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justlemmeadoreyou · 2 months

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Hopelessly Devoted to You

In which Y/n just wants to leave her abusive husband, and Harry is hopelessly devoted to her

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Warnings: Mentions of an abusive marriage, domestic violence and abuse, crying.

This one is going to be angsty, with two lovesick morons who are too scared to admit their feelings for each other. There are going to be mentions of abuse, so read at your own risk.

Dropping Ellie to school, she thinks this is her happy place. With her kid, talking about how she finds elephants interesting, how she loves eggos, and the girl who sits next to her bites her nails all the time.

She's smiling on the car seat all the way to the school, contrary to how she is at home.

She tries her best to shield her away from her god-awful marriage, but sometimes, it's too damn difficult.

Like last night, when as soon as Elliot was home, she had sent her to her room, which she had gotten soundproofed with the money she had saved for months. She had told her to lock the door tightly, because Daddy had come home.

As soon as he entered, she realized he was drunk.

That was just how he came home nowadays, drunk off his ass, not even understanding his surroundings. She wondered how he even managed to make his way back home.

He stumbled from the doorway, having struggled with his keys for over 5 minutes. She was already sweating by now, hands clammy and her heartbeat rising.

"The fuck, fucking-" he cursed as soon as he was in, throwing his shoes and socks away. He threw his bag away too, and stumbled till he reached the dining table, glaring up at Y/n.

She didn't say anything to him. Knowing he would get angry if she did.

"Give me water" he ordered, and she got one glass, holding it under the tap, filling it up with water. She turned it off, turning around, and giving it to him.

He drank it in one go, some of it falling on his shirt. Messily wiping his mouth, he threw the glass away, and she was startled.

"Where's my food?"

She went back into the kitchen, taking the plate she had already taken out for him, and placing it in front of him.

"What the fuck? How many times do I have to tell you, I don't like meatballs? Are you that fucking dumb that you can't understand?"

That's when he threw the plate away, and a couple utensils too, which were lying on the dining table.

She knew Ellie would've heard it, and she quickly took a few steps back, preparing herself to turn around and run away, in case he pranced at her.

And that, he did. Thankfully, she knew just how to run from him, so he wouldn't catch up to her, and locked herself in the room with Ellie.

He was banging at the door, screaming curses at her. Calling her everything she had hoped she would never have to hear again.

With Ellie crying in her mum's arms, with continuous banging on the door, that threatened to break it, she knew she wanted it to end.

She knew she wanted a divorce.

. . .

"I'll pay for the lawyer if you want. Money is no issue for me, you know that, Y/n" he said, genuinely wanting to help her out of this marriage. He wants the best for her, for her to be happy again. Whenever he looks at her, his heart beats faster.

He still doesn't understand why she still wears the wedding ring he gave her. She's moved on from him, but still carries pieces of him with her. Given, most of them are tears and hurt marks, and looking at them makes his heart cry. And the purple bruise on her neck makes him want to kill Elliot. Piece by piece. Break him, beat him up, to make up for all the times he did the same to Y/n.

Her hand is just inches away from his, resting softly on the armrest. His finger twitches, and he wants her to hold his hand, to tell her that she will be alright. But she won't.

And he can't.

She lifted her gaze, looking into his kind eyes. He was good...and sometimes, it felt as if he was too good to be real.

"Oh" she replied. It was the only way out for her, because getting money from her parents was a lost cause. Her friends couldn't help her too, because she was too deep in this shit to be pulled out easily.

"Think about it. Sleep over it too, maybe? You can tell me tomorrow, or the day after it. I'll be waiting" he says, and "for you, right here" remain lodged in his throat.

"Thank-thank you, Mr. Styles, I-You're so kind to me, to Ellie-" her voice breaks, and he knows she will cry if he doesn't stop her. "Everything you've done-"

"It's my job, Y/n. It's what I do for everyone. Some need less help, and some need more. It's no big deal" he reassures her, and she nods.

"But still, thank you so, so much. I'll-I'll forever be grateful to you for this" she smiles, and he smiles back. His dimples are on show, on soft, squishy cheeks, that she wants to caress, to hold, to place a soft kiss on.

"So, you can-you can call me when you've thought over it, and I'll get the paperwork started." he straightens his suit, and she clears her throat. "Yeah-yeah, I'll call you, Mr. Styles"

"You can call me Harry. Here's my card"

She smiles, taking the business card from him, and keeping it in the back of her phone cover. In case Elliot checks her bag, he's too dumb to look in her phone cover.

He smiles at her, despite knowing why she did it, and it breaks his heart even more.

. . .

Harry was a good person. She had met him at a summer camp she had taken Ellie to, where he had bought his niece, Evie. They were 4, and Ellie got super excited when she found out that their names began with "E". As soon as they met, they hit it off, holding each other's hand, and running away from Harry and Y/n.

"I'm sorry-she-she gets super excited sometimes, she doesn't listen" Y/n apologized, and that was the first time he looked at her. Into her pretty, pretty eyes, that made him seem dull.

"Oh-no, don't apologize, it's all right. She doesn't have kids of her age near her parents' home, so I took her here so she could have some fun"

"So-she's not your kid?" she asked, her hands fidgeting in front of her.

"No-she's my niece. My sister's daughter. I'm Harry" he said, offering her hand to her for a handshake.

She took it, smiling.

“I’m Y/n”

He seemed nice, bringing her niece for a weekend long camp. He seemed like the cool and care free uncle every kid wanted, who would let them do anything. As she looked into his eyes, an emerald shade with the brightest shine, she had no idea this stranger would be a lifesaver for her one day.

“So, you from around here?” he asked, taking his hand back. The handshake had lasted for much longer than they both intended, and to his surprise, his hand was all wet when he pulled back.

Y/n lowered her head, mentally cursing herself for being so weird.

“I’m sorry, Harry-I-sometimes get super nervous around new people, and my hands-they get all sweaty. I’m sorry”

“No, no, it’s alright. No need to apologize.” he wiped his hand on his beige pants, and she still felt bad for the faint spot that developed on which looked like custom tailored pants.

She turned, getting hold of her purse, and opening the chain. She fished out a fresh handkerchief, which she had kept for Ellie, because she always eats messily, getting crumbs all over her face and clothes. But Y/n adores it, and she smiles everytime she cutely says, “Mumma, hanky” with a bright smile, so proud of herself for that.

“Here-take this,” she offered him her napkin, a white one with pink flowers laced on it.

He will to keep it forever, he thinks.

And that he did, too. The same handkerchief, unused by him because he couldn’t bring himself to do anything that would make the softness, and the smell of her perfume laced in it, go away. It sits in his cupboard, in one of the two lockers that he has.

“Thank you” he takes it, stuffing it in his pocket.

They go for a walk after that, looking at all the camp-activities that were in the brochure. The swings, the activities, the areas allocated for different sports, with so many children running around with sports equipment.

“I think she really needed it, you know. She worked hard throughout the year, doing all her assignments and homework on time. She also did her science project all by herself, without even any help from me and Elliot. Can you believe that?”

She looked so, so pretty, talking proudly about her daughter.

“And Elliot is-?”

“My husband, yeah”

Harry thinks she would be proud, or happy, at least, while telling him that she has a husband. But she doesn’t, and she hopes he doesn’t notice the small frown that creeps up her face, her smile fading with just the mention of his name.

Unfortunately, he does.

. . .

Throughout the day, they spend time together. Sitting on the swings, talking bout their pasts and smiling and giggling, like a couple of teenagers in love. But, they’re far from that.

Y/n thinks she hasn’t been so happy in a while. She hasn’t laughed this much in a while too, nor had a normal conversation with an adult.

So, when Ellie told her there was going to be a week long summer camp, she made sure she was the one to go with he. She just wanted to step out of the house, and meet some new people, have normal conversations, unlike the screaming and arguing she endured almost everyday.

And Harry…well, he’s Harry. His heart skips a beat every time she smiles, so carefree and beautiful. The way her face glows in the sun, and the tiny crinkles that form when she squints them to see him in the sunlight. Her hair, that flows freely in the warm air, and the biggest smile on her face as she tries to tie them up, but they just keep slipping out of her grasp.

He can't help but be captivated by her presence, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity he can't quite explain. Her smile seems to light up the entire landscape, and he finds himself enchanted by the way she effortlessly radiates joy. Even though, she had been quite opposite of that for a while. He feels a warmth spread through him whenever she looks his way, a feeling he can't quite put into words but cherishes nonetheless.

Yeah, he’s in love with her.

(next part)

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tell me if you like this! i might consider a part 2, because this was sitting in my drafts and i know this isn't soo good!

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lucifers-rubber-duck · 1 month

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𖤓 How much would the Hazbin Characters enjoy physical contact 𖤓

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husker, Angel, Niffty, Sir Pentious & Lucifer.

Warnings: Wrote this as friendly (especially Alastor's one) but can be read as romantic as well.

A/N: I've been recently thinking too much on how much a few of the characters would enjoy affection I had to write it.

10/10. This girl would absolutely love any kind of physical contact.

• She would absolutely cry if you started hugging her.

• She will say she's very proud of you for being comfortable enough to hug her.

• If you start being clingy she wouldn't mind at all.

• I belive she wouldn't mind you holding her hand, leaning into her, etc. She will start doing the same if you permit her.

• There would be a point were you two would simply start hugging each other as a way to say hi.

• Be ready because she will definitely look for you when she's feeling sad or burned out, you'll be the one she'll cry on the shoulder and hug until she feels better again.

6/10. She's not against it but that doesn't mean she will be 100% okay about it.

• She doesn't enjoy physical contact that much, especially not the long during ones.

• If you hug her will give nervous taps on your back and in less than a few seconds will be pushing you away.

• It doesn't mean she hates you, she just isn't familiar with that.

• I feel like you you pick her up in your arms she'll start to panic.

• Will let you brush her hair sometimes because she trusts you won't try anything funny like pulling it.

• If you're feeling really tired she will let you put your head on her shoulder and rest or will just straight up pick you up and bring you to your room.

4/10. This man does not like physical contact at all and will avoid it at all costs.

• He doesn't trust many people, and trusts even less people touching him. He only let's Rosie and Niffty touch him for a reason.

• If you somehow are able to earn his trust like them, he'll let you give him quick hugs at best.

• Now, you not being able to touch him doesn't mean he won't touch you, on the contrary, messing up with you is his favorite passtime.

• He will spin you around, invade your personal space, boop your nose, give pats on your head, anything that may annoy you really.

• Sometimes, he'll pull you to dance with him when he hears music from the radio, but only when he's in a very good mood.

• Doesn't like being touched but will be very touchy sometimes.

5/10. He doesn't like it, he avoids it as much as he can, but maybe he can make a exception for you.

• His job is to stay behind the bar's counter and serve drinks, anything beyond that is out of his catalogue.

• He hates when you try to touch his tail or his wings, they're way too sensitive for him to trust anyone touching.

• Doesn't like hugs, he's so grumpy about them and everytime you ask for one he will deny it.

• Now, if you're actually in a very bad mood or something happened to you that made you feel like shit, he won't hesitate to try and comfort you.

• He will put a arm around your shoulder, put his wings around you and try his best to make you a little better and open up to what happened.

• And if you got too drunk at his bar? He will put your arm around his shoulders and help you walk to your room.

• He's a man of words, not actions, but he's trying his best.

8/10. He's used to being touched, that's his job but he has almost no experience being touched in such a innocent way.

• When you first started being clingy to him he for sure thought you had second intentions and would constantly flirt with you.

• But when he saw you were being genuine he panicked for a quite long amount of time, he just wasn't used to it.

• He would try to avoid you at all costs at the start, he just couldn't help feel his heart hurt everytime you were so nice and sweet with him.

• After a while he would just start to give in and be extremely clingy with you. One of his four arms around your waist, holding your hand, hugging you by the shoulder, he would just take everything from you he could.

• He would 100% let you cuddle with him and put you face on his fluffy chest and brag about how much you seemed to enjoy it.

• He wouldn't stop being flrity with you but this time he would try to make sure you're comfortable with it and make it clear it's all friendly, he doesn't want to lose to one good thing he has.

10/10. She just doesn't mind, she likes climbing people at random moments and for sure doesn't mind physical contact.

• She doesn't know what personal space is to being with, she already was very touchy with you, she would just turn extra clingy.

• She wouldn't mind being hugged but you should be carefull, she very tiny and you could easily hurt her, but tbh she probably enjoys pain.

• Be ready to turn into her favorite climbing spot, she would climb and sit in your shoulder ar any given opportunity.

• You would basically have to babysit her to make sure she won't be running around with sharp objects trying to kill anyone, wich is kinda hard since she's faster than you.

• Still, besides everything, she would be really thankfull for you to be around her, a lot of people find her crazy and having someone being so nice to her is something she will forever appreciate.

• She's going to give you a bunch of gifts made of dead bugs she killed to show how much she cares for you, so be nice.

9/10. This poor man is so awkward when it comes to physical affection but would absolutely adore it.

• Absolutely freaks out about it, first he things is you trying to make him let his guard down to attack him, but will start blushing and sttutering the moment he realizes it's genuine.

• He doesn't mind being hugged, holding hands, being close to each other and all that stuff, just tell him first so he can mentally prepare.

• Not a lot of people are nice to him, most think he's just a loser who can't do anything right so he will look up to you a lot and try a lot to be reciprocate.

• He will make you gifts and gadgets as a way to say thanks for your kindness and will order his Egg Bois to follow and help you in everything you need.

• Something tells me that he would love to cuddle up with you, he's cold blooded and he thinks you're warm, can't blame him for that.

10/10. Bro is touch starved, the moment you're sweet to him he will melt.

• Now, this man, this man would fall to tears the moment you showed any kind of affection towards him.

• He's been isolated since his wife left him, maybe even before that, he never thought someone could care for him again.

• If you hug him, he will hug you back. If you hold his hand, he will smile at you. If you decide to just sit by his side and talk he'll be more than eager to hear you, doesn't matter the subject you're talking about.

• He's very clingy and will want to make sure you're feeling okay 24/7. He'll send you text messages, give your a few of his rubber ducks (one of them even looks like you!) and hold you close with his wings to show a new thing he created!

• It takes a while for him to hug you back normally without tearing up or being extremely awkward about it, but it will come a moment were he just does it naturally. He just appreciates you so much, he doesn't want to ruin anything.

• I personally belive he enjoys cooking so he will either ask you to cook with him or bring you food he made himself. Enjoy your meals from the best cooker ever!

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kalims · 1 year

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Fairytale anon part 3 haha

Don’t worry about it <3 it’s completely fine , it’s understandable and all on why you wouldn’t be able to do it, but I really appreciate your patience

I’d like to request dorm leaders again, with a trope like “falls first, falls harder”. I just think it would be cute too read,

ofc if you can’t do my request at all it’s all good!

also thank you for giving me a second time to request. It’s really appreciated so much since I love your writing and your literally so kind,😭💞 sorry for putting you through so much trouble

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "let's play a game. say, if we fell in love who do you think would fall first or harder? ha! it's definitely you."

falling first, and falling harder,

today, we are unaware. tonight, you've realized. tomorrow, we're already smitten.

characters. dorm leaders.

includes. gn!reader.

wc. 5.1k for some reason.

cw. crack, actually mc on crack too, fire accidents, angst to comfort (giving), death (not major)

note. ong hi fairytale anon! honestly you're the patient one here t-t so thank you!! <3 I admit this is one of the favorite mc's I've written haha... why the heck is this so long

—ㅤriddle rosehearts ・falls first

"two plus two is equals to six because there is an additional two." you state without any ounce of doubt at all, blankly—yet so confidently.

riddle is stupefied at the relevation that he knows such a stupid person. so he recoils with a weird look on his face. "that's not how it works. there is no deeper meaning." he sighs.

if he had a penny for everytime you'd made his head hurt riddle would be rich.

he hates your sass.

"but what if it does though."

"(name)."

contrary to belief riddle is a pretty perfect guy but among the category of boyfriend material he's in the middle. like, hardstuck. if it was a competition his mother would be rolling in her bed because he won't stand a chance to win.

it's not because of his face or anything. in fact, he's gorgeous. it's about the sensitive attitude he has. seemingly blunt, harsh, and direct words but you know riddle best besides from his friends.

so it's only natural his real self would be slipping off, with you he has the chance to enjoy his life as a normal school boy. without the clutches of his mother who's fully intent on carving his path herself.

his mother would probably drag him by the ear if she hears that he's falling for one of the most stupid people she'd ever meet instead of one of the 'candidates' she reccomends.

it was during a messy time, when he realized.

messes were something riddle didn't exactly like.

and there's a whole lot right in the kitchen of his dorm.

the silence is prominent when he gets hit by a patch of dough that was probably still in the process of getting kneaded and he's sure whoever made the mess was sweating in their boots when he exhaled shortly.

"I have such good aim." you compliment yourself, laughing quietly and the traces of dough in your hands is full evidence that you are the culprit.

for some reason riddle can't bring himself to be angry by your smile.

he puts a palm over his head. "you. (name) it's five in the morning." without much regard to his words you shrug and casually pick up a new set of flour. "so?"

"so? why are you.." he eyes the items on the counter top. "..baking at five am? it's five am."

"who doesn't? hey don't you not know how to bake? I'll finally beat you in something." you joke.

for once riddle is forcefully dragging himself in the middle of something he hates.

he huffs. flicking his hand so that there's an apron magically on his waist. you make an amazed sound at your own apron tying itself around you.

"don't you know one of the basics for safety is an apron? just you wait, I'll be one of the best at this soon enough." riddle huffs. sure there's a routine he strictly follows everyday but it's a rest day, why not spend it timely? with someone he likes.

you're one mess be wouldn't mind getting caught in.

and you, this time you're the one that would fall harder.

you admit it's hard to like riddle first so early with his old, snappy self but given how much he's improved its starting to feel like you're some quarreling married couple at times.

so it just hits you hard.

I'm in love with him.

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—ㅤleona kingscholar ・falls harder

(@ravynous girl, ravy... this for you 🥰)

"leona your little snookie pookie is too broke and is need for some madol to buy food for their pet cat." at some point grim admitted he didn't like to get referred as a cat so you just started doing it just to annoy him.

well he was built like a cat, save for the fact that he can stand on two feet. the rest of the people who were used to the norm of twisted wonderland did think otherwise.

their normal was a monster.

besides the concerning nickname you came up for yourself leona peeks an eye open from his sleep and stares at you blankly. "you don't have a cat."

you grin at him. "you wanna be my kitty then?"

"call me that again and I'll make sure you won't step a foot inside of savanaclaw ever again."

"oh! the horror!" for extra drama points you fall down and clutch your chest, rook would be so proud. "wherever will my grim poop in if not the haven of savanaclaw."

leona makes a disturbed look.

from the start before all the 'disgusting' love started it was friendship and leona can fully vouch the fact that the friendship was not consentual on his end.

you were like a stupid little roach on his fur, unable to shake you off since you're so intent on sticking up to him. and at some point leona didn't even bother to shoo you away when you totally not forcefully forced yourself into his schedule.

his schedule in question is just naps and you actually questioned it.

even ruggie is suprised he hasn't thrown you out of savanaclaw yet when leona has fully the power to do so without being questioned at all so how the hell were you still unscathed after practically insulting leona's whole existence? (which is honestly just being.. honest)

the answer to that is because he's secretly enjoying your presence that's what!

"do you not tend your hair? it looks like an overgrown bush that rolls around in deserts." you squint and poke the mess of strings that leona calls hair.

the man in question pretends not to feel your poke and merely grunts. "quit it. I'm trying to sleep here." he buries his face into the pillow deeper.

"when are you not?" you turn to face the ceiling. not pondering much of the fact that leona let you lay on his bed, with him. despite knowing full well you're probably just gonna disturb his sleep.

there's no answer.

you turn your head, only being able to see the back of leona's head. and the occasional movement alongside his breathing, it convinced you that he was sleeping soundly.

leave it to leona to sleep under five seconds..

"I'm really glad you're with me."

perhaps too drunk in your drowsiness to care about the words you're spouting there isn't much regard you put into thought when your mouth ran off.

and for once leona has never lost the will to sleep so fast.

or perhaps he's actually just distracted by the second flip his heart did.

what a pain. he turns over. hopefully you're true to your words, if you really are then he'd wake up beside you.

unlike riddle you're probably gonna be the one to fall first.

most people would think that leona's whole personality is a blank, boring canvas. just one color but it just seemed so interesting to you that you couldn't help but reach out.

maybe he'd never glance at you, or maybe he wouldn't even care but he's here, like straight out of your dreams you don't know since when you started catching the disease (feels) but imagine your suprise when you wake up and he's practically using you as a humanoid pillow.

oh. you should tease him about this once you wake up again because the sleep is really tempting you from how comfortable you are.

ㅤ

—ㅤazul ashengrotto ・falls first

if current azul told his past self 'you're gonna be in love' he probably would've started laughing quietly because the idea just seems impossible for him.

but he thinks it's you. "I don't think this looks good." azul sighs for the nth' time, clumsily pulling off the tie and coat you had dragged him to try.

you pout. "why not?" a little iffed by the fact that he doesn't like it or that you pretty much spent your whole allowance. azul however, remains blissfully ignorant.

he squints at you. "it's supposed to be a formal event. my clients would not take me seriously in such—" azul grimaced as he gestures at his reflection in the mirror. "—colorful, and clearly unprofessional attire."

you make a sad face.

"you just have no taste. and I want my thousand madol back."

by the look on his face it's a mixture of horrified and feeling bad. "it's not that I don't like it.."

"whatever. stay in your boring old tie, boomer. might as well do a cosplay of a mafia lord."

"what—"

in the spectrum of 'I hate you' but 'you're dear to me' azul would be on the verge of falling off in the middle. given how many situations he's lost plenty of braincells because of your shenanigans he isn't enjoying the tweels clear amusement of this.

but.

you're one of the people azul keeps very close in his inner circle. as much as he despises the twins antics he can admit he'll do the same for them as they did for him in his... overblot moment.

and as for you, he'll do it a thousand times.

between practically losing his mind when he'd get distracted during work because his brain just wants to make him suffer by thinking of you and all his decisions including your personal gain... azul can tell he's pretty fucked.

in the end azul didn't have the heart to not wear your gift.

"you look breathtaking." azul flushes. I picked the right color (aka his favorite). he thinks to himself. secretly glad that you decided to agree to his proposition.

you beam. "why thank you handsome man. it's only natural I wear the clothing you picked out for me graciously."

there's not a lot of times where azul has felt beautiful. in fact, he could count the times he did with one hand. but this time, it feels wholly different.

he feels pretty when you smile at him.

your eyes flicker to his collarbone area, glinting pleasantly at your own very pick sitting atop it. "I see you've chosen to listen to my good advice after all."

it is kind of embarrassing since he's standing out of a crowd with such a bright tie but if azul does say so himself, it's worth it if it meant seeing you look so proud.

azul covers a cough behind his hand. "it would be rude to leave it unworn."

maybe it would be strange but I find it fitting if the two of you fell at just the same time, just as hard cause who wouldn't? the scene itself is straight out of a dream.

and, it's hard to not notice azul's stare when you awkwardly realize that the other is wearing the gift both had given. a better word for it could be enchanted.

after you wouldn't know but just maybe, azul will keep the tie you'd given him tucked in the corner of his safe. away from the eyes of the twins who are probably dying to tease him about it.

ㅤ

—ㅤkalim al asim ・falls harder

"how in the hell do you set water on fire?!" you scream. frantically patting away the portion of your shirt that had literally got burnt off by the fire, before. you'd hyped yourself up to react well in a situation like this but it's like you're completely stupid now.

perhaps you should've declined when kalim invited you to make curry for jamil.

but he was so cute I couldn't deny. you think in regret.

one thing led to another and you underestimated how horrible kalim was at cooking, you just left to collect a few ingredients you forgot and somehow the boy in question was just in the process of setting his whole dorm on fire.

kalim; since he was the one who had set the fire aflame from the first place, is much in a worse state than you. "ah! my butt is on fire again!"

oh he was panicking like you.

"quick! stop, drop, and roll!"

kalim freezes, drops to the ground but rolls the wrong way.

"THATS THE WRONG WAY—DONT ROLL TO THE CURTAIN ITS GONNA CATCH ON—"

"fire?"

simultaneously,, both you and kalim freeze at an eerily calm voice.

jamil crosses his arms. "what are you doing? and what is going on here?" he sighs, massaging his temple like it's gonna lessen the two headaches he just got.

you answer blankly. "fire."

like a mother duckling scolding their two babies crossing the road without permission jamil ate you both out, listing possibilities that made the situation far more dangerous than it was (which is actually true). the whole time, kalim has this embarrassed, ashamed look on his face as he looks down.

surprisingly enough you had liked kalim immediately after your first meeting, whether it's platonic at first or romantic is entirely up to you. who could you even blame? his demeanor is like a sweet escape from all the evil-ness.

it's like.. being with kalim gives you a chance to feel human again because out of all the problems you've dealt with it's refreshing to have someone genuinely care and give for you when everyone's been taking it all from you.

for kalim, it's just natural for him to take care of everyone he knows. but somehow, he doesn't know why it's different this time. like he'd pick out a diamond out of a deep cave instead to go out his way for you to see how special it is.. (bad comparison?)

you mentally pray for kalim's cooking to succeed.

since mid terms were coming up, you were behind quite a few lessons since you were being taught.. elemental level knowledge, as embarrassing as it is.. well... everyone started there, (or so you try and convince yourself)

you weren't able to help kalim out with his ongoing attempt at making a curry.

so you're confused,,, he isn't carrying a curry right now and he's handing it to the wrong person.

"do you wanna try?"

"...what?"

it's probably idiotic of you to freeze up and stare but midst your confusion it was the only natural response. from what you remember, the food he made was supposed to be for jamil.

not you..

kalim tilts his head. as if asking you why you're so lost. "you don't like it? I thought it was your favorite."

yes.. right, that is your favorite. kalim is holding your favorite dish.

you sweat nervously and ask yourself if he's mistaken something, actually. you do. "no... it is but... I thought you were making curry for jamil?" the inner glutton of you grabs at you childishly. but for your sake, you shove it in a closet or something.

the troubled look on his face clears up. "oh! well.." kalim scratches his head with a nervous laugh, all looking lighthearted. "jamil didn't eat it cause he said it was ominous and somehow bubbling... so I asked him to help make your favorite dish instead."

you bite your lip to keep in the shit eating grin threatening to embarass your whole existence.

you had never felt the urge to bang your head into a wall, crawl into it, close the whole and start squealing on the other side (oddly descriptive) because what the actual hell? that was adorable!!

honestly after all that you can't blame yourself for falling first.

and maybe you'd notice that instead of expensive gifts you just started receiving priceless ones, memories, acts of service. love. who wouldn't love a guy who can buy a whole division but go out his way to learn cooking for you? (technically jamil made your favorite dish but eh... he's learning)

and who wouldn't love, you? nearly everyone in nrc disliked his sunny demeanor cause.. school of villians, pushed him away because of it and you, welcomed it. this time, he won't take something for granted.

ㅤ

—ㅤvil schoenheit ・falls harder but knew you fell first.

"that—" you screech shrilly, feeling even more pain at the watery prick at your eyes. "—HURTS."

vil sighs but narrows his eyes to focus on your eyebrows which he said to be 'uneven', going as far as fixing it himself. or so he says, 'he's doing you a favor' which he technically is but you had no idea it was this painful!

every strand that was getting picked away felt like a decrease of ten years to your lifespan.

unconsciously and certainly without your consent. your fingers grasp at vil's wrist and he lets you, only actually blinking at the warmth enveloping it but doing nothing else.

he shrugs away the warmth in his chest too.

"the beauty isn't worth the pain." you cry comically, gritting your teeth because.. people do this willingly? actually. does this mean vil does this on a daily basis? does he have high pain tolerance or something?

at your words vil smiles faintly, eyes flashing in nostalgia. "I thought of that before as well, you'll get used to it." he says lightly. pulling away and brushing a thumb over your eyebrow.

there's more?! "no way I'm gonna do this again.."

"beauty doesn't come without a price."

"good thing I'm broke."

vil despises your casual neglect to your appearance. if he isn't around, it's rook that got told to watch over you. in a way you're like a second epel but on a more intense degree since epel already knows how to take care of himself. this time, vil is taking care of you.

which he doesn't know why he's even doing in the first place. he guesses he wants everyone to see their best in themselves, or he's just making excuses to touch or; 'inspect' your face. but he isn't stupid. your crush on him was apparent, the wobbly smile when he gets too close is something he sees a lot.

you never acted on your feelings. stuck around, but never too much. did your constant presence direct such a huge influence in his life that he's starting to notice how he forgets he's not talking to anyone when he reminds you the air about hygiene importance.

vil is beauty.

in terms of words to describe him it's out of this world.

to see him without the usual front he bores; bare, naked. the persona he was afraid everyone would hate is all but standing in front of you. vulnerable, sensitive and lost. much unlike his confident self.

he knows.

the villian of the story will never lose and in the eyes of the world neige is the hero.

vil stills at the creak of his door, ultimately unable to move or wipe away the frustration down his cheeks. as far as he knew, no one dared to enter his room without his consent other than—

"vil?" you call out in a sing-song voice, he always scolded you to not do so lest you reveal much in public. fearing for your safety in denial. you pause at his obviously sad face, and sag your shoulders.

the joking in your face disappears immediately. "you okay?" you thin your lips and hesitantly step forwards until you silently urge vil to move to the side then sit next to him when he does.

you nudge his shoulder then dry his cheeks. later you’ll help him with his routine, you glance at the table. it seems like he was too disheartened to start, for now you'll comfort him.

maybe that's what vil likes about you.

you don’t give him pity, you're still yourself in situations like this.

and, you don't offer any words. knowing full well the most he needs is just your presence beside you.

truth to be told someone as ordinary as you could never afford to get the greatest beauty.

you didn't look at him like a doll in display, nothing greater than genuine appreciation for his beauty.

perhaps what vil needs is to get a taste of sought for someone instead of being sought for.

being appreciative is something vil rarely stumbles upon but there is a slight change to his attitude after the night. he was always the one helping everyone else with the routines and stuff so he stayed silent the whole time you did the routine for him instead.

like a child cluelessly receiving affection for the first time.

that was the first time he ever let someone other than a makeup artist touch his face, and the first time he dreamt of a happy ending.

ㅤ

—ㅤidia shroud ・falls first

idia hates co-op mode.

this applies to every game that has multi-player mode. most say it makes everything more easier but to him it's just,,, annoying.

this game in particular features direct join and people would start joining his world and taking rewards without permission at all. and he hates thieves! idia wishes that PVP was an option because no one could ever win against him.

the familiar ping of another player joining his realm makes him groan from behind the screen. whoever that was, their character loaded after a long time and when they started moving its like they were on mcdonalds wifi.

idia snickers. L bozo. maybe it was wrong for him to start slandering someone he never met but eh...

he expects an immediate exploration without his permission but the person very, very slowly makes their way towards him. freezing in the air midst their jumping around because of their wifi occasionally till they stop to his face and start jumping crazily.

the secret language... a jump means happiness and you need to jump back.

what is the intentions of this normie.. idia narrows his eyes.

yuurname: hi! can I take something?

no. idia thinks blankly but then again it's rare to have someone come in and ask.

hercules666: k. what do u need?? don't take the mushrooms.

yuurname: I was gonna get the mushrooms but I dont wanna leave empty handed so can I have u instead

the team has been changed.

idia doesn't know whether to combust or cringe.

through online, technically that is where idia first met you. that was wayyy before the two of you found out that you were attending the same school and you were literally online friends (self-proclaimed or whatever idia said) with the shut in dorm leader of ignihyde. joking around and throwing around playful flirting!

idia never intended to friend you in the first place. in fact, he rejected the first friend request then the next ones. your record was sending him about ten requests one day but the daily average was only once a day. other than ortho, idia doesn't have another friend since his old friend pranked him all the time and couldn't even get the ingredients right... in. a. game.

(guess who haha)

since then you always joined him whenever you're on. neglecting your tasks to help him decorate his house, and somehow adding your own touch to some corners of the place. idia doesn't know why he gave you owner permissions to edit his house but he tries to deny that he doesn't like the cute silly little things.

plus you actually have a pet cat like him in the game!

hercules666: how come u started friending a random (idia) obsessively?? yandere behavior tbh

it was true. it was really random of you to start being intent on being his friend after like what? three minutes of being in his realm?

yuurname: Lol I thought ur realm was rlly pretty and u looked rich

you just downright admitted that you were out for his cash but idia can't bring himself to be angry. he fights away the growing flush on his face, no one had ever complimented his builds before!

there's a giddy feeling in idia's chest.

your character teleports to idia's house, and the man in question actually added a bed next to him after you totally did not blackmail him. trudging past your lovely cat, and idia's cat who somehow kept following the other.

despite standing still he can still see you run to him jumping until your avatar is standing in front of him.

you jump frantically in excitement, joy.

cute. idia thinks.

what? he slaps himself and wills his hair to stay blue.

this time he responds with a jump back. unlike the first time you met.

yuurname: also ur avatar looked like sum1 I thought looked cool irl

you may not know hercules666 is idia shroud but he knows you are... you. so hearing that,,, no matter how many times he tries to convince himself that many people have blue hair he can't deny the resemblance to his avatar and himself.

it's him. you think he's cool.

idia excuses himself to scream in his pillow.

idia, is too anxious to even think of meeting up with you in real life. (plus.. he just developed massive feelings overnight and he'll start malfunctioning if he's a radius within you) but what he does like is looking through the school camera during your classes to see your various moods, from anger, annoyance and sadness.

when it's sadness he wants to comfort you but doesn't exactly know how.

during the time he grew balls to tell you through in game chat. you replied casually; yuurname: oh ik that haha I knew u the whole time it was obvious lolol that's why I stayed :)

did you just tell him that idia is cool knowing full well he's idia?!

ㅤ

—ㅤmalleus draconia ・falls first but just as hard

love is like a fleeting feeling.

people come and go. malleus knows this fact very well, it's only both a curse and blessing that he's exempted from this. no matter how much he wishes, malleus can only witness the ups and downs of his life.

sure. human lives are fleeting but his love will always stay eternal. in a way throughout the years he's learned to let go of lives that are bound to go sooner of later. lilia had taught him it was better to be prepared anyways.

malleus never questioned how many loses it took for lilia to get used to it.

for some reason it's like he forgot how to let go this moment. like his child-like self just came back to cling on a life he can't steer away from death.

"tsunotaro what is your home like?" malleus knows that you're far from home, maybe you just want to reminisce about your loss. but he masks the concern on his face with ease.

malleus smiles in nostalgia. when was he last asked such a question? no person was ever too brave to strike a conversation. "it's beautiful. there is quite a variety of fae. perhaps you'd like to meet them one day?"

you look excited. "wow. very descriptive." you joke. clearly teasing him about the one word he described his home. though malleus doesn't look particularly bothered, instead. he smiles even more.

"why thank you. you always flatter me, child of man."

you deadpan. "totally."

technically in the canon game it's very clear malleus has taken a liking to mc and aside from malleus being blissfully ignorant towards jokes, he's quite lovable. you don't know how everyone else managed the heart to practically ignore his existence but.. he is quite scary so you don't partially blame them. (well this is a school for villians so)

what malleus likes about you is, well. of course the fact that you aren't scared of him. you're quite fascinating to him given how far he's managed to stick to you multiple times and there's no doubt he'll come swooping in to save you from wherever and be the one to care for you when no one bothers to.

to everyone it's like you're already clearly in love with each other because let's face it. who the hell wouldn't if they saw how you're both acting like a literal couple? malleus scares away someone when he's jealous but somehow you thought it was just dragon nature. (which it actually is but come on! he looks like he's willing to lock you up in a tower..)

crowley had granted you permission to leave on a special occasion for some reason.

so of course it came as a suprise. since... it's crowley.

to this day you wonder what the hell possessed him but eh... a break is a break and you're certainly not missing this chance. still, it's curious on why he even gave you one in the first place.. you were certain crowley was gonna work you to the bone.

though you're a little nervous when you took up malleus' offer to travel to briar valley, his home. full of fae who's ancestors probably died because of a human.

yes this is perfectly fine.

other than the wary glances. malleus and the rest of diasomnia that came were very kind to you, patient in explaining their culture (except for sebek but you deemed his derogatory speaking his love languange).

it was very fun. from meeting the little fairies, traversing through various shops, resting at the natural scenery. it was a really nice new experience for you. the food sure was a little strange but it tasted all the way better.

time passed by so fast when you were enjoying yourself and apparently malleus wanted you to meet someone.

but he should've told you that you were gonna meet the queen! if you knew you would've made the effort to look more organized!

"um.. hi."

so you feel kind of shy in front of such a prominent figure. you wave quietly at the beautiful lady who still maintains a certain grace at her golden age. she smiles lightly at your behavior, seemingly amused.

wait aren't you supposed to bow? you think awkwardly, bending forward to showcase your respect.

malleus is beside you, staying silent but quite happy at your interaction with his grandmother.

her voice sends shivers down your spine. it's quiet, yet so booming. she couldn't probably silence a whole room with a single word. "hello, it's not a common sight to see my grandson bringing someone in." she looks happy, bringing her eyes to malleus then to you again.

her eyes crinkle. "more or so a human.. how interesting hehe.." you sweatdrop. were all fae so..? mischievous. she seems not that alike with malleus save for their matching green, emerald eyes.

"what's your name. child of man?"

is this where he got it from?

"(name) your highness."

she looks pleasantly suprised. "oh. I knew you were the one my grandson always talked about.. you should see the letters he's written about you." what. you can't hide the awkward laugh you emit. then realizing you're in the presence of royalty and probably shouldn't be laughing.

you shut up a second later.

malleus doesn't look fazed at all. has he never experienced having his grandparents revealing embarrassing secrets because if you were him you'd crawl into a hole immediately.

calmly, she says; "you must really be dear to him."

"they are."

malleus doesn't even hesitate.

this time. he feels like clinging onto a life again, he'll be with you for as long as he can.

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One critique I have seen of the whole "Homura (or her double) is/becomes Walpurgisnacht" theory for WnK is that it's "too obvious and therefore won't happen". This is so funny to me because a certain degree of predictability is actually a sign of good writing--the best plot twists do not come randomly out of nowhere, they are heavily foreshadowed earlier in the work, even if this is only obvious in hindsight. Or, to quote one of my favorite pieces of writing advice ever from Kurt Vonnegut,

Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

In other words, as the story progresses, the number of possible routes dwindles, until only one path remains. The best endings not only make sense, they are inevitable.

From this perspective, the original Madoka Magica TV series is one of the most predictable shows I have ever watched, dropping exposition with remarkable precision and clarity at steady intervals. It's like watching a chess master at work, moving the characters from square to square until suddenly--CHECKMATE!

On my first viewing, I blinked when Mami demonstrates how a grief seed purifies a soul gem in Episode 2. "Wow, that looks just like a soul gem," I said to myself. "And it powers their magic, too? That can't possibly be a coincidence. Magical girls and witches are connected in a symbiotic relationship, but it's clearly meant to be a secret, so let's see where this goes." Later on, of course, the show makes a big deal of how Sayaka is refusing to purify her grief seed and the ominous but unnamed consequences that would come of it, and it was abundantly clear to me at that point that magical girls transformed into witches when they ran out of magic, several episodes before the actual reveal.

Likewise, when Madoka didn't immediately become a magical girl after hearing Kyubey's offer in episode 2, I took this to mean the show was actually about her journey to become a magical girl (and not being a magical girl, an important distinction), and she would only make her wish in the final episode after she was fully aware of the consequences. Sayaka's narrative role was to leap headlong into her wish, and show us exactly what the downsides were--through her failures, Madoka's hesitation would not only be justified, but that knowledge would inspire her to reform the clearly corrupt magical girl system entirely (an impression supported by Kyubey's speech by the fountain where he tells Madoka she has the power to become a god).

You might think that seeing these big plot twists coming would ruin my enjoyment, but quite the contrary--it was so refreshing to feel like I was on the same page as the author and that my careful attention to detail was rewarded. Paradoxically, it made me love the show even more precisely because I could see the twists before they happened--as if I was watching the show for the second or third time already. The best plot twists deepen the experience, allowing us to fully appreciate and savor them on subsequent viewings. It's why tragedies tell us in the beginning that the hero will die; the drama and suspense are not so much in what happens, but how and why.

I mention all of this not to try to impress people with how smart I am (when it comes to predictions about the future, past performance does not guarantee future success), merely to explain why I trust my instincts when it comes to this show, because they've served me so well before. Unless Gen Urobuchi and SHAFT have completely changed their approach with Walpurgis no Kaiten, I expect every single twist to be carefully foreshadowed in advance, just like previous installments--and therefore, inherently predictable, at least in theory. Whether we currently have all of the information and/or interpret it correctly are entirely different questions, of course.

Despite its reputation for obfuscation, I have found the original PMMM anime to be remarkably straightforward in its storytelling approach, and I hope that Walpurgis no Kaiten will be no different in this regard. Thus, I see no need to second-guess myself or to assume that the simplest approach is automatically off the table in favor of something more complicated.

That said, if you don't personally care for the idea that Homura and/or her double is Walpurgisnacht, or you are skeptical it will happen, that's fine. But "it's too predictable, therefore it can't happen" is not an argument I can take seriously given my own experiences.

#puella magi madoka magica #pmmm analysis #walpurgisnacht rising #walpurgis no kaiten #madoka magica

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nrdmssgs · 4 months

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😿Please-please dont leave Riot sad and desperate. I want a happy ending please. 😿

Ok, here's happy mischievous Riot for you, love!

Part 1 Masterlist Fluff

Summary: Christine 'Riot' Vega (belongs to @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot) has a little vacation and Nikolai and Olga 'Zhar' Samoilova show her St. Petersburg.

"Nik, for God’s sake, let go of the poor thing! Get yourself a child and pack them in a thousand layers of clothes!" Olga sighs impatiently, propping her back against the front door.

"I'm not torturing her - just making sure, my little ray of sunshine doesn't catch cold." Nikolai and Christine grin at each other, while he wraps a scarf around her, so that it covers half of her face. "Besides, sokrovishe moye*, you want me to switch to 'getting a kid' routine right now or you're willing to wait till the evening?"

If a gaze could burn through flesh - Nik would already be on fire. It seemed, that every TF Lieutenant, even a former one, got their very own signature death stare. But the overall mood in the room was still jolly, and Christines happy laughter was the best acknowledgement to it.

She was smiling widely ever since Olga calmed her down, Nikolai came back from a meeting and promised Riot, that he'll make his second in command take a day off and spend it with them. Even on the next morning, she looked like a little lantern, lighting up the surrounding space.

On their way to café, Riot planned and executed a full 'drop your friends into a snow pile' operation.

"Captain should have seen this - I could get a raise!" She laughed, while Olga fought her way back on the solid ground and Nikolai held her firmly, not letting her away.

"Stop fighting, feisty thing. Just relax and I'll lift you myself." Nikolai whispered, pressing Zhar closer and ignoring her fruitless attempts to escape.

"You rascal. A scoundrel. Bribed my friend to do that, didn't you?" Every Olgas next phrase was interrupted by a kiss until she gave up and kissed him back.

Riots grin radiated from under the scarf, when Nikolai lifted Zhar and finally let her go.

***

"You two look, like you're planning some world-class heist!" Christine checked, how her friends came out on a photo she took.

"I look like an absolute sweetheart," Nikolai leaned closer to Riot and took a peak at her smartphone "It's my love, who looks like a predator on a hunt every time, she reads the dessert card."

"Christine, how much would you miss this man if-"

"If you two went on a date this evening? I won't miss him at all. Nik? No, never heard of him. Won't miss this lucky bastard at all."

Olga raised her eyes to her friend and sighed. "I was going to ask your permission to strangle Nikolai alive, but... ok, date it is, I guess."

Nik tried to make some commentary about holding the strangling part till they are back home, but Zhars fingers clasped to his shoulder so strong - they became white.

"Ok-ok, before you kill the poor guy - tell me one thing!" Christine smiled enigmatically and tilted her head slightly. "There's one detail about you, nobody from the TF could describe to me. That being, how come you never talked to each other for years of working together before that notorious operation?"

Olga looked lost, as if she tried to form an answer, but couldn't find the right words. Nikolai on the contrary was relaxed and happy and went back to hugging her.

"Well, we actually talked. Twice even. It just never went that well." Zhar broke the silence.

"Whoa, you made jokes about each other? Or shared some memories from Russia? Or straight started a fight?" Riot had so many scenarios in her head, it was a pity, none of them were close to reality.

"No, I. Well, the first one was my bloop, to be honest. But she got me scared!" It was funny to hear, that anyone could frighten Nikolai, but he went on. "I stumbled upon her in the middle of the night, and she pointed the gun at me, little crazy thing! I was lost, so I... I congratulated her with the Chekist day. It was a first thing, that I remembered!"

"Wait, Chekist as the 'Cheka' soviet secret police?... That controlled the society and executed many innocents? Nik, I love you, but were you out of your mind?"

"He was, Christine." Olga nodded eagerly. "And I didn't point my gun at him - he walked on me in the armory, where I cleaned it! I even have a witness - Ghost was there!"

"Oh yes, I forgot, that I got not one, but two side eyes! Very nice of you, guys! Super-friendly, not intimidating at all!" Nikolai moved closer to Riot just in case.

Zhar squinted her eyes unkindly and took a sip of coffee, letting Nik continue his story.

"The second time was purely her fault. I did nothing wrong, I swear!" Nikolai tried to hide behind Riots shoulders, but it wasn't that easy, considering, how much taller he was, even when seated.

"My fault?!" Zhar made another sip and closed her eyes for a moment. "My best friend came back from the mission, we all went to the pub, where this happy face already was..." She glanced at Nikolai. "There, I learn, that Nik dropped my Kyle out of his copter! My friend could have died. It was only natural-"

"It was only natural for you to wait till I go out, pin me to the wall and threaten me?" Nikolai still tried to hide behind Riots chair.

"I explained, what will happen to you, if it ever happens again. And don't play on Christine's nerves as if you are not a full head taller than me. You could push me away at any moment."

"Na-a-a-ah, I bet somebody just got horny and froze to remember every single moment." Riot chuckled, looking back at Nik.

"Horny? Solnushko*, I got terrified! She reeked of beer - this little trouble could have done anything and I couldn't fight back!" Nikolai pouted.

"Just for the record: I reeked of beer because MacTavish couldn't keep his hands still, and his glass of beer ended up on my jeans."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't check, how wet your pants were every time we had an encounter. How ungentlemanly of me. The next time you decide to pin-"

"The next time, I'm taking a bloody rope. And a gag..." Olga stood up and disappeared into the depths of the café.

Riot bent and was now suffocating of laughter. Nikolai patted her back softly.

"There's no way, I can make you not tell this story to others, isn't it?" he asked, half predicting her answer.

Riot couldn't master a single word, so she just shook her head.

"Well, at least, looks like I'll have the best date ever thanks to you." He took the menu. "Now, how about we pick you something sweet? This chocolate Ferrero cake looks nice, mm?"

sokrovishe moye - my treasure

Solnushko - sunshine

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I got a request for you if you want to write it? A Marilyn/Laurel x fem student reader. How about a reader who is a rare almost extinct kind of of outcast (like a fae maybe? Or whatever you choose) so reader's parents have paired her with another one of her kind but she's not attracted to boys so she's really unhappy but she feels trapped with her parents expectations. Marilyn notices how miserable reader is and asks why she's even with him and reader breaks down crying and explains the whole situation in Marilyn's arms.

Later on the reader and her boyfriend are at the Rave'n dance and she's reluctant to dance but she keeps looking at Marilyn who can't stop looking at her. The boyfriend tries to kiss reader but the reader won't let him and breaks up with him. He gets mad and grabs her but Marilyn comes in takes reader away. They go to Marilyn's rooms and reader kisses Marilyn and they confess each other feelings. You can decide if they have sex here, if they do its reader's first time. But Marilyn notices the bruises on reader's arms from her ex and it angers Marilyn. So she ends up killing him.

When news of reader's ex death reaches her parents they send a letter saying they're taking her out of Nevermore. Crying reader tells Marilyn, begging her to take her away from there or to hide her. Marilyn decides to forgo her plans for Nevermore and run away with reader.

Thank you so much! Love your writing!

Yessss here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes. This request was awesome!!! :))))))

The life you deserve

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut (mostly implied), fluff, hurt & comfort, maybe a bit dark, mentions of murder, toxic relationship, maybe a bit sad at first

Word count: 6,167

Summary: You aren’t happy. Your parents forced you to be with that disgusting guy. You couldn’t take it anymore. You need her, the woman you loved.

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Get out of here, let's go,” Marilyn said amused. A lot of chairs creaked and you together with all your classmates got up to leave the class. It was the last one you had that day, and everyone was in too much of a hurry.

You wanted to run to your room. Not because you didn't like botany, in fact, you loved it, but you didn't want to stay around your boyfriend too long.

“(Y/N), wait a minute, I want to talk to you,” your teacher said. You stopped and closed your eyes.

You were aware that you weren't too attentive lately. You were a fairy, the last one left according to your mother. Your parents seemed to suffer from the immediate extinction of your species and that's why they sent you to Nevermore. They didn't care if you learned something, if you’ll have a good life. They had other things on their minds.

“Is something wrong, Miss Thornhill?” You asked with a somewhat fearful voice.

You couldn't help but blush when you were alone with her. She was your favorite teacher, there was no one like her. Maybe you were just telling yourself that it was pure admiration, that it was nothing else. You were only fooling yourself. Since you met her you felt a knot in your stomach every time you saw her.

“Oh, no, don't worry, I just want to talk to you about your work about wild flowers,” she said smiling, looking comically through a pile of papers.

“I... I haven't been sleeping well lately, I know, I know I could have done much better but...” You said, trembling. You weren't well, you hadn't been well for a long time and you thought your grades were suffering.

The redhead looked at you with a frown and a strange smile, shaking her head.

“On the contrary, (Y/N), I was just going to tell you that it is a magnificent work. It’s the best of the class, without a doubt,” she told you, putting a hand on your shoulder. Your lip trembled, though it wasn't what you expected to hear. “Your knowledge of wild flora is impressive…”

You shook your head, calming down a bit.

Of course It was impressive. You were a fairy. You knew all the living beings of nature, you communicated with them. Marilyn seemed to be looking at your work with admiration, which made you blush a little.

You sighed in relief, too exaggeratedly. Marilyn noticed and frowned again, looking at you with some concern.

“Hey, honey, are you alright? You don't look very good,” she said to you, making the stupid gesture of caressing your cheek.

Her hand was warm on your face, but that sudden compassion only served to bring tears to your eyes.

“I… I…”

“(Y/N), where have you been? I've been waiting for you for a while,” a boy leaning out the door said. It was Roland, your boyfriend.

You lowered your head and nodded, glancing sideways at the redhead.

“It was my fault,” Marilyn said, pointing to herself playfully. Her smile faded from her face as she looked at you again.

You were shaking. You didn't want to go with him. You wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

You should have imagined that your parents didn't change your school by chance. Roland Wright was a fairy too, though a more mediocre one. You can't say that your parents wanted you to be happy. You had to be with him, they forced you to be with him.

You would have to marry him, have children… Perpetuate the species. To think about it terrified you. What your parents didn't count on is that you had no interest in boys. You liked girls since you were just a child. You told your parents, but they ignored it, they only care about your species, not you, or your feelings.

“Well, okay, let's go, (Y/N),” your boyfriend told you, fixing his eyes on you in a slightly threatening way. Of course he wasn't even a nice guy, he was possessive and made you feel deeply uncomfortable.

You sighed again, nodding, and walked slowly to the door.

“Wait, (Y/N),” Marilyn said, looking seriously at Roland. “Sorry, Wright, you'll have to wait a bit, we're not done yet.”

The boy's eyes darkened. He could have absolute control over you, but not over a teacher. Somehow that made you feel good. Nodding, not taking his eyes off of you, he left the conservatory.

“(Y/N),” The redhead said, crossing your arms. “Do you want to tell me something?”

It wasn't a casual question. She knew perfectly well what she was asking you. It was not something that was overlooked among the teachers, they all asked you those kinds of questions, but when you lied to them they left you alone. You had the feeling that it wouldn't be so easy with her, especially because you really loved her, you were crazy about her. You couldn't lie to her. Denying the love you felt for her was just a defense not to collapse.

“No…” You said, averting your gaze. Marilyn grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you so you were looking into her eyes.

“You are not okay. And I don't know why, but I think it has something to do with that boy,” she said, without being wrong.

You began to feel bad, causing a small flower that was on the desk to begin to wither. You shook your head as the tears began to trickle down your cheeks. You couldn't take it anymore.

“I don't love him,” you sobbed, breathing fast, feeling very nervous. Marilyn looked at you compassionately.

“Then why are you with him? You're worrying me, (Y/N),” she told you, rubbing your arm.

You completely collapsed, burying her face in her shoulder. She was still for a moment, but, doubting, she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close to her, lovingly.

“Calm down, honey... Talk to me, tell me what's going on. I just want to help you, (Y/N),” she whispered to you while she caressed you. You cried inconsolably, wetting her clothes with your tears. You felt so bad, but at the same time so good in her arms. You trusted her, you were her favorite student, she told you many times. Of course you never told her that she was your favorite teacher.

She moved away a bit and guided you to sit on a stool. The redhead reached down and wiped your tears, looking at you with pity.

“They… They don't understand…” You said, sobbing and hiccuping. Marilyn brushed your hair out of your face and raised her eyebrows.

“Who are they, honey?” She asked softly.

“My… My parents…” You said, trying to calm down to be able to explain better. She nodded for you to continue. “Fairies are becoming extinct and my parents want me to marry him to perpetuate the species.”

“That's horrible, (Y/N),” she sighed, wiping away more tears.

“I don’t want to. I don't care if I go extinct. He's mean, he doesn't treat me right and I don't even… I don't even…”

You stopped before rushing. You didn't believe in prejudice, but you still didn't know if it was a good idea to tell her about your preferences. It was the first time you told someone about your parents' absurd plan, and her caresses and her soft voice were making you feel much better.

“Not even…?” She asked.

Your legs began to shake. You wanted to tell her, but you didn't think you could. If by any chance that information reached your parents again, they would surely get you out of Nevermore, and they would call that doctor they threatened you with when you confessed. But you trusted her.

“I don't even like boys…” You whispered, in the lowest possible tone of voice.

Marilyn smiled, seemingly unimportant.

“Listen to me, (Y/N),”she told you, grabbing your hand and caressing it affectionately. That made your heart pound. “No one has the right to decide for you. You are free to do what you want, to be with who you want. They have no right to force you, you don't have to listen to them. Do you hear me?”

“I don’t have any other option. If I refuse, they will lock me up and force me to…” You couldn't continue, you broke down crying again.

Marilyn pulled you up and pulled you back into her arms.

“Shh… Don't cry, I'm here with you…” She whispered, rocking gently. “(Y/N), don't let them end your life, you have to be happy. You are a wonderful girl and I am sure that you will find a girl with whom you can be happy and forget about your parents.”

“I don't think so, no one pays attention to me. I'm Roland's girlfriend…” You said against her chest. She pushed you away and cupped your face in her hands, staring at you.

“That's not true, honey,” she told you, with a broken voice, you didn't know why. “If… If you weren't my student I will… I…”

You didn't understand those words. You didn't think they were possible. An illusion filled your soul. That little withered flower shone again with all its colors. You didn't know the intent behind those words, but Marilyn moved closer to you, closing her eyes.

You expected the impossible, you expected a kiss from her lips. You were devastated, depressed, but maybe a kiss would make you happy, just one. It never came. Marilyn sighed and moved away a bit, leaving you wondering, with an even more horrible regret than the one you already had.

“I… Well, I… You have to forgive me, but I have things to do,” she said, letting go of you and moving painfully away from you. “Now go, darling, and think about what I told you, please. Don't throw your life away.”

You nodded, deeply disappointed. Maybe you would have imagined it. The bright flower on the table told you that you don’t. She was going to kiss you, you were convinced.

Even so, her advice could not be fulfilled. The toxic Roland was always after you, forcing you to spend time with him. He hadn't even kissed you, you had always tried to avoid that moment, but the Rave'n dance was on Saturday and you were terribly afraid of what might happen.

With sadness you put on the white dress that your mother had bought you. She told you that you would look like a bride to him, that it would serve as a precedent for what would happen when the school year ended.

“Wow, (Y/N), you're hot,” your roommate told you, giving you an affectionate slap on your butt. You wanted to smile, but you couldn't. The Rave'n dance was a special occasion for everyone at Nevermore, the best night of the year. For you it was nothing like that, it was a passage to hell, a prelude to what your life would be like as a housewife, as a mother of five little fairies. You would be a wretch, a bitter one. You weren't even sure how long you could last with that boy, how violent he could get. It scared you, he scared you.

You would be a housewife who puts on makeup to cover her bruises, who would smile among her children, pretending that you are the happiest woman in the world. It was too much for a teenager like you, it was so unfair that you were sure no one could take it. You wouldn't, you were convinced.

He was waiting for you outside your room. Dressed in a ridiculous white suit, with a bow tie. He wasn't even handsome, although you couldn't be objective, you hated him, you hated him to death.

“You look very pretty, (Y/N), although I don't like seeing your cleavage at all, wait a minute.”

Pretending to be chivalrous, he took off his jacket, pulling it over your shoulders, covering what little bare skin your dress exposed. You sighed, you wanted to cry, to scream, but you didn't, you were afraid.

“(Y/N), I'm so glad to see you,” Marilyn said, while received the students at the ballroom door. She obviously ignored your partner. She looked you up and down and raised her eyebrows. “Are you cold?” She asked.

Your boyfriend's look told you that you shouldn't say no, but you waere in front of her, she was much more important. You shook your head, looking sad.

“Why are you wearing that hideous jacket over you?” She asked, taking off your boyfriend's jacket and handing it back to him with contempt. “Much better, you wear a beautiful dress.”

“Tha, thank you Ms. Thornhill,” you said, noticing how Roland started to pull at you, dragging you into the room.

The dance was not bad at first. You were able to escape from your boyfriend for a while, hanging out with your friends and enjoying music and drinks.

You even managed to forget about Roland. You were looking for the redhead. There she was, standing, talking to Principal Weems. She might be talking to her, but her eyes were always on you, as if she was watching you.

You smiled at her, she smiled back. You were so in love and you saw it so possible at that moment that your heart ached even more.

“Come, let's dance,” your boyfriend said, pulling you unpleasantly. You protested, but you let yourself be dragged, you didn't want problems.

You've never felt so uncomfortable, pretending to dance with that horrible boy. You had to fake a smile. His parents were friends of yours, if you did something bad against him, they would find out and you would wish you were never born.

The worst moment came right after. Roland moved closer to you, clearly intending to kiss you. You didn't want to be submissive. That attempted kiss with Marilyn made you gain some faith in yourself, some confidence. You pulled away when he went to kiss you. He glared at you and pulled you against his body, forcing you to kiss him.

You kicked, moved in every way you could, keeping his lips from touching yours. You screamed in pain as you felt a painful grip on your wrists.

“What the hell are you doing? Kiss me once and for all, (Y/N), you can't help it, you're mine!” He turned you around. No one seemed to notice the problem you were having. You felt alone, unprotected, while you put your hands on his face as best you could, pulling his away from yours.

“Stop resisting!” He yelled, hurting your wrists even more. You didn't think, you just wriggled out of his tight grip and slapped him hard across the face.

He glared at you, with real hatred, placing a hand on her wounded cheek.

“You're going to regret what you've done,” he told you, extending his hand towards you. Luckily he didn't manage to reach you.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Marilyn told you, putting herself between you and the boy. You were nervous, attacked, terrified. That slap was going to cost you dearly. “Come with me, let's go, honey,” she said, taking you by the shoulder and guiding you out of that horrible scene.

The corridors were deserted, only your footsteps and your sobs could be heard. You didn't know where she was taking you, but you let yourself to be guided. She had saved you from something horrible. She was right, she protected you, you were safe with her. You were going to die of love and impotence.

“Come in, honey,” she told you, opening the door of what seemed to be her room. It definitely was, it was full of flowers.

When you entered, she followed you and closed the door behind you, staring at you, holding out her arms. You took the hint and rushed at them immediately, crying again, heartbroken, devastated.

“I... He was going to kiss me... I, I didn't want to and I... I hit him...” You sobbed, grabbing the fabric of her dress. She sighed and put her head against yours, holding you tight against her.

“I know, I've seen it all,” she whispered, helping you sit up on the bed. She sat next to you, not knowing quite what to say.

“I can't take it anymore Marilyn…” You cried, putting your head in your hands. “I can’t stand it…”

“Shhh, honey, it's over, it's over now, he can't hurt you here,” she told you, placing a hand on your back.

“I don’t want this. I don't deserve this.” You sobbed, leaning into her. “Please, help me…”

It was an empty plea. She couldn't do anything, just hold you and take care of you.

“Sweetheart, please. It hurts me to see you cry, to see you suffer,” she said, caressing your cheek.

“I feel that I am wasting away, Marilyn, that I am dying. I don't know what will become of me when I finish the school year. I, I don't want to live like this...”

“No, don’t say that. Please, you have to calm down,” she told you, very worried about your words. You remained still and silent.

You were so desperate that you decided to make one last freedom move, probably the last one you could ever make in your life. You turned a little to face her. Your eyes were red from crying, but your hands moved decisively, grasping hers. She didn't move, she just looked at you curiously when you got closer to delicately place your lips on hers.

It lasted only a moment, but it was the best of your life. You had nothing to lose, you were already lost. Nothing in your life could go worse. You had to risk it, finish what she started in the conservatory that afternoon.

You pulled away and opened your eyes, to see a confused but calm Marilyn. Her eyes twitched involuntarily, probably thinking about what had just happened.

“(Y/N)…” She sighed. Her voice wasn't annoying, it was soft, but doubtful.

“Sorry, I had to. My life will stop making sense soon and I didn't want to lose my will before doing that,” you commented, being totally honest.

“(Y/N), you…? Do you feel something for me?” She asked getting a little closer, now she was the one caressing your hands.

Resigned, you agreed. You wiped away your tears and were ready for the "you're too young, you're my student, it's wrong, we shouldn't, we can't" speech.

Those words did not come out of her mouth. Marilyn looked at you and raised her hand to your cheek, caressing it as she leaned in to kiss you again. It was a tender, soft, slow kiss. You opened your eyes, you couldn't believe it.

You pulled away after a few minutes, after enjoying those lips. You looked at her pleadingly, you wanted to sink into her kisses, you wanted to lose yourself in them and never return to the real world.

“My love... I never thought I could do this...” She whispered, kissing you again, caressing you vigorously, running her hands over your soft skin. “I like you a lot, (Y / N), I'm madly in love with you,” she confessed.

You opened her eyes and hugged her again, crying, this time with joy.

“Me too, Marilyn... I love you...” You sobbed in her arms, kissing her neck, her cheeks, everything you found in your way.

“We can't let them find out, darling. We have to be careful,” she told you, smiling tenderly, stopping your messy kisses.

You soon realized something important. Something that made you sink again. It's not that society or Nevermore’s own rules prevented you from having a relationship with her. It went beyond those banalities. You couldn't escape the fate your parents had in store for you. It was impossible to run away, you were doomed.

You only had that night, that night to enjoy the love of your life, a reciprocated, forbidden love. A love that would never be possible. You only had that night, you didn't want to lose it, you had to take advantage of it and you were very clear about how you wanted to do it.

You moved away from her kisses for a moment and stood up, finally stopping crying, adopting a safe and confident attitude. You were convinced of what you wanted. You slowly brought your hand to the zipper of your dress, pulling it down slowly. Marilyn gaped at you, shaking her head.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” She asked, smiling.

“Please. I just want to love you before my life becomes hell,” you said pleadingly, letting your dress fall to the floor. You weren't wearing a bra and your cheeks turned red exposing your half-naked body in front of her.

“Sweetie, no, it's not necessary, I don't want…”

“Please,” you sobbed, moving closer to her, bringing her hand to your chest. Another tear fell down your cheek. “I won't get another chance...”

“Honey, I…” She whispered, unable to avoid looking at you almost adoringly.

“I don't want him to be the first, I want to be you, I want it to be with someone who truly loves me. I don't want to throw my life away without knowing what it feels like, I beg you, Marilyn, make love to me...”

She didn't say anything, she just shook her head before you kissed her again, sitting on her lap. You really wanted it, you wanted to feel loved, desired. It couldn't be with anyone else. And it had to be that night. There would never be another chance.

The redhead seemed hesitant at first, not returning your kisses safely, but she soon hugged your bare back and lay down on the bed while she passionately kissed you, caressing your body.

“My love, you're so beautiful…” She whispered, letting herself be carried away by your desperate kisses, touching every inch of your skin with her hands.

Little by little you began to feel a warmth that you never felt. The desire invaded you completely, there was no room for compassion, only for love, a sincere and hungry love.

Her caresses were soft, delicate, she enjoyed your hands, your back, your breasts. She treated you so well that she made you feel in heaven. She was patient, she was slow, she enjoyed all your gasps, all your little moans that you made when her hand reached between your legs.

“Are you sure, my love?” She whispered to you, on top of you, with her fingers touching your moisture, about to become your first, about to become an unforgettable woman for you.

You nodded desperately and ignored the little sting you felt when her fingers finally entered you. It was ephemeral, not as uncomfortable as your companions said. For you it was special, it was the best feeling you had ever had. Even the little plants in the room seemed to enjoy around you. You were so happy that you didn't even think about the pain in your wrists. You only thought of her, you only felt her.

You screamed, forcing Marilyn to kiss you to shut you up. Some unknown cramps for you began to cause soft convulsions in your hips. You were on the cusp of pleasure and happiness. She was so good, so delicate, and she made you feel things you didn't think possible.

You couldn't talk when she undressed. For you she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her entire body was divine, enviable by any goddess. You didn't know what to do, you were ashamed of your zero experience. She didn't care. She was your guide, she told you where you had to touch her, how you had to do it, how you had to kiss each part of her body. You thought it wasn't possible, but you felt even better than being the one loving her.

You were sweating, you were exhausted, hugging your lover under the sheets, naked, breathing hard, feeling an endless love.

You rested on her chest while she protected you with her arms. Marilyn was much more than the woman of your life. Marilyn was everything. Away from her, life ended for you.

Gently her caresses passed through your arms. She didn't say anything, she was silent, looking at the wall of her room. You didn't know what she was thinking, but you didn't care.

When her hand passed over your wrist, you pushed it away, hissing in pain. She looked up at you, frowning, and grabbed it carefully trying to figure out why she had hurt you.

You immediately wriggled out of her grasp. It wasn't a night for compassion, you didn't want to feel miserable. She was more abrupt, grabbing your arm again and pulling it closer without you being able to stop it.

“My God…” She whispered, scared when she saw the bruises that Roland had given you hours ago. “(Y/N), has he done this to you?” You didn't want to answer, you just took her hand away and hid it in the sheets. “Answer me!” She yelled angrily. Her eyes were dark, filled with rage. You ended up nodding, burying yourself in her chest and shedding more tears on her bare skin.

“It's over, (Y/N). This is going to end,” she said, without looking at you, pressing you against her chest. You felt safe in her arms, you didn't even think about her words. “I cannot allow this, (Y/N). He will pay for what he has done, I promise you my girl, I promise you.”

The next day you saw things differently. You didn't come out of your room. You were happy, but you didn't want to meet Roland, you even turned off your phone. You didn't want to think about anything except last night, your first time, your first time with the woman you loved.

You couldn't tell it to your Nevermore friends, but you could tell it to other types of colleagues.

You went to the forest, feeling calm, relaxed. You lay down on the cool grass, waiting for the little animals that lived there to come over to see you. You fairies had lost many abilities over the generations, but fortunately you hadn't lost your connection to nature.

You spent hours wandering with squirrels and deer. Talking about your love came true. You didn't count your misfortunes for once, for once you were happy, even if it was a fleeting feeling, which had limited time.

When you wanted to realize it, the sun was already behind the mountains, disappearing little by little.

“Shit, I have to go now,” you said, getting up from the ground and saying goodbye to your peculiar friends.

You almost jumped back to the grounds of Nevermore. You felt so happy that you forgot a piece of advice your grandmother gave you: "Danger lurks around every corner."

“Hello, (Y/N),” a voice behind you said. You knew that voice. Roland. Your legs began to shake and you slowly turned around.

“Ro, Roland…” You stammered, taking small steps back.

“Do you think you could avoid me forever, (Y/N)? I told you that you would regret what you have done,” he told you threateningly, approaching you.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled, steeling yourself. “No, I don't want to continue with you. I don't love you, I hate you!”

His eyes flashed with fury as he lunged at you, grabbing the collar of your shirt tight. You wanted to scream, ask for help, but you were paralyzed by fear.

“You're stupid,” he hissed, lifting you off the ground. “I don't care if you don't love me. You're mine, that's how our parents agreed. If you don't accept for good, it will be for bad.”

You spat in disgust in his face, making him boil with rage.

“Very well, the hard way then,” he said, raising his fist at you. You closed your eyes waiting for the painful impact. It never arrived.

A roar from the forest sounded very close to you. A monstrous creature, resembling a shadow, lunged at Roland, knocking him to the ground and making you fall as well.

You couldn't see that monster clearly, but you could see what it was doing. Roland screamed in terror as that monster clawed hard at him, tearing into his chest. The enraged creature tore the boy apart, turning him into a bloody, limp body. Roland was no longer screaming, he was not moving. He was dead.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, staring in horror at that scene. The creature turned, staring at you. It was your turn, you were sure.

“Roland?” You asked, knowing it was impossible for the boy to answer.

Everything happened very quickly, but immediately a great relief ran through your body. Roland was gone, he was gone forever. He wouldn't bother you anymore. You shouldn't have felt good, but you did, you didn't even think about those scary eyes staring back at you. If you were going to die, you were glad you saw that idiot die first.

The monster approached you. It seemed as if it wanted to appear calm. You swallowed when you could feel its breath on your face.

“What are you?” You asked, after noticing that it didn't want to hurt you. You could communicate with all the creatures, feel their thoughts. You couldn't with that. It was a creature of evil, and your kind nature did not allow you to understand it.

The creature roared softly before giving you a hard lick across the face. You closed your eyes and couldn't help but smile at that unexpected display of affection. Then it waved at you, looking like it was pointing its claws at the Nevermore building.

“What do you want?” You asked. The monster seemed nervous, but it pointed at you, and back at the building. “Do you want me to come back to Nevermore?” Its profuse nod showed you that it was precisely what it wanted.

You looked for the last time at the mangled body of your boyfriend and you ran away from the place.

The entire school was shocked by Roland's murder. You shut up, you didn't say anything. That hideous creature did you a favor, it did a good thing for you. You were nervous and had a hard time getting that image out of your head, but being with Marilyn again made you stop feeling guilty. She smiled at you and for the first time you were able to return the smile without pretending. You had gotten rid of your misfortune, now you believed that a future with her was possible.

“(Y/N),” Weems said, peeking through the conservatory door, where you were spending the afternoon with your beloved redhead. You looked at her and nodded. You weren't stupid enough to give clues to your relationship, no one suspected it. “Here, this letter from your parents has arrived,” she said approaching you and handing you an envelope.

“Thank you,” you said, looking at the letter curiously.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Larissa asked, with a concerned tone.

“No, why?” You asked, opening the envelope. You should have imagined it.

“Well, because you suffered a terrible loss two days ago. I don't want to pressure you but if you need to talk to someone I remind you that you can go see…”

“Dr. Kinbott, I know,” you said, reading the contents of that letter, horrified. Larissa sighed and looked at Marilyn.

“Please, Marilyn, take care of her… I think she's not well,” she whispered before leaving. The redhead nodded, closing the door.

Everyone was looking at you weird. Your boyfriend had been brutally murdered and you didn't seem to care. You were in an even better mood, until you read that letter.

You shook your head, feeling tears in your eyes again.

“No, no, no, no…” You said to yourself. “No! Fuck!” You yelled. Marilyn's eyes widened in fright and she grabbed your hands to calm you down.

“Calm down, (Y/N), tell me what's going on,” she told you softly. You were nervous and furious, you weren't even able to say anything. You simply limited yourself to giving the letter to the redhead, which she read carefully.

“Oh, my God…” She whispered, frowning.

Just when you thought you would never be sad again, your parents would arrive with that horrible letter. The next day they would go to Nevermore, to pick you up. With Roland's death, it no longer made sense to them for you to remain there. You were devastated, depression returned to your heart.

You spent crying in her arms all afternoon.

You couldn't believe how much your parents despised you. First they force you to go to Nevermore, to be that horrible guy's girlfriend. Now they want to get you out of there, from the only place where you could be happy at that time. They wanted to get you away from her, far away from her. And you couldn't do anything.

You cried in your bed, looking at the moon through the window, knowing that it was the last night you would spend there. There was no Marilyn, she told you that with all the pain in her heart, she could not grant you the send-off you deserved. You were so devastated that even hiding in the woods seemed like a better idea.

The familiar creak of the door interrupted your dark thoughts. You couldn't see who was coming into your room. You could only distinguish a shadow that was approaching your roommate with something in its hand.

Your friend woke up and looked at that strange figure, who grabbed her pajamas, moving a hand to her neck.

“What the…?” She asked, falling on the bed immediately after. You got up and turned on the light on your bedside table. What you saw left you stunned.

Marilyn, your lover, wearing gloves and a black coat, was there, together with your roommate, who seemed to be sleeping soundly. The redhead turned to you and smiled at you.

“(Y/N), my love, get up, we have to go now,” she told you, kissing you briefly on the lips. You shook your head. Of course you didn't understand anything.

“What?” You said hoarsely. “What happened to Gina?”

“Shh, lower your voice. Your friend is fine, honey, I just put her to sleep,” she said, sitting on the bed.

“I, I don't understand anything… What are you doing here?” You asked, blinking rapidly in case it was a dream, a very strange one.

“Dear. I have been thinking and I have decided that I am not going to allow you to return to your parents,” she said, caressing you in that sweet way that only she was capable of.

“But…”

“Shh… Let me explain it to you, please,” she told you, putting a finger on your lips. “I have not been the person you think, my love. I came here to close a horrible chapter in my past. I was thinking of doing something terrible, (Y/N),” she explained to you, you nodded, incredulous.

“Something terrible?”

“I thought that it could be the solution, that it would give me peace. Everything changed when I met you, (Y/N). You have upset all my plans, you have made me forget all my bad thoughts. I can't give you much, but I can help you to be happy, to be happy, you and me. (Y/N), do you want to come with me? Do you want to get out of here and live a life together?”

You didn't think about the horrible things she mentioned. You only had that proposition in your head. You would have to leave your friends, your studies, although not forever. Your whole life would change, but you would be away from your parents, you would be with her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you said repeatedly, kissing her messily. “Please, Marilyn, get me out of here.”

She stopped you and smiled, before passionately kissing you again. Your roommate made a strange noise and the redhead looked at you, this time with a bit of fear.

“Hurry up, honey, pack everything you need. We're leaving right now.”

You didn't know where you were going, but you did know you wanted to. You quickly put everything you needed in two suitcases and left the room.

Marilyn was driving her little beetle out of Jericho. You looked at her with illusion, while you caressed her hand that she had free. You were going to live the life you wanted, you couldn't believe it.

“I'm so happy, Marilyn. I can't believe what we're doing. It's like a dream come true.”

“Believe it, my love. I'm going to make you the happiest girl in the world.”

You smiled and leaned carefully on her shoulder. You breathed easy for the first time in your life.

“By the way, (Y/N)…” The redhead sighed, looking at you briefly. “Laurel. My real name is Laurel.”

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Living As Foes (6/11) [Eddie Munson/Reader]

Summary: It only takes you one week to realize Eddie Munson hates you. It only takes you one year to fall in love with him. Go figure.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: Based on a prompt I received: "ok random idea because eddie seems like a bug flirt but when he has a legit crush hes hopeless so reader is so confused because eddie flirts with everyone except her"

Thank you to everyone for your patience. I've been so exhausted lately. But please know I haven't abandoned this or any of my fics. Also, this is now a fix-it fic. Because I have to.

July-August 1985:

Billy sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "Damn, Colleen makes good fries. What's her secret?"

"Can't tell you," you joked, waggling your eyebrows at him. "Colleen would kill me."

"Oh, c'mon," Stacy argued, shooting Billy a conspiratorial look. "You can tell us. We won't tell a soul you blabbed. It’ll just stay right here between the three of us."

Billy stretched, letting his arm rest along the back of the diner booth. You caught the thrilled look on Stacy's face when she realized Billy practically had his arm around her.

You shot her a pointed look, moving to stand up. "Let me get some more fries," you said, walking away from the table, hoping Stacy would get the hint.

You asked Bobby for another plate of fries, purposefully taking your time at the counter, as you watched Stacy nervously ask Billy a question. When you saw her face light up, you knew it was safe enough to approach the table again.

"Good news?" You asked before you sat the plate of fries down in front of Billy.

"Billy and I are going to that whole Fourth of July celebration the town is putting on. Together," she clarified with a delighted grin.

"Yeah," Billy drawled, picking up a fry, a smile forming on his face. "Guess there's something to look forward to in this shitty town after all."

"Hear, hear," Stacy said, holding up a fry. She wriggled it pointedly at you and Billy before you both got the hint, picking up your own fries and touching them to Stacy's in a mock-toast. "There you go," Stacy cheered, shooting you and Billy pleased looks.

You met Billy's eyes across the table, both of you sharing amused looks, before you started laughing.

You were still laughing when Eddie walked into the diner. You instinctively met his gaze, noticing Eddie's eyes going wide when he spotted you. He was quick to slide into the booth closest to the front door before flagging down another waitress.

"Y/N," Stacy called, getting your attention. "What's got you all bummed out?"

You quickly tore your attention away from Eddie and did your best to concentrate on your friends. "Nothing," you lied. "Absolutely nothing."

Stacy didn't look convinced, but then Billy said something, and you were laughing to cover the fact that you were trying and failing to ignore Eddie Munson. You watched Stacy and Billy interact, your responses few and far between, as you noticed Eddie place an order. When his pancakes came, he ate them, sullenly staring off into the distance.

"You think he's standing me up?" Stacy asked, a frown set on her face. She took a sip of the glass of water you had forced her to take before setting it down on the coffee table. "I mean, he's supposed to be here. Where is he? I haven't even heard from him in days. Maybe he's blowing me off."

"He wouldn't," you promised Stacy, not sure if you were telling the truth. You knew Billy's reputation. He was a ladies' man. He dated around and never stuck with one girl for very long. But you didn't want that for your friend and you certainly didn't expect it from Billy this time. He had seemed so genuine when he was with Stacy. It couldn't have all been an act.

But all the evidence was beginning to point to the contrary. Stacy had come over so you could help her get ready for her date. Your father was working late, so it was just you and Stacy in the house. Stacy was all dressed and ready to go, the clock ticking away the minutes and then hours past the time Billy was supposed to be at your house to pick her up.

Now, the both of you were sitting in your living room, Stacy listlessly flipping channels, barely taking the time to see what was airing before moving on to the next show. You were absentmindedly tracing your fingers along the pattern on the arm of the couch, silently willing Billy to show up with a plausible explanation.

"Holy shit," you heard Stacy exclaim, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You sent her a questioning look. "What? What's wrong?"

"The fucking mall burned down," she said, drawing your attention to the TV.

You immediately worried for Steve and anyone else who might have been in the mall when it burned down. "Oh, fuck," you breathed, hastily moving to stand, too restless from worry to continue sitting. "How the hell did that happen?"

There was a twisting dread in your gut that told you Billy's late arrival somehow had something to do with the tragedy at the mall. Maybe there was traffic, you tried to tell yourself. Maybe he just simply couldn't make it to your house, but he was trying. Maybe, maybe, maybe, you tried over and over as the night wore on and there was no sign of Billy.

As dawn slowly crept across the horizon and Stacy slept fitfully on the couch, you wished more than anything for an answer. Anything that would explain what the hell was happening. Anything that would somehow make all of it okay.

You never got your answer, but the news broke later that day about Billy and Chief Hopper and how they were both unfortunate casualties at Starcourt the night of the fire.

You did your best to be there for Stacy. She was nearly inconsolable about Billy. She blamed herself, saying maybe she could have done something that night to prevent him from being at the mall. It didn't matter what you told her or how many times you assured her it couldn't be her fault, she was stuck in a pit of grief she couldn't yet escape.

A week after Billy's death, you were keeping an eye on Stacy while you worked your shift at Colleen's. You weren't really sure what to do for your friend, but you knew that if she missed Billy as fiercely as you did, then there wasn't really anything you could do.

You dropped off a piece of pie for Stacy on your break, taking a moment to check in with her. You both sat there in silence, not sure what to really say to the other. Apologies were useless and talking about it wouldn't help. Not in public. Not where you couldn't cry or console each other without an audience.

You were just about to get up to get back to work when the door opened. You automatically looked up, foolishly hoping to see Billy, but not surprised at all to see it was Eddie.

He was starting to become a bit of a regular at Colleen's. While you never really knew exactly when he would show up, it was becoming less of a surprise every time. He was starting to come in every weekend, alternating days and times. He would sit in the same booth, order one thing, before proceeding to glance around the diner like he had never been in one before. He would then sullenly eat his food before paying his bill, making sure to leave a generous tip, before leaving.

You figured he would show up some point during the weekend and continue with his usual routine, but he deviated by strolling towards the table you shared with Stacy.

He briefly met your eyes before he stopped beside the table. He looked down at Stacy, unfazed by her bewildered look. "I'm sorry about Billy," he said, ducking his head for a moment. "I know you two were close.” When Stacy didn't say anything, Eddie uneasily knocked his knuckles on the table before nodding his head. "Yeah...," he trailed off, not bothering to look at you, before he walked over to his usual booth.

"Well..." Stacy started, managing to take a bite of pie. "That was weird."

"Yeah," you sighed, suddenly weary. With Billy dying, you were feeling more than a little done with the ridiculous dance you were trapped in with Eddie. Did he hate you? Did he tolerate you? You had no fucking clue, but you were starting to think it was useless having a hopeless crush on him. He probably barely even knew you were alive.

As time dragged on and slowly crawled into August, Stacy started to resurface from her grief. She started smiling more and talking to you instead of staring off into the distance. You would have stuck by Stacy no matter what, but you couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit relieved when the fog from her expression seemed to clear and she started to talk to you a bit more with each passing day.

With August came the start of your classes at Hawkins Community College. Colleen agreed to give you more hours as long as you agreed to keep your grades up, so in order to keep your word, you often did schoolwork at the bar. Colleen didn't seem to mind and the regulars were so used it that it didn't bother them.

One night, with the summer heat finally fleeing, and your first test approaching, you were studying at the bar. There was only one other customer in the diner and they were happy to ignore your existence as long as you kept their drink filled.

You were so intent on trying to memorize the formulas on the page before you that you didn't even notice someone sit down just three stools down from you at the bar.

You glanced up, thinking it was Earl looking for a late-night burger. You had to do a double take when you realized that it wasn't a gruff, balding man with a trucker’s cap flipping through the menu, but Eddie running his fingers down the laminated pages, as if searching for his perfect meal.

"Uh," you inanely managed to blurt, trying to remember how words worked.

Eddie had broken pattern. It was a Wednesday night and Eddie wasn't supposed to be here. He certainly wasn't supposed to be sitting so close to you, shooting you furtive looks as he perused the menu, as if he didn't order nearly the same damn thing every time.

"Hey," Eddie said, shooting you an awkward smile. He began to drum his fingers compulsively on the countertop. "So, uh, you studying?" He gestured towards your textbook, his lips quirking up in a half-grin.

"Yeah," you answered, unsure of your footing going forward. What was this? Eddie rarely talked to you. Every time he came in, he seemed to have a laugh or a smile for everyone but you. Hell, he had even managed to make Colleen blush a time or two. But you? Nothing. It was like you weren't even on his radar. A human-shaped dead zone in his field of existence.

"Hawkins CC, right? I've heard it's nice." Eddie's rhythm on the countertop faltered for a moment, his expression going blank, before he shrugged his shoulders. "Don’t think it’s for me, y'know? I've got a band and a side hustle or two, but higher education?" Eddie let out a nervous laugh, not meeting your eyes. "I'm not smart enough for that shit."

You opened your mouth, ready to assure Eddie that that wasn't true, but he cut you off.

"So, can I get my usual? Really jonesing for those pancakes tonight."

"Sure," you agreed, wanting to say more, but your mind coming up with nothing. This was new territory for you. Maybe it was because Colleen wasn't around? The only other employee in the place was the cook, but Eddie could have just ordered his food without bothering to say anything else. What did it mean?

You waited in the kitchen while the cook prepared the pancakes. You noticed that Eddie liked them smothered in syrup. It didn't seem to matter which flavor, as long as it was sugary sweet and rich in flavor. You wondered which flavor he would choose tonight.

“Here you go,” Lane, the chef, told you. “It still wild out there?”

“Total party,” you confirmed with a serious nod.

Lane threw his head back and laughed, bringing a smile to your face. You still had a pleased grin on your face when you pushed through the door into the main dining room. Eddie’s head shot up, hastily shoving a permanent marker into the back pocket of his jeans. He looked like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing, a guilty expression on his face.

You set the plate in front of him, meeting his eyes for a moment. Eddie shot you a wink, a smirk pulling at his lips, before he picked up his fork. "Thanks, Y/N," he said, warmth and affection in his tone.

And that, right there, was nearly enough to undo you. He didn't call you anything like 'babe' or 'doll,' but simply hearing him say your name right after winking at you? Yeah, it made you melt on the inside.

You coughed to hide the whimper you almost let out and turned to start gathering up your textbook and notes. "Uhm," you managed, managing a glance at Eddie over your shoulder. "Enjoy your food," you told him, a weak smile gracing your face.

Lane shot you a worried look when you hurried into the kitchen. "You alright, kid? Need me to throw someone out for you?"

"I'm fine," you told him, waving off his concern. "Just worried about my test."

"Ah, you'll be okay. You're the smartest one here," Lane said, continuing to clean off the grill. "Just don't tell Colleen I said that."

You laughed, managing to shake off your nerves. So, Eddie had basically flirted with you. There was no reason to get all flustered. He practically flirted with everyone, including Lane that one time he praised his work with the pancakes. It didn't have to mean anything, right?

You spent enough time putting everything back into your bag that by the time you were done, you had finally gathered up your courage to go back out into the dining room. Your gaze immediately went to the bar where Eddie had been sitting, but his seat was empty. There was no one else in the room and you couldn't see any cars in the parking lot.

You felt your shoulders slump as you approached Eddie's half-empty plate. He had smothered the pancakes in syrup, but then only deigned to eat one of them. You sighed before noticing the cash tucked under his plate. You let out an incredulous laugh when you counted out the one dollar bills he left behind.

Eddie left you a ten-dollar tip for a three-dollar stack of pancakes he didn't even finish.

You began to clean up, sure that there wouldn’t be another customer for the rest of the night. Colleen’s would be closing in twenty minutes and you wanted to get home as soon as possible and finish studying for your test. Sure, maybe you wanted to hide your head in a book rather than think about the fact that you should have stayed to talk to Eddie, since he was finally noticing your existence.

But, maybe he would be in that weekend. Maybe you could ask him about his day or try to take things a little further than saying ‘hey’ and then running off to the kitchen once you had his order.

When you moved to wipe off Eddie’s vacated seat, you noticed something scribbled underneath the counter. You had to kneel on the floor to see what was written on the wood. You let out a surprised chuckle once you realized what Eddie had been doing when you caught him with his marker earlier.

for a good time call Eddie Munson:

555-0167

You let your fingers trace over the tiny bat he had doodled next to his number before you reached up for a napkin, hastily pulling a pen from your apron.

You weren’t going to do anything with the number, but it didn’t hurt to hang on to it, right? If anything, maybe it would come in handy one day.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #imagine #living as foes fic #my fic

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Our Hero Academy

Chapter 8 - I was the lucky one

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Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 3.6k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Once again, thanks to @merrymonkey for illustrating this story. I love you, girl! 🥰

Chapter 8 - I was the lucky one

Although Aizawa didn't talk about his first kiss, that didn't mean he had moved on from it. To tell the truth, he kept repeating it over and over in his mind. On numerous occasions, the quiet boy got lost in his thoughts while Oboro and Hizashi talked between them. Like that night when the two friends were yelling at each other while playing a video game. For their Christmas break, the boys had done nothing more than chilling at Oboro's house while Kaori was visiting her family.

During those days Shota realized how used he was to be with Kaori; without noticing it, when he left Oboro's house he walked towards the station where he always accompanied her. It also happened to Shota that he would fall asleep, but in the middle of the night, he would wake up looking for his cell phone to check if Kaori had texted him saying that she had arrived safely at the U.A. dormitory.

“If Kari were here, she'd have told you the same thing, Hizashi! You suck in this game, and you make us lose! Hear it yourself! Let's call her. Shota, call her.”

"What? Why me?"

“Because even if there's no signal in her house, if the call comes from you, she'll answer.” Oboro and Hizashi looked at their friend waiting for him to call her, but instead, Aizawa's face was almost as red as his eyes when he activated his quirk. "What are you waiting for?”

“Yes, call her, tell her we miss her!” Hizashi suggested.

"No! Why would I tell her that I miss her? She's gonna think I'm crazy!”

“I never said YOU, I said ALL of us miss her.” Hizashi clarified with a smirk evidecing how easy it was to put Aizawa in the spotlight. “But if you wanna tell her that, then go ahead! I'll keep saying it until you get tired of listening to me and decide to act. You and Kaori should be together.”

“Shota, you really don't like her? Not even a little?" Oboro asked, but in response he only got Aizawa to lower his face and his ears to turn red. “It's a shame, Kari's beautiful and she's always taking care of you. But, anyway... we can't force you to like her...”

“You're right, Oboro. We can't force Shota to see her as anything more than a friend. But I still think she's pretty!”

"Of course! Kari's gorgeous! Shota, what kind of girl is your type? You never talk about it.”

“I mean, Kaori's cute, yes…” He shyly answered.

"Don't worry, you don't have to say it if you don't think like that. She's not here, you won't make her feel bad." The blonde said, looking at Shota, who had already changed his face to a more serious one.

“I do believe it, Hizashi. She's... ” For a few moments, Shota was silent, thinking about what word he could use, but none was accurate enough. Just remembering that night when he had her resting on his lap and then when he kissed her, Shota was left speechless, Kaori was way more than beautiful.

“Don't force yourself to say something you don't believe just to be a good person, dude. It was just an idea that Hizashi and I had, but anyway. Who do you think could be a good match? She's like my sister, I want her to be with a nice guy. We have to make sure she doesn't give just any guy a chance." Oboro commented and that already made Aizawa frown.

“Kari has a whole list of guys behind her, don't worry. Just because Shota doesn't find her attractive doesn't mean..."

“I do find her very attractive!” The black-haired hero said without being able to remain silent, he was not going to let them think something that was not true.

“But not as much as Midnight, right?” Oboro asked, hiding his triumphant smile.

“Nemuri? What the fuck Oboro!?”

“Oh! Nemuri's stunning too! Good choice, Shota! So you prefer them tall, voluptuous and with black hair. If you put it like that, Kari's a little girl next to her, I think I understand now why you don't…”

“I DO like Kaori! How can I not like her if she's perfect!? Enough nonsense, I’m not interested in Nemuri!"

At the smile of his friends and the disturbing way in which they both saw him, Aizawa realized what he had said and immediately wanted to disappear. He had been an idiot, he had fallen into the trap of the boys.

“You like Kari!” The other two said in unison.

"That's not what I mean! Damn, you guys talk so much it makes me dizzy and I don't know what I'm saying!” Shota stood up ready to leave. “She's our friend, stop talking about her like that.” It was the last thing he said before getting out of there.

"I told you!" The boys said again at the same time, laughing so exaggeratedly that they seemed crazy.

“Now we just need Kaori to accept it too. But I think we shouldn't mention Nemuri again.”

"Why not?"

“What if shock therapy doesn't work on Kaori, Hizashi?”

“Why do they both have to be so shy?” The blonde asked, sighing and trying to come up with a new plan.

After successfully completing their first year in the U.A., spring break started and Oboro, Hizashi, and Shota went to Kaori's house. The girl's parents were so grateful for how well they had treated their daughter that they invited the boys. Naturally, Oboro and Hizashi were over the moon with excitement, and Aizawa was on the verge of an anxiety attack.

“Shota, are you feeling okay? We've never seen you this pale. Is the train getting you sick?” Oboro asked, but Aizawa just shook his head.

“Don't you think this will be a lot of work for Kaori's family? I mean, hosting three people…”

“Stop worrying so much, Shota!” The blonde advised putting his arm around Aizawa's shoulders. “Kari told us many times that her parents wanted to meet us.”

“Plus, you can relax, you'll make a good impression. That’s what you’re worried about, right?” Oboro had been right about his friend's concern, and Shota's sigh made it even more evident.

“I'm not good with good impressions, nor with second ones, nor with any that follow.” The boy's comment was so honest that his friends laughed a lot. “It'd be terrible if her parents thought she spent all her time with social misfits.”

“Just the way you are is fine, stop overthinking, bro! Besides, you and Kari are pretty much the same person. The freaks are Oboro and me and I promise we'll behave in front of your parents-in-law."

Aizawa did not pay attention to his friend's comment because he looked out the window once the train stopped. There she was... waiting for them with a perfect smile that took Shota's breath away.

As soon as she saw her friends, she ran up to them and hugged them. They could tell how happy she was to have them there.

Kaori's family turned out to be so welcoming that the boys felt even better than at home from the first day. While the girl's parents spoiled them, treating them like their own children, her siblings never stopped making them laugh with their witticisms. The one who appeared the most enthusiastic of all was the younger kid, who, although physically identical to Kaori, in terms of personality could not be more different, as the boy was extremely extroverted. Shota knew who he was as soon as he saw the scar on his face, but the child looked so happy that it seemed he couldn't care less about his scar.

The first night the boys played until late with the children near the river, and when they returned home, a delicious dinner awaited them. While Oboro and Hizashi continued playing with the kids, Kaori was preparing to go to the kitchen to help her parents.

“Shota, what are you doing? Stay here with the boys.”

“Your parents could use an extra hand"

“No, you're our guest! Please…"

Aizawa didn't even bother to listen to her when he was already walking to the kitchen. Once there, the girl's parents thanked him for his help. They were still cooking, so there were a few things left to do that the shy but sweet boy was happy to help with.

“I can finally be alone with the famous Shota Aizawa.” Kaori's father commented when he and Shota were left alone in the kitchen. “I must accept it, boy, I was a little jealous. My little girl had never talked about a boy until she met you. However, I was more worried about her. The first days were not easy, I hated the idea of her living so far from us. I know Kaori's strong, but she's also very fragile. I was afraid that she'd get depressed because she was alone. But suddenly, one day she called us and she was so excited... She said that she had talked to a classmate, that he had agreed to work with her, and that he had invited her to lunch. Also, that he had introduced her to his friends. She was really happy that night on the phone." Aizawa couldn't help but smile as he found that very cute.

"She says that Hizashi makes her laugh even in serious moments, and that Oboro's the older brother she always dreamed of having. She loves them, but oh boy! She adores you." Shota was so moved that he couldn't find what to say, he could only smile shyly until Kaori's father bowed his head towards him. “Thank you very much for taking such good care of my daughter.”

“Sir, please don't do that!” He said very distressed. “Kaori has been the one who has taken care of us. I'd love to tell you that it has been the opposite, but she has been the one who has protected us. We… I was the lucky one to meet her.” He said, trying to suppress his shyness, but he didn't do it so well, because the man laughed discreetly when he saw his red ears. From how Kaori had described him, he already imagined that Shota wouldn't accept how attentive he was to the girl, he wouldn't do himself justice.

“So... I guess she lied when she told me that she never returned to the dormitory alone after working in the agency, or that you always helped her heal her wounds. I'll have to lecture her for lying to me when she said that you stood by her when you guys were threatened by villains. I imagine she just wanted not to worry me when she told me that you had promised her that no one would hurt her again because you'd protect her.”

Aizawa got so nervous that the bowl he was holding slipped from his hands, forcing him to bend down to pick everything up.

“You don't have to be so shy, boy!” The man said laughing and helping him.

“I'm very sorry for allowing your daughter to get hurt, sir, I promise you that I'll do my best to ensure that this doesn't happen again. I... I also adore her. She's very important to me.” He said clearing his throat.

The conversation between Aizawa and Kaori's father did not continue because the girl had returned to the kitchen with her mother. After dinner with the family, Kaori took the opportunity to take her friends to her favorite part of the mountain, where the view was beautiful, as they could see the city lights in the distance.

A few nights later, Aizawa had gone to bed when he realized he had left his cell phone charger in the living room. His friends had already fallen asleep, they were dead tired, and trying not to wake them, he quietly left the room. The lights in the house were off, everyone was already asleep; however, as he approached the living room, he saw that a dim light was coming from the kitchen, yet, what he found was Kaori filling the teapot.

“Kari, what are you doing up at this hour?”

Clearly, the girl didn't expect anyone to come and talk to her, because she almost dropped the teapot, but Shota was faster and caught it in the air before it made a terrible fuss. The girl's panicked face was so funny that the young hero couldn't suppress a fit of laughter that ended only because Kaori pushed him to shut up.

"Sorry, sorry. You looked just like Hizashi when he sees any bugs."

“What are YOU doing up at this hour besides scaring people?”

“I came to get my cell phone charger.” He explained still with a bit of a fit of laughter.

“I couldn't sleep so I came for tea. But now, thanks to you it will be impossible for me to rest.”

“Well, since I have some responsibility, I can be with you until you get sleepy.”

Accepting Shota's offer, the couple left the house so as not to wake anyone. They found a clearing near the woods, and sitting down side by side, they talked for a long time. Despite being timid, when they were together they had a great time. They trusted each other a lot, they felt comfortable with each other's company, and they had a similar sense of humor.

In a moment of silence, Kaori drank the last of her tea and didn't notice Aizawa staring at her. Every day he found her more beautiful, and even more worried for him, every day he wanted to kiss her again. But many things were holding him back, first, his insecurity made him think that there was no way he would have a chance with her. Shota had convinced himself that Kaori would never see him as anything more than a friend, he knew that she adored him with all her heart, but it was inconceivable to him that Kaori would look at him with different eyes.

"Aren't you freezing? The night's particularly cool.”

"I'm fine." Of course he was freezing! Since they left the house, Aizawa put his hands in his pants pockets looking for some warmth.

“You're very bad at lying, Shota.” Turning until they were face to face, the girl offered her hands and waited for him to give her his. Shota didn't quite understand what she meant, but he gave them to her.

Holding his hands was enough for Aizawa to forget about the cold; yet, the boy quickly noticed how his temperature regulated until it reached a warm and comforting one that he had never felt before. Meanwhile, Kaori smiled at him, proud of what she had done. However, just as Aizawa warmed up, he felt her hands getting cold and that's when he understood why that warmth was so cozy, Kaori was not altering his energy, but rather she was giving him her own.

“It'll make you cold.” The boy commented, bringing one of his hands to Kaori's face and feeling that she was not as warm as always. “Wouldn't it be better to go back to the house?”

“Do you want to go back?” She asked trying hard to hide her disappointment.

“I was willing to ignore that I was freezing to death to stay here longer, but you caught me.” Recovering the shine in her eyes, Kaori giggled.

“You're very sensitive to temperature changes.”

“I can't warm you up like you do. My quirk isn't as gentle as yours.”

“I'm not that cold, I'm used to it. But…” The girl took a deep breath and even though her body temperature had dropped, her cheeks had blused. “You wouldn't need your quirk to warm me up, Shota.”

Kaori had fixed her gaze on the grass, she had said something risky and she didn't know if Aizawa would understand, but she still felt very embarrassed. And everything got worse, first when her friend didn't say anything, second, when he moved his hands away from hers, and third, when she realized that Shota was moving. Thinking that she had crossed the line and made him feel uncomfortable, the girl was about to tell him to go back, but she couldn't do it, because Aizawa's arm wrapped her. Moreover, because of the way he hugged her, Aizawa also offered her his shoulder so she could rest her head. That's when she understood why he had moved, Shota had put the teacup aside so that nothing would get in their way.

Thus, snuggling with a smile, Kaori enjoyed Aizawa's hug. Neither of them felt even the slightest trace of the cold and they were able to continue talking, but this time much closer.

“Have you heard who'll be in charge of back-to-school camp? Nothing more and nothing less than Endeavor.”

“Endeavor? I thought he didn't have time for these things, he's too busy with his agency."

“I guess the director begged him. Lately, there've been many attacks on heroes that don't seem like mere coincidence, we have to be prepared.”

“But with him? Isn't he too rigid?” The girl asked.

“But he's number two. Besides All Might, there couldn't be a better person to train us.”

“Poor Oboro, he thought the second year would be easier…”

“I imagine that this year he'll also try to convince you to participate in the festival's beauty pageant.”

Kaori sighed deeply remembering how her friend begged her to participate last year. Hizashi also told her to do it; however, there was no way to convince her.

“He's nuts.”

"Why? If you participated, you'd win it.”

"Do not joke with that."

The hero stopped seeing the landscape and fixed his gray eyes on the girl, who had crossed her arms and moved a little away from him. "I'm not joking."

“How could I sign up for that? Haven't you seen the girls who participate? They're beautiful. You said that to make fun, right?” She asked with a pout.

“Kari, I'd never do something like that. I'm serious, the guys are right, you should sign up, you'd win it easily."

"Very funny..."

"I'm serious. I'd vote for you.” He confessed with blushing cheeks.

Surprisingly, Kaori's cheeks were redder than Shota's, the girl didn't even know how to continue the conversation and she nervously started playing with a leaf she grabbed from the grass. A while passed in which nothing was heard until finally, Kaori spoke again.

“I don't like you anymore, you're a liar. You'd vote for Nemuri.”

“Nemuri?” Aizawa immediately remembered his friends' comments regarding Midnight and wished they hadn't said anything stupid in front of Kaori. However, because he was thinking about his friends, he was unable to deny what Kaori said.

Kaori remained silent, but Aizawa saw her gesture, it was a face that Oboro and Hizashi had seen several times when they pushed her to the limit, but he had not. Aizawa's mind was trying to decipher how to handle the situation. Did he have to talk more about it? Did he have to ignore it?

Finally, he decided that the best thing was to speak, and swallowing hard, he dared not only to speak, but to place his hand on the girl's shoulder, who gave him such a look that Aizawa couldn't help but compare her to one of those grumpy cats who did not let him get close. In truth, he removed his hand from her as quickly as he had when a cat warned him not to dare come any closer.

“Why are you so upset?”

Kaori turned around so that the two were facing each other and fixed her green eyes on the dark ones of the boy, who looked nervous and distressed. Shota had such a face that Kaori almost lost her seriousness and laughed; however, she remained serious.

“Is it because you don't want to participate in the contest?”

“No, Shota, I don't care about the contest. It’s just that I thought you trusted me a little more.” That answer left the young hero even more lost, he did not understand at what point it had become a trust problem.

“But… I don't understand it, I do trust you.”

“You told the boys you liked Midnight, but you didn't say anything to me and we're always together. I always tell you everything Shota.”

“I said what? Which guys? Midnight? When?"

“Shota, which other guys are we talking to? Well… you and me, Hizashi and Oboro talk to everyone.”

"I don't understand a word. I've never said anything like that.”

“Well, they haven't stopped talking about it since they came here.”

Aizawa clenched his fists tightly remembering the last conversation at Oboro's house on the subject. That day they had both managed to corner him until he confessed that he liked Kaori. He hadn't even accepted it himself but he had told them.

“What else did they tell you?” He asked too seriously.

“They didn't tell me anything else, just that you like her. Relax, I don’t know any other secrets of yours.”

The tranquility that had surrounded them all that time disappeared and now they were both frowning. Reacting exactly the same, Shota and Kaori fixed their gaze on the grass and were lost in thought. She, for her part, had tried hard to ignore the annoyance that Hizashi and Oboro's comments had caused her; however, the jealousy from thinking Aizawa could be interested in someone else had come out at that moment. She had tried to convince herself that what bothered her was the young hero's lack of trust; but deep down, it wasn't just that. She didn't want someone else to steal her friend, she didn't want to share Aizawa's time with anyone else, and much less she wanted to think about him going on dates with a girl.

Kaori had no idea that Shota had already been through the exact same thing, but he had gotten in such a bad mood with jealousy that Hizashi and Oboro had to intervene. That had happened a little before the kiss...

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sparatus · 10 months

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Send a ♾ to my ask box and I’ll shuffle Spotify and write a drabble or flash piece for it

Sainted be what I say.

Character(s): Nautilea Victrilianus, Kautus Fidensis, Steven Hackett, Tibero Quentius

Words: 1,607

Warnings: referenced character death, derogatory language towards humans by an alien (leaning towards turian supremacy?)

Nautilea's boots clanked along the metal floors of the docks as she marched towards her ship, her cloak snapping in the wind left in her wake. Footsteps clanged in stamping, ominous unison behind her, the two men she'd selected as her personal guard on the Citadel doing their best to keep up. They were good men, loyal and proud, and wouldn't hesitate in the line of duty. She could trust them.

It was hard to trust anybody, these days.

Captain Fidensis met her at the airlock. His salute was swift and crisp, like a good turian. "Ma'am."

"Captain." She returned the salute, tapping her mandibles against her face, then dropped it and headed into the airlock. "I assume you've heard?"

"Yes, ma'am." He fell into step at her flank, Lieutenant Fortis stepping aside to make room. "I'm surprised the asari agreed to it."

"We gave them no choice." Nautilea drew her hands behind her back and stood at ease while the decon ran its course. The lights hurt her eyes, and the decon itself tickled her scalp, like always, but she barely afforded it more than a twitch of one mandible. "The asari failed to defend the Citadel and the Council. Now it's our turn. We're stronger, smarter, better suited to war. If the Alliance decide to be cowards again, it won't matter."

Fidensis's boots scraped against the floor behind her. "I heard the Alliance was expecting to take over defense of the Citadel, ma'am."

Nautilea snorted. "They were."

The lights switched off, and the VI chirped pleasantly. "Decontamination complete. Identity confirmed: Welcome back, Admiral Victrilianus."

The airlock doors slid open, and Nautilea continued onward without a backwards glance. Hurried footsteps were her only assurance Fidensis and the guards followed, as if there was any question they wouldn't. "Contrary to what Admiral Hackett's ego would have him believe, the Council didn't take kindly to the suggestion that the navy who let the Ascension burn would be the best ones for the new job opening. Unanimous vote of absolutely not."

Fortis snorted, and her mandible twitched upwards a couple degrees. One of Hackett's marines had dared try and get in Fortis's face during the hearing, and now had what she was sure was a lovely Phaeston-shaped bruise on their chest where he'd proven exactly what turians thought of such aggression. Fidensis just rumbled, his subvocals betraying his concern. "I'm sure the Alliance was thrilled."

That got Nautilea's mandibles all the way up, and she licked her teeth as the memory of the human admiral staring up at her and trying to make himself look big. "Oh, you should have heard the cries of nepotism. Thought Udina was about to have an aneurysm and die right there on the floor. Hackett wanted to shoot me, I think. So sad, I don't think he knows how to handle opponents a head and a half taller than him and pointy on all ends. Would've called 'im cute if he didn't have my friend's blood on his hands."

"You've got a lot of damn nerve, Steven Hackett, speaking to me like that with so much blood on your hands!"

She should have shot him. Her arm jerked towards the SMG at her hip, but a warning bark from Tibero stayed her hand. She settled for looming over the humans instead - Hackett only came up to the point of her keel, and Udina was even smaller, and humans were nothing more than squealing mammals when you applied enough pressure. The Star of Palaven swinging from her chest proved she knew plenty about that.

Fear danced across his eyes, but not enough to stop the stupidity on his tongue. "It's obvious you're biased," he argued. "If we put the turian councilor's own wife in charge of the Citadel fleets-"

"I'll have a personal fucking stake in saving him, won't I!?" Nautilea hissed. Fortis and Praetelus behind her both echoed with their own wordless snarls. Good boys, those two. She took one step forward, bringing herself that much closer to what she should have done twenty-six years ago. She was close enough that she had to turn her head almost all the way down to look Hackett in the eyes as she bared her teeth. "Because of you, I held my friend back from throwing herself on her husband's pyre, and you have the gall to tell me you deserve to defend this Council. Ierian Sparatus and thousands of others are dead - because of you!"

Her foot came down a little too forward, a little too angled. She yelped as she stumbled, just barely catching herself on the railing around the command center before she cracked her skull open on it. "Fuck!"

Fidensis lunged forward, but she waved him off. "I'm fine," she forced out through her teeth, pushing herself back upright. Her ankle throbbed in disagreement, but half the techs on the command deck were watching. She couldn't look weak now. She'd have her snuffle in private.

Maybe she'd call Tippi once she was alone. Tippi understood her.

"You can't lose your temper like that, Nauti."

Nautilea's gait faltered, just a step, but it was enough for her to fall behind. She huffed and took longer strides to catch up. "You heard what they were saying, Tippi. They were practically spitting bile on Ierian's pyre."

"And you almost started a war in the Council chambers." Tibero stopped by the elevator and pressed the up button. His shoulders and mandibles were sagging, more tired than Nautilea had ever known him. "Believe me, I'm just as angry as you are, but Ierian is gone, and Teia's back home in Tiirtias. I can't have you going to prison or getting killed, Nauti, you're the only friend I have left on this station."

Her heart climbed up her throat, and on impulse, she reached for his hand. "Tippi..."

He flinched back, and pure bile replaced her heart. Then he sighed, and he took her hand, lifted it to his mouth plates, and gave her knuckles a gentle kiss. "Just... keep your head on straight. For me. Please, baby."

He was supposed to understand her, anyway.

She took a deep breath as she stepped up the command dais. Most of the bridge was already watching, waiting for the speech they'd probably been buzzing about as soon as word of the shifting tides arrived. She did always pride herself on delivering. She tapped the keys to broadcast herself across the ship, then settled into parade rest. "This is Admiral Victrilianus," she told them, and a distant echo confirmed the speaker system was working. "I'm sure you've all heard the news by now. The Enninion is taking the lead in defense of the Citadel, and the Empire will be sending more ships to bolster the fleets. By morning, you'll all have been officially transferred to Citadel Defense."

Hackett's face flashed across her mind's eye, infuriatingly defiant despite the clear danger he'd put himself in, and her mandibles pulled in tight. "I won't lie to you, lads. We've all seen the state of things on the station, and on the news. The Alliance believes themselves heroes for letting thousands die by their inaction."

Grumbling and growling rose up around the bridge, but fell silent as she raised a hand. "I'm as angry as you are. Our late councilor wasn't just a politician. He was a champion for our people against a culture that wanted us to file down our points and make ourselves small. He upheld the law in the face of aliens trying to chip away at what it stands for. He was a great man, one I..." Her throat tried to close. She took a deep, slightly gasping breath and soldiered on. "One I'm honored to have called a friend."

Her talons curled around the railing as she bowed her head. Murmurs of sympathy and agreement slid through the air around her, and just behind her, Fidensis lowed soft encouragement. Another deep breath, and her head came up. "Ierian Sparatus will not have died in vain. At this very moment, Commander Shepard is being hunted down like the worthless, terrorist vermin he is. Justice will be served. Order will be restored." A low growl built in her chest, and she rolled her shoulders. "Starting today, the Alliance will learn that their actions have consequences! Together, we will stand strong against the Council's enemies, and prove the might of the Turian Empire! The Alliance may have betrayed the Council, but we, the sailors of the Turian Imperial Navy, will not fail!"

As roaring cheers filled the air, Nautilea took a deep breath, cut the feed, and slowly relaxed her hands. "I will not fail," she repeated, quieter, eyes fixated on the map of the Widow system one of the navigation team had put up. The wreckage of the Ascension had finally been towed away the week prior, and the space where it used to be was just that, a gaping hole where the sense of safety and security of an entire galaxy used to be. A flashing dot appeared in the center, followed by a nav path leading to the little holo Enninion still docked at Zakera Ward. "I promise, Ierian. This is my revenge. For you, I won't fail."

Tippi wasn't going to like it, but so be it. He'd come around. She wasn't going to lose him like Teia lost Ierian. The Alliance had betrayed them, but now she was in command, and she wasn't letting anything happen to her Tippi.

If she had to take out every star in the universe, she would protect her own.

#press conference #korblez #ierian's writing #ierian's ocs #quentilea #bad end #nautilea victrilianus

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hoppingonjim · 2 years

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This Boy- Eddie Munson

chapter one: frankly, mr shankly

warnings/cw: brief talks of religion, heated make out session (somewhat), stereotypes, small town talk, eddie's love & hatred of innoence, envy, pet names.

but still i'd rather be famous

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚ it didn't feel right.

his life was a horror movie as his eyes burned in disgust at the tapes unraveling in front of him. her on him, lips on his, hands tangled in that tousled bush of chestnut that she called so soft. her limbs limp and tangled in pride with his hand resting just on the curvature of her thigh, fingers molding with surface.

she seemed so happy, beyond happy even. jade eyes opening but only to linger on cracked lips— his lips weren't cracked.

eddie munson's lips were anything but cracked. surely she still knew that. emphasis on the word still.

with a few minutes of self convincing, he had come to the conclusion this was not jealousy. this was simply him and his hatred for public displays of affection coming head to head. it didn't matter that it was her and gareth, he would've hated it still if she was on jeff, or gary. well, it wasn't like gary or jeff could get a girl.. eddie knew that. but his mind was in morass, an agonizing knot trying to figure out how she ended up with gareth.

"so, i'm just gonna take a wild guess and say, we aren't going to play dnd," it was too long for eddie's voice not to be heard. usually he would've laughed, however that didn't fit these times. or rather this time.

katarina pulled away from gareth's addictive lips, her glitter gloss imprinting on his cracked ones. with a meek giggle, she wiped it off and her heart seemed to squeal once he licked her finger. eddie wanted to rush out, to vomit at the sight unfolding in front of him. and the casserole from earlier was begging to see the world again.

relief would fan eddie when jeff spoke up, "disgusting, dude you know that shit isn't edible?"

gareth only shrugged and hugged the sides of katarina tighter, pulling her closer with his dumb founded grin, "no, but i've got kat blushing, and that's all i need."

for someone so innocent, so fresh cut and frilly, so christian and sunday best, what did she see in gareth? what could be spotted in someone with freak as a middle name? eddie knew he wasn't one to talk, he lost the chance to speak months ago, but this wasn't right. and all that is right is wrong.

it's wrong when someone scribbled with the words satanic is toying with a crucifix hanging from someone spun in the words perfect.

katarina finally stood up, knees bright red and suffering with the aftermath of such a briefly perfect position. in swift movements her hands would smooth out her ruffled purple skirt. gareth stood up after her in the habit of escorting her wherever she needed to go.

"m' going to be late, daddy won't be too happy if i am. and gareth?"

like a puppy he eagerly waited for her to finish.

"i can walk home by myself." well certainly that was not the answer he wanted to hear, but he smiled in comfort when her velvet lips pecked the fat of his cheek. he almost spoke up but decided not to when he could feel the smack of jeff's hand hit his hip.

he cupped her cheek, his thumb dancing across the apple of her cheek until her airy voice reminded him of her previous statement.

eddie, on the contrary, didn't like the idea of her walking alone. so once she said her goodbyes and her farewells, the best wishes to all and the see you laters, the scraggly guitarist decided to scoop her up. figuratively, of course.

it was when she was in the abandoned hallway, empty and dull. but once she caught sight of his grin inching closer towards her it seemed to brighten. even if it seemed bright, katarina could only roll her eyes. throwing on her coat and dancing her fingers around each immature, stubborn button- he finally spoke.

"kitten why don't you talk to me anymore? it's hard not having my kit-kat talk to me," and with a little pout being heard from his expression she was forced to look at him. was his obliviousness real or an act? idiocy was the only word to describe it in her mind, and a huff bounced from her lips.

with a shake of her head she hoped to stop all nearing words of edward munson, "don't act stupid, eddie. you know what happened."

his gettysburg eyes looked at her now, her cold ones. they used to be so warm, and he was sure he was the one who blew the fire out. but it was wrong that gareth, his friend, would be the one to puff the needs back into the flame. eddie? it sounded foreign from her lips, it was distasteful and had no reason to be spoken by her. he was sure her brain didn't even know the name eddie, manipulated by the name "eds" instead. would he have to wear a thousand name tags to just hear his preferred name again?

he would bathe in those name tags, spray them on himself if that's what it took.

"don't call me that."

gusts of piercing, dawn air puffed his sleeves, filling them and kissing goosebumps along the skin. knowingly, jade eyes would prickle along his skin. along the bumps that arose near his neck, soon spreading with each strained vein that popped through to scold, "what? would, edward be better?"

"kitten," his hand would reach for her arm, but would fail. it was left in the chilling desert of the snickering air, "just let me walk you home. so i know you're safe."

in some universe she could be sure that would be categorized as cheating. latching onto a trailer park hunk's arm, escorted out on crackling sidewalks where their age grinned through running cracks. was that universe this one? there was a mall fire not too long ago, that one byers kid had gone missing not too long ago. hawkins and the word safe didn't seem to coexist anymore.

maybe eddie should walk her home.

"fine, fine.. just to make sure i'm safe. no other reason, alright?" he loved her serious look, the one where her eyebrows sat and furrowed. the courtroom hairs plucked and angry. not even angry, but serious.

in a swift movement he grabbed her hand, his lips thanking her by placing themselves briefly atop the soft skin, "shall we get going, m'lady?"

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚

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poutyniall · 2 years

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could u pls write something funny on yoongi sorta mimicking how reader sounds during sex and doing bad impressions of her moans or whatever profanities she uses

As always, I'm sorry for the delay love.

With your legs up against the wall, you're laying on the couch of his Genius lab, head falling over the edge of the cushions and arms getting tired from holding the book you're currently reading in front of your eyes while he works on his new track. You don't mind the silence, on the contrary, you always try to make the best out of his workaholic behavior, enjoying each's other company every chance you get. The room is quiet, the soft tapping of his fingers on the keyboard is the only companion of this trip that the words flowing before your eyes are taking you on. Until you hear a languid, squeaky, high pitched moan. You immediately lose the focus on the words, straightening your neck to listen more carefully. A couple of seconds of silence and then again, a moan. The book falls on your face, you lose balance and find yourself off the couch, the noises don't bother Yonngi in the least. You finally manage to take a look in his direction, expecting to see some kind of porn scrolling on the screen of his laptop, but there's nothing but lines and waves going up and down that you can't understand. Then you hear it again. ''What in the hell are you doing?'' you finally ask. He glance at you over his shoulder and simply states ''I was thinking I could add some moans in the background, maybe around the bridge,just to add a bit of eroticism? I was trying to figure out if the it'd work.'' ''And that was your idea of a sexual moan? Sounded like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.'' you've recomposed yourself in the meantime, sitting on the floor with your legs open, torso slightly leaning forward resting on your palms pressed on the floor. ''But that's how you sounded last night when I was pinning you into the mattress.'' he lies, he can feel his dick twitch at the mere thought of your moans. Your mouth hangs open in shock and you really feel the urge to throw something at him but you don't want to break his work tools. ''Excuse me?'' Him, on the other hand, was silently grinning facing the screen, enjoying your reaction. ''Sorry love, but that's what I heard.'' he says, still hiding his face from you. ''Well, I guess you won't hear them for a while then.'' ''WHAT?'' his voice raises an octave. It was his mouth's turn to hang open now.

#yoongi imagine #yoongi fluff #boyfriend yoongi #yoongi scenarios

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aseriesofunfortunatejan · 2 years

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I can't import pictures without tumblr giving me the white screen treatment, so I can't even upload the sweet conversation between Akane and Kazuichi I wanted to remind people about.

So I guess I'll mention some of my thoughts by text before I cry and scream into a pillow. I've mentioned it before for Akane, but both she and Kazuichi are severely misrepresented by the fandom. (I feel like that terminology is accurate, but at the same time, please understand that I am also a member of the fandom and am simply making an observation, rather than trying to compare myself to other fans.)

Akane learns so much about herself in Chapter 4. She takes so many steps forward and admits her own weakness. She uses the word "weak" herself, a continuation of what her Coward disease suggested, that she was hiding feelings she perceived as weak. She got stubborn in front of Fuyuhiko, but did a complete 180 when Nekomaru died, recognising immediately that she hadn't shown her gratitude yet. She moved on to trying her best to help with the investigation - something she had already been doing during every investigation, by the way - but this time admitting her own limitations and going out of her way to ask for help in order to get a better result.

And I'll need to write a whole post about Kazuichi someday. Yeah, he has that obnoxious crush on Sonia, I see it, you see it, Sonia sees it, Fuyuhiko hates it too, we know. But Oh My God He Is So Helpful. The cast would have been nothing this entire chapter without his help. Even before that, Kazuichi is more than ready to use his ability and give the entire cast a hand (the communicators he built in Chapter 3 were game changing... literally). Then, something I already posted about, when Nagito pushes him to dismantle Nekomaru's body, Kazuichi fights his formerly debilitating fears and bravely does it. To top it off, he builds Minimaru (who also does massages, very important to Akane...) with the intent to cheer the others up.

"… I made this to cheer you guys up anyway. And…as long as we have it, we won't forget, you know?

About Nekomaru's sacrifice for us…

We're standing here today…because of him.

So, if we're gonna prevent something like that from ever happening again…

I guess we gotta fight too, right!? We can't just keep running away!"

Fuyuhiko himself says: "I gotta admit…I never thought I'd hear you say something that awesome." Of course, Kazuichi follows it up by asking Sonia what she thinks, and she didn't pay attention, and he's upset, to which Fuyuhiko reacts with something along the lines of "and that's the punchline." Yeah, it is. That's the joke-y part that comes after the deep dialogue. I didn't think I was playing some other game.

But I beg that people look into what makes Kazuichi interesting and touching. What matters here is not that his talent does the job - it's that he goes out of his way to use it to help, and with Minimaru, cheer up others. And the other thing that matters is the fears that previously made him look ridiculous, that he learned to face in so little time to become frankly brave and inspiring.... for a guy wearing a bright yellow overall.

Something I'll bring up as a bonus is... When Gundham explains his logic that he didn't think it okay to give up and wait to die, Hajime has a flashback to the time he himself said the contrary, that he'd rather wait to die than cause another murder. But the very line that started that flashback was Kazuichi asking the exact same question as Gundham.

#sdr2 #danganronpa #akane owari #kazuichi soda #kazuichi souda

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cevansbiceps · 2 years

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you got me hanging from the ceiling | spideychelle → [2]

pairing: peter parker x mj (ft. ned x betty)

rating: pg-15

genre: fluff + humor + crack + smidgens of angst sprinkled here and there + canon divergent after spider-man: homecoming

summary: MJ drags the chair opposite them—she’s never sat so close to their seats—and leans forward. Her eyes turn to slits. “Thought you’d lost it?”

Peter’s breathing sort of speeds up, sweat breaking on his forehead, and, dear God, what the hell is wrong with him, Ned’ll have a field day if he gets anything on his phone, and he’d be right, because, what the hell is wrong with him, it’s just MJ!

Maybe he’s just scared.

Or, Peter Parker is slowly falling for MJ, while MJ seems to be slowly falling for Spider-Man. But, wait—it’s the same thing.

Is it really, though?

note: aaand posting resumes!

— leave me a word!

series → 1 [2] 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Patrolling is not fun when Peter's got a bigger problem at the back of his mind. But the suspected-drug-dealers he was originally chasing have been playing cards for almost an hour in the warehouse he was watching over, so he has traveled a few blocks uptown to patrol.

For a long while, there's no activity. He swings from building to building, ends up on a rooftop of an abandoned building, and kind of just hangs there, looking around.

He's seriously bored. And he can't even talk to his best friend, because he's been trying to avoid Ned ever since their after school mini-confrontation.

(They're leaving AcaDec practice, and Peter's still thinking about MJ's pink cheeks and her obvious concern for his class performance.

Like, sure, it could be because she needs him to stay on the decathlon team, and that won't happen if his grades slip, but the pink cheeks and weird behavior doesn't really go with that theory, does it?

“So, MJ's definitely got a thing going on for you.”

Peters heart does not skip a beat. It does not. He rolls his eyes, waving a hand to dismiss the assertion. He laughs, feebly. “She's observant, Ned. She—she’s said it herself, multiple times.”

Ned stops walking, eyebrows raised in an incredulous look. “Peter, are you serious? That is so obviously a cover-up!”

Peter's palms start to sweat, and gah, this is hell. “You think so?” He tries to play it cool, shrugging a shoulder. “I mean, okay, maybe she acts like she has something going. Because, you know. It's MJ. She's always trying to find ways to freak us out.”

“Uh huh. Except you don't look even remotely freaked out to me. On the contrary, you seem to be acting just as much—if not more—weird with her. Say, Pete. Do you have a thing going for her?”

Peter has no real way of hiding the heat that travels up to his face. He can hear Ned snickering under his breath. “No, no, no—haha, no, Ned. That's—that’s so…that's not true.”

Ned gives him a grin, nodding, and walks away in the direction of his home.

Aw, hell. This isn't gonna end here.)

Peter clicks his tongue at the memory, shooting off a web, and swings off the quiet, undistributed neighborhood that obviously doesn't need him.

He feels like he's thinking too much, but he can't seem to be able to help it.

He thinks about his own behavior in the past few hours and grimaces. He believes he's been acting somewhat weird ever since MJ saved his ass from detention as well as getting fried by Mister Harrington. But he also believes that it's probably ought of gratitude.

Huh. Should he really be claiming to “believe” something if he has to add a “probably” to it?

“Ugh, what the hell wrong with me?” he groans to himself, swinging past rows of houses, and comes to a rest on the roof of a bank built opposite a Walmart.

Sighing to himself, he sits down and pulls the lower half of his mask up, exhaling into the rapidly cooling September air.

“Today’s been such a rollercoaster, man,” he mumbles to himself, half tempted to engage Karen in a conversation to pass time as he scans the area for any shady activities.

He feels like smacking his palm over his face when he finally spots something.

There's this sketchy looking dude that's grabbed a lady's bag and is trying to make a run for it. The lady's come out of the Walmart. There's, like, twenty cameras around them and a police station down the block.

Peter isn't even needed here, to be honest. But he's got nothing better to do, so. He's gotta put this idiot in his place.

With a sigh, he pulls his mask back down and swings off the rooftop to land in front of the guy. “Hello, Mister Thief! You seem to be in custody of something you're not supposed to have!”

The guy has a really pale, almost yellowish skin, and his pupils are almost dilated, and—

Ugh, he smells horrible.

After quickly webbing him to a pole, Peter plucks the huge, expensive looking bag from the guy's hand.

He gives a little bow to the lady as he hands her bag back. “There you go, ma'am.”

The woman is middle-aged and he feels like he's somehow seen her before. She smiles, thanking him, and Peter can almost recognise her. Only, he can't. So he nods.

He swings up, ready to dart back to the warehouse, but lingers on the roof of the Walmart, glancing back at the woman as she hails a cab. She gives him a butterfly wave, making his cheeks immediately flush. He's so grateful for his suit in the moment.

Her eyes…look uncannily familiar…so much so, that he stares for a moment longer.

He bashfully ducks his head, then, in lieu of a bow in response to her wave.

Where has he seen her?

He swings when the car leaves, and goes back to trying to learn tricks at blackjack.

Peter almost skips school, the next day. He stayed posted outside the damn warehouse till one am in the morning, and what did the stupid suspected-drug-dealers do?

Play poker after blackjack.

He nearly slept through half of his classes, and Ned had to physically shake him awake in AP math, multiple times, because, well, the teacher's out to get him after the whole Spider-Man fanboying incident yesterday.

So, yeah, Peter is extremely frustrated, sleep-deprived and, generally really cranky by the time lunch hour rolls by.

He mumbles a half-hearted “not gonna” when Ned nudges him and asks about AcaDec.

“Dude, come on. You promised MJ you were gonna be regular, just yesterday.”

Peter clicks his tongue. God, he hates his life sometimes. “I r'ly, r'ly, r'ly c'n't,” he mumbles into the crook of his arms he's stuffed his face into. “’m d’d on m'f’t.”

“You are—you did what?”

“I’m dead on my feet,” Peter clarifies, turning his head sideway. Stares at the sandwich that Ned's gobbling down. Scrunches his nose up. “Is that celery?”

Ned's cheeks flame. “Um, uh—I guess?

Peter rolls his eyes. “Betty recommend you that?”

“She said this was her favorite recipe, so I tried it, but—” Ned looks like he's about to cry. “It tastes like shit, Peter!”

Peter sits up, chuckling. “Celery in sandwich, dude. Of course it's gotta taste horrible.”

Peter senses it moments before the shadow drops on him. Which means she was walking fast. Not that he didn't sense that, just that—

Well, he kinda wishes she wouldn't talk to them, right now, because so far Ned's only brought up Spider-Man stuff and no mentions of their after-school discussion from yesterday have come up, but Peter is eighty-nine percent sure that Ned’ll totally jump the opportunity to tease the life out of Peter is he recalls it, which he no doubt will if MJ talks to them, right now.

Peter lets out a small puff of breath, feeling beyond exhausted. His brain is too tired for all this complex high-speed thinking.

He smiles to himself when MJ awkwardly clears her throat.

“Parker. Leeds.”

His smile kinda flattens away at the ire in her tone. Wait, why the heck is he getting so darn affected, again? He looks up at MJ's squinted eyes. “Hey, MJ.”

“One week to go befo—whoa, did you sleep with eyeliner on, last night, weirdo?” She gestures to her own, spotless under-eye area, and Peter groans at the reminder of the dark circles on his face that are yet to heal.

Ned's snort of laughter is really ugly—Peter is sure he glimpses a stray piece of celery flying towards the book MJ's holding—but Peter himself just purses his lips. “Um, no, I was just—”

“Oh, he hasn't been sleeping well, lately,” Ned, unhelpfully, cuts in, drawing up a sorrowful face as he moves to pat Peter's shoulder.

Peter pulls away from the touch with a grimace. “Dude!”

“What? You were up till two, last night, weren't you?” Ned dramatically bats his eyelids.

Peter looks at MJ, who's cocking an eyebrow at him, a somewhat unreadable look on her face.

Peter swallows. “Well, uh, yeah?”

“So? You can tell MJ that! She's our friend! Right, MJ?” Ned is having way too much fun with this, just as Peter feared he would.

He looks at MJ with a sigh, pleasantly surprised to find her avoiding both of their gazes at the mention of the friendship, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of crimson.

Whoa. There's that word again—pretty. What's with his mind using it so much in MJ related thoughts?

MJ rolls her eyes, suddenly, planting the palm not holding her book next to Ned's lunchbox, on the table. “Is this an elaborate plan to escape today's practice?”

She's narrowed her eyes at Ned, and he looks hilariously torn between wanting to rebuff and wanting to run away. A meek sound of a half-chuckle escapes him, finally. “Well…Peter didn't actually sleep with eyeliner on, y'know. The dark circles are very real.”

Peter faceplants himself on the table.

“The nationals are a week away, Leeds!”

“But he's overworked, MJ!”

“He's a healthy boy of sixteen, Leeds!”

“He's still a boy—”

“And are you his nanny, you—

“—didn’t even—hey! I'm a good friend—”

“—wasn’t even—”

“Guys!” Peter groans, cutting MJ's hissed rebuttal off. “I'll be there. Please stop this?”

Ned looks actually, genuinely saddened, and MJ makes a small sound of surprise. Peter keeps his gaze fixed on Ned's gross, celery sandwich, considering if the grossness could have permeated the PB&J he brings for Peter everyday, when—

“You know what? I'm too riled up, now. No practice today. I'm too angry to properly use my intelligence. Thanks, Leeds.”

There's a thump, a swish, and then constant taps of MJ's sneakers as she walks away. Peter is gawking in her wake, and Ned is shaking his head. “Dude, did you—”

“She totally did that for me, didn't she?”

“Oh, my God, Peter, is this some parallel universe?”

Peter has no freaking clue.

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