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blogevaawrites · 3 years

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BIG DEAL

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: smut, cheating, angst

Summary: After being away of you boyfriend for three weeks, you come to Chris’s house after he had thrown a party where you met a girl you haven’t see ever. The beginning of the relationship was unconventional so you couldn’t do anything else but suspect.

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There’s something I do when I don’t know how to deal with a situation.

I clean my closet.

I organize it; I try everything on, throw out pieces I don’t wear anymore, or I don’t like. I like to spend time doing this just because I don’t have to think in anything else.

“He’s calling again, you’re not picking up, are you?” Linda asked from the other side of the room. I was surrounded by my clothes and shoes and things, and she was working in her laptop.

“No.” I answered simply and kept doing my thing.

“Isn’t better if you pick up and tell him to stop? This is his tenth call today, and I don’t want to know about texts. This is not right.”

“I’m not ready to think about this.” I muttered. I didn’t realize she got up from the bed and walked to me.

“It’s fine, everything is going to be fine” she said hugging me. Her touch brought tears out of my eyes, but her kindness made me feel safe.

Linda moved to NY a few months before I did, and I could be more blessed because she moved to the next door’s apartment. She has been there since then; our friendship was the kind of you find just a couple times in a lifetime.

“Don’t worry I will be right here. We can clean your closet as many times as you need.”

It’s been three days since I left his house, and my phone has been ringing since then.

I spent my first day watching true-crime documentaries, eating ice cream and drinking wine. The second day I started donating the clothes I wasn’t wearing anymore. And today, I have cleaned the closet three times. Linda enjoyed the first two days, but she hated to organize anything, so she killed time working from my bed.

“That one is pretty sexy. Why don’t we go out to dinner and have a few drinks tonight? Lucy and Vanessa have been calling too.” She spoke.

I thought about it for a few minutes, and I was actually feeling sick of being here.

“Yeah! Why not? I need more alcohol” I joked.

The night went pretty fun, and I kind of felt better and ready to face everything, his apologies, his face and his voice. Around three a.m I was ready to go back home and sleep my hangover. “Are you sure you don’t need me there? Linda asked when I told her I was leaving, she was having a good time and I didn’t want to spoil her fun. “Yeah! Don’t worry, I’m sick of being depressed, I’m ready to be me again.” She smiled at me and hugged me before I left.

The uber ride was fast, no traffic nor people in the street this made my way home calm, and the driver was quite funny. He waited for me to get in the building and left, leaving alone again. The lobby’s lights were automatic, but they weren’t working very well, I knew the way to my door, so I didn’t bother turning my phone’s flashlight on. Going up stairs, I tried to take off my high heels, but something made me get alarmed. A dark big shadow at the top of the stairs. My heart stopped for a second.

“Holy crap! What are you doing here? Why are you sitting there? You scared the shit out of me, asshole!” I yelled when the light of the hallway turned on and all of the sudden the silhouette of a big man appeared at the top the stairs. My heart started to beat in this normal pace when I recognized his face.

“I’m sorry that wasn’t my intention. You weren’t picking the phone. I was worry about you.” His hands went up in a signal of inoffensive. His voice was hoarse and his eyes a little bit swollen and red. I could say he had been crying.

“I’m fine, you can go.” I said, walking straightly to my apartment’s door. I looked for my keys in my bag as faster as I could.

“Can we talk?” he moved to stay behind me while I opened the door. He didn’t get too close to me and I felt grateful for that.

“I don’t want to hear anything, and right now the only thing I want is to sleep.” I got in the apartment and closed the door rapidly. With my forehead rested against the closed door and my hands still on the handle, I listened to him to beg. I missed him, his voice, his smell, his fucking presence made me shake my legs.

“Please, just give me five minutes. I love you and I can’t let you think I don’t. I know I fucked everything up but…” I opened the door before he could finish it. He looked quite surprised when a move away to let him pass.

He didn’t say anything, walked in and moved around awkwardly. I told him to sit with my head. He took a sit on the couch and I didn’t move from the door, with my back resting it in. His eyes stared me few a few minutes, making me feel uncomfortable, defenseless.

“You look beautiful.” He said quietly.

“You have five minutes.” The alcohol in my body brought rudeness out of my mouth. I was tired, kind of drunk and still hurt by him so couldn’t let him get any closer in any dimension.

“I’m sorry.” He said before his hands rubbed his face roughly. “I went to NY to tell you everything. I really did, I felt horrible, and I didn’t want to hurt you, but I knew I had to tell you. Carly thought it too. You know them, there’s no place for any secrete between them. When I arrived in here, saw your face and I felt your arms around me I chickened out. I realize that I couldn’t live without you; for the first time in my life, I was really scared to lose somebody. And that was a feeling I wasn’t used to.” His statements made my heart ache. I wished anything of this had happened.

“So, you lied? Because you loved me.” I knew he wasn’t a perfect boyfriend in the past but that was a shitty excuse.

“I didn’t know how to tell you. When Carly called that night, she heard you in the back then she assumed that you forgave me, and I didn’t deny it. I felt awful but I got into that lie so quickly, I didn’t know what to do.” I sat on ankles, sliding down the wall. I hid my face with my hands trying to avoid him to see me cry.

“I wasn’t joking, honey. You are the love of my life and I didn’t want to lose you. That scare got so real that I couldn’t face it. I’m sorry, I really am. With you everything is different, and I didn’t realize it until that. The fear of losing you got in my skin and it never left.” I didn’t feel him to come closer to me until I felt his hands in mine. As soon as I felt it, I got up and moved away from him. I knew I could fall for him quickly.

“If you have done, you should leave.” I could say walking to the fridge to pour water in glass. My throat was dry.

He looked at me for a while, then took a deep and loud breath and moved to the door.

I saw him walk to the door, to leave the apartment, to leave me. I did understand the scare of losing someone, I had lost a few people in my life, but seeing him leaving it was different, I was losing him, and everything was his fault. That didn’t feel fair.

“Why you did this to me?” The words left my mouth before I could think about it. He turned around to look at me, but I hadn’t finished “Why didn’t you break up with me if you wanted to fuck somebody else? Why were you seeing Ashley? Why did you play along with her game after the kiss?” my voice got louder at every question. I wasn’t a person who yelled easily but I couldn’t help it.

“Baby, I’m a dickhead, I screw up every relationship I’ve ever had. I don’t know why. I promised I went out with her with any side intention, when she kissed me, I felt that fear again. And at the party, I swear I didn’t invite her, I wanted to keep her away from you, I wanted to keep everything what I did away from us.”

“Yeah! That’s why you took her panties.” I said ironically. “What did you want me to do? Kicked her out of the house, making a scene?” He saw my face burning in anger and he continued. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I hate myself enough for both of us.” Said that he took his way again. I didn’t hate him. I loved him. I was needed for him.

I moved quickly to get him; I could reach him by the arm.

As soon as he turned around to look at me, I jumped on his mouth. He didn’t take any longer to embrace his arms around me, pushing my face more against his, as if that was even possible.

We walked clumsily to the nearest wall; he squeezed my butt before holding me up. His hands flew through my tights, caressing them and reached my wet panties. I moaned when I felt his fingers rubbing me. “I need you.” He whispered in my ear. His fingers went to undo his pants and I could get out of his arms.

I saw panic in his face for a couple of seconds. But it disappeared when he saw me got into my knees. I took his hard member in my hands to stroke it a few times before get it into my mouth. He rested his forehead in the wall, and shut his eyes, leaving me caged by his body.

His breathing changed when he opened his eyes and watched my mouth around the head of his sensitive cock. Clenched jaw and hands making fist, he moaned loudly as he was being relieved of great amount of pressure.

My lips wrapped around his cock, taking as much as my throat could, and my hand gripped the rest. I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t want to think. I was tired and sick of the anxiety that this situation was giving me.

I knew this wasn’t a good idea. I wasn’t proud but I wanted it.

“I love your fucking mouth.” his voice brought my back from my thoughts. I started to suck a little bit harder as he was getting bigger. His hips also started to thrust him into my mouth, making me gag at one particularly push. “Shit! Sorry!” he said, taking my face in his hands and making me get up from my knees. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” he responded to my unanswered question. We kissed as his hands tried to get rid of my dress, and mine were fighting with his shirt.

Just in my panties, he pickup me up and put me on the hall’s table. Sucking my nipples and rubbing my breast and ass, he ripped my panties and his dick stormed in me.

I yelled in surprise; I was actually more than ready to take him.

“I loved that ones.” I murmured pretending to be sadly for my lingerie.

“I will make it worth.” He said with smile on his face before taking my calves over his shoulders. His thrusts were deep, rough, and needed, I tired to hold on to the table, but his movements got fiercely, and I could feel my orgasm coming.

The table wasn’t meant to this kind of activities. We realized it very late.

“Holy crap!” he said when he saw the table fall, holding me better in his arms. Everything I could do was laugh. He intended to let me go but crossed my arms behind his neck.

“No! Take me to bed!” I whispered in his ear. He smiled before kissing me.

He laid down on the bed with me over him. “Ride me, baby.” he said holding me from my hips.

I started to move up and down on his cock, rolling my hips. I saw he shut his eyes, a signal he was close, so I started to ride hard on him. His fingers were marking my hips as he pushed me up and down savagely. I groaned at the almost painful pleasure.

I felt his body getting tense as he filled me up with his cum.

“God! I love you!” he yelled.

Something woke up inside me, suddenly I felt dirty and ashamed. I hid my breast with my arms as I stood up from bed. His cum dripping on my inner thigh, made me just feel worst.

He didn’t realize, he was still dazed. He took my arm when he realized that I wasn’t coming back to bed. “Come back, I’m still hard.” He muttered with his eyes closed. I let him to guide my body, he made me lay down next to him and cuddle.

“These couple days have been awful; I’ve never felt that bad.” His lips were right next to neck and made me get goosebumps.” I was so scared of not seeing you again.” He said pecking my neck. He turned my hips a little, just enough to let himself into me one more time. I was feeling guilty, I was using him. I wasn’t forgiving him, but he thought I was.

I didn’t want a confrontation; I couldn’t handle one.

His hand held my face to keep kissing my mouth, and his other one at my hip, holding me steady. “Your so good for me.” he said between kisses. His hand went from my hip to my clit. He worked himself in deeper and rubbed me just in the right way.

My body was so tensed and my brain so away from the reality that I didn’t noticed he fell sleep.

I wanted to have sex with him, I enjoyed. I shouldn’t feel bad for him, he cheated on me and lied, but I wasn’t like that.

I woke up with his snoring in my ear. I got out of his embrace needy for water, the hangover was taking my body. I saw my clothes and his’s all over the floor and the broken table. I didn’t get to do the walk of shame, it was my apartment, I was living in the shame.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” His voice resounded throughout the entire place.

“Okay! You are really thirsty” he said when I drank the water quickly. I didn’t answer, I didn’t look at him. The situation was awkward, and he noticed it.

“What’s going on?” he asked from behind. I ignored him again. “Hey! Are you okay?” he shouted and turned me over to face me.

“Yes, I’m just still drunk.” I said softly. I tired my best to look unbothered.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

“Not right now. I have things to do.” I started to pick everything up. “I think you should leave; I really have things to do.” I avoided his eyes. I get repetitive when I feel nervous. He knew it.

“Well, I think you’re acting like a child. What happened last night?” his voice wasn’t loud, but it was hard.

I just could shrug, I felt ashamed, and he was mad.

“Talk to me! Damn! Don’t shut up. You always do that. I fucked everything up, I know. But you kissed me last night, you started everything so, right now please talk! Tell me what is happening!” now he was yelling, he looked mad and kind of sad, the guilt just spread across my body.

“What you want me to say, Chris? I wasn’t thinking properly.” I said, looking how he was getting dress himself.

“So, wasn’t mean a shit for you?” I felt like our roles were reversed. Now he was angry, and I was the one giving the explanations.

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings.” I could say.

“Yes, you do, and to be honest, I understand. I deserved it, but I don’t…” he was wrong, I knew I hurt him but that wasn’t my intention, I loved him, and he knew it.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m not like you.” My voice wasn’t soft anymore. We were in the same level, he wanted me to feel guilty, so I was doing the same. I continued “Sorry, but I’m not going to apologize, I didn’t want to hurt you. I felt bad and I wanted to have sex with you, you could have said no, and you didn’t do it. But I didn’t say anything to make you think that I forgave you.” His eyes goy darker with my words. he stared me for a few seconds.

“I couldn’t have said no, you could have given me a glass full of worms and I would have taken it.” I felt he was playing the victim; I could stand it.

“I give you a relationship and you pissed on it.” I said crudely.

The room got in a deep silence and filled with tension and resentment.

“You were right, we shouldn’t talk right now.” He spoke after a couple minutes, he took his jacket and got ready to leave. The scare of losing him went back to my head, but I knew it was the best and this time I stood up to it.

“I don’t want to see you again.” I said when he got closer the door. He looked at me incredulous, but he didn’t interrupt.

“I’m still mad and hurt, so I’m not forgiving you soon. But that doesn’t matter because we can’t be together, I don’t trust you and my insecurity in our relationship will freak you out at some point and it will be worst, for both of us.” I didn’t want to cry but I failed, at least he was weepy too.

I thought he was going to response, but he didn’t, he left my apartment without hesitation, slamming the door.

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osakaso5 · 3 years

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Haruka Isumi Twelve Hits! Rabbit TV Part 1: Twelve Hits!

Part 2 | Part 3

Haruka Isumi: "RADIO STATION Twelve Hits"?

Torao Mido: Ah... Isn't that the radio show IDOLiSH7 was on last year?

Minami Natsume: TRIGGER and Re:vale also participated in it.

Toma Inumaru: That's right! And we're gonna be on Twelve Hits! this year!

Torao Mido: Hmm.

Toma Inumaru: Why dont you look more interested!?

Torao Mido: It's not like we haven't done a bunch of radio shows before, right? If anything, you're a little too excited.

Toma Inumaru: Hold on... This is Twelve Hits! we're talking about! The famous radio show practically everyone in Japan’s heard of!

Toma Inumaru: It's been on air ever since we were kids, so you've got to have listened to it at least once, right?

Haruka Isumi: Nope. I like RabbiTube better, anyway.

Torao Mido: Haha, you're such a modern kid. Not that I've listened to it, either.

Toma Inumaru: You've gotta be kidding me!

Minami Natsume: I've listened to it. It's a monthly broadcast that has a new host each time.

Minami Natsume: I even appeared in it once when I was still a child actor.

Toma Inumaru: Seriously, Mina..!? That's awesome..!

Toma Inumaru: I've sent a couple messages to it, but they never got read on air. ...So you've already been on it, huh..!

Minami Natsume: Oh dear. If you open your eyes so wide, they'll fall out.

Minami Natsume: Though I must say, I like being gazed at so intensely that it might result in your loss of sight.

Haruka Isumi: Eek... Don't say scary stuff like that..!

Torao Mido: I see. In other words, this radio show is amazing enough that some people would even sacrifice their precious eyes for it.

Toma Inumaru: ...Ahem. In any case, we've got a really cool job ahead of us!

Toma Inumaru: The shows from last year were a lot of fun, too!

Torao Mido: You listened to them?

Minami Natsume: So, you listened to them.

Haruka Isumi: You did?

Toma Inumaru: S-should I not have..? Why are you all looking at me like that!?

Torao Mido: No reason.

Haruka Isumi: No reason?

Minami Natsume: No reason in particular.

Toma Inumaru: You three always work together perfectly at times like these...

Minami Natsume: I was simply commending you for having a genuine interest in even the hosts who weren't your friend, Nanase-san, without so much as gathering intel on them.

Torao Mido: Hmph. Nothing we could've done about that. Toma wants to be friends with those guys. Probably because he's not satisfied with us.

Haruka Isumi: Torao, stop sulking like a little kid. He's not gonna understand that you want him to pay more attention to you unless you tell him.

Torao Mido: I'm not sulking. I was just pointing out that he goes on and on about people other than us.

Toma Inumaru: ...I just thought it looked fun, the way they were giving each other requests for the show... I kinda wanted to try it, too...

Toma Inumaru: Listening to them made me think about how fun it'd be to do that with you guys!

Torao Mido: Oh..?

Haruka Isumi: Hmm..?

Minami Natsume: So, you want us to complete requests for you.

Toma Inumaru: That's right! Some of them could get pretty crazy and extreme, but it just seemed like something members of the same group do together!

Haruka Isumi: Yeah... I guess Tenn Kujo seemed pretty happy when he got a request from his little brother.

Toma Inumaru: Yep. So you did listen to it, after all!

Haruka Isumi: Huh? Ah..!

Haruka Isumi: N-no I didn't! I just happened to hear it from a car radio on my way somehwere.

Toma Inumaru: If you already know what the show's like, then that makes things easier! Apparently we'll also get requests from the listeners.

Toma Inumaru: Make sure to come up with good ones!

Minami Natsume: Very well. You'll answer anything, won't you?

Torao Mido: Feels nice to be on the asking end of a relationship for once.

Haruka Isumi: Let's rebel like we always do, even on radio!

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Toma Inumaru: Alright, everyone's here. Time to start brainstorming requests for Haru!

Minami Natsume: Yes indeed. I've come up with a request that should fit Isumi-san quite well.

Torao Mido: That's one hell of a smile, Minami. Is your idea really that good?

Minami Natsume: I certainly think so.

Toma Inumaru: I dunno why, but your smile's giving me the heebie-jeebies... You sure it's something that can be broadcasted on radio..?

Minami Natsume: Yes, of course. I'm sure it'll liven up his variety segment nicely.

Haruka Isumi: Variety... Ugh...

Toma Inumaru: Haha, what's with the long face, Haru?

Torao Mido: I know what his problem is. He's clearly feeling lonely because we can't be on the show with him.

Torao Mido: I guess even you've got a cute side, Haruka.

Toma Inumaru: Seriously..!? I guess that makes sense... Haru might work hard as our center, but he's still only a high schooler...

Toma Inumaru: Sorry for not noticing..! Next time, just let us know. We're a team, so we've gotta help each other out!

Haruka Isumi: ...Huh!? I'm NOT feeling lonely! Stop being weird!

Minami Natsume: Is there another reason why you looked so depressed, then?

Haruka Isumi: ...Twelve Hits! is a variety talk show, right? I just don't know what I should talk about.

Minami Natsume: You don't?

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, Tenn Kujo called me the "honor student of variety shows" once, and I don't really get what that means yet.

Haruka Isumi: I guess TV and radio aren't the same thing, but still. I'm the last member of ŹOOĻ to go, anyway.

Haruka Isumi: Since I'm doing this, I might as well do it right!

Toma Inumaru: Haru..! I didn't think you'd take this so seriously..!

Toma Inumaru: That's great!

Haruka Isumi: Hey..! Quit patting me on the head..!

Torao Mido: Don't think too hard on it. You're the host, so can't you just talk about whatever you like?

Minami Natsume: Agreed. The listeners will be there for you, Isumi-san.

Haruka Isumi: You think so..?

Toma Inumaru: That's right, Haru! Take it easy, pretend you're talking to your friends if you have to.

Toma Inumaru: Like Izumi and Yotsuba! Or... Uh, did you have any other friends, again?

Haruka Isumi: I-I've got plenty! Just the other day, I swapped RabbitChat IDs with a couple of my classmates!

Minami Natsume: Oh my, congratulations.

Haruka Isumi: ...It was mainly so we could stay in touch for our group project, though...

Toma Inumaru: ...Wait, we're getting off topic! Back to the requests!

Toma Inumaru: We can help Haru out, too. Help him practice for variety shows!

Torao Mido: Like how?

Toma Inumaru: Well...

Toma Inumaru: Ah! Ask him to do a little improv skit!

Haruka Isumi: That's too hard! I've never done comedy before!

Toma Inumaru: That's exactly why. Can't give you too low of a hurdle! Besides, a real man can overcome anything!

Minami Natsume: Or a real man can trip over the hurdle and never overcome his failure, let alone anything else.

Torao Mido: Hmph, don't you worry, someone will pick you right back up. Toma, that is.

Haruka Isumi: If you guys are joking, it's not very funny...

Toma Inumaru: You're not chickening out, are you?

Haruka Isumi: N-no way! ...I could totally do improv!

Toma Inumaru: I believe in you, buddy! You'll get your prompt on the day of the show.

Torao Mido: Haha, you've got guts, kid. In that case, I'll give you a hosting related request, too.

Torao Mido: Why don't you do a bit of bold self-promotion for your audience, and try to pitch ŹOOĻ to them?

Haruka Isumi: What, like a sales pitch for some product..? I've seen those on TV at night...

Toma Inumaru: Yeah, like one of the infomercials for those really sharp knives that can even slice a pumpkin to ribbons!

Haruka Isumi: What!? Knives can do that!?

Toma Inumaru: Pineapples, too.

Haruka Isumi: Holy crap..!

Minami Natsume: Oh my. Perhaps your skit should be about TV shopping?

Torao Mido: ŹOOĻ is a product of sorts, too. And it'll be your job to sell us to the listeners, Haruka.

Torao Mido: Captivate your audience so well that no amount of money will be enough for them to get enough of us. Your words will decide our value.

Torao Mido: What do you think? It's a pretty good talk show excercise.

Haruka Isumi: It's a pain in the ass... All I'd need to do is play them one of our shows. Can I just sing or something?

Torao Mido: If that's what you'd rather practice, then sure, whatever.

Haruka Isumi: ...Fine. I'll try.

Torao Mido: Haha, you're actually being obedient for once.

Haruka Isumi: I'm plenty obedient. And I don't really wanna do it, but we agreed on the "no takebacks" rule, remember?

Haruka Isumi: Plus, I get that you guys are just trying to help me out...

Minami Natsume: Hee hee. In that case, I suppose my request will be something sweet, to reward you for being good.

Haruka Isumi: Sweet?

Minami Natsume: Think of it as the carrot to their stick.

Minami Natsume: You may make a request for the three of us. Us older members should do our duty and spoil you every now and then, especially seeing as how your birthday is coming up.

Haruka Isumi: Huh!? I get to ask you guys for something!? ...Like, anything!?

Minami Natsume: Yes, anything. After all, we have a young heir in our midst.

Torao Mido: Since when am I an heir? Oh, well.

Toma Inumaru: ...So Mina's request was perfectly normal and radio approriate. I dunno why I was so worried...

Minami Natsume: Hee hee. I said it would fit him nicely, did I not?

Haruka Isumi: ...Feels weird. I know the skit and stuff sounded hard, but even they'd be for my own self improvement...

Minami Natsume: I only felt like going easier on you today.

Torao Mido: You'd better be grateful.

Toma Inumaru: Come on, guys..! You could at least admit how much you care about Haru!

Haruka Isumi: Hmm? ...Ehehe!

Haruka Isumi: This feels kinda nice! But still, I can't let you go too easy on me.

Haruka Isumi: I'll shock you with how good my radio hosting will be!

End of Part 1.

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batfamspews · 3 years

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Red Robin and Jason have been battling each other in an abandoned building for the past fifteen minutes and the fight ended with Jason victorious and Tim flat on his back on the ground. Both of them are bleeding and have several internal wounds.

Jason: *going to jump out of a nearby window* It’s been fun, replacement! Though I have to admit, I think you’re getting a little rusty. You used to be so strategic, but now you’re just pure chaos. I like the change but it makes you pretty easy to beat. Probably should start thinking things through again.

Tim: *deadpan, unflinching, staring at the ceiling*

Jason: *Confused because just a couple of seconds ago Tim was bustling with squirrel-like energy* Hey man, you good?

Tim: Yeah man just rethinking my life.

Jason: Ah. *goes to jump out the window but then hesitates and looks back at Tim. Not a single muscle in his body has flinched. Jason figures he had better stick around and keep an eye on him since he’s pretty sure he heard bones breaking during their fight and he wants to make sure he didn’t paralyze or give Tim brain damage.* You wanna talk about it? *goes and sits down next to Tim*

Tim: Eh, life sucks, you know? Fight all night, work all day, study. I’m supposed to be the smart one, right? What if I can’t keep up? What if I crack and lose it? What if someone smarter comes along? Besides, I can’t help but feel like I’m just ticking every one off.

Jason: *surprised but slightly amused that his straight-rod, genius brother would have such a poor opinion of himself* Heeeey, come on, little Red! You don’t suck that much! I mean, I do get sick and tired of your virtuous crap every once and a while, hence me beating you to a bloody pulp right now, but you’ve got a good head and heart! What’s making you feel so down?

Tim: …

Tim: Tried to make supper the other night. Alfred got food poisoning. He’s still in the hospital.

Jason: So you’re guilty?

Tim: *smiles* Yes but that’s just a part of it. I’m in charge of making my own food now, but since I’m scared that I’ll poison myself I’ve only been drinking a concoction I made up a while ago that I know won’t kill me.

Jason: Yeah? What?

Tim: Iced coffee made with Red Bull instead of water.

Jason: …

Jason: ……. .. . …

Jason: That sounds disgusting

Tim: It absolutely is.

Jason: How long has this been going on?

Tim: About a week?

Jason: ??? And that’s all you’ve had?

Tim: I mean, I ate some Nachos last night and I have an emergency stash of pop tarts in my room that I finished off the first two days.

Jason: ???????

Jason: AND YOU DONT EAT OUT WHY???

Tim: *shrugs* The Red Bull iced coffee gives me energy. Kinda sucks though because I crash when it wares off and have another identity crisis. I should really get some more before the tremors.

Jason: CHRIST TIMOTHY I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SMART???

Tim: You know, there’s a line between intelligence and wisdom- oh crap here they come. Totally jinxed myself.

*Jason stares in disbelief as Tim’s whole body starts shaking. He start to say something but Tim- doubled over in pain- holds up a hand to make him wait. The tremors stop after a few seconds.*

Tim: I should probably grab some more coffee or something before that happens again. You wouldn’t happen to have an energy drink on you, wouldja? I’d get some myself, but I’m pretty sure you broke something in my leg and it hurts to move it.

Jason: For the love of God, Tim, you need professional help. Call Bruce to come pick you up???

Tim: I don’t really feel like talking to Bruce right now. I don’t want to get lectured again.

Jason: …

Jason: Fair enough, but I’m not leaving you here like this. I may not be an exceptional brother or anything but I’m pretty sure it would be considered child abuse if I let you torture yourself this way.

Tim: *laughs* you just broke my bones and beat me into submission.

Jason: you were being annoying.

Tim: And besides, Bruce doesn’t stop me.

Jason: IF YOU THINK FOR ONE SECOND THAT IM GOING TO LET YOU PUT ME ON THE SAME LEVEL AS THAT MAN THEN YOU ARE DEAD WRONG. *Basically picks Tim up*

Tim: ??? Where are we going?

Jason: TO MY APARTMENT SO YOU CAN GET THE PROFESSIONAL CARE THAT YOU REALLY NEED.

Tim: Bruce is gonna be ticked. I’ve still got another hour on patrol.

Jason: IF YOU THINK FOR A SINGLE GOSHDANG MOMENT THAT IM GOING TO LET YOU STAY OUT HERE WITH A BROKEN BONE AND CAFFEINE-INDUCED SEIZURES THEN YOU ARE DEAD WRONG!

Tim: I don’t wanna tell him that-

Jason: GOOD BECAUSE I DO. HOLY COW, TIM, ARE THE OTHERS AS BAD OFF AS YOU ARE?

Tim: I mean? Dick’s been out of town so I’m gonna assume he’s doing fine. The Kents have invited Damian’s vegan butt into their household until Alfred recovers. Pretty sure Babs, Steph and Cass are surviving on hot pockets and chicken nuggets.

Jason: NOT MY GOOD GOOD GIRLS! That’s it, you’re coming home with me and are not leaving until you are fully recovered. I’m gonna call the girls too. Tonight you four are going to have a round, home cooked meal. *carries him down the stairs* Geez, kid, you’re skin and bones. On no accounts should you be this light. And you look like a zombie! Is this just the malnutrition, or are you not sleeping either?

Tim: I mean, I’ve passed out a couple of times…

Jason: TIMOTHY DRAKE WAINE

Tim: The caffeine made sleeping virtually impossible, though now that it’s wearing off I do feel a bit drowsy…

Jason: Normally I would not give an idiot like you the permission to rest while I’m helping them out but for the love of everything that is holy, Timothy, go to sleep!

Tim: Dope. *immediately passes out*

Jason brings Tim to his apartment and puts him on the couch. Jason already has a nutritious vegetable and beef stir fry ready for the girls when they arrive. He’s also made broth that Cass spoon-feeds Tim when he wakes up shaking. They’ve all turned off their coms, so when Batman desperately calls Red-Hood’s home phone for help, Jason tells him what a horrible father he’s been lately and that even a problem child like himself would make a better parent. Cass, Steph and Babs leave after supper, but have agreed with Jason to eat lunch and supper at his place until Alfred got back. Jason called Nightwing up, told him the situation and asked him to come back to Gotham to deal with Bruce. The next morning Jason brought Tim to the hospital to get an X-ray done on his leg. When they found out it was fractured, Jason arranged for a very exhausted but thankful Tim to stay at his apartment until it healed, even when Alfred recovered. During that period he was able to break Tim’s eating habits and introduce him to healthier options. According to Jason, “I might be a ‘danger to society’ and a ‘homicidal maniac,’ but at least I can make a half decent home cooked meal for my poor starving siblings!”

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loving-barnes · 4 years

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TED MOSBY – THE ONE (1)

(A/N): I needed a change and I have decided to write a HIMYM fanfic. This might have two or three parts. I have been watching the whole show again and honesly, I am obsessed with Ted. So... if you like or love HIMYM, this one is for you. Also, this is around season 5 mixed with an AU.

Pairing: Ted Mosby x reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2013

TED MOSBY – THE ONE

After all the break-ups and girls, he was ready to settle down. Usually, when he found a girl and started dating her, he would tell his friends that someone new came into his life. Maybe because of that his relationships didn’t work out. Maybe… This time, he decided to keep it as private as possible and not tell them about the new woman in his life until they were ready. It was a mutual decision. She was glad that he proposed the idea because she was only in one relationship before Ted and so, she wanted to take things a bit slow.

They would hang out together when Ted’s roommate was away or they would stay at her place because she lived alone.

“My friends come and go into our apartment, so it’s better we are mostly crashing at your place. And besides, I love it here,” said Ted to Y/N when they spend their three-month anniversary at her place. It was a simple Chinese takeout night with Star Wars. Ted wanted to watch it, just to be sure she loved the movies as much as he did.

“This is my favourite part,” she squealed excitedly.

Ted’s eyes widened and he looked at her. He stopped breathing for a moment and just stared at her face, noticing how her eyes were sparkling and he just knew that she was the one, at least the one worth saying those three powerful words.

Y/N turned to him with a smile. “What’s up?” she asked.

“I love you,” he said – simple, short and powerful.

Her hand reached for the remote control and she paused the movie. After that, she put down her plate with food and again turned to him. “Really?”

Ted nodded, still smiling. It was a genuine smile that she loved so much. “I mean it. I love you.”

And then she was on him, kissing him deeply. Then she realised one unpleasant thing. She pulled away from him. “I’m so sorry, my breath after the spicy chicken…”

“That’s alright,” he leaned to her again, capturing her lips with his.

After the kiss, she curled to his side with a plastered smile on her face. “I love you too, Ted.”

In the end, it was a good thing they decided to keep it low-key. This way, they could enjoy their time together and cherish their moments without being interrupted by Ted’s friends, mostly Barney.

Even though Barney had a thing for Robin, he would hit on Y/N a lot – Ted was sure of it. Deep down, he was scared to introduce his new girlfriend to Barney.

“Ted?” Y/N asked him the next morning when they were having a very early breakfast before work. “If you agree and if you want, I would like to meet your friends. I think I am ready,” she said.

As much as it made him happy that she wanted to meet the people he considered as family, his gut was telling him to wait a little more. “Uhm-“ he started slowly, carefully considering his next words. “About that,” he took a deep breath. “I am so glad you want to meet my friends, but could we wait a bit more, please?”

She put down her mug with coffee. “Sure,” she didn’t know what to think. “No rush. Can I at least know why? Should I be worried or scared?” she kinked a brow.

Ted took a deep breath. She needed to know some information about his friends. “They mean well, I know that, but sometimes they can be either overprotective or make everything to make fun of me. I don’t mind the second one it’s just… it might scare you off.”

She laughed a little and bit her lower lip. “Go on,” she goaded him.

“I will come clean with you. There is this girl in our group – Robin – and we used to date for a year. I don’t have any feelings for her. She is just a friend and a family, nothing more. Lily, she still thinks I might have feelings for her. I don’t. The only feelings I have are that I love you.”

“Alright,” she nodded.

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

Y/N shook her head. “Honestly, maybe a little but overall, no. I would be more worried if you met someone after me. That I would be more worried about,” she admitted. “Anything else I should know?”

Ted was pleasantly surprised that she was fine with it. “Uh, Barney, he is a womanizer and a sociopath. In the end, he is a very good friend of mine. I just want to warn you that he might hit on you, a lot.”

“And the one named Lily?”

“Right, Lily is married to Marshall. We studied at the same university. Marshall is my best friend. Lily occasionally wants to meddle in someone’s business or relationship. Usually, it is not a bad thing.”

Y/N laughed. “Seems like you are trying to say all the negative things about your friends so I wouldn’t be too shocked.”

“Pretty much,” he nodded. “So, would you still like to meet them?”

She stood up from the chair and went to him. Without a word, she sat on his lap and gave his lips a peck. “They are your friends. I want to meet them. If they don’t like me, there is nothing I can do about it.”

“God, you are amazing,” he kissed her one more time. “How about Friday night? I will come for you and we will go to McLaren’s where we hang out most of the time.”

“Sounds like a deal,” she accepted his idea.

…

He hadn’t seen the gang for over a week. When he was done teaching architecture, he went straight to the pub where his friends would already be. And he was right. They were all sitting in their usual booth, drinking beer.

“Well, look who decided to show up,” said Lily when she noticed him coming towards them. “Where have you been most of the time? We barely have seen you this century.”

Ted took a chair and sat at the head of the table. “Sorry guys, I had a lot to do at work,” he said it as if it was true. “Sometimes, it is not easy to be a teacher.”

“Seriously Ted, what is going on?” Marshall asked him.

“Nothing, really.”

“Where’s the poop, Ted?” Lily questioned.

“There is no poop, Lily. I had to create several tests for my students, prepare the lectures and had a meeting with the school council.” He said it while directly staring into her eyes.

They were quiet for a moment until Barney decided to open his mouth. “Alright, since you are here, we shall play our favourite game to get you laid.”

“Barney, no.”

“Come on, Ted. We haven’t played it for months. FOR MONTHS, Ted,” he stood up from his seat with his scotch in a hand.

While he was babbling about it, Ted’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He received a text from Y/N.

Hi, I am passing by your street and I was wondering if you would like to hang out or something?

As much as he tried not to smile, he failed, and Robin was the one that noticed it. “Ted Mosby smiling at his phone? Something is definitely going on.”

I’m inside McLaren’s with the gang. Come here and meet everyone, if you like.

“There definitely is a poop. Spill it out, Mosby,” Robin mocked him.

He kept his mouth shut, not telling them anything. “Oh man, what did you do?” Marshall was concerned. “Ted, tell us. You have never been this silent. What happened?”

“Wait a minute,” Barney sat down and pointed at Ted’s face. “I know this face.”

And before he could say that he might meet a girl, a young woman approached the table carefully. “Ted,” said Y/N softly.

He turned his head and smiled at her. He stood up, helped her with her jacket and offer her his chair. Afterwards, he grabbed himself a new one.

“Y/N, this is everyone. Everyone, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

Barney almost choked on his drink and thus sprayed it on Marshall and Lily who were sitting opposite them. “What? No, no! You are supposed to be my wingman. You are not supposed to date anyone for at least five years.” He left the booth and went somewhere else to cry.

“So, I guess that is Barney,” said Y/N while looking into Ted’s eyes.

“Exactly,” he nodded.

Lily was the next one to finally speak. “Hi, this is a surprise,” she stuttered. “Honestly a big surprise. I’m Lily and this is my husband, Marshall,” she pointed at the tall man next to her. “H-how long have you been together?”

“For over three months,” they said simultaneously.

“You kept it a secret for over three months? How? How did you manage to keep your mouth shut for that long?” Marshall couldn’t believe it.

Y/N was glad for a second that she was not the centre of the attention. They were bombarding Ted for trying to keep this relationship a secret. In the meantime, she ordered herself a beer.

“So, Y/N, tell us something about you? Or better, how did you two meet?” Lily turned her attention to her.

Y/N shrugged. “Honestly, there is nothing special about how we met. We simply bumped into each other on the street when suddenly, everything was on the ground and Ted was apologizing,” she smiled at the memory. “I was running to an important meeting and Ted was late for class.”

“After that, we met like a week later when I happened to be at the right time in the right place,” he looked into her eyes. “Some of my students told me that there was a reading in the library after class. I was not interested in going at all,” he admitted. “Then, they showed me the leaflet and there she was.”

“There I was,” she repeated almost inaudibly.

Barney came back to the booth with another scotch in his hand. “Traitor,” he said it out loud. “Marshall, you are my new and only wingman.”

“In your dreams,” he declined.

“Just wait, Mosby. This thing,” he pointed between Y/N and Ted, “will end soon and then you will be begging to be my wingman.”

“So, what do you do for a living?” Robin tried to turn the conversation where it was before Barney interrupted them.

“I am a writer. I wrote the Noble Blood trilogy and am currently working on another fantasy book.”

“I love the Noble Blood series,” Marshall almost scream from the sudden excitement. “You are Y/N Y/L/N. Holy crap, I can’t believe you were able to get her, Ted. Finally, someone normal.”

“I’m glad you like the books,” she smiled at him.

“I love them,” Marshall continued. “They are written for both boy and girls. What inspired you to write something like that?”

“Star Wars,” she said simply.

“She loves Star Wars?”

“She loves Star Wars,” said Ted.

“She loves Star Wars!” Barney exclaimed. “You just went from a 7 to solid 11.”

“Thanks?” Y/N was a bit offended and confused.

Robin joined the conversation. “Hey, I work for Channel 12 and I would like to make an interview with you.”

“You work for the news channel? That is so cool. I would love to. We should arrange something,” Y/N happily accepted. “One question, though: Is Sandy Rivers still there and being such a pig?”

Robin nodded, immediately annoyed by that man. “Sandy Rivers is a pig, but he is not working with me.”

“S-so, you’ve seen my show: Come on, Get up New York!?”

“Surprisingly yes. When I had to leave for Europe to promote the book, I would watch it while packing or getting ready for the flight.”

“My girlfriend is just awesome,” said Ted triumphantly and he quickly kissed her cheek.

“Alright, next round is on me. I am so happy to meet you. Really,” she gave them an honest smile and went to the bar.

#Ted Mosby #Ted Mosby x reader #HIMYM #How I met Your Mother #Ted Mosby fanfiction #HIMYM fanfiction #fanfiction #How I Met Your Mother fanfiction #Ted #Lily #Marshall #Barney #Robin #enjoy

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babycharmander · 4 years

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Okay so I finally watched Aggretsuko season 3 and I needed to get some thoughts out.

Overall I really really liked this season--it had a lot of laugh-out-loud funny moments. It went in directions I did not see coming at all and gave me a lot of pleasant surprises... and ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING SURPRISES, THOSE LAST FEW EPS??? OH MY GOSH????

And then... there was... Haida.

(I’m going to warn you right now--I am really not into Haida/Retsuko. I don’t think anyone’s wrong if they want to ship it, or that you’re bad if you ship it, or anything like that--I just dislike the ship myself with the way the characters are right now in the show. If you really like this ship and don’t want to hear me going on about this, go ahead an click back now--I’m not trying to argue or get folks angry, I’m just getting my thoughts out.)

Okay so I like Haida as a character just fine. He had a lot of funny moments and occasionally moments where I felt for him, but like... honestly I mainly feel a lot of frustration with him.

Retsuko rejected him, and he needs to accept that.

Admittedly since I’m coming at this as an aromantic who doesn’t quite understand romance there’s likely some stuff I’m missing here, but I just find it very frustrating that he keeps stewing in his own feelings and endlessly pining over Retsuko and really doing very little to try to change that. I also wasn’t really big on how the others were still kindof pushing him toward Retsuko (at least, when they were) when she had rejected him, but I guess it’s possible they don’t know (it’s been a while since I’ve watched the movie and season 2 so I can’t remember if Fenneko knows--I don’t recall if Haida told anyone until season 3, so if he didn’t, that’s not as bad).

It’s especially frustrating when Inui liked him, and he liked her, but still chose someone who rejected him over her. Really?? But I mean, I was only just feeling frustration there. And then we got... the last episode.

But let’s hold that thought for a moment. I want to take a second to talk about Retsuko here because it’s important.

What she went through was absolutely horriific. Being stalked was creepy enough, but then the handshake thing happened and like...

The show doesn’t shy away from swearing or cruder language, but everything the stalker said to her felt like the worst language used in the show yet. It was horrifying. I was in tears. With the stalker grabbing her hands and verbally abusing, and, let’s be real, sexually harassing her for five minutes straight?? GOOD GOSH. This show can get terrifyingly realistic at times, and this scene was no exception. (though why the heck didn’t they get someone to throw him out?! like, seriously??? no one thought to grab him or call the police then and there?? or... man, maybe (and this is even worse) the others gave her looks like “you want me to do something?” and she just subtly shook her head at them since she was afraid of the very real possibility that the situation would turn more violent than it already was...)

When the next episode started and Retsuko was acting overly-cheery, I immediately knew she was not okay. I’ve been there. Not in her exact situation, but I’ve been there.

And then the murder attempt happened, and... I mean, I’m really glad that Haida stepped in--that was incredibly brave of him and I’m glad he did the right thing there. Inui was great, too--she handled everything very maturely throughout the whole season and I kinda feel bad that she fell for someone as dumb as Haida.

Then we see that Retsuko, very understandably, is suffering from this very real trauma of nearly being murdered on top of being verbally/sexually harassed. She also, very understandably, moves back in with her parents while she’s trying to piece herself back together.

And then Haida... pulls... whatever the heck that was. Forcing himself into her house unannounced, dragging her off to the karaoke bar, and then screaming in her face how much of a chicken she is FOR BEING TRAUMATIZED.

SCREW YOU, MAN??

And like, I am so glad Retsuko called him out immediately because my GOSH that was awful. Like, genuinely, truly awful. That is not how you handle someone who is traumatized. Basically everything Retsuko said back to him was right and I am very glad she said it.

I will give Haida points for one thing: “so let’s punch back.” That was the right thing to say, and what he should have led with the entire time.

But everything else he said? Trash, garbage, horrible, why would you even THINK that was a good idea, that sucked, holy crap. He doesn’t know Retsuko at all, let alone how to deal with someone who is working through trauma.

I just... like... I’m not criticizing the writing of the show or anything--I just really really really am not liking how Haida is handling things. He’s incredibly immature and not a good fit for Retsuko at all, at least not with how he’s standing right now.

I don’t know. I think I might wind up writing a fanfic or something to sort this out for myself.

#aggretsuko #aggretsuko spoilers #this stuff hit me a lot harder than I expected it to #which I think is also why I feel so much more strongly about this

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bottlecapbaby · 4 years

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Romance Companions reacting to find out sole is pregnant?

COMBO

Daddy?

Cait: Um. Shit. She doesn’t know what babies want! She can scarcely believe she ever was one at this point. She absolutely does not think she’s fit to be a mom, but she also trusts Sole, and would much rather travel down the long difficult road of learning how to child rear than having Sole run off to raise it alone or with someone else. So she’s gonna buckle down and get to work. Maybe even read a book. She knows that Sole has had a baby before, which is a big load off of her mind, but she doesn’t want to admit things like not knowing what babies eat, so MacCready is about to be saddled with a new student.

Curie: Literally ecstatic, so happy she pretty much forgot to be scared about the fact that she doesn’t have all of the necessary skills to raise a human child. She was never a child, and she was never a human, much less a human child. Honestly, she’s probably most excited about supplies and getting together a nursery-- painting a spare room, getting a crib, collecting toys while the two of you are out exploring. Literally every teddy bear you come across, she makes a beeline, going “Oh madame, isn’t this just darling? Don’t you think our little bundle will love it?”

Danse: Danse is surprisingly not so concerned. He’s overjoyed, and he can’t imagine that raising a baby can be that hard, considering how many people he has seen who have become fully mature adults, which implies they survived infancy. He’s excited, he thinks it will be more fun than it is work, and that his strict sense of authority will be able to sway a baby into obedience. MacCready and Sole are constantly looking into the camera like they’re on the office when Danse talks about how he imagines fatherhood.

Deacon: He is terrified. So, so fucking scared. But he wants it sooooo bad. He always kinda imagined he and Barbara having a family, and meeting Sole was one second chance he never imagined he would get, to have a baby as well is just too good to be true. He is constantly waking up Sole in the middle of the night to ask questions about child raising. “Hey, can babies have peanut butter? Oh god, what if our kid is allergic. What if I make him a peanut butter sandwich and he DIES?!” “Deacon, when was the last time we even found any peanut butter? Go the fuck to sleep.”

Hancock: Life is miraculous isn’t it? He’s scared, but like a good scared, like thrilled and anxious, like he’s about to go on a big rollercoaster. He’s not so worried about what it will be like, all that matters is that he and Sole and this kid will be together, and as long as he has Sole with him he knows that things will be just fine.

Gage: The logical, practical side of him is abjectly against it. The side of him that will literally do anything to spend the rest of his life with Sole can’t deny the appeal. Things are a little more complicated with him, because of Nuka-World. If Sole is really set on this, he’s gotta come up with some type of plan on how to deal with things. But on the side of fatherhood? He’s experiencing a constant level of inner panic. He knows how not to be like his own father, but that’s really all he knows for sure. He’s scared to death that this kid will come out hating his guts. He knows he isn’t easy to get along with, he’s not sensitive or caring as far as he knows, but Sole sees something in him, and that’s enough to give him the courage to try this.

MacCready: He’s probably crying just at the idea. His life was so blessed, so perfect when Duncan was born. Things got worse when Lucy died. Now he has Sole, and he thought he’d gotten just about as many strokes of luck as one man was allowed in this life. But holy crap, another kid?! He’s excited as fuck, not to mention he already has experience.

Nick Valentine: Never in his conscious life had he considered family a possibility for him. Not only did he think no one would have him, but he also never counted on himself as the fatherly type. He’s fine with kids, sure, maybe even great with them. But he never saw himself as someone who could raise them. He wants to try, he really does, he wants to do this with Sole. But he’s also painfully aware of the fact that he’s not exactly a spring chicken. He wouldn’t call himself old, not exactly, but he can’t deny the state of disrepair he’s in, and he won’t last forever. Honestly? His biggest fear is that his kid will be scared of him. His ruined face, the gaps in his skin, not to mention his skeletal hand. Sole can deal with it, sure, but a kid? He isn’t so sure.

Old Longfellow: His own mortality hits him in the face, hard. He’s always kind of liked the idea of getting to look after a kid of his own, spend time with them, teach ‘em how to fish and hunt. At this point in his life, he thought that ship had sailed, but with Sole he’s not sure that anything is impossible. He’s happy, but he feels somewhat bittersweet on the whole thing. He might drink less, try to eat a little better, his biggest fear is that he’ll bite the big one while his kid still needs him.

Piper: Oh my god. Really? Like, this isn’t some elaborate joke? Oh my god. Piper is happy, happy in a way she never even imagined was possible, she never realized that this could ever happen in her life, between her dedication to her job and how she’s had to take care of Nat. And she is so scared. Raising a sister out of necessity is completely different from raising a child out of choice. She’s just thinking, oh man I’m an idiot. I don’t know anything about how to do this. Oh god. Until the very minute that kid is born.

Preston: He’s so happy, so excited, and his amount of worry is just a healthy amount. He knows any child of Sole’s won’t have to just rely on the two of them, they’ll be raised by a whole thriving community, and they’ll have only the best. And Preston may do more defending than he does farming when it comes to settlements, but he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. He’s probably one of the companions who is more aware of how much trouble a kid can be, and inside he’s thinking ‘bring it on, general’

X6-88: He’s not worried about any of the practicality of it. He knows what people need, and he knows that Sole has the experience needed to take care of a baby, and he knows that he and Sole have more than necessary in terms of the resources and skills needed to provide and protect. But he’s really worried that he and the kid just won’t connect. He’s a synth, always has been, never existed under the assumption he wasn’t, and he knows it has affected him socially. Sole is patient and wise, and he has learned a lot, but kids have such immediate impressions of people and might not be as understanding, he thinks.

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fineillsignup · 4 years

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Unreleased Rumors and Secrets: Minor’s Memory Book

There was a scandal for the drop rates of the first wish tree event in China, and those cards were never released for any other server. Some of those cards had Rumors and Secrets attached. Some people have translated some, but Gavin’s don’t seem to have been so, and I was asked in the R18 Discord to translate the R&S from our beloved Minor.

Minor’s Memory Book

I got beaten up.

This morning, I was super bold and stuck an “evil begone” sticker onto the school bully’s lunchbox as a challenge. Well, I stuck a bunch on, and that guy suddenly came with five other guys to corner me in the alley. I straightened my back, but I felt a chill. And the result was those four words I started this entry with... I got beaten up. With a bloody nose and a swollen face, I suddenly felt that this era really has no heroes... even a strapping young lad like myself must undergo such suffering...

Suddenly, a pair of white sneakers stood before my eyes. I lifted my swollen face and struggled to focus my eyes, only to see a fierce figure. He extended a hand and grasped the bully’s neck, with steel in his gaze!

“Holy crap... it’s actually Bai! Qi! Xue! Zhang! [Bai Qi is Gavin’s Chinese name. Xuezhang is an honorific used for male seniors in school, similar to Japanese -sempai or Korean -seonbae. I will translate as Gavin-sempai for ease of understanding by a Western nerd audience.]

Today I truly got to see with my own eyes the genuine 1v5. Gavin-sempai reduced them to ashes with his hands. He glanced down at me and was gonna leave, but I grabbed onto his pant leg.

Sempai is as cold as the legends said, all he said was one word: Scram.

What a man!!!

So now my heart has one goal: I want to learn the skill of going 1v5 from sempai!

I keep trying to look for Gavin-sempai, but he heartlessly ignores me... he just keeps drinking his water or sleeping or whatever... I need to go on the attack! So I'll make a plan for perfect understanding!

Ahem. Just "following" sempai is a dull life. Every morning at 7:30 sharp he's at the school gate, with a totally flat schoolbag. I don't know if it has any books inside it... wait, is this important to write down? No, whatever, move on.

The first thing he does is go to the snack kiosk on the north side of the school! Break! Fast! Time! Could it be that Gavin-sempai eats an ordinary breakfast just like us puny mortal men? Oooooh~ it looks like sempai really likes to eat fishballs? This is the third day in a row he ordered them. Maybe it's bad to switch up what you eat?

I made a special effort to go to the floor with the seniors, and went by the window of his class. Of course, usually he wouldn't be there, but!! Today he was there!!

As I expected, he sits in the very back row, so he can go to sleep without hesitation.

Isn't anyone paying attention to him? Oh no, what is this feeling of admiration??? [you're gay honey]

Sempai is tricky, I dunno where he goes after class, but he goes to the library eventually. I can't help thinking, sempai really does whatever he wants.

Huh?! Wait a minute, why would a delinquent like sempai go to the library?!

But even more than that, what made my jaw drop is: I saw sempai get down a book from the top shelf for the prettiest girl in the school! And he was smiling! Smi.... ling..........

I got beaten up again... it really pains my heart to write those words y'know. Why did I try to save that four-eyes who seemed so foolish and helpless but turned out to be a scoundrel? But, isn't that a hero? The times need a hero like me!

Although maybe the times don't need a weak little chicken hero like me...

When I was knocked to the ground by that school bully, that's what I was thinking. My faith was in tatters, but I thought again of the steely eyes of Gavin-sempai, how great it would be if he was there...

Maybe God happened to hear my prayer, because sempai appeared out of the blue! With his cool left hook, he knocked the other guy to the ground. I was so moved my vision was blurred with tears.

Sempai asked me, why are you always making trouble for yourself? I said with passion, because I wanna be a hero, I can't stand to see school bullies bullying the weak. Then sempai said, don't you know they all say I'm a school bully?

In my heart I said yeah I know, but with a firm resolution I shook my head. When he looked at my eyes, the light in them suddenly took on a mysterious glint... as if he was seeing a... what? An idiot?...

Sempai is really hard to get on with. He spoke to me about what real heroism means, but this went so far beyond what I expected from sempai, for him to actually speak to me! I can't remember it I can't remember it...

Anyway! In my opinion, heroism is rushing to the rescue when there's trouble!

Today I am! a! hero!

I don't know for how many days I've been sneaking after sempai, but today I suddenly came across sempai in a real jam! It was all the school bullies who he saved me from before! Altogether there were ten of them! Damn! Using an unfair advantage! How could I, Minor, let something like this happen!

Without thinking much, I rushed out to help sempai! Of course, I was once again immediately beaten up... but I discovered that sempai does 1v10 like he's nuclear powered! So hot, so hot, I think he's hotter than Superman or Ironman! Sempai is a god in my eyes!

But sempai is really cold, he said just two words, like a dagger through my heart: "you trying to die?" [Zhao si “looking for death” in Chinese.]

I could only tell him petulantly, I'm not trying to die, this is my heroism.

Sempai snorted coldly, and said don't sneak after me anymore, it's annoying.

Hahaha? My perfect plan has already been unmasked huh?

I don't even know why I said one more thing then: Sempai, I saw you help the prettiest girl in our school get a book... won’t you...

This is the first day that I've become sempai's—no, Bai-Ge [Big Brother Bai, Gavin-Bro, Gavin-nii-san]'s little brother, hehe, suddenly I feel like I'm floating. Today I can openly walk at Bai-Ge's side. Even though I'm walking on the ground I feel like I'm on a burst of wind, wahahaha! I saw people looking at me and my expression was like that! Just like that.

But I never realized that Bai-Ge would be so strict... I was just chatting idly, mentioning that even more people were giving our school flower [the prettiest girl in school] a love letter, and Bai-Ge suddenly got a weird vibe, and made me go collect those people.

Collecting people is really tiring y'know. I had to run around to a bunch of different classrooms, and getting them to come was annoying. I don't want to do this kind of work anymore.

Bai-Ge just stared at those guys without saying anything. Was it time for me to save the show??? Remembering something I had once been told by a senior, I repeated it for them verbatim, scolding them like: Young people should put their minds on learning, and not rush into romance.

Seeing how they were all trembling with fear made me even more excited.

After I scolded them happily, Bai-Ge walked over, and just said one line: Go take your love letters back. If you scare her, don't blame me if I get rude.

Damn, Bai-Ge is so cool! But saying that, did I just disocver a little secret that I wasn't meant to discover?! Bai-Ge's feelings for the school flower are actually...

I think Bai-Ge [Big Brother Gavin] is probably, sorta, definitely in love. Lately I have become Bai-Ge's private detective, but only specializing on our school flower [MC]. Maybe I should start calling the school flower "sis-in-law"... ah, in olden times heroes also loved beauties, right!

Bai-Ge is acting so different from Bai-Ge now~

Everyday he's at the library. If you wanna know where Bai-Ge is, just ask about where the school flower is and you'll know... he doesn't get in fights, he doesn't go to the track, he doesn't play ball. Like a shadow of his former self, I even saw him using test prep books... it brought me to tears.

In the afternoon when we were in the same gym class, I excitedly told Bai-Ge that Sis-in-Law chose to do basketball! I was thinking that thinking that Bai-Ge would want to grab a basketball court near her.

But he said, this is fine. Fine? Fine??? What about my basketball plan... I wanted to be cool!

But then I found out, hehe, Bai-Ge is super sly...

The volleyball court is actually closer to Sis-in-Law's basketball court than the other basketball courts are! One time I was a little careless in my aim and the ball almost hit Sis-in-Law in the head, but Bai-Ge came out of nowhere and slammed it away... how did Bai-Ge do that?!

How could he move so fast to the opposite end of the gym?!?! Is this some kind of superpower? It was instant! But Bai-Ge is so unromantic...

Sis-in-Law thanked him, but his face was even colder than when he looks at me... and just when I had been careless to try to push them together! And my thanks was that he stalked back looking at me like he was going to kill me, it hurt me down to my soul...

No good deed goes unpunished, boohoohoo...

Today I saw another Bai-Ge [Big Brother Gavin]! And that's the Bai-Ge in a sports competition! What a man what a man what a man!!!!

In the 10 laps race, Bai-Ge actually got first! He was way ahead of the guy in second and he wasn't even out of breath!

What kind of amazing skill is this? Before I only thought he had superpowers at fighting, it looks like I have much more to learn from Bai-Ge!

Today I finally learned, even though Bai-Ge is so fierce and everybody says he's a delinquent, but when they see him running all the girls' eyes were glued to his body~

Oh, drooling.

Bai-Ge looks like he's in a pretty good mood, but when I asked him to teach me about fighting 1v10, he made me go be his private detective again.......

He was really concerned about Sis-in-Law's [MC] performance in her sprint. I don't know why he's being such a tsundere, not going himself, but making me go! And he gave me his cell phone? Why? To take creep shots? Am I, Minor, that kind of person?

I called out to Sis-in-Law, she turned her head, and luckily I was able to take a beautiful shot. It was really good looking, so Bai-Ge will definitely teach me how to 1v10 right?

Result, he! Didn't!

So Bai-Ge is "hos before bros"! [In Chinese the phrase is not so negative towards the woman; it's literally "heavy on sex light on friends"]

What could I say? All I could do was squat there watching Bai-Ge staring at the pictures in his phone, from time to time letting a silly grin show.....

Damn, Bai-Ge's smiling again! How terrifying! Love makes people lose their minds!

Bai-Ge looks so depressed recently. If I called him a sad sack before, right now he's not even a sack..... Lately it seems like all he does is stare broodily into space from love.

After brooding by the piano room, he goes to the library to brood. He keeps staring at the empty place where Sis-in-Law was sitting. I dunno what he's thinking about.

But I really never thought that a guy who slept through class would actually spend the whole afternoon staring into space in the library... could it be that Bai-Ge and Sis-in-Law had a fight?

I asked around out of curiosity. I discovered that, who knows why, but lately as soon as Sis-in-Law gets out of class she rushes away, not going to the library or the piano room. I heard she goes straight home from cram school too... could she be hiding from Bai-Ge?

God, I have such an imagination, I should write soap operas. Who can say, it might be a-ok again soon!

But getting back to the topic... should i tell Bai-Ge about this? If Bai-Ge thinks that Sis-in-Law is hiding from him, won't that break his heart?

Sigh...

Bai-Ge disappeared for such a long time, but today he was finally back! But he came back all covered with wounds, how could somebody not be worried! He gave me a letter in an envelope, and said it was for Lil Sis-in-Law. The envelope was intact, but it was stained with blood.

Bai-Ge must have gone to do something really dangerous, to lose so much blood! I wanted him to go to the hospital but he wouldn't go... Bai-Ge is really too stubborn!

But he was really different today. Why do I have this kind of misgiving feeling about what's going to happen? Brrrr!

He said I need to wait longer for him to teach me 1v10... damn!! If Bai-Ge wasn't injured, I really would have thrown myself on top of him and given him two cheek smooches! Bai-Ge is the handsomest! Bai-Ge is the coolest!!!

That reminds me that Bai-Ge is gonna take the gaokao [college entrance exam]. The seniors in the graduating class are all acting sentimental lately. Is Bai-Ge's goodbye for summer vacation? Hehe, I just had an idea!

While Bai-Ge isn't here, there's only me to protect Lil Sis-in-Law from would-be Romeos!

Other men, don't even think about getting near my Lil Sis-in-Law!

She! Is! Bai! Ge's!

#10

The whole summer vacation... I never saw Bai-Ge...

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mlqc gavin #mlqc minor #my translation

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Wallflower: Chapter 13 - #raihansqueen

Raihan x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Note: This is my first Pokemon fanfic. I hope you enjoy it :) Originally posted on Archive of Our Own.

Summary: You’re an unassuming Pokemon breeder who works at the nursery in the Wild Area and he’s Raihan, the fearsome gym leader of Hammerlocke who has more than a million followers. You don’t want anything to do with him but he’s…persistent.

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Lemon, smut, violence, language

#raihansqueen

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It's been a while, but you wake up feeling like Lotad shit. You're pretty sure it's from the Death in the Morning.

Holy crap, they weren't kidding. You feel like death, with legs like jelly and your head threatening to explode. You don't remember much about last night after you left the club...

Groaning loudly, you let your eyes adjust to the minuscule morning light that's seeping into the room through the slits of the blinds just as Raihan gives you a tight squeeze, grunting audibly under his breath. Whoops, looks like you've woken him up by accident. It dawns to you that you're both in bed and naked as the day you were born and he's spooning you from behind with one arm wrapped around your waist, your back pressed firmly against his bare chest.

"Morning already...?" He mutters, his eyes closed.

"Yeah..." You croak out, reaching for his clock blindly and accidentally knocking over last night's used condom off the bedside table and onto the floor.

You finally grab the clock and once your vision clears up, you squint your eyes for a closer look: it's a few minutes past seven and it's a Saturday, so you can afford to sleep in with him. Yawning, you move to lie on your back but you do so as quietly as possible and in a manner which hopefully doesn't disturb Raihan too much.

As you shift around, he lets go of your waist before he climbs on top, resting his head over your chest and wrapping his arms under your back, holding you tightly and rubbing his cheek against your breasts. You settle your arms over the back of his neck as he clutches you tightly, snuggling into you - but not before quickly pressing a chaste kiss over your breast, and another. And another.

"Do you have any matches today?" You ask, exhausted and he presses one final kiss before stopping to rest.

"...No..." Raihan mumbles under his breath; you feel the sides of his shaved head prickling your skin and you squirm somewhat.

"...Should we get up?"

"...No."

"Okay..."

He sounds sleepier than you so you let him sleep and you do the same, closing your eyes again and the next time you wake up, you do so because something weighty slams down on your ribcage and effectively squashes the air out of your lungs and your eyes jerk open. Swerving your glance down, you see Axew.

"What the - "

Axew growls lightly, happy to see you're awake and affectionately paws at your face before he presses down on your ribs, causing your eyes to bulge. Oof, the little guy is seriously packing some strength in that tiny body. You realise he's your wake-up call and you lift him off you and carefully settle him back on the ground. Glancing around, you notice Raihan is missing from the bed. Checking the clock again, it's now two in the afternoon.

Holy crap! This is the latest you've ever woken up! Half your day is gone. Axew scurries out of the bedroom as you sit up and you can hear him rampaging through the hallway and down the stairs.

You can also finally feel your legs so you hastily leave bed albeit wobbling slightly as you stand, then you tidy the sheets and pillows and promptly notice the stain on Raihan's sheet and curse at the mess you both made last night - you end up pulling the sheet from the mattress to be washed for later - then you scour his room for your clothes, locating your bra and panties which you quickly put on. The rest of your clothes seem to be missing so you rub the back of your ankle with one foot, biting down on your lip as you head to the hallway in your underwear.

"Rai, where are you?" You call out, leaning over the banister. There's no response, so you head downstairs with your Rotom in hand and the living room door is closed - you push it open and say, "Raihan?"

You see your boyfriend in the living room, lifting weights whilst lying on his back over the bench. He's in a black vest and shorts with his headband missing. The TV's on but the volume is low, showing a sappy soap drama featuring an Electabuzz and a Wigglytuff - Applin, Torkoal and Bagon sit on their haunches, watching, whilst Axew plays with a poketoy in one corner.

But then you see that his Rotom phone is hovering in mid-air and the little red light is on, and it occurs to you that he's filming one of his workout videos. Rotom turns to you upon your arrival and you're now on screen, all in your underwear glory.

Eyes wide, you quickly wave your hands frantically in the air before you attempt to cover your body and face. "Rotom, no!"

Raihan sits up at once; you can see the muscles in his arms and shoulders bulging each time he moves, a thin sheen of sweat lining his skin. "Rotom, stop recording."

"Bzzt, sorry..."

"Not your fault." Raihan says, grinning; his Rotom flies over and hugs his calf whilst Raihan smiles at him assuringly and puts down the weights.

Meanwhile, you stand limply in the open doorway and gesture flimsily to the phone. "Um, were you recording just there?"

"Yep." Raihan nods, stretching his shoulders, "It was a live feed - one of my workouts."

"Motherfurret!!!" You exclaim in horror, mouth hanging open.

He laughs jovially, then he glances at you up and down as he shifts over the bench. Ah, cripes...you're still in your underwear. Aghast, the gravity of it all is sinking in...you have accidentally walked in on his videos. Casting a meek glance to him, he says, "Relax, I'm sure no-one saw you."

In a split second, your Rotom goes off and you glance at the lit-up screen. Swiping it, you see one of the social media pages you follow being updated with a blurry photo of you in Raihan's living room as per his feed with the caption "When your mom comes home from shopping and you forgot to take the chicken out from the freezer".

There's already a few comments from some users, mostly from those who were watching Raihan's video before he closed it, speculating who you are (Raihan's girlfriend - obviously) and your identity (luckily, nothing yet).

"No-one saw me, huh? Look, I've already become a meme." You moan as you show your phone screen to him.

Raihan chuckles again whilst you sigh heavily, "Don't worry about it, you'll be fine." He says coolly, "Are you feeling better?"

You place Rotom on the sofa, tucking some hair behind your ear before you hug yourself, rubbing your elbows. "Yeah, I'm okay now."

"You're gonna catch a cold. Here, put this on." Raihan adds. As you step around the Pokemon, careful not to disturb them, he grabs his hoodie that he's kept folded beside him and hands it to you; you proceed to slot your arms through and zip it up.

"Thanks. Have you had anything to eat yet?"

"Just something light."

"I'll make us some lunch." You mutter under your breath; before you leave the living room, you notice Raihan's pretty sweaty so you help him wipe his forehead with the towel that he's left by his side. "Sorry I interrupted your live broadcast."

Raihan regards you for a few intense moments before he reaches over, grabs you by the arm with sturdy but gentle strength and he pulls you into his lap. You find yourself wrapped up in his arms at once, before he gives you a tight squeeze. His warmth seeps into you from all four corners and you can't help but chuckle and close your eyes as he confines you in his hold, keeping you balanced in his lap. "You're freezing."

"I couldn't find my clothes."

"Did you check the bathroom?"

"Ah, not yet. I'll look for them later."

He chuckles, scooping your hand into his and rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles before he leans over, pressing his lips against the side of your cheek over and over again. “You don't have to apologise." He murmurs next, moving his lips to your ear. As you squirm in his arms, he lets go of you after planting one final kiss on your temple. "I’ll finish up in a few minutes. I’ll help you.”

”It’s fine, just take your time. It’ll be ready when you’re done.” You say; with that, you wriggle free from his grip and move to stand whilst Raihan finishes the rest of his workout, picking up his discarded weights off the floor; he watches you with a grin as you head into the kitchen, his hoodie reaching your thighs.

In the kitchen, the Pokemon's bowls are filled with food and water so you don't have to worry about them - and you open the fridge, checking the contents. Since you live on your own, you don't bother making dazzling meals for yourself....but since you're at Raihan's, you should really make more of an effort. You bite your lip when it occurs to you - this is the second time you have stayed at Raihan's house now, and it gets better and more exciting each time. You're wearing his hoodie again! You carefully take a whiff, inhaling his scent. Right, onto more serious matters now...you should really cook your man a good meal. Your mum always said to get through to a man's heart is through his stomach. So you should show off your culinary skills, show that you can be a good wife...or maybe you're thinking too far ahead? Nah.

It doesn't look like Raihan has stocked up on food since your last visit though so you can only make do with a simple but healthy pasta and a salad, along with a batch of tea and coffee and some fruit. You hope he doesn’t mind the simplicity of it all...but what if he's used to Michelin meals?

Time to get to work anyway - you roll up the sleeves of the hoodie and start grabbing ingredients out of the fridge. As you prepare, you put the water to boil in the kettle and slice some pieces of fruit, laying them on a plate as aesthetically as possible.

When you're finished cooking, you set his two seater dining table in his kitchen and line the cutlery and cups and although you're not sure if Raihan will be willing to eat your food considering it's not anything spectacular whatsoever, you see him slipping inside the kitchen with the Pokemon following.

"How are you getting on?" He asks, as you empty some of the food off the bowl and onto the plates.

"All done now. You can grab a seat." You say with a wide smile as you tidy the bowls and spare cutlery away.

Raihan plops himself down in an empty chair but before you can take the seat opposite him, he reaches for you yet again and pulls you into his lap. Before you can protest, he snakes an arm around your waist quickly to silence you before pushing you further into his chest with his other hand under your butt, clutching you tightly to him as he drinks in the sight of the fruit pieces, the coffee and tea and the plate which is brimming with food before he instructs Rotom over to take a few snaps of your cooking. He doesn't move his hand off your ass, deciding to keep his hand there.

"This looks great." He murmurs under his breath; your faces are near and this close proximity is enough to make your heart pound as you swerve your glance to him.

“Thanks, I wasn't sure if you'd like it or not.” You utter, slipping a hand to rest on his shoulder just as he props you up properly on his lap and you're pressed up even tighter against him.

"No, I like this." He mutters as he lets go of your waist to grab the fork, stabs it into the salad and puts it into his mouth, chewing. "Mm, this is good."

Your cheeks go pink in response. Raihan grabs another forkful, this time, prodding the fork for you so you open your mouth and you only nibble on a few pieces of lettuce before he scoops the fork into his own mouth and eats the rest. You chew silently as he looks at you, then presses the fork for your taking. You want to try the steamed vegetables you made, so you prod at a few carrots and broccoli and lift the fork to him. He opens his mouth and eats one piece only, leaving the rest to you.

You both do this a few more times, taking turns, then he silently lets go of you so you finally weave your way to the seat opposite him.

You chat through the meal and pour yourselves cups of tea and coffee and occasionally Axew will tug on Raihan's socks for scraps and Raihan will toss a piece of bacon for him. Rose's party is approaching soon and you don't have anything to wear so you will go shopping at Hammerlocke boutique later.

Raihan finishes the meal before you and it grows silent between you two but it's not unpleasant or uncomfortable at all, and as you casually flick your glance up, Raihan is on his phone again - maybe he's uploading the picture of the meal you cooked for him onto his social media account. You continue eating, prodding at a penne pasta when you feel something rubbing along the length of your calf and you pause at once.

It's probably one of the Pokemon - which is the first thought that comes to mind - but when you throw your glance over to where they are, none of them are nearby, not even Axew. They’re all at their bowls, drinking their water and eating their own grub. You glance at Raihan next but he wordlessly sips his coffee whilst casually staring off at the calendar on the wall until he flicks his gaze to you - and you lock eyes.

The sensual rubbing continues, running up the side of your leg before sliding back down. You clear your throat absent-mindedly, chewing your food and swallowing. Two can play at this game. You begin retreating your leg from his and carefully manoeuvre your leg around - and the small table means you are close enough to nudge your foot against the material of his shorts, purposely rubbing his crotch.

Taken off guard, he coughs slightly, lowering his mug before he turns to you, the corner of his lips tugging upwards into a visible smirk. You smile at him in response as you eat your meal and continue to rub his bulge and you feel him growing hard.

This continues for a while or so until you're onto your last shred of pasta and in a split second, he grabs your foot from under the table, his strong hand gripping your heel and your breath gets caught in your throat before he slides his hand over your calf and the side of your thigh, caressing you gently. He doesn't hurt you but it's enough to send your pulse racing.

"The pokemon are watching." He mutters, and you look to the left where you see Torkoal and Applin blinking blankly at your display.

“You started it.” You point out, pouting.

Chuckling, Raihan gulps down the rest of his coffee before he lets go of your leg. He moves to stand, flexing his shoulders and cracking his neck by tilting his head side to side gently before he promptly wanders to your seat; as you look up at him, he scoops you up and off your chair, forcing you to let a squeak of surprise as he settles you over his shoulder.

”Alright then, let’s take this upstairs, shall we?”

...

After having sex, you both begin to get ready to go out. You grab your clothes and put them on whilst Raihan dons a pair of loose black joggers, a white t-shirt and a light blue oversized denim jacket with a Borg collar lined with white fur. You both get dressed silently albeit mindful of each other and occasionally, you'll spot him glancing at you every now and then before grinning. You can't help but feel closer to Raihan than ever before.

"Ready?" He asks, and you nod as he ties his hair up messily; he leaves the headband, choosing to reach for a pair of glasses that he's left folded over his desk, propping them on.

You're pretty sure he doesn't need glasses but it's a refreshing look and it's enough to steal your breath away. Raihan continues to surprise you in so many ways. You both leave the bedroom, heading downstairs and into the landing; Bagon will be your companion so he eagerly waits for you both by the door whilst you put on your shoes. Once you're ready, Raihan opens the door but you hesitate at once, glancing up at him.

"Is this really okay?" You ask. You've lost your nerve, worried and anxious about going out with Raihan in public.

"Of course." He scoops your hand with his and threads his long fingers with yours, clutching your hand firmly. "Let's go. C'mon, Bagon, you too."

Holding your hand tightly, Raihan leads you outside. He locks the door behind him whilst Bagon hops down the steps and waddles to the gate, biting down on the lever and tugging it, easing the gate open for you both before he joins your side. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, the stroll from Raihan's home to the boutique begins. It's only a few minutes away but you can't help but wonder what might happen. More photos... and maybe more memes will definitely be uploaded onto the internet, that's for sure.

Oddly enough, you find that you no longer give a Rattata's ass about that. It's your life and you're with Raihan. Life is short and you should cherish what you have, especially with the dragon tamer. However, the moment you begin to walk down Raihan's street and you find it unnerving although you're not even at main street yet...for whenever you pass someone, you feel their eyes on you. Raihan chats to you, oblivious, but you're unable to concentrate properly.

Finally, you reach the main street and it's a wholly different experience. People begin to stare with remote abandon. You swallow down, your heart beginning to beat even faster and your palms becoming sweaty. Deep inside, you know sooner or later, you will need to be seen with Raihan in public. You can't keep it a secret and he once said it's not fair on you if he dismisses the rumours of him dating you. And it's not fair on him if you refuse to be seen with him. You should be confident then, hold your head high, smile and look happy.

Raihan squeezes your hand firmly, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. "You okay?"

"Everyone's staring at us."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it and - "

"Mum, dad, look; it's the Great Raihan!"

You both avert your gazes to a small family who are staring at your direction. Their little boy waves energetically to Raihan and hooks his fingers into claws.

"Mr Raihan, look!!! Grrrroooowl!!!" The little boy roars, and the couple smile and wave at you and Raihan. Raihan waves back in response with a cool grin whilst you gawk awkwardly. The couple quickly usher their child away, thank Raihan and quietly depart.

Unsure if you will ever get used to this, the rest of the journey is thankfully uneventful which you are grateful for. People stare but do not call out to Raihan. And as you make your way further down the streets, you pass a shifty-looking man dressed in black, leaning against the wall of the barbers, reading a paper. Just a few steps away, a group of men huddled by a lamppost - also clad in black - converse in hushed tones. Further down, two men in black can be seen standing outside a shop, staring at the window display.

"What is it?" Raihan asks, noticing you're distracted as you throw quick glances over your shoulder every now and then.

"Um...is it just me or are there a lot of weird men about, all dressed in black?"

"Really?" He glances around as inconspicuously as possible.

It dawns to you how paranoid you may have come across and you hastily brush off the notion. "Never mind, I'm probably thinking too much." Coupled with a weak laugh, you hope Raihan won't think too much about your perhaps bizarre comment.

The boutique sign finally looms into view and you are so darned relieved to see it; Raihan pushes open the door for you and you step inside. It's not busy; there are only three customers perusing the racks and Raihan strolls in leisurely whilst you and Bagon trail after him, looking around the fancy decor and the numerous clothes on display. He approaches the counter where the sales assistant beams widely at him.

"Hello there, Mr Raihan! Good to see you! How can we help you today?"

Raihan leans on the counter with a grin and you observe them engaging in some small talk before finally, he reaches for you, introduces you to the assistant and adds, "My girlfriend and I have been invited to a party."

The assistant averts her glance from Raihan to you, smiling. "Understood! Follow me."

She promptly leaves the counter and Raihan motions for Bagon to follow. The assistant leads your group down the corridor and to the back of the shop away from the other customers and stops at a thick, red velvet curtain which she pulls back for the two of you. Raihan prompts you to enter first before he steps in after you with Bagon waddling by his heels.

You've been brought to a room that only contains a few items on display. There are only a few dresses hanging off black hangers. The shoe and handbag selection is even smaller and it occurs to you that it's the VIP section and you turn round to Raihan who sits himself down on the plush red couch provided, balancing Bagon on his lap.

"I'm fine with the selection outside." You mutter, but Raihan and the assistant merely smile at you.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll like these even better, miss. Everything we have in this room is in season." The assistant says with a broad smile before she turns to leave, "I'll be outside if you need anything."

"Thanks, Mary." Raihan replies, before turning to you.

"Are you gonna buy anything?" You ask.

"Nope, I'm good. Go ahead and choose what you like, I'll pay."

You bite your lip in response. You're pretty sure everything costs you at least two to three months of your pay check; you cannot afford anything in this room and you glance around a little helplessly. "Rai, I can't."

"Why not? I get discounts anyway."

"...But this is too much."

"Just think of it as a gift." He says jovially, lifting Bagon's paw and making him wave at you.

Your parents have always taught you to accept gifts with kindness but this might possibly be too much...but rejecting might be worse. With much reluctance, you croak out, "Thanks."

"My pleasure, princess."

With Raihan's blessing, you head over to the aisle with dresses and begin going through them whilst Raihan plays with Bagon, lifting him up and down in the air until Bagon attempts to bite his fingers and bash his rock-solid head against Raihan's chest.

This is identical to that movie you saw on Snomflix the other day called Pretty Froslass, about a down-on-her-luck Froslass who is hired to be the escort of a very wealthy Magmortar and end up falling in love with despite the Froslass' sketchy occupation.

You proceed to inspect each dress even though there's only several to choose from but they are all incredibly beautiful and well-made; a few minutes in, Raihan leaves the VIP section to return to the main area of the boutique with Bagon - maybe to calm the pokemon down or whatnot, leaving you alone to your own devices for a brief moment until Mary the sales assistant returns.

You pick out a decent, sleeveless black dress and she helps bring you one in your size and shows you the changing room - it's separated by another red curtain which she holds open for you. You thank her, step inside with the hanger in hands, glancing around. The dressing room is as luscious as the room outside. There's another couch, a bench with folded hand towels and large mirrors stuck on all three walls, lit up by little spotlights. It's so...extra. Swallowing down, you quickly shrug yourself out of your daily, bland, cheap, everyday, supermarket-branded clothes and put on the expensive shiny dress, unzipping it carefully at the back and slipping it on.

It's a perfect fit, stopping just a few inches above your knees - the perfect length. All that's missing is a matching pair of heels and a handbag - you can just use the ones you have at home, no need to buy it from here, of course. As you stare at your reflection, patting down the dress and smoothing down the impressive fabric over your belly, you can't help but feel awkward - you look like a little girl in big shoes.

The dress is clearly too expensive and it shows, because you feel out of your depth. Of course, you're just wearing minimal, if none, makeup and once you put some more effort into the makeup and hair department, there'll be bound to be a change but right now, you feel odd and...undeserving of such a nice garment.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching from outside, bringing you out of your thoughts. It's Raihan. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

The curtain pulls to one side and Raihan enters with his hands behind his back just as Mary steps away to give you two some privacy. Raihan looks surprised at the sight of you, eyes widening for a split second before he flashes you a huge, heart-wrenching smile. "It suits you." He stops by your side, glancing at you from head to toe.

"You think so?" Your cheeks grow red in response as you throw your gaze to yourself.

"Yep." He says, grinning. "But it's missing something."

"What?"

"Turn round for a second." He says, and you do as you're told, turning to face your reflection and Raihan moves to stand behind you; he proceeds to bring out a beautiful silver necklace with a diamond and fix it around your neck. Eyes bulging, your jaw drops as he lets go after he's fastened the clasps together and takes a step back. "What do you think?"

"Uwoo..." You croak like a dried-out Palpitoad. Discovering words cannot leave your throat, your only means of expressing gratitude is by throwing your arms around him.

Raihan embraces you in response, pulling you closer to him before you feel a weight pressing against your legs; glimpsing down, you and Raihan spot Bagon attempting to join the hug, looking up at the two of you wistfully. You smile at the pokemon, before shifting your glance up at Raihan. His grin widens as he leans towards you, pressing his lips gently over yours.

"Have you decided on what dress you want?" He murmurs against your lips.

"Yep, I'll take this one."

"Great."

Pulling away, he leaves with Bagon again so you can get changed; you shrug yourself out of the dress carefully and bundle it up into your arms. You make a move to remove the necklace and hesitate, staring at your reflection. Raihan has given you an extremely expensive gift...

Your heart pounds frantically as you carefully remove it, slipping it into your bag, ensuring it's safe. He must've bought it when he left you alone briefly. You leave the changing room and VIP section, joining Raihan and Bagon outside in the main area.

It’s then you notice that Bagon has been fixed up with a black bowtie and you squat to his level, cooing at him. "Oh! Don't you look so adorable...so dapper and chic."

Bagon growls lightly in response as you pet his head. You hope Raihan has gotten bowties for the other Pokemon too. The shop is even emptier than before, partially due to how late it's become. As the sales assistant wraps the dress into a fancy black box tied with white ribbon, you wander to a random aisle whilst Raihan realises you've only picked out a dress and raises a brow.

"Mary, I think you've forgotten something." He points out.

You turn round as Raihan glances at the sales assistant expectantly who seems to understand his plight. "Yes, Mr Raihan, right away, sir."

You watch as she scurries away and back into the VIP section, disappearing behind the curtain before she re-emerges with a matching black handbag which she begins to wrap also. You watch with widened eyes once she's finished and Raihan returns to the counter, fumbling around in his pockets. He pulls out a credit card and promptly pays for everything.

You watch silently, holding your breath. Raihan returns to your side with a cheerful smile as he slips his card back into his pockets and you both leave the store with bags in hand, the sales assistant escorting you out and bowing as you leave, thanking you for the patronage.

Raihan takes your hand again as you head back. On the way, you notice the number of men clad in black on the streets seems to have doubled.

...

It's finally the day of Rose's party, you'll be meeting Raihan at the venue - the Rose of the Rondelands. You manage to leave work on time and head home to quickly get ready. With less than three hours to get prepared, you wash your hair, do your makeup and put on the dress and necklace Raihan has treated you to, put on a bracelet and ring just to match, slip on your heels and grab the bag.

"How do I look?" You ask your pokemon as they crowd round, looking up at you. Your pokemon displays their signs of approval by purring or chirping and you grin at them. "I'll be off now. And don't open the door to strangers."

With that, you head out and your Pokemon send you off; you've called a Corviknight taxi in advance and it's waiting for you patiently in your front yard. Stepping inside the tiny cubicle, you tell the cabbie your destination and you're off.

You haven't heard from your friend since so you don't know if she ever met up with Leon - either way, you're curious who his plus one will be. When you're at the hotel, you're stunned to see how busy it is and now you're blending in with your expensive dress yet anxiety begins to bite at you from all four corners as you hesitantly make your way inside.

Huh...I feel like a fake. A fraudster. You think nervously to yourself, This isn't me. This isn't me at all - I don't belong in this world, no siree.

The exhibition will be held in the Grand ballroom. The concierge directs you there even though there's a big fancy sign in the lobby that indicates where one should go. Also, it denotes that not only is it an exhibition but it's actually a small opening ceremony that offers a sneak preview of some of next year's sponsorships allowing investors and stakeholders to endorse their money and resources accordingly.

You gawk at your surroundings as you're led further inside. This is extremely confidential...only the most VIP of VIPs get to attend this. Okay, that's perhaps a crappy way to put it, but it's true. Is this even allowed? Nothing illegal is happening here, right?

Feeling way out of your league and definitely out of place, you wonder if you really should be here. On your way, you see Ball Guy in one corner, waving to guests but no-one bothers to pay him attention. He looks out of place here anyway...The majority of guests are rich gentlemen, socialites and rich boys and girls (literally, as per their trainer class).

Most of them are talking to each other and don't seem concerned with you as you head in on your own. They're all accompanied with pokemon, which makes you realise you should've brought some of your house'mon with you.

"Oh my, did you hear? Gordie's brought his mother as his plus one." snickers a rich-looking guest. Her accent is thick Galarian, and dare you say it, snobbish.

"Well, in his defence, I suppose she can still be accounted for as a gym leader and all the gym leaders are invited to participate," murmurs an equally, uptight young man, "Even sweet Bea is here, filling in for that poor excuse for a boy, Allister."

Now, your mother would tell you this is a good opportunity to network but your networking skills are chickenshit and you don't want to talk to these snotty folk so you decide to find Raihan. He's messaged you anyway, indicating that he's waiting for you outside the grand ballroom, somewhere in the hall.

You glance around and it doesn't take you long to find the gym leader at all - he's so tall he sticks out amongst the crowd - and he's talking to someone but when he spots you from the corner of his eye, he pauses, stops talking altogether and excuses himself. You pull down on the hem of the dress slightly, adjusting the straps and tucking loose hair behind your ear as he makes his way towards you.

You're used to his swagger, but you find yourself blushing profusely when you realise he hasn't taken his eyes off you not once and you swallow down the thick lump in your throat when he stops in front of you. He lets his eyes wander, gazing at you from head to toe and your cheeks grow even warmer when he reaches for your hand and lifts your knuckles to his lips, pressing a quick kiss over the back of your palm which makes you smile.

"Uh...h-how do I look?" You ask nervously, "D-do I look okay? Or weird? 'Cos I feel weird."

"You look like a princess. My princess."

Your breath catches in your throat at once and you stare wide-eyed at Raihan, before you quickly turn away, your cheeks going pink. "...W-well, now I look weird because I thought you'd be wearing a suit or something but you're not. Why are you in your gym uniform?"

"All gym leaders are to wear their uniforms for events like these." He replies with a grin, "C'mon, I'll introduce you to Kabu. He's already inside."

"H-huh? Oh, okay..." You nervously stutter as he offers you his hand; you slip your hand into his and next, he places his other behind your back, gently guiding you with him through the crowd. "Now I am even walking like a princess."

"Yep." He chuckles, and you cringe again, "Were you okay coming here?"

"Yeah." You say, as you navigate the hall with him. He's so tall, and it's hard not to notice Raihan so everyone makes room for the both of you as you walk. As you pass the guests, you notice everyone's staring...

The two of you head inside the grand ballroom, and you try not to gape at the luxurious interior. This cannot be happening to you right now...this must be a dream... never in your life did you ever imagine you would be able to have the chance or opportunity to step foot in a place as wondrous as this. You can't help but gawk as you stare at the beautiful painted walls and ceiling, the glittering golden chandelier and the huge, numerous tables. The room seems to stretch on and on.

"Chairman Rose handpicked the interior decor and design of this room himself." Raihan adds.

You gulp. "...He's got good taste."

At the door and a member of the events staff hands you a leaflet. You scan the brochure quickly: it's a breakdown of tonight's programme - Rose will make an opening statement, followed by some networking. Then it will be Eli's brief but 'special announcement'.

After that, there will be the dinner... the first exhibition battle will begin between Milo and Piers, and then there will be a fifteen minute break before another networking event...and a second battle begins between Nessa and Melony. As you scour the rest of the booklet, you begin to really wish you weren't here...

Waiters and waitresses weave in and out of your path, balancing tall flute glasses filled with glistening champagne. Along the way, you spot Oleana in a dark red gown, standing in one corner silently on her own. You also see the Galar gym leaders - indeed, as Raihan said, they're dressed in their gym uniforms...except Nessa, who is wearing an elegant blue and white dress.

You even catch glimpse of Eli who is discussing with a group of men clad in black, holding black briefcases. You quickly look away, hoping not to have been caught staring. There's something off about Eli but you really don't know what, and the fact that he's talking to another group of men in black is awfully peculiar. Soon, the group dissipates again. Two of the men disappears into the fire exit and another leaves the room. Meanwhile, Eli turns and spots yourself and Raihan - and promptly stalks towards your direction.

"Trouble at twelve o'clock..." You utter to Raihan, and he nods briefly just as Eli calmly strolls in front of you both, balancing a glass of champagne in hand, stopping you in your paths.

"Good evening, Raihan." Eli mutters with a smirk. He's missing his bruised jaw and you think he's covered it up. Makeup or something, whatever.

"Eli." Raihan acknowledges with a gentle smile. You cannot fathom how Raihan can still be so courteous around him. You would not be so courteous, no. Hell, you may strangle the man if you were provided the chance.

Eli turns to you next, looking at you up and down with a slender brow raised. "Well...who would have thought...your girlfriend sure cleans up well. From Pokemon Breeder to Raihan's Princess...now I get it. That's quite the transformation."

You feel a shiver run down your spine; Eli's double-edged compliment sends chills all over. You have Raihan with you this time so you should not be afraid. However, you feel your knees quake relentlessly. And you are getting annoyed with the pet name now unless Raihan is using it.

If Raihan is using it, you know it's an endearing, affectionate term for you. But when Eli uses it, it is sullied and an insult. To your utmost surprise, however, Eli gives you both one last sparing, if not tired, glance and merely wanders off without a further word. It's his special night apparently, perhaps he's determined not to ruin it...

"That reminds me." You say, "What exactly is his 'special announcement'?"

"Nobody knows." Raihan laments under his breath.

"Maybe he will announce that he's quitting his job and decided that he's going to leave Galar for good."

Raihan turns to you and chuckles.

"Too hopeful?"

"Perhaps." He leans down and pecks you on the cheek. "Are you okay? Did he scare you?"

"It was better because you were with me this time."

As you both grin at each other, you continue making your way into the ballroom - Raihan spots Kabu at a buffet table and points you to a stern-faced man with greying hair and you both head over. "Kabu."

The man turns round with a flat red bug perched on his shoulder. It's his Sizzlipede. "Ah, hello Raihan, it's good to see you."

Raihan steers you in front of the Motostoke gym leader, hands on your shoulder. "Good to see you too. Kabu, this is my girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you." Kabu replies, and you both shake hands.

"Nice to meet you too."

"Raihan told me the other day you were interested in secret bases in Hoenn."

"Yes, that's right."

"I can recommend the area near route one hundred and seventeen."

"Oh, thank you."

You continue chatting to the stoic man; he reminds you of someone but you're not entirely sure until you remember Pryce, the gym leader of Mahogany Town back in Johto.

They both have the same calm but wise, stoic demeanour. You find that you enjoy your conversation with Kabu as you talk about fire-type pokemon, duties as a gym leader, his life in Hoenn and what he gets up to in the weekends.

You were networking! And it wasn't as bad as you thought! Or maybe it's because Kabu is easy to talk to and he's a gym leader?

Soon, the lights in the room begin to go dim and a spotlight appears on stage and the entire room descends into silence. Everyone averts their focus to the stage as Chairman Rose appears, and you're surprised you didn't see him earlier but you guess he was busy entertaining the vast majority of guests considering it's his exhibition event.

Donned in a smart black tuxedo and a single red rose fixed to his pocket, Rose smiles at the audience as he steps up and stops behind the microphone. Raihan has been standing by your side the entire time, his hand entwined with your own. He gives you a tight squeeze and when you glance up at him, he grins widely.

"Good evening and thank you for coming today." Rose says, "We are gathered here to formally celebrate the upcoming gym challenge of Galar."

He goes on about the history of the Pokemon League briefly but you cease to listen, choosing to look around the room. Everyone is engrossed with Rose's speech.

All the gym leaders listen intently - and you spot Leon standing beside Opal. Leon's not with anyone, much to your surprise. Eli is also nowhere to be seen. You do however, notice several men clad in black amongst the crowd whom you didn't notice before.

Once the speech is over, the lights return and everyone begins the actual networking event which you're dreading. Kabu was an exception - you really despise networking and you want to merely grab a glass of champagne and find the nearest exit but Raihan seems adamant in introducing you to his fellow gym leaders. He's a natural at this, being extroverted since birth possibly...and he introduces you to Milo and Nessa, until Leon, his Charizard and Opal wander over and you breathe a sigh of relief since you're familiar with them already.

Everyone greets each other and whilst Raihan and Leon talk, Opal turns to you and says, "Dear, whatever happened to your friend? Poor Leon is here without a plus one. She never responded to my messages. Is she alright?"

"Huh? Oh, I don't know. I'll find out." You utter, confused. Turning to Leon, you say apologetically, "Sorry, Leon."

The Champion grins at you regardless, "Oh, it's fine, I have my good buddy Charizard with me anyway." Leon says, and Charizard beside him nods and lets out a snort of breath from its nostrils.

This is awkward; you decide to head to the ladies to powder your nose - or at least, that's what you told them anyway. You leave the suffocating atmosphere of the ballroom and slip into the quiet and empty hallway, locating the signs that point you to the female lavatory. Once you arrive, you open the door to see two women inside already, chatting and giggling to each other as they check their reflections - and your blood goes cold, your eyes growing wide.

It's Alicia, and...

Raihan's ex-girlfriend.

Alicia spots you first; you're frozen up all over like a statue, gawking at them in shock until she nudges the girl beside her with her elbow and murmurs in her ear. "That's the one I was telling you about."

There's not one attempt to be discreet. You heard everything loud and clear. Raihan's ex-girlfriend subsequently turns to you next - and promptly looks at you from head to toe. "Oh?"

You can't help but stare. She's fair-skinned, has rosy pink cheeks and lips, high cheekbones and perfect jaw and side profile. Her hair is parted to the side, tied into a loose bun with a silver clasp. Donned in an elegant, black silk dress, you cannot help but wilt like a flower in her presence...... Raihan's ex-girlfriend is simply the epitome of what it means to be beautiful, the absolute embodiment of a perfect human being. It's as though you're looking at a flawless portrait of a person.

You don't fail to notice her huge diamond ring either. Holy crap, you didn't think it was possible, but it is... She's even prettier in real life and your friend's words echo in your mind: she said you shouldn't compare yourself to her, how you shouldn't feel bad about yourself for not being as pretty as her....those words vanish in an instant and you find your well-being and entire self-worth crushed and torn into little, itty bitty bitesize pieces in a span of a second.

Strangely enough, she introduces herself to you. "I'm Raihan's ex-girlfriend." She adds. "How is he?"

You're stunned, your throat is hoarse and you cannot find your voice. After a prolonged silence however, and she eventually casts you an impatient look at your lack of response, and you finally jitter into action and stammer out, "O-oh, yes, I know, and he-he's fine. He's totally fine."

The corner of her lips curls into a smile at your uncontrollable warbling. "That's good to know. I'm glad he's doing well." She turns to Alicia, "Let's go." And Alicia nods wordlessly and the two women pass you; you step aside, allowing them passage. However, Raihan's ex-girlfriend pauses briefly before she's out of the door. "Ah. So...they're calling you Raihan's Princess, right...? Do you know what they called me when there were rumours that we were dating?"

You merely blink at her blankly then slowly shake your head.

She smiles at you warmly, glancing at you with half-lidded eyes. "I was Raihan's Queen."

...

You stomp towards the direction of the ballroom.

Raihan lingers in the hallway near the closed doors, waiting for you. You spot him and his mouth moves - he's about to say something - but ultimately drops the attempt when he notices your troubled expression. "What's wrong?"

What's wrong? What's wrong? How could Raihan have dated that girl? That type of girl. She is cruel. In a way, she's worse than Alicia. How could Raihan have once loved her? Was it because of her unearthly beauty? Because they are both perfect, attractive individuals? Maybe your friend is right - popular kids go with the popular kids.

You grit your teeth, shaking your head inwardly to rid of those thoughts. How juvenile; you are an adult now! But still, it cannot be helped. Your stomach churns with unquenchable rage, your knuckles clench at the infuriating frustration you feel...this overwhelming feeling of jealousy, the envy and the resentment, all of this boils and bubbles deep inside you and you cannot stop it, you can feel no relief...that is what's wrong.

You growl out, "I saw your ex-girlfriend in the bathroom. Out of all the people I had to see tonight, I had to see her. She asked how you were doing. I told her you were doing well. Then she told me that she used to be called Raihan's Queen."

He doesn't look surprised and his reaction unsettles you; it means he knows she gets invited to these parties, too.

"I'm going home." You add; you take a deep breath but find nothing is really helping.

This is not Raihan's fault, of course, but you don't particularly feel welcome here anymore and some individuals had made it quite clear that you don't belong in their world - Eli, Alicia, the ex-girlfriend...and maybe you will do them a favour and get out of their hair - you do not want to stay any longer. Every fibre, every nerve in your body is screaming warning signals, telling you to go, that this place and these people are toxic. Removing your bracelet, removing your ring, you stuff it into your bag.

"This. This. This isn't me. None of this is me," You say, "I don't fit in with any of these people and I can't pretend; I hate the people you're associated with - Alicia, for example - and it's quite clear she hates me too for reasons I don't know. But what I do know is that I'd rather be on my own at home, watching TV, reading my book and being with my pokemon, than spend one more minute here. I'm so uncomfortable and anxious, and I don't want to be here. I'm sorry, but I don't."

It simmers into silence following your outburst. Again, you have said something you probably shouldn't have said... maybe not here, not now. It's your honest feelings and thoughts...but why did this happen again? However, Raihan moves towards you and pulls you into his chest, holding you against him tightly and your tense shoulders droop at once.

"Okay. I'll go home with you." He murmurs, "Let's go home."

"...You can't. This is Rose's party and you - "

You're interrupted when your Rotom rings and he flies out of your handbag. "Bzzz, emergency incoming call from Allister!"

"Emergency?" You utter as Raihan lets go of you, "H-hello, Allister. What's up?"

"....We have the dental record results from the police...I need to talk to you; is...is it possible if we meet up?"

"Right now?"

"Yes...I think you need to see this and....can you get Leon and Chairman Rose to come too? Please...?"

"What's going on? Are you okay???"

"Yes, but...please come over as soon as possible."

You hesitate, before nodding, "Okay, I'll go get them. Where should we meet?"

"...Meet me at the Pokemon Nursery... Bridge Field, the Wild Area. Bye..."

"Huh?" You squawk, but he's hung up already.

"What's wrong?" Raihan asks as Rotom returns to your bag.

"He wants to meet at the Pokemon Nursery right now. He wants Leon and Chairman Rose to come too...something to do with the dental records." You reply, "It sounds serious. I'm gonna go. Sorry."

"Alright, then I'll come too."

You nod, "Right, let's grab Leon and Chairman Rose."

...

You wonder what Allister has discovered. It was virtually impossible to get Chairman Rose to leave his party which was to be expected, but you manage to grab Leon - therefore yourself, Raihan and the Champion head to the Wild Area at once. You push the encounter with Alicia and Raihan's ex to the back of your mind. It's no longer important. When the taxi drops your group off, you head over to the Pokemon Nursery, ie, your workplace, where you see Allister waiting patiently outside and once he spots your group, he moves up to stand.

"Hello...thanks for coming." He murmurs quietly.

"No problem. What's wrong, Allister?" Leon asks, and the little boy points to the door.

"Let's go inside...you'll find out for yourself..."

You and Raihan exchange a quick glance before trailing after Allister and Leon, opening the door and entering the Pokemon Nursery. The light is on and you're wondering why it's still open at this time. Your stomach becomes twisted with nausea as you see your boss sitting on the sofa in tears, clutching her two Houndoom whilst a Policeman is taking down some notes.

"Boss?" You rush over to her, seating yourself down by her side, "What happened? Are you okay?"

She turns to you, her face streaked with tears before she lets go of Fluffy and Scruffy, and throws her arms around you tightly, sobbing into your shoulder. She's trying to speak but every noise that escapes her mouth is garbled nonsense. You can't make out what she's trying to say at all; all you can do is pat her on the back.

As you try to calm her down, the policeman turns to the group. "Mr Champion, Mr Raihan, Allister, thank you for coming.... We've got the results of the dental records. The body you found in the woods belongs to a six year old little boy - her son, Eli." says the policeman and there's a brief silence following that revelation. "I know how this sounds but it's the truth. The body in the woods is her son."

Your group glance at each other in befuddlement. You suppose everyone is thinking the same thing - if the body in the woods is your boss' son... "Then who's the Eli working for Chairman Rose?" You blurt out.

The policeman says, "Now, I've already gathered some testimony - "

"It's okay, I can tell them." Your boss finally speaks up, hiccuping slightly. She looks at you, your group then shakily says, "....My son ran away from home once..."

Yes, you remember she told you that.

"...And he was found by the police and because it'd been some time, we didn't quite recognise him, but the police were adamant and said he was my Eli at that time and they stopped the search, closed the case... I...I guess I always knew deep inside something was wrong, but...he was a little boy. He needed a home. All the...the DNA tests, the matching, the lie detector tests...my husband and I went through a lot already so we didn't...we didn't..." Your boss sighs, but you can tell she's struggling as she begins to sob again, "He was just a boy..."

A deathly silence fills the room until -

"Emergency message from Oleana!!!"

It's Leon's Rotom. He checks his phone and everyone waits. He scrutinises the screen before he abruptly spins on his heel to leave. "Chairman Rose is in trouble! I'm heading back to Wyndon!"

"Leon - " Raihan shouts after him, but he's already rushed out of the Pokemon Nursery.

What the hell is going on tonight?

...

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Even Heroes Have the Right to Dream: Chapter 6

Just put off another day of knowing where you’re from.

First, Previous, Next. Ao3.

Story under read-more.

A lot happens during Jon’s second semester of college. Like, too much, frankly. Between his fight (can he call that a fight?) with Marinette, his struggling grades, his tense relationship with Damian, and the ever-present “S” looming over him no matter how much he tries to avoid it, his second semester isn’t nearly as fun as the first.

And also, he forgets about the thing he is supposed to do that semester. That is, to figure out what on Earth he’s going to do with his life. Being an undecided major isn’t the end of the world if he’s still in his first year, but he goes from “I’ve got plenty of time to figure it out” to “Holy crap, I’ve already finished a year” in no time at all and now he’s signed up for classes for his next semester and still doesn’t even know what he’s going to study.

He’s running out of core classes to waste time on. He’s probably already wasted a few credits and all the money that goes into them. If he wants to graduate on time, then he needs to get his life in order.

Easier said than done. Especially given… well… his life.

And if he’s honest, being home isn’t helping much. Or any. If anything, it’s just stressing him out.

There is peace in his chores. When he goes out to work on the farm, he’s focused, and he knows what he’s doing, and it feels worthwhile. He’s helping in a completely ordinary way. He’s taking some of the burden of the work off his parents.

And with his dad flying away every other night, his mom needs the help. Jon likes to help. The problem is when there’s no more work to do. Because when there’s no more work to do, there’s nothing to do, and all Jon can do is sit in his room, stare at a book, or a screen, and wait until there is something else to do.

What happened to little me who’d rush through chores just to run off and do something fun? Jon thinks, balancing his bookmark on his nose. Now I draw them out as long as I can, and I have nowhere to run to if I wanted. Where did I used to go?

His mind wanders to the batcave, and to his base with Damian when they started their little team, and he sighs. Right. Hero work. Was that all I could think about back then? Why can’t I- Why does it hurt to think about now?

Jon tosses his bookmark back between the pages in his hands and sets his book aside. He doesn’t want to be a hero. The thought of actually putting the cape back on again makes him feel ill, and when he thinks about facing once more some of the things he’s already beaten, he freezes. It’s like he runs headfirst straight into a brick wall and he’s thrown back, out of breath, aching, and powerless.

So, he opens his window and jumps out like any normal human being, walks a while out onto the flat farmland, and finds one of the sparse trees dotting the landscape. He climbs up into it, consciously avoiding use of flight to make the effort easier, feeling the rough bark on his palms, smelling the earth and wood and the dust and hay, hearing the night bugs singing to each other, and takes a seat on long branch outstretched like a hand.

Directly above him is the tree’s canopy, of course, but forward is the horizon. The land is flat, with only the occasional far-distant farmhouse interrupting it. Behind him, in the distance, if he looks closely, he can see Metropolis, but ahead of him the world stretches until it meets the sky and the dotted farmhouses turn into a multitude of stars, and then there’s a whole galaxy right in front of him.

A galaxy ahead of him, and Jon doesn’t know what to do. He feels so small. Just a kid in a tree in the infinite vastness of space. He can fly anywhere, do anything, and yet… he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t know what he wants. All he knows is that it isn’t to go “up, up, and away.”

If every star is some future him that he can become, if every star is an opportunity, which one does he take? Can he fly away with Aquila? Can he grab the handle of the big dipper? Learn to hunt from Orion or play something beautiful with Lyra?

“Heh…” He chuckles, almost huffing. “Ridiculous.”

Idle fantasies are all that is. It’s nice, to think he has so many options, to think he can do anything he dreams. But dreams are dreams and reality is reality. People don’t have those infinite chances, and he’s no different. He just doesn’t want to squander the chances that he does have. Quite frankly, those much more limited chances are already too many for him to process. So how is he supposed to just go out and pick something?

He’s been Superboy his whole life, or all his life that matters, at least. How is he supposed to figure out what he wants to do, if he doesn’t even know who he is? Jon doesn’t know. He doesn’t know much of anything except for that Aquila is way too far above him to ever reach.

Jon is twenty years old. He’s been on this planet for twenty years. Half his life he’s had two names. One devoted to protecting the people of Earth, and one devoted to protecting the other name. Without Superboy he doesn’t have purpose, but… Jon feels the wood of the tree strain under his grip, and it’s only his long, long years of mastering his control that stops him from destroying the branch entirely and sending him plummeting to the ground. He’s not even ten feet up and he’s literally invulnerable, but that drop scares him.

It reminds him of every far worse fall he’s taken, and it reminds him that no one is there to catch him anymore. No one else is on this path he’s started down. No one else is walking away from Perseus. Most people are trying to sail towards it. Most especially his parents.

Well, no one except for Marinette. At least she knows where she wants to end up. She’s running towards another constellation; Jon is simply running away. It makes his eyes sting, like the dust has finally gotten to them, and he ducks his head despite knowing he’ll never spot his next constellation if he can’t look up.

“Am I a coward?” Jon asks. He’s again in a place he doesn’t belong. He’s underdressed and unprepared but he’s here because he doesn’t know where he’s running and Damian has… well if nothing else, he has a very clear outlook on the world. Perhaps not the best, or healthiest, but it’s stark and defined and solid. And Jon is tired of falling. “Because I can’t be a hero? Does stepping down make me a… scared, selfish…”

“Not at all.”

Jon blinks, taken aback. “Wh- really?”

Damian quirks his brow, giving him a precious glance away from whatever is going on on the computer screen. “Did you want me to say yes?”

Jon runs his hands through his hair. “I’m- I don’t want you to tell me what you think I want to hear! I want to hear what you really think. Am I a coward for quitting being a hero?”

“No.” Damian says. “And I won’t repeat myself a third time.” Jon stares at him, baffled by how Damian freaking Wayne can sit there so casually telling him he’s not a coward as if quitting hero duty doesn’t go against everything the man stands for. Damian, who earlier this very year chastised him for not answering the call of duty when he’s not even on duty, who for their entire lives has been dragging Jon around the world on missions to save it, does not think Jon is chickening out when that’s pretty much objectively what Jon’s doing.

Because it is. Jon is just too scared to fight. He’s not dumb, he knows what panic is. Lord knows he’s felt it enough. He’s a nearly invulnerable alien with a whole menagerie of deus ex machina powers and he’s frightened to death of a mugger attacking a stranger. Jon has no idea how on Earth Damian can come to a different conclusion.

Damian sighs. He rubs at his eyes in an unexpectedly tired motion and pulls off his mask. “Jon, you know I am not… the best with things like this.”

Yeah, you don’t say. Jon bites his tongue to stop from saying what pops into his mind. It’s mean, and he doesn’t want to lash out just because he’s upset about his own problems that don’t have anything to do with his friend. He knows it’s still hard for Damian to admit his flaws, so rubbing it in when he does isn’t what a good friend would do.

“So, I will say it simply. From what you have told me, I believe your childhood of fighting as a hero has traumatized you, and it is simply logical that you are unable to continue. I do not blame you at all for stepping down.”

Jon hugs himself. “Why, though? You’ve been in worse situations for longer than me, and you’ve done almost everything I have on top of it, and you don’t even have powers. And- And I was fine until a little while ago! Why can’t I… be brave enough?”

Damian frowns. “I… am confused. I was under the impression that you are happy with your decision to retire. Do you want to be Superboy again?”

“No!” The way Jon yells is perhaps a bit too desperate, but he just reacts. “God, no! I just… I keep thinking about all the people that I could be saving if I was, and I think about how sitting on my thumbs like I am is hurting those people, and then I think I’m a bad person because I didn’t help someone when I could have and it’s all just pointless suffering because I don’t even know how to not… hero. And I’m selfish because I still don’t want to be a hero again, and I’m worthless because I don’t even know what I’m doing and that’s just ending up with me doing nothing, and I’m-”

“Jon!” Jon flinches away from the voice, reacting to the stern authority it holds and shutting his mouth. “You are none of those things, Jon.” Damian says firmly. Jon just watches timidly as he sighs, crosses his arms, closes his eyes, and leans back in his chair. “Look.” Damian finally sighs. “You are one of the most brilliant people I have ever met. One of the few people I am truly honored to call a friend. It does not matter if you’re Superboy or not. That does not change your worth.”

Damian stands to approach Jon. All he does is put his hands on Jon’s shoulders, but that’s more than Jon expects. It settles some of the excitement in his gut. “No one reacts to trauma the same way. In my family, punching criminals is a coping mechanism, because we all have our own baggage we came into this life with. Your family isn’t mine, and you are not me. You retired, and you felt safe, so you began to process all the trauma you could not before then. That is why you panic, like you just did, when you contemplate coming back. That’s why you can’t be Superboy, and thus cannot be called a coward for not doing so. Understand?”

Jon nods numbly. Damian makes sense. He usually does. When he doesn’t have his head up his own butt, but that’s been getting less and less common as they get older.

“You are a good person, Jon. Insufferably so, sometimes. No matter what else, don’t doubt that.”

“I…” Jon isn’t sure what to say. This is pretty much the exact opposite of what he expects from Damian. But… Lord. He wraps his arms tight around Damian. “Thank you.”

“Gah- Hey! Unhand me!”

Jon giggles, squeezes him just a little tighter, and lets him go. “Thanks.” Jon says again. “I really needed to hear that.”

Damian tuts derisively. “Yes, well… you’re welcome. Are you feeling better?”

“A little.” Jon says honestly. “I still need to figure out what I’m going to do, but I’m… a little more confident that I’m doing the right thing.”

“Why did you not think so? Out of guilt?”

“Partly.” Jon rubs his arms awkwardly. “Partly because it still just… it’s all confusing. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m not just talking about my major. I don’t know basically anything. I’m trying to figure out where I want to take my life while I’m trying to figure out how to just be human and I…” He sighs. “I don’t know.”

Damian hums. “You know, I went through a lot of grief reconciling being the son of batman as well as being an al Ghul.”

Jon frowns. “Yeah. And?”

“And when I first came here, I tried to do batman’s thing, in the only way I knew how. The way my mother taught me. Father had to teach me how to be a hero in his way, molded after him and my brothers in their time as Robin.”

“Is there… a lesson here?”

Damian sighs. “The lesson is that you are not human, Jon. Whether you’re a hero or not, you are still half-Kryptonian. I was trying to say that I could never be happy here so long as I kept fighting so hard to reject the fact that I am an al Ghul. Yes, I obviously had to reject the House of al Ghul, but to pretend I was never part of it would be to pretend my entire childhood is not what it was. I will never be ‘normal’ as most people consider it. You won’t either. Your father became Superman in part because he could not stand to hide among humans. You face the same problem, hero or no.”

Jon huffs. “Well, I can’t be a hero and I can’t be normal, so what the hell am I?”

Damian rolls his eyes. “You’re Jon Kent. I don’t have the answers for you. I simply told you what I think.” He sighs. “I wish I could help, but I can’t tell you what to do with your life. We both know that would end disastrously.”

“Aha, yeah. That would be a mess.”

Jon spies a rare smile from Damian. “I do want the best for you. That is why I’m telling you this. Don’t hang your hopes on the common idea of normal. It necessarily excludes people like us. Find something you’re happy with and make that your normal.”

Jon takes a moment to contemplate that. Realistically, he knows Damian is right. No one’s normal includes hiding superpowers and an alien heritage and a heroic past. The very idea that half-Kryptonian Jon can be normal is, at its very core, laughable.

Yet… there was a point in time that he felt that way. When he felt like he could do it. Live an average life despite everything. That was… when he was close with Marinette. And Jon still isn’t sure how much of that was chemistry between them as friends, or just Marinette’s personality making him feel at home, or him just throwing all his hopes on her and needing it to work so badly that he tricked himself into making it work, but… he definitely knows how he felt. So, it is possible. Yet, Jon feels like it wouldn’t have been had he lived with anyone but Marinette, so maybe it only was possible then because neither of them are actually normal in the first place. Maybe them finding normal is only because they aren’t.

And now Jon’s head is starting to hurt. Still, “I think you’re probably right.” He says to Damian. “I’ve got a lot of thinking to do.”

Damian nods shortly to acknowledge and dismiss him.

Before Jon leaves, though, he stops to look back at Damian. “You’ve really grown up, you know.”

Damian clicks his tongue. He’s already back on the computer, clacking away at the keys. “I’m twenty-three years old now. I should hope so.”

Jon snickers and turns away. That’s fair. I guess we’re all growing up.

Jon can’t be a hero and he can’t be normal. He can be happy, though. He may have only brushed hands with it so far, but he can. When Jon heads out to sit in a tree just a few days before he needs to leave once more for college, Jon has hope. Hope for the future, for a future in which he’s content and safe and, to an extent, normal.

The only problem is that he still can’t quite picture it. He still doesn’t know exactly how to get there, or even in which direction he should go. And he still has no idea what he should major in. And that’s… kind of annoying.

You have plenty of time, Jon thinks, sarcastically, not like you’ve wasted your entire year not figuring it out or anything.

What do I even want to do? I always assumed I’d be a journalist. I’m not against it, but what if there’s something else I’d like more? What if I choose wrong? And even if I do become a journalist, should I study it in college, or should I pick something else like I planned from the start?

Will I stay sane in three years of psychology classes?

Yeah, no, probably not. I could take ethics and lecture dad. That’d be funny. Lot of work for a joke, though.

Or I coul-

“Jon? Is that you? You know, I didn’t take you for the brooding type.”

Jon just about falls out of his tree when he jumps and tries to spin around to see who found him here in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. “Aunt Kara!” He whines. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! How did you even know I was here?”

Supergirl snickers. “I can read your mind, remember? And you think very loudly.”

Jon just crosses his arms, pouting. He knows his cheeks color at the reminder of how she used to tease him, which only makes him more embarrassed because he knows that’s the reaction she wants. “That’s not funny, Aunt Kara.”

Shrugging, she says, “I thought it was. Nah, your friend told me you’d be here. Brooding.”

Goddamn it, Damian. “How did he- no, wait, he’s Damian. Never mind.” Jon sighs. “Not that I’m not happy to see you… in the middle of the night… do Mom and Dad even know you’re here?”

“I don’t need their permission to see my nephew!”

“You’re on their property.”

“I’m above their property.” Supergirl grins, gesturing to her feet, which are a good five feet off the ground.

Jon shakes his head. “Whatever. Why are you here?”

Supergirl laughs. “Aw, is that any way to talk to your favorite aunt?” Jon just rolls his eyes. After a moment, Supergirl sobers, her expression softens, and she asks, “Mind if I join you?”

Jon purses his lips and moves over a little, allowing Supergirl to sit next to him on the branch. They’re squished together, and Supergirl throws her arm around his shoulders, but Jon doesn’t honestly mind. She likes to tease him, but she is his aunt. He loves her.

“So, want to tell me why you’re out here instead of sleeping?”

“Why?” Jon counters. “Damian’s already told you.”

She tilts her head in non-committal gesture. “Maybe, maybe not. I don’t care what he says. I want you to tell me. What’s up?”

Jon sighs. “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know anything. That’s the problem. I’m starting second year – I really need to figure out what I’m going to study – and recently I’ve been doubting I even want to- er, never mind.”

Supergirl’s gaze pierces into him. As much as he loves her, and as fun of an aunt she can be, it’s always been obvious to Jon that she’s the most… alien of them. It makes sense, considering she actually remembers Krypton, but even so there are times when she can be downright unsettling. It makes him feel… vulnerable. Like she can see every facet of him. It’s doubly unsettling, he finds, when he can’t even see his own facets. “Everyone wonders what they’re going to do with their lives.” Supergirl says gently. “College isn’t the end of the road. A lot of people don’t find their calling until much later in their lives.”

Jon tugs at his hair. “Yeah, that’s a nice thought and all, but I still need to pick a major.”

Supergirl snorts. “Alright. Fair, then. You’ve got to make a choice. What do you want to do? Throw some ideas out, let’s spitball. It’s a longstanding family tradition to go into journalism. How do you feel about that?”

Jon flinches. “Lukewarm.”

Supergirl laughs again. “Alright. How about, uh photography?”

“I’ve got a pretty steady hand?” Jon shrugs.

“Hm. Analytics?”

“Hard yikes.”

“You’re a tough nut, aren’t you? Alright, how about… graphics design?”

“Do you actually not know any jobs except what goes into the news?”

Supergirl scoffs playfully. “Are you mocking me? My favorite nephew, being so mean to me when I’m only trying to help!” Jon has to spend a moment fighting off her playful shoving and trying his best to not fall out of the tree, but by the time she relents, he’s out of breath from laughing and his cheeks hurt.

And that’s why he loves Aunt Kara. She can always cheer him up. She’s always been strangely good at that. No matter what kind of mood he’s in, she always manages to bring him out of his shell. She makes him feel… not like himself, but like he can be himself. Like it’s safe to be anything he wants, and she won’t judge him.

Maybe it’s just because she can be a bit weird herself sometimes.

“Hey.” She leans in close to him, like she’s sharing a secret. “Want to get out of here?”

“And go where?”

“On a… field trip.” She says. “Come on.”

“I don’t know, Aunt Kara. We should probably tell Mom and Dad if we’re going somewhere.”

“Pssh, they won’t know we left! Besides, you’re with me! Nothing can happen to you while I’m here. Also, uh, you’re twenty now, Jon. You don’t need their permission to go out.”

“It’s not about permission. I’m still living with them.” Jon protests. “It’s just courtesy, so they don’t worry.”

Supergirl rolls her eyes. “We’ll write them a note. Come on.”

Jon sighs. “Alright. Where are we going, though?”

Supergirl winks conspiratorially. “You’ll see.”

They quickly write a note (even though Aunt Kara insists they’ll be back before his parents wake up – which Jon hopes is true, because he does want to sleep tonight) and take off, Supergirl in her cape and him in pajama pants and a flannel shirt. And he knows where they’re going. He figures it out when they don’t stop at any sensible place to do so. The Fortress of Solitude.

“Here we are!” Supergirl chirps. “This is a much better place to brood!”

Jon’s laugh is almost helpless as he covers his face. He thought going into the batcave was weird after he retired. This? The Fortress? It’s too much.

Jon knows the Fortress of Solitude. He’s used it as a base when he was Superboy just like Aunt Kara and his dad does. When he peeks around at the alien architecture and almost magical technology, all Jon can think about is the damn “S.” It doesn’t help that it’s plastered all over the place, either.

When he walks into the Fortress of Solitude, Jon looks up at the statues of his grandparents, flinches at the burn of that “S” on their chests being branded into his skull, and feels like a failure.

When he sits in a tree and watches the stars on the horizon, he feels small in a cosmic sense. It puts him into perspective on a grand scale, and things are a little easier to think about because ultimately it doesn’t weigh all that much. When he looks up at the statue of the grandparents he’ll never know, he’s also put into perspective, just not as a speck in the infinite vastness of the universe.

No, under their eyes, he’s, in essence, the heir of Krypton.

An entire world destroyed. Two survivors. One goes on to have a son. And then that son does everything he can to be as human as possible. How must he devastate these people? This world whose culture and traditions will probably die with Aunt Kara?

A part of Jon wants to carry that burden, too. To carry on Krypton and live for them. But Jon has lived his life for other people up until this point and because of that, now he’s lost. He can’t carry a world on his shoulders. He hates that that means that his aunt has to do so for him, but he can’t. He’s not that strong.

Being in the Fortress is too much for him. Already he feels like it’s crushing him. How can he carry such a weight? How can he carry Krypton, when he doesn’t know anything about it? He’s never been there, never experienced it. He doesn’t even have a Kryptonian name! Being human is already complicated enough. Jon can’t be Kryptonian on top of that.

He’s starting to think he knows how Atlas feels.

“Are you okay, Jon?”

Jon shakes his head. His throat is tight and clogged and he can’t seem to clear it. It takes him some time to manage to ask, “Why’d you bring me here?”

“Because I know what you’re afraid of.” Supergirl says plainly. “Kal and I both went through the same thing. Listen, Jon.” She takes his hands in hers, and he lifts his eyes to meet hers. “You are at a point in your life where you’re trying to decide your whole future. What you’ll take with you, what you’ll leave behind, what path you want to follow.

“Damian told me that he’s worried you’re rejecting part of yourself. The Kryptonian part. He said that you want to be completely human.”

Jon turns his gaze back to the ground. “That’s… partly true. I just want to live like an ordinary person. I don’t want any of…” He sighs. “this.”

“I know.”

“I- you do?” Jon furrows his brow. If he’s honest, he expects Aunt Kara to be angry with him. Krypton is very important to her, so to admit that he’s trying to distance himself from it even so long after it’s death must hurt.

“Of course, I do, kiddo. I live on Earth, too. Earth is my home, too. I know what it’s like to want to fit in.”

Yeah. Jon supposes she would.

“And I want to help you.” Supergirl says, firmer. “You’re having trouble making a decision, right? So, you’re going to make one. Here. That’s the real reason I brought you here. Come on, I’ve got something to show you.”

Supergirl guides him by the hand into another room. She opens a box, almost reverently, and pulls out a large flag. There’s a planet in the middle, blue and green like Earth, but the land masses are different (Jon at least knows enough to recognize it as Krypton) with rays of color filling the rest of the flag. It’s Krypton, in a rainbow halo, sort of. “Do you know what this is?” Supergirl asks.

Jon does. “The Kryptonian flag.”

Supergirl gives him a smile. “Do you know what it represents?”

“Krypton?” Jon purses his lips.

She chuckles. “Essentially, yes. The design of the flag was chosen to represent the Girod.”

“The eleven virtues.” Jon says.

“Exactly! Do you remember what they are?”

Jon again averts his gaze.

“It’s alright, Jon.”

“I’m sorry. I feel like I should know more about Krypton.”

“Do you want to?” Supergirl asks the question so casually that Jon is a little thrown off. “Because that’s the decision I want you to make tonight.” Her tone gets more serious again, making Jon wince. “The Girod is the foundation of Kryptonian society. This,” she indicates the flag, “is what it means to be Kryptonian.

“Diversity coming from unity. In the center, that’s Unity. The three green rays are the core virtues. From lightest to darkest in color, Truth, Industriousness, and Justice. Peace, Synergy, Imagination, Purity, Restraint, Hope, Altruism.”

Jon’s cheeks warm, because he feels like a little kid all over again with Aunt Kara explaining the Girod to him. His knowledge of Krypton is limited, and indeed this very subject is one he’s been taught and forgotten, but he knows this is quite literally one of the first things Kryptonian kids would learn. It’s the core of their whole society.

“Damian is worried that if you turn your back on Krypton, you won’t ever be happy, but he doesn’t know what it’s like to have millions of years of culture, technology, family, meaning… whole civilizations wiped out. We’re all that remains of Krypton. I can’t change your DNA. You can’t be totally human. But, I can tell you this: Krypton is not your burden to carry. It’s dead.” Supergirl closes her eyes, and Jon has a sinking feeling she’s trying not to cry. After a moment, she pats the flag gently. “If you don’t want this, we’re not going to make you take it. Okay? If you want to live your life like a human, then that’s okay. I will never try to force you to carry on Krypton’s legacy.”

Jon stares at the flag in Supergirl’s lap. Eleven virtues, each one more impossible to achieve than the last. Did Krypton really achieve this, or is this just an ideal? Because… “That’s a lot to live up to.”

“I know. It’s not easy, and you won’t be perfect, but whatever you choose, whether you want to be human or if you want to be Kryptonian, or both, I’m proud of you. You’ve grown up into such a brave young man, and I can honestly say that you are one of the best people I know. By both human and Kryptonian standards.”

“A-Aunt Kara, I…”

“I know this doesn’t help you decide what career you want to go into or what you want to study,” Supergirl says, lowering her head to look at the flag, “but I felt it was important for you to know. You are not responsible for Krypton. Kal and I are not going to stop you from living however you want. You know Krypton is very important to me, but you know what’s more important?”

“…What?” Jon has a sneaking suspicion he knows exactly what.

“You. I still honor where I came from, and I do my best to keep our culture and traditions alive, but Krypton is dead. It’s our heritage, and it’s important to me, but it’s not a big deal if it isn’t to you. I promise. You’ve never even seen it. I wouldn’t blame you if you can’t connect to it. Human culture is much more… relevant. Even for me.” She watches him with that piercing, alien gaze again. “Right now, you’re deciding where you want your life to go. I want to tell you that if you don’t want it to include Krypton, it doesn’t have to. You’re not obligated to try to preserve it. And neither Kal nor I will judge you for it.”

Jon chuckles nervously. “You sure about Dad?”

Supergirl giggles. “I promise. We all just want you to be happy. You’re far more important than a dead culture.”

“I… I…” Jon chokes down his emotions again, and just goes for a hug instead of trying to explain. “Thank you.”

Supergirl’s hug is crushing, as always. It’s familiar, completely inhuman, and remarkably comforting. When she does let him go, though, she asks, “So, what’s your decision?”

“My decision…” Jon’s throat goes dry. “About whether I’m Kryptonian or not?” Supergirl inclines her head. Jon sighs. He looks again to the flag in her lap. “Diversity from unity. It sounds like a… beautiful ideal.”

“It was beautiful.” Supergirl says softly.

Jon closes his eyes. This is his get out of jail free card. All the pressure of his Kryptonian heritage shed just like that. With one decision. No judgement, no punishment. And somewhere inside him, Jon really does resent the Kryptonian part of him. It’s what makes him different. It’s what means he’ll never be normal. It’s what gives him the ability that curses his fear and unwillingness, and brands him evil by neglect.

But him being Kryptonian can’t change. Damian’s right. Rejecting Krypton won’t make him any more human. His DNA is beyond anyone’s ability to simply rewrite. Embracing it, though? Carrying the weight of Krypton’s culture, of its people, like Atlas holding the heavens? How is that better?

“Diversity from unity.” Jon thinks. Maybe that’s how. It’s Marinette. It’s being together, finding their normal, not because they’re regular people through and through, but because of their differences. It’s what makes them unique that makes them belong, not what makes them the same.

Jon isn’t entirely sure he buys that, but it’s… such a beautiful ideal. He hopes for it. If nothing else, it’s a direction. Something to strive for. “Can I…” He says, hesitantly, as his answer, “keep that?”

Supergirl’s eyes follow his finger, and her lips twitch upwards into a smile. “Of course,” She says. Carefully, she folds up the Kryptonian flag and hands it off to him.

It’s heavier than he expects. Sort of like the cape. He doubts himself, but he wants to dream. He wants to believe the Girod is more than just an ideal.

“You know, Kal never gave you a Kryptonian name, did he?” Supergirl says suddenly, startling Jon.

“O-oh, uh, no. I’m just… just Jon.”

“Jon.” Supergirl hums as she leads the way back to the main room of the Fortress. “How about Kon-El? That suits you, don’t you think?”

Jon blinks. “Kon-El? Where’d the K come from?”

“Kara! Duh!” Supergirl winks at him.

She always can make Jon laugh. “And that’s… a traditional Kryptonian way to name a kid, huh?” He teases.

“Pfft, no, that’s just because I’m awesome.” They laugh together until they come upon the statue of Jon’s grandparents and he gets lost staring at them again. He’s not sure if he can live up to their ideals. In truth, he’s not even sure how much he can do to try. “Or I could name you after your granddad, like Kal did. Jor-El. You’re still a J that way.”

Jon manages a smile for the frozen images of his grandparents. “I don’t know.”

“He’d be proud of you, you know. They both would. I know you never met them, but… they’d be proud.”

“Yeah.” Jon takes a deep breath and tears his eyes from the statues once more. “Thanks, Aunt Kara.”

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🔗💀Linked Souls

in the Digital Cabaret’s lobby

All four of the Mystery Skulls investigators found themselves in a calmly lit room with skull decor. It was quaint to say the least. There were also musical instruments like guitars and old fashion keyboards on the walls as well like it was a recording studio. All of them were laying on the same large circular sofa with two tables.

Lewis: What… The hell… just happened…? Guys?

Vivi: Just a few more minutes okay Lew. I swear… mar

Vivi rolled back sleeping with her plush turtle that she kept in her backpack before they headed out.

Arthur: (yawn) Can you keep it down… Whoa OH HOLY SHIT! Where are we guys? This can’t get any weirder man.

Mystery: *soft barking* (I must keep a low profile for now. I have a feeling that we’re not… in our world anymore. I sense four none hostile souls and least one that’s harbors some justifiable apprehension towards us.)

Lewis is the only one who could hear Mystery via supernatural telepathy.

Lewis: Huh? I hear voices from outside…

Lewis along with Mystery and Arthur put their heads on the double doors to listen in.

Teenage Male Voice: I don’t know if this is a good Idea Doc. They seem sketchy as hell if you ask me. Especially the ghost rider reject in particular.

Calm Female Voice: I’m sure hun, my tombsona can since people’s intentions right away. They seem to be looking for someone or something whom was involved with the murder of the young man in the suit who has become a ghost. It’s all I could glean however. But the dog though.. is odd… He’s not a threat to us but that might not be his true form.

Suave German Voice: He could be a lycan… What? It’s possible since that ghost is particularly one that still has his body.

Mystery: *tilts his head* (A lycan? As in a werewolf? He also knows that Lewis is a special case as well.)

Softer Male Voice: …

Strangely Familiar Voice: What’s that Armstrong? You think that we should meet them one by one? Maybe 2 by 2 would work better. I would rather meet them later… I’m still having a hard time processing this whole situation. I just woke up after all.

Lewis: Wait?… Is that the? (Is that the guy singing in that weird dream from earlier? Could it be that comatose guy who was begging for help? It’s modulated a bit but it’s that voice I heard. I just know it.)

Mystery: whimper (Lewis? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You know that voice?)

Lewis: Uhh… I could’ve sworn I heard his voice before. (he said softly)

Calm Female Voice: Don’t worry cher. We’ll go first. Come on Rust since you’ve been itching to meet them.

All three backed up from the door so they wouldn’t get hit.

Teenage Male Voice: WHAT!? Why the hell me? Why not Tesla, Armstrong, or even your… Hey don’t give me that look. Dammit okay fine… let’s meet them already. (mumbles in Spanish)

Lewis: Tch… (Yeah you’re already gonna be a pain in the ass from the get go. Must be a high schooler or somethin’.)

Strangely Familiar Voice: Wait! I changed my mind. I’m very curious about these people from another universe.

The double doors open and two individuals come out. One was a woman who had discolored blue skin with glowing neon blue paint. And she had flowing hair that acted like willow wisps. She also had the attire of a stage magician with some witch doctor elements. The most noteworthy thing about her was the navy blue mask with glowing cyan eyes and outlines that took up most of the top portion of her face. She could even be mistaken for a ghost like Lewis.

Vivi: OMG, she’s… so… cool! Oh man I wish I had that classy outfit she’s wearing. I could match with Lewis for once.

Mystery: *tilting his head groaning* (She’s certainly someone Vivi and Lewis could get along with very well. Maybe she patched us up from that elevator.)

Doc: My name is Doc or you could call me Ms. Doc for convenience. I’m the drummer for The Living Tombstone. Next to me is zero_one. He’s our keyboardist and composer. He also does the vocals as well.

The other individual was a tall svelte man who was shorter than Lewis but slightly taller than Arthur. He looked like he was wearing a skin tight jump suit with yellow circuit lines with an orange fade to them. In the center of his torso is a rectangle that looks like a microchip with a heart beat indicator. He also was wearing a helmet that had a plume of golden orange hair made out of plasma and a pair of headphones. But what really caught Lewis’s attention was the LED skull with a bolt shaped crack on the right. He recognizes him as that guy from that dream he while he was passed out on that mining elevator. Almost immediately both of them blurted out…

Lewis & zero_one in unison : Do I know you from somewhere? But how?

Lewis : Hold up… Um Hey… (Aw man this shit just got weird already.)

zero_one : Uh… Hi there… (Oh… awkward.)

Arthur: Welp… This just got awkward and weird fast. What is going on here man? You recognize the dude with the mohawk?

Lewis : It’s a…

Rust: Oh that does it… I’m going in. What flying fu…. oh… This is already got a weird vibe. Who the hell are you people anyway? AND You… yes you the ghost rider reject how do you recognize our front man hah?

Lewis : growls (Great another asshole with a green motif. But he’s some kind of punk who’s just got outta high school).

sigh (trying to contain his anger) I’m not sure, I just seen someone like him that’s all…

Stoping the young man in biker attire with the green skull mask from lunging at Lewis was a slightly older gentleman who’s color scheme was similar to Lewis’s. He had the attire of a mad scientist with a winter hat.

Tesla: Can you not be hasty Rust for just a moment. They are not a threat to us remember. Herr Geist (german : Mr. Ghost) I still have so many questions. How did you find the elevator to this universe?

Lewis : Umm… (Who the hell is this guy? He looks like he just stepped out of an anime or a game or something.)

Long story short but it may sound batshit crazy ; we were chasin’ a dismembered gang green arm with a single black eye. Did ya’ll see him.

Rust: uhh… what? What kinda story is that? You must be tripping on something really strong to come up with that.

Behind the slightly befuddled young man in the green was a larger skull faced man with a burnt space suit who’s glowing red. He looks like he’s trying to calm things down before a fight breaks out between Lewis and Rust.

Armstrong : … signing (I believe we all need to calm down first before we get our stories out there. I’m Armstrong gentlemen, lady, and… dog. You hail from another universe?)

Lewis : Huh… good point sir. (Why do I know what he’s saying even though I don’t know sign language. This shit really couldn’t get any weirder.)

Lewis then gives a paraphrased version of what Armstrong was saying to rest of the Mystery Skulls gang. Doc explained that Armstrong has tinnitus but can still play the guitar very well despite that. His tomesona can also give some form of synesthesia to compensate for his hearing loss.

Rust: (shakes his head in disbelief) Fine whatever. Names Rust, don’t ya’ll forget it. I do the vocals and rap.

Tesla: Guten Tag, my name is Tesla Herr Geist, Chicken with Mechanical Arm, Mysterious Dog, and Liebshen.

Lewis : *groan of frustration* (Oh that’s effing lovely. He better be usin’ that word as a term of endearment and not trying to flirt with her. But at least he isn’t an annoying little punk like the green one.)

Vivi: Oh how rude of us not to introduce ourselves. We are the Mystery Skulls ; we’re paranormal investigators. I’m Vivi Yukino, I’m the researcher of the group. But my day job is at a used comic book shop called TomeTomb. Oh I also know how to play electric guitar.

Tesla: Oh is that right Liebshen? Very nice indeed.

Armstrong : … (puts both of his thumbs up for approval and nodding)

Doc: Huh, TomeTomb(soft chuckle) what an interesting name. And you are young man?

Arthur: I’m Arthur Kingsmen, I’m just the mechanic of the group and I’m not as interested with this paranormal crap as much as Lewis and Vivi. And I work with my uncle Lance at his auto repair shop called Kingsmen repair. Also I play keyboard and actually own three keytars as well (he said proudly). Ha they almost costed me an arm… and a… (nervous chuckle). Yeah, the arm is a different story though. (he said sheepishly scratching his head.)

Rust: Well it must have… literately. Holy shit man, three of them? Talk about overkill.

Lewis could see zero_one light up like a kid in a candy store as soon as Arthur mentioned his keytars. He could feel this feeling radiating in the core of his locket ; its joy. He then sees zero_one approach Arthur like someone who was reunited with a long lost sibling.

zero_one : Three keytars? (in rapid secession) What brand are they? How did you get them? What year were they made? Do you have any pictures of them?

Arthur: (he had a smile that the rest of the Mystery Skulls gang haven’t seen in months) Really? I have a 1980s Casio, a late 90s Korg, and an early 2000s Yamaha. I had some connections back then and I usually find them used online even though they were still…kinda expensive. And yeah I have pictures of them on my phone, you can come and look if you want.

The Orange-Yellow color coded duo sat next to each other like they just got a new hand held game and rambled on and on about mods and midi plug ins for keytars for a good 20 minutes. Lewis wished that he didn’t go into that cave in the first place. The relationship between Arthur and zero_one was not just like two long lost brothers but it was like his friendship with Arthur before this whole third wheel and ghost thing ever came about. Lewis felt a small pang of guilt before getting interrupted with a question.

Lewis : sigh… (At least Arthur is feelin’ better already after all the shit I put him through. Maybe comin’ here isn’t going to be that bad after all. Just Maybe…)

Rust: Who’s the dog though? Gotta say though he kinda looks badass with the red and black.

Mystery: *shrugs in embarrassment* (Yabai. (Japanese: Oh Crap.) Maybe I shouldn’t show my true form now, maybe wait til they are ready or Vivi or Lewis mention it.)

Vivi: Oh his name is Mystery. He’s our mascot, sorta. I know he isn’t a ghost like my boyfriend over here.

Tesla: Boyfriend ha… Oh well, but you could do so much better then…

Doc: Tesla stop. Lewis is Vivi’s beau, just leave it be. There are other women you know…

Tesla: Uhh. Gut, I’m a man of honor.

Lewis : (Oh sure you are hat guy.)

Okay then, I’m Lewis Pepper and I’m more the guy who handles the heavy equipment in our paranormal investigations. My day job is waiter and chef at my adopted family’s restaurant “Pepper Paradiso”. I also play violin and I am a train vocalist.

Rust: Oh… really? Come on zero_one, me and you, let’s nock this amateur down a peg or two.

zero_one : You’re kind of putting me on the spot here Rust. Lewis did say he was trained, maybe you should’ve not called him that.

Lewis : (narrows his eyes) (Oh, I’ll knock this Rust punk down a peg or two.)

Oh really Rust. Alright I’m game but just you and me. Mono a mono. Let the best vocalist wi…. huh?

Then a feeling comes over both Lewis and zero_one that made both of them and harmonize a beautiful arpeggio that brings all the room in awe. Rust was drowned out by both of them because he was just as shocked as everyone else in the lobby.

Doc: Oh honey, both of ya’ll voices are like two angels. And you thought he was an amateur Rust?

Rust: Well, damn I’ll admit it, you and zero_one won on this one. For now.

Armstrong : … signing

zero_one : interpreting for Armstrong : Well since the introductions are out of the way, I believe you said something about a dismembered arm earlier. Is that the reason why you stumbled into our universe?

Lewis : Well yeah, it said it lead us into a trap or some shit like that. It was also working with someone or something else that wanted to do all of us in.

* Loud Alarm *

A I Voice: Warning security breach detected. / Subject identified as a green dismembered arm that has already made entry into timeline v. / prerecorded transmission from the multi-universal edge by Helvetica.

Helvetica: Something has just breached the reality layline. Sending distress signal to prime universe about Null’s escape. Butterfly effect radiating towards other divergent TLT timelines. Three inter-universal ones from the prime timeline. At least three no… it’s five from the universe MSA (Mystery Skulls universe). I’m making my way to timeline v as soon as possible. End of Transmission.

Lewis : Welp… I can see things have gone to shit already. At least we know where it is now. Might as well go looking for it but we’re do we even freakin’ start huh?

Tesla: I’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise you. My prime self told me about this Null character but… what is it doing at this time period I wonder? Poor fraulein Helvetica sounds like she can’t handle this on her own. She might be proto_type’s student but even a student needs some extra help. We should worry about the four ones from our universe first before the one’s from our visitor’s universe.

zero_one : Wait? There are people from Lewis’s universe that crossed over to this universe too? What’s going on here?

Tesla: It’s most likely a butterfly effect like the distress called mentioned. Oh I believe we already have a lead or two, that’s gut. Really gut.

A I Voice: First sightings found downtown at High May’s Junior, Le Macabre Dance club, and Toriyama’s School for the Arts.

They decide to split up into teams to not only look for the possessed arm but for at least three people from the prime timeline in TLT’s universe.

Mystery, Tesla, and Vivi are going to that Toriyama Art school in Japan since Vivi is fluent in Japanese. Lewis is thankful that Mystery is with her if Tesla tries anything.

Arthur, Rust, and Doc decide head to that Le Macabre Dance club which is in Puerto Rico. Rust apparently knows his way around there.

While Armstrong, Lewis and zero_one head towards a popular hot spot on San Francisco’s Yvette district; more specifically a hole in the wall bar known as High May’s Jr. Lewis decides to go there alone since he can change his form at will unlike Armstrong or zero_one but has agreed to meet up with them later once they found whom ever they are looking for. Armstrong thinks he’s way too conspicuous to be seen in public and decides to rendezvous with this Helvetica woman who made that distress call earlier along with zero_one.

End of Transmission

Lewis : Well. I still have my ID and all. But I don’t think it’ll matter all that much. I swear this whole thing with timelines , butterfly effect and shit makes me feel like I’m in a very anime video game. Was something like Blaze blue or whatever? Or someone’s fanfic… Umm… Nah, that’s fu_king bonkers.

#mystery skulls animated #the living tombstone #au crossover #fanfic #linkedsoulsau

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jaspitch · 4 years

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Five Nightguards At Freddy’s

September's Archives- Archive 2

Tonight was no different than most other nights. Show up to take over the last half of the week for whoever was there originally. Thank God Mike called in sick. Despite September practically hating Mike, he didn't want him to get killed. That was plain and simple. The only one who could die and be fine was William, but that's besides the point.

September stepped out of his car with a groan. Last night a friend of his had coaxed him into going to a party and he was feeling the final drag of a hangover kick in. Brushing a thick lock of hair behind his ear, the tall man started walking towards the large red double doors. Somebody was standing there, and on further inspection, September let out a mental groan. It was fucking Justin. Since when did he do Day Shifts? Or locking up?

Eventually he stopped as Justin looked up from his phone. "Hi, Grumps! Aren't ya happy to see me?" Justin threw an arm around September's neck with a laugh. "Just give me the damn keys," The other man stated, rolling his eyes. "Hey, what's up with the deeper voice? Are you going through pubery?"

With that, September shoved his cousin away. He turned and glared at him, "People don't go through puberty twice, dumb-fuck." With that, he snatched the keys away and started for the back entrance, which was by far easier to unlock and lock. Of course, September finally locking up would depend on him surviving another night of Hell. After doing said process, a sigh of relief flowed through his body. The lights were still on, but he only had a few minutes to get into the office before they turned off.

He walked towards the office, running his hand through his thick, fluffy hair. That reminded him of Storm, who always loved to pet his “silky locks.” Honestly, just because he used Old Spice didn’t give the girl a right to be treating him like a dog. Upon reaching the office, September grumbled before almost tripping over something. The man looked down to see a bottle of what looked to be Pepsi-Cola and he kicked it into the hallway. Why the hell did they even have a damn janitor? He never did his job.

Unlocking the drawer with the tablet in it, an even more anoyed groan left the male. Why in the name of God was the fucking tablet not charging in the drawer? The clock chimed right on time, which just panicked the usually calm man. He looked around for about twenty minutes, in a cold sweat, before finding the tablet, some sort of sauce smeared on it, and almost completely dead. Well, fuck that. If some people can’t do their jobs, why should he?

September ran down the hallway, right to Henry’s office, and found it locked. There wasn’t any animatronics roaming and ready to maime him just yet, thank the Lord. He used his pocket knife to pick the lock because that skill was definately needed to survive here in this hell-hole. Placing the tablet on the dark oak desk, September relocked the door and sat down next to the device, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. This was, by far, the worst night ever. A hangover, having to run around the pizzeria, not being able to find the tablet, and then the tablet being dead.

Tomorrow he was dead ass asking for a raise. If he didn’t get one, he would be moving to Loisianna to go be a District Attorney. Of course he wouldn’t actually do that, seeing as how he couldn’t leave Storm here by herelf. Actually, rewind, Storm here with Michael Fucking Schmidt. His hatred flared up immediately. The slacker was such a nuiscance. One moment he’d be cursing the living life out of someone and the the next he’d be flirting with Storm. Weird, considering Storm was playing matchmaker and was trying to get her friend Doll to give it a go at him.

The mere thought of Storm and Mike together rose some sort of anxious feeling in September’s chest. Alongside bile in his throat. He could imagine it now.

“Hey, September! September! Guess what?!”

“What, Storm?”

“I’m pregnant! And getting married!”

“What!? Who are you marrying?”

“Mike! I’m gonna marry Mike!”

Yeah, that’d never happen. He wouldn’t let it. A large bang burst the young man from his thoughts. The door was being hit multiple times, as if someone, or more like something knew he was in there. After a few minutes of this, September relaxed. The door is way too solid for that. Just as he though this, the door exploded off the hinges and went flying right past him. There, in his beautiful purple glory, was Bonnie. The large rabbit’s eye were pupil sized with black floating around them. Not unusual to see, but definately odd. He locked eyes with September before the man threw the tablet at him.

Bolting to the side door, September opened it to be met with the hallway to the bathrooms. He ran down it, Bonnie on his trail. Side swiping a chair in hopes to trip the damned robot up, he nearly ran straight into Freddy, who was coming out of the girl’s bathroom. Ew, what the Hell? Weirdo! Was all he thought before being picked up by his collar and being screeched at. The mere force of the yell startled September and must have overdone his nerves, because within seconds, he was fast asleep.

It seemed to be decades before he awoke, but when he did, some sort of smell almost impuriated his nostrils. What. The. fuck. Was. That. Smell? It smelt like rusted iron..... That’s what blood usually tasted like and smelt liked, isn’t it? Slowly opening his amber orbs, fear immediately set in. Oh God, Oh God. His legs and middle torse were almost completely filed and stuffed into some sort of suit. It looked to be like one of Freddy’s so it wasn’t tight fitting, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t indeed some rods and wires sticking into mainly his legs. September tried to slowly inch his left leg to the right and a jolt of pain flashed through him.

He looked up, his vision blurry at first. Then he caught note of Chica spazzing out in front of him, Bonnie and Freddy walking away, and Foxy peaking in before shutting the door. Chica turned and looked down, meeting eyes with September. Her beak was fixed and not hanging off to the side oddly enough. “Se..ptemvar.” She groaned, her voice cracking and making a high pitched squeak. “Sep..tem..bar. Do vu rec..on..ide mee...eee?” W h a t? Narrowing his eyes, the male tried to move back a bit, only a small portion of pain filing through his legs. “Fucking bird, just go join your damn friends!” He yelped, hoping that whatever had stopped the others from completely stuffing him would be the same for the chicken.

“But.. I... em... su..cie.” Chica squeaked again and the mascot’s head twitched. “Su-cie?” It took a second, but the name registered. Suzie was a girl September had known when he first moved here. She was eight and he fiffteen upon meeting. September had been hired to babysit the girl before she died, they would always play games. She made him feel like he could be himself- funny and outgoing. Even a bit silly. That was then, of course. By the time sixteen rolled around, he was cold and a bit narcassistic. “Suzie?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

Chica smiled and let out some weird “AhrGhGhgahG” sound before leaning down and starting to slowly take the suit’s pieces off. Her movements were jerky and robotic, but nonetheless helpful. And painful. After an hour or so, September was sitting by the chicken, rapping bandages around his legs. Chica was staring at him, watching his every movement. This probably explained why she had never shown up at the door but once, and when they met in the hallway after a power outage, she would just stand and stare at him.

“Okay, done. So, Chica, let me get this right. You’re suddenly not wanting to kill me because I’m well, me. However, the others aren’t going to kill me either because you said so. And this only goes for me when Suzie is in control because she knows me. Also, this further enhances my knowledge that this place is hella haunted?” Chica nodded, which made him drop his eyelids half way and give her a ‘really, bitch?’ look. He wanted to play another yes and no game. That would be how they would talk from now on. “Okay, yes or no, somebody killed you and stuffed you in the suit?” She nodded.

“That somebody works here but you don’t know who, you just know it’s not me because you already know me?” Chica gave a nod, making her head squeak. “You can’t determine genders, can you?” For a second, he thought she was going to shake her head, meaning she couldn’t, but she then nodded. “Wait, so what gender killed you?” That was when everything clicked into place: she shrugged saying she had no idea. Somebody didn’t just kill these kids, they dressed up as a character and killed them. Holy crap, Storm would love to know that. Love to know she could try and talk to them so she could survive and find out who did this. That, besides Mike, was their main mission all along. However, this also just furthern intesified his thoughts that he couldn’t trust anyone.

“I have a few ideas on who it might be. Let’s see, William, because he’s a fucking creep and I wouldn’t put it past him. Scott, because he’s so damn jumpy. Malayn, because he’s a sadist, and maybe Mike because I don’t know if he’s completely sane or not.” As soon as the list was done, Chica blinked oddly. She closed one eye before the other before suddenly bolting out the door. Narrowing his eyebrows, September was about to follow her before the bell rang. Damn, he just barely survived tonight. William was waiting by the entrance, seemingly arguing with Scott. Scott noticed September approaching before abruptly shutting his mouth. “Hello, ladies. Need these?” He dropped the keys on William’s head, turning to look at a concerned Scott.

Through his peripheral vison, he noted William untangling the keys from his hair and settling them in his pocket. “What hapened to your legs? And your uniform?” September shrugged, “Y’know just got dragged into the back room and nearly killed. The usual.” William snickered at his sarcasm, but he really wasn’t joking. “Holy crap! Are you okay? We can take you to a doctor!” He seemed to be about to have a nervous breakdown so September just waved him off. “I’m fine, woman. You need to get off your period.” With that, he walked towards his Falcon(It’s a ‘67 Ford if you didn’t know that. Most people don’t know much about older cars :’) ) and drove himself home. After falling asleep on the couch due to intense lazines, September decided to take a shower, change, renew his bandages, and call Storm. They had a lot to talk about.

September’s Archive Ends Here

#FNAF Archives1 #FNAF Archives 2

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thepurplebutterflythings · 4 years

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Curiosity Killed the Cat (Part 4) - Gar Logan

Gif: _Savion on Tenor

Word Count: 1.5K

Paring: Gar Logan x (f)Reader

Summary: Rachel askes Gar what he feels for Y/N. Gar watches an Amazon training session.

Warnings: N/A

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Tagging: @ninergirl1d reclusive-chicken-nugget

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“Holy Crap,” Rachel leapt in front of Gar the moment he arrived back home. Her eyes were bulging out of her head and her mouth hung open. He automatically knew what Rachel was speaking about, Y/N.

“Told you she was real.”

“She’s so badass!” Rachel declared as she started walking with Gar following her, “and super into you,” she looked over her shoulder to register Gar’s reaction. Gar’s cheeks flushed a bright red as Rachel spoke. He lowered his head to hide his reaction behind his green fringe. Regardless of how hard he tried to hide his red cheeks and bitten back gleeful grin at the thought of Y/N liking him, Rachel saw his joy. “Pretty too, isn’t she?”

“I- I- I- hadn’t noticed,” Gar stuttered, trying to lie.

“You can’t lie to me, remember?” Rachel chuckled and grinned.

“Okay, fine,” Gar sighed, “She’s stunning! She’s incredible! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since I met her.”

“What you gonna do about it?” Rachel asked as she stopped walking, leaning against a wall to look at Gar. Gar pushed his hair from his face and leaned on the wall opposite Rachel.

“I don’t know,” he muttered, “first, we’re not on Themyscira forever, we’ll be leaving eventually, even if it isn’t soon, second, I wouldn’t blame Sofia for not wanting her to be in a relationship with someone from the world of man, considering that they experimented on Y/N as a baby.”

“At the end of the day, Gar, its Y/N’s choice, not Sofia’s,” Rachel pointed out, “as for leaving Themyscira?” She sighed, “I don’t know, but maybe for the time being that shouldn’t be in our minds. I think we’ll be here for some time yet. Cross that bridge when you come to it, Gar.”

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Y/N tried not to let the fact that Gar was watching her train with other Amazons distract her. He was sitting to the side on the stone stools, observing curiously. No one off of Themyscira had witnessed the training sessions of the Amazons before. Out of all the trained and brilliant warriors he could watch, Gar chose to watch Y/N instead. His eyes hadn’t left Y/N at all.

“Don’t tell me you’re blushing because the man is watching,” Sofia teased as Y/N dodged her attack.

“Huh? What? No. Course not!” Y/N rambled, “Why on earth would I blush over that?”

Taking advantage of Y/N’s distracted mind, Sofia knocked Y/N to the ground. As Y/N leapt to her feet, she looked over to Gar, who gave her a concerned look. In response, Y/N smiled and gave a thumbs up to assure him she was fine before turning back to Sofia to hide her reddening face. God! How embarrassing!

“It’s fine to have feelings for a person, Y/N/N,” Sofia assured her, “nothing to be ashamed about.”

“I’m not used to this…” she confessed, “feelings like this… Is he still looking at me?”

“Yes,” Sofia chuckled.

“Oh Zeus, I feel embarrassed.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, my darling,” Sofia brushed the hair from Y/N’s eyes. “He’s merely concerned about your safety. Even Amazons can be injured.”

“Hey,” Gar said as he approached Y/N and Sofia, “you okay? Looked like a hard fall,” he looked at Y/N, hands in his pockets, as though he felt with Sofia present he had to keep at a certain distance.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Y/N assured him, “I’ve fallen a lot harder from a lot higher.”

“Good, well, not good that you’ve fallen worse before, but good that you aren’t injured. Were you injured from the other falls? Because I hope you weren’t. Being injured is never nice, is it?”

“No, no it isn’t,” Y/N nodded in agreement.

“Take a break,” Sofia chuckled as she strolled off, “chat with the man for a while.”

“How have you been finding Themyscira?” Y/N asked Gar as Sofia disappeared.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s good, I like it here,” he nodded, “watching the training is super cool. Never seen anything like it. How’d you do that flip thing earlier?”

“Oh, I can show you later if you want, after Sofia has finished training me for the day.”

“I’d like that,” Gar smiled.

“Perhaps there is something from the world of man that you can teach me,” Y/N asked excitedly, “we can teach each other.”

“That sounds nice,” Gar said, “but I don’t know what I would be able to teach an Amazon Warrior.”

“Well, I’m sure you will think of something,” Y/N said, “it doesn’t have to be fighting.”

“I’ll get to thinking about it then,” he chuckled.

“I look forward to learning from you, Gar.”

“And I’m totally excited to learn some kickass Amazon fighting from you, Y/N.”

“Tomorrow, meet me on the shore and I’ll show you how to fight like an Amazon, like we talked about yesternight.”

“Back to training now, Y/N, my darling,” Sofia called as she walked back over.

“Do you still want to watch?” Y/N asked Gar with big eyes.

“If you’re okay with that, yeah?”

“I would be more than okay with that.”

“Okay,” Gar grinned broadly as started walking back to his seat, biting his lip with his hands in his pockets. Y/N blushed as she watched him return to his spot. Sofia chuckled and playfully prodded Y/N.

“Back to training, little one,” Sofia said, “no more gawking after your man.”

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Gar walked on the sand with a bounce in his step as he searched for Y/N. According to the young Amazon, all that Gar needed to bring was himself and his inner strength, as Amazon fighting wasn’t for the hesitant. Y/N said she was going to teach him like an Amazon, and teach him like an Amazon she will. When he finally found her, Y/N was practising steps herself, certain moves for dodging and defending. He didn’t tell her he was there straight away, no, he merely watched her as she weaved in and out of the imagined attacks, ducking, twisting, and lunging. Watching her movements was like watching a ballet – elegant, poised, but still strong and filled with immense power. Magnificent.

He sucked in as he watched her leap onto one of the rocks, feet barely grazing the stone before she pushed herself off and outstretched her legs, pointing her toes as she flipped herself backwards, turning upside down mid-air before putting herself right way up to land with incredible grace and power. Her feet hit the ground with an authoritative thud, sword still in grasp. The flip that Gar so badly wanted to learn. He had seen it before, but it still took his breath away.

“Whoa!” He said, unable to hold his reaction in.

Y/N turned to see Gar standing behind her. Momentarily stunned and a visibly giddy, Y/N quickly controlled her expression to a cool and collected smile.

“Hello there, Gar.”

“Hey,” he grinned, “that flip is so awesome!”

“Thank you very much,” she chuckled as she stabbed her sword into the sand to keep it lodged in place. This is when Gar noticed that there was a second sword there waiting. Did she really also want to teach him the way of the sword? He couldn’t believe his luck.

“Um, is Sofia alright with this?”

“More than fine with it,” Y/N assured him, “surprisingly, regardless of her thoughts and feelings of the world of man, Sofia is quite fond of you.”

“Really?” Gar asked in disbelief.

“Yes,” she nodded, “I think you are different from many of the other men we’ve heard about. Men, from what I’ve been told, seem to have an insatiable bloodlust and a hatred of women.”

“Yeah… we haven’t been the best, have we?” He chuckled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head. “I promise you, Y/N, I hate blood, makes me nauseous,” Gar pulled a face as he thought about what he had done. It did make him sick, just the mere thought of the blood he had drawn made him want to hunch over and empty his guts, “as for women? Dude, women are awesome. Totally better than men. You should meet my friend Kory, or Dawn, you’d love them. I mean, you obviously knew Donna… Anyway, Kory’s got this awesome firepower, like the sun. Dawn is an amazing fighter. She’d love this.”

“If any of the Amazon’s thought you were anything like the men we’ve heard about, you wouldn’t have been allowed on Themyscira,” Y/N assured him with a snicker, “but hearing how much you respect my kind is nice. If I ever get the chance to meet your friends, I would certainly like too.”

“Maybe we’d be able to convince Sofia to let you visit us in my world.”

“Not very likely.”

“But still got some likeliness,” he flashed her a boyish grin, “and mums love me, I’d be able to convince her.”

“Perhaps this is why Sofia was wary about men,” Y/N teased, “how charming and tempting you are!”

“Um, I, well, me?” Y/N’s playful flirt caught Gar off guard, He went red in the face, burning with awkwardness at the thought of Y/N finding him charming and tempting. Him of all people being tempting? Being charming? Being the reason a mother would warn her daughter about men because of their enticement?

“Come on, Eros,” she chuckled with a teasing tone, “shall we begin?”

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Kitty subconsciously rubbed at her stomach, unsure whether she was nervous or hungry or both. Despite being wrapped in a long, loose-fitting faux fur coat, she was uncomfortably aware of how tight the dress under it had become lately. The people she passed in the street couldn’t see her dress or how pudgy she looked in it, but she still felt embarrassed and exposed, and if she was honest with herself... a little excited. Even though she knew people couldn’t really get a good look at her generous curves, she liked to imagine that they could, and that they sometimes gave her disapproving looks. Just thinking about being judged for her indulgences made her blush and smile shyly while pulling at her coat. Stopping outside of the hotel where she had agreed to meet with her old friend, she peered through the glass exterior to see if they were visible in the lobby. No sign of her. Not surprising. In her nervous state she had gotten ready with greater haste than necessary and was likely very early, but that was okay. Kitty headed inside and found her way to the bar. Josie’s suggestion. A few guests lounged on stools at the bar itself, but there was a cosy dining area with quiet booths that looked comfortable and inviting and Kitty slid right into one. She pulled out her phone to kill some time while she waited, and noticed a text from Josie; “Sorry Kitty. Running late. Maybe 20 minutes behind schedule? Order a drink or some food. Sorry! Can’t wait to see you x”. “Damn it,” she muttered under her breath. 20 minutes plus how early she already was... Not a great start. She tried to get the attention of a trim young hotel employee wiping glasses behind the bar, but a phone rang loudly and he answered it and began enthusiastically assisting whoever was on the other end. A guest, probably. There didn’t seem to be anyone else at work in the hotel bar. “Damn it” she muttered again and pulled out her phone.

Josie sat on her bed in her underwear, surrounded by discarded items of clothing. She was a slim, pale woman with dark eyes and long straight hair to match. Kitty probably wouldn’t recognise her if it wasn’t for photographs on social media. Josie had lost a lot of weight since she and Kitty had been friends in school. In one recently manicured hand she held a flute of sparkling wine, which she admired along with her dark lacquered nails, while the other held a phone. “Has she arrived yet, Barney? Medium length blond hair, very pretty, probably wearing someth... oh, good. You’re sure it’s her? Perfect. Yes, that sounds like her, it must be. You remember my instructions? Good. Yes, just put it on my room bill. There’ll be a handsome tip waiting for you later. Oh, stop it you flirt. See you later.” She put down the phone’s large and somewhat archaic plastic receiver with a satisfying click. Hotels must be the last places on Earth where you still used landlines. She smiled, emptied the glass and placed it on the small bedside table where room service had left the bottle and ice bucket. Perfect. Now if only she could decide what to wear...

A shadow hovered over Kitty as she tapped at her phone, unconsciously flipping through photos of Josie on her profile, and she turned, obscuring her phone, to see the young man from the bar standing there smiling. “Hello madame, this drink is for you.” He lifted a cocktail of some sort from the tray balanced on his upturned hand and placed it in front of her. “From your friend. She asked me to apologise for her being late and to keep this full until she arrives.” Stunned, Kitty blurted out, “full?”

“Yes, madame. She told me to keep it full. I believe she meant the drink. Although, uh...” he paused and glanced towards an open doorway beside the bar that looked to be a kitchen area, “although she also ordered you a meal. I hope that is alright. She has already paid for it at any rate, so somebody will bring it over to you when you are ready.” He smiled at her and Kitty felt herself blushing slightly. The young man was quite attractive in his fancy uniform. “Oh, I’m not even hungry” she said, smiling shyly and looking down at the table. The hotel waiter smiled even more beautifully and shrugged, “as I said, it is already paid for, your friend is staying here at the hotel and she has put it on her account. If you don’t want to eat when it arrives then you can just leave it. It’s up to you. Is there anything else I can do for you while you wait?”

“No, no thank you, that’s okay,” Kitty replied and smiled shyly. The handsome waiter nodded and left her table. Kitty went back to her phone just as a huge plate of food slid across her view and thudded onto the table, catching her by surprise. A tiny female waitress was straining to push the enormous plate into position, her face visibly flushed from effort. “Here you go, miss. Phew, sorry, that was heavy,” she laughed and wiped her hand across her forehead in jest. She was only a tiny thing, it was no wonder she’d struggled, but this food...

“Holy crap,” said Kitty. “Sorry, but that is a LOT of food.” It was piled high with all sorts of glistening meats and fish and vegetables of every kind, an entire platter. “Josie must have meant it to be for both of us.”

“No idea,” said the tiny waitress cheerfully, “enjoy.”

Jesus. This was too much food. Kitty wasn’t hungry. She was insatiable. If not for the fact that she was in public she would have plunged face first into the glistening feast... no, fuck that, she didn’t care what the public thought. In fact the thought of being judged for her gluttony by almost anyone caused her loins to moisten. It was only Josie holding her back. Her old friend. Kitty put her phone away and stared hungrily and the mountain of food in front of her, hands spread flat on the table. They felt clammy. A bead of sweat blossomed on her chin and rolled gracefully down her neck to disappear between her breasts. Maybe just a bite to pass the time. She was in control of herself. Just a bite. Kitty lifted one hand and noticed that it was shaking slightly as she reached toward a chicken wing that she could hear faintly calling her name.

Josie lounged in her air-conditioned room and sipped her wine. Having selected the perfect little black dress to show off her slender physique she had leapt into it excitedly, fixed her hair and makeup, even selected what she hoped was an enviable perfume to show off to her old friend. But in her excitement she had rushed. Everything was perfect, but now she had to wait and she was bored. And probably drinking too much. She felt a little flushed, but maybe that was just excitement. She reached over to the ice bucket to pour another glass and glanced eagerly at the digital clock on the bedside table. Another half an hour and she would allow herself to head down. Her hand paused on the bottle for a moment before she changed her mind and picked up the phone again and asked to be connected to Barney. What if she left it too late and Kitty left? A flutter of nervous energy welled in her chest and she caught her breath as a click sounded in her ear. Barney’s voice. “Miss Hendricks, is everything okay?” The genuine concern in his voice was touching. She cleared her throat. “Yes, dear, of course. I’m just... well, you know. Sometimes we girls have trouble deciding what to wear and I just wanted to check on my friend. If... if you...”

Josie’s composure wavered for a moment at the thought of her plans going to waste, if Kitty left, if she felt embarrassed or slighted enough to get up and walk out, she would never agree to another meeting, all of her plans for revenge would be for nothing and-

“Miss Hendricks? Please, there’s no need to worry. Your friend is in good hands, I’ll take care of everything. It’s early, there’s nobody here. Your friend has my undivided attention. I promise you I’ll see that she feels welcome until you arrive.”

Josie put a hand over the phone to hide her sigh of relief. Barney really was a wonder. “Thank you, Barney. Please, when you next top up her drink, tell her I’ll be there shortly. Thank you again.”

“Not a problem, Miss Hendrick’s. The pleasure is all mine.” It sounded like he was smiling. “I must say, I don’t think you need to worry about her feeling neglected. She seems perfectly occupied with the meal you had us bring out. She’s uh, she’s really going to town on it. I mean, I hope that isn’t a rude thing to say, if...”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. No dear, don’t be silly, it’s fine. See you soon.” She put the phone down and smiled broadly. She poured herself another drink. Just half an hour. An easy wait. Perfect.

Kitty stared in disbelief at the swathe of destruction across the gigantic food platter and felt a mixture of shame and lust roll over her in a wave that seemed to break and crash blissfully between her tightly clenched thighs. Her stomach lurched and growled noisily before a tiny belch escaped her lips. It sounded a little wet. She bit her lip and tried to cross her thighs ever more tightly to quell the urge she felt to touch herself. Oh God. Oh God, was the handsome waiter watching her? God, what must he think? I’m such a disgusting pig. As she had the thought she caught herself staring at him. Was he coming over? Oh God don’t let him see what a pig I’ve made of myself. I want him to rub my tummy, tell me I’m fat and bring me dessert. Fuck. He IS coming over. Be cool. Be cool. Becoolbecoolbecoolbecooool. Fuck! “Hello!” she beamed up at him as he reached her table, in a voice she knew was a little too shrill. Jesus shitting Christ he was good looking. She wanted him to rip off her dress and cover her distended stomach in kisses. He smiled a beautiful smile and said quietly, “Hello miss. I spoke to Miss Hendricks and she said she will be down shortly. But in the meantime I intend to look after you as well as I can. Is everything to your liking? Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?”

Fuck me from behind while you massage my bloated gut and shove handfuls of food into my mouth even as I beg you to stop. “No, no. Everything is great, thank you, you’ve... you’ve been far too kind, thank you, but I don’t,” Kitty swallowed and took a breath, “I don’t need anything.” Barney stood there for a beat. He looked as though he wanted to say something more. She wanted him to say more. Please say something. Don’t leave. Say something.

“Miss, if I may say, you look like you might be too... too hot. Shall I take your coat?”

Kitty stared into Barney’s eyes. “Please. Take off my coat.”

“Kitty! I. Am. SO sorry I’ve made you wait so long.” Josie’s voice tore through the quiet bar like a force of nature. What few eyes there were in the room turned toward her and the silence deepened. There in the doorway she stood, leaning luxuriantly on one hip, clad in a figure-hugging black dress that Kitty doubted she could get so much as a single one of her own legs into. Josie’s gorgeous dark hair was tied up, but not too tight. Just a little wildness about it, a few stray blades of hair framed her pale porcelain face. She could have been a model. Kitty had studied all her recent social media photos with envy, but she was far more beautiful in person. What a bitch.

The handsome waiter excused himself quietly as Josie made her way to the table. Flustered and halfway out of her coat, all Kitty could do was stare as Josie crossed the room. She seemed a little unsteady. New heels, probably. Those shoes looked like they’d never seen a day’s use. Only, the way she moved, confident but a little clumsy, for a moment Kitty could have sworn she was drunk. But it was far too early for that to be the case. And she looked so elegant besides. This was going to be a nightmare. Kitty began to blush, flooded with embarrassment, and she pulled her coat tightly around herself as Josie slid... less than elegantly into the cushion padded booth opposite from her. Fucking hell, she was plastered. Josie giggled as she landed heavily. “Shitting fuck, did you eat all of this yourself? No wonder you’ve gotten so fa..hahaha!” Her sentence vanished beneath a bout of uncontrollable laughter. Kitty gaped, lost for words, anger rising inside her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” Josie giggled and raised her hands defensively, “I think I’ve had a little too much to drink.” Her laughter trailed off and she smiled at Kitty. “You were horrible to me in school, you know. You made me hate myself.”

All of Kitty’s anger fell out of her as though a trap door had been released beneath her feet. “I hated you” was all she could say, but she didn’t feel it. “All your friends. Real friends, friends who saw you for who you were, not how you looked. Not how you... acted. How you WERE. So I called you names. Made fun of your weight. I was...”

Silence. The two women stared at each other. No anger and no humour. Only memories. “You were young,” said Josie. “I have regrets too. Did things and said things I wish I hadn’t. But you really hurt me. I thought today was about getting even with you, but now we’re here and all I can think about is what I’ve really wanted to say to you. All these years later. Katherine.”

Kitty clenched her hands into fists on the table. “I’m so sorry. I was jealous. I never liked the people I hung out with. I liked... I liked you. Do you remember that time we... in detention, after school?”

“I remember.” Josie shifted uneasily in her seat. “We were arguing, shouting at each other. I don’t really remember why, just that you were calling me names. Calling me fatty. I remember the teacher had left us alone for whatever reason, and we were shouting, and then we... we were...”

“Kissing.”

“But you pulled away.” There were tears in Josie’s eyes now and her lips quivered slightly as she spoke the words. Whispered. “You told me I was disgusting. Juicy Josie. That’s what you used to call me. And you said it then... but with so much venom. You told me never to tell anyone about the kiss and you never spoke to me again.”

“Josie, I’m sorry, it was a long time ago I never... I would never do that to you now. Not now. I actually. I...”

“You what? Do you know what you did to me? I’ve dieted for years. Denied myself pleasure... exercised and gone hungry to look like this. Because of you. And for what? I don’t even know who I am...” Tears ran tiny rivers down Josie’s face, trailing makeup and eyeliner across her perfect features.

Kitty reached across the table and placed a hand on Josie’s arm. “I thought you were beautiful. I was too weak to admit it. And confused. Fuck, this is embarrassing...”

“Tell me.”

“Josie, I liked the way you looked. I preferred it. I liked you... fat.”

At some point Barney reappeared. The two women had sat in silence for some time, just holding each other’s gaze. Remembering. Barney looked concerned, offering Josie a pristine white handkerchief from his tailored red waistcoat pocket. “Miss Hendricks, is everything alright? You seem upset.”

“Everything’s fine,” she smiled, taking the handkerchief and drying her eyes. As she handed it back to him she took his hand in hers. “Barney, can you have this taken up to my room?” She indicated the food.

“Of course, Miss Hendricks, anything.”

“Oh, please... call me Josie. And, if it’s not too much trouble... bring the food up yourself?”

“Anything,” he said again, with earnest. He turned to Kitty. “Will you be joining Miss... Josie? Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?”

“Only that you call me Kitty. I will be joining Miss Hendricks.”

“Mmm. Wonderful. Well then. I imagine you’ll be wanting to leave. Allow me to get out of your way. I’ll bring this up to you shortly.”

He bowed slightly, perspiration beading lightly on his handsome face, and stepped back from the table to allow the two women to wriggle out of the padded booth. Inseparable, they left the room clinging fiercely to one another. Barney watched eagerly as they left, hoping nobody would notice the erection he was trying to ignore beneath his dark pressed uniform trousers.

Later, in Miss Hendrick’s hotel room, Barney was pulling the same trousers back on, a cigarette hanging loosely from his grinning lips. He glanced into a full length mirror as he surveilled the room, adjusted his hair and straightened his jacket. In the mirror he caught a glimpse of the empty food platter and turned to look at the two women sleeping on the bed. Naked and pressed together, facing each other, tightly embraced, they were a vision of beauty. Josie’s pale skin and athletic physique, contrasted by Kitty’s slightly darker, more voluptuous shape. Josie’s dark hair loose, brushing her delicate shoulders, her small firm breasts, her deliciously ripe nipples pink and inviting, pressed tenderly into the larger woman’s ample bosom. Kitty’s hair was shorter, lighter and curlier, her pretty face smiling contentedly as the two lovers held each other. Their stomachs, so obviously full to bursting from the food the two had urged each other to eat with such desperate need over the last hour or so, now looked like two swollen balloons being pushed together, ever so gently. In the silence of the hotel room Barney felt sure he could hear quiet gurgles coming from the two gorged women on the bed. It really was a shame, but he couldn’t stay, he needed to get back to work before anybody noticed.

Putting out the cigarette, he took one last look at the two women on the bed, smiled to himself and then turned for the door. He reached out and took the handle, then stopped. A moment passed and he just stood there. He took his hand from the door, walked over to the bed and picked up the phone. Pinning the receiver between his head and his shoulder, he pressed a button on the telephone and started teasing a cigarette from the crumpled packet beside it. “Hello, room service? Yes, could you send up some...” he paused as he saw Josie stirring quietly from her sleep. She looked sleepily up at him and smiled. “Could you just send one of everything? That’s right. Yes, I’m quite serious.” Josie closed her eyes, smiling, and moved closer to Kitty, kissing her gently on the lips. Kitty stirred as Barney put down the phone, her legs, interlocked with Josie’s, began to squirm and her hips and thighs began to writhe. “Oh God,” whispered Kitty. Her stomach protested loudly as both Josie and Barney began gently running their hands over it. “Oh God...”

#feedism feederism feederism-fiction idk how to tag stuff sorry if this is full of errors it's late and i'm too tired to proof read

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