You leaned back and pushed your hair behind your ear. “Hello to you, too, Dean.”

He chuckled again, his hand stroking gently up and down your arm.

“So, Y/N, do you have any immediate plans?” His voice was slow, teasing, and you weren’t sure if he was talking for real outside-of-the-bed plans or if he was just setting up a double entendre. You guessed the former.

“You know the drill--find a new hunt, do the job.” You pressed a small kiss to his sweaty chest, loving the taste of his skin.

“Why not do the job with us for a while? It could be fun…” His hand and moved from your arm to your breast, gently kneading your tender flesh, still pink from his mouth.

You looked up into his eyes, enjoying the touch, and the idea. Then you leaned off of him over the edge of the bed and into your pile of discarded clothes.

When you rolled back over with your prize, you held up the handcuffs you’d lifted from the rookie cop earlier that evening and smiled your wickedest smile at Dean. “That sounds like a lot of fun, actually. But first, Dean-o, it’s your turn to hold still.”

Dean chuckled deeply in his chest again and pulled you close for another kiss, this one filled with hunger and anticipation.

This seemed like an excellent way to start to you.

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nerdiests · 6 years

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So I’m participating in Kaminari Appreciation week, and. Yeah.

Check it out on ao3!

prompt: past/present/future

It’d been a long while since Denki had the opportunity to visit his hometown. Considering his full schedule with heroics, he didn’t have much of a reason to take a flight over to Houston, Texas, for sentimental reasons. He’d told himself, however, that he would try and visit again before he turned twenty five and see what had changed. So here he was, walking out of George Bush Intercontinental with a messenger bag on his shoulder and a suitcase in hand. For a moment, he paused. All he could hear around him was English, a sound he’d missed back in Japan. Even though he’d lived in Japan for the past twelve years, Denki still found himself more comfortable speaking in English.

“C’mon, Denki, we’ve got a hotel to get to,” Denki muttered to himself, tightening his grip on his suitcase and heading towards the car rental so he could drive to the Marriott he’d booked for the duration of his stay. He’d stayed at this particular hotel before his family had moved back to Japan. It was thrilling, he’d get to order room service again, and he could have orange juice in a wine glass!! Ohhhhh, Iida would be jealous!

The hotel was wonderful, the food was even better, and Denki was ready to go around and check out all his old haunts. Like the Houston Natural Science Museum, and the Downtown Aquarium, and the Memorial City Mall with the Cheesecake Factory. He made a lot of money as a pro hero, and he was going to use it! ...Plus he wanted to have some souvenirs from Houston back in Japan he could show his friends - specifically Hanta, Mina, and Eijirou - once he went back.

It was probably a good idea that Denki hadn’t gone during spring break, because he wouldn’t have been able to visit any places he’d enjoyed in his childhood. Even the ones he’d checked out were slightly different. Denki couldn’t ride the ferris wheel because it was getting fixed and the white tiger was gone, the meteorology exhibit at the museum had been taken down, and the mall layout had changed! Along with those changes, he couldn’t even remember his old neighborhood and couldn’t go and visit and see how it had changed in twelve years, and he couldn’t ask his parents about it either. At least he could go and check out the Baskin Robbins he used to go to with his parents when they still lived there! Hopefully.

The Baskin Robbins was gone. Treasured and cherished childhood memories were also gone. How wonderful. This trip was going absolutely swimmingly. He’d spent two hours in traffic getting out here, because he remembered this place’s existence at 4:39 in the afternoon and everyone was getting off work. It was a surprise he’d remembered how to get here without a GPS. But the Baskin Robbins was no more, and all remained was a crafts store. Denki might know how to knit, but saying he made a sweater because he couldn’t remember his old neighborhood was so lame!!

“Oh you’ve gotta be shitting me. Denki Kaminari?” Denki whirled around at his name and was met with a slightly familiar face.

“Wait wait wait… Madeline Versailles? You still live here?” Denki blinked at the sight of his old childhood… Rival? Is that even the right word? They’d just tried to do better than the other in school, so rival was fitting, he guessed.

“Yeah, went to college at U of H. What’re you doing back here? Thought you’d moved to Japan to stay twelve years ago,” Madeline replied, shifting her shopping bag from one hand to the other. Denki shrugged.

“Decided that I’d come back before I turned 25, and being a pro hero makes a ton of money, not at all surprisingly,” Denki said, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets. Madeline raised an eyebrow.

“So you did go on to pro heroics, then? It’s probably a lot easier in Japan, yeah?” she asked. Denki nodded, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He turned it so the phone case was facing Madeline.

“Dunno if you’ve heard of the Stun Gun hero Chargebolt, but that’s me,” Denki said, slipping his phone back into his hoodie pocket. Madeline paused, before walking over to Denki quickly.

“No shit, really? My fiancée loves Japanese heroes, and her favorites are Cellophane, Red Riot, Suneater, and Chargebolt! Hanako’s always talking about when she could interact with heroes on the street back in Japan when she still lived with her mom, and she kept up with Japanese heroics once she moved in with her dad,” Madeline replied, pulling her phone out. Denki noticed the familiar pattern on the phone case.

“I’m more partial to Earphone Jack,” Madeline said, small smile on her face. Denki grinned.

“Well, I happen to know Cellophane, Red Riot, and Earphone Jack. Plus Red Riot knows Suneater, has since first year of high school, so I could… Hook you up?” Denki said, tilting his head sideways. Never let it be said that Denki wasn’t a generous man.

“Oh my god that’d be a literal blessing,” Madeline grinned, tapping something on her phone and handing it to Denki.

“I’ve been trying to get a good anniversary present for Hanako for our three year anniversary next month, but this would take the cake,” Madeline explained. Denki looked down and saw a contact open. He blinked, before giving Madeline a look.

“I trust you won’t give this number out to anyone? This is my personal number and it’d be fairly difficult to get it replaced again,” Denki said. Madeline nodded, and Denki plugged his number in.

“You’ve got an international plan, yeah?” Denki asked, getting another nod. Then Madeline tapped something else in, before putting it up. Denki felt his phone buzz, but left it alone.

“So, how long’re you in Houston?” Madeline asked, and Denki shrugged.

“I was planning on two weeks, since that’s how long I booked my hotel stay for and my plane tickets are scheduled for the same day I’m checking out of my hotel, so. Enough time that I’ll suffer when I head back over,” Denki replied. Madeline chuckled, before looking at the crafts store.

“If you ever need something to fill your time with, Hanako and I are typically free most days. Except Tuesday afternoons and Saturday evenings. Tuesday is couples ballroom dancing and Saturday is my cooking class and Hanako’s book club. So any days that aren’t those,” Madeline said, and Denki shrugged.

“I’m about 45 minutes away with minimal traffic, so I’d be down,” Denki said. Madeline grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Brilliant!! You free tomorrow? Hanako wanted to head down to the zoo,” Madeline replied. Denki nodded.

“Don’t have any plans, though I am gonna go on one of the exclusive tours at Johnson and check out the Astros game next week. Can probably grab some extra tickets if y’all’d want to join me at the Astros game? Fun is always better with company, after all,” Denki said. Madeline waved a hand.

“Nah, Hanako’s dad has a box. Some of the best seats in the house. We can probably get you in there, if you’d want?” Madeline offered. Denki paused for a moment.

“If you’re gonna get me into some of the “best seats in the house” then let me get those zoo tickets tomorrow. It’s only fair,” Denki replied. Madeline opened her mouth, but closed it shortly after. She looked pensive for a moment.

“It’s only fair,” she replied. Denki nodded, before glancing over his shoulder at the crafts store.

“You know what? I’ve got yarn to buy and a sweater to knit,” Denki said, turning around.

“Text me later with what time you and Hanako are planning on going to the zoo, and I’ll meet y’all there,” Denki said, waving over his shoulder as he walked inside. He had a plan for this sweater.

The rest of Denki’s trip was absolutely phenomenal. The zoo was wonderful, though he couldn’t look at the meerkat exhibit as he once had. He saw the Johnson Space Center through new eyes, and had a bird’s eye view of an Astros game for the first time in his life. Not only that, but he got a new perspective on his “rivalry” with Madeline. Apparently the both of them had made botched attempts at being friends with the other. Good thing they cleared that up, because apparently the two of them got on like a house on fire.

Madeline and Hanako had decided to see him off at the airport, since that was what friends did. He knew that was what friends did, since half of 1-A did when he took his plane flight over here in the first place. At least it was a direct flight back to Japan, he could nap the whole way over. Or work on his sweater, he was almost done. Plane rides were the perfect opportunity to work on knitting. Plus he could finish that custom hat he was making for Kyouka… Yeah, he’d probably do some knitting too.

“You keep in contact, now,” Madeline said, slight grin on her face. Denki nodded, grip on his suitcase tightening slightly. Hanako smiled as well.

“It was a pleasure getting to meet you, Kaminari-san,” Hanako said happily, and Denki sighed.

“Hanako, how many times have I said this? You can call me Denki, it’s fine,” Denki replied, with a somewhat joking tone. Hanako giggled, slightly nervous.

“I’m sorry Kaaaaaaaaa… Denki. It’s. A bit hard to call a hero you’ve looked up to by their first name so suddenly,” Hanako said, fiddling with the hem of her dress. Denki grinned, reaching over and patting her on the shoulder.

“Really, Hanako, it’s fine,” he said, before looking back at Madeline.

“Expect those things I’m getting you in a few weeks,” Denki said. Madeline nodded, while Hanako looked confused.

“What things? Madeline, Denki, what are you two conspiring over?” Hanako asked, looking between the two. Madeline only grinned, while Denki pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. He blinked when he saw the time, processing for a moment.

“Oh hell I’ve gotta go through customs, I’ll talk with y’all later!!” Denki said, rushing off towards customs.

“Bye Denki!” Madeline called, and Denki glanced over his shoulder to spot both Madeline and Hanako waving. Denki only grinned and waved back, before continuing the walk to customs. That’d be a hassle and a half to go through.

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