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anon-rebel-writes · 3 years

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Late Night Talks

Hello everyone! I hope you are having a wonderful day!

So this is a new story (yay!), and I wrote this for my girlfriend! She asked me not to tag her for privacy reasons, but I hope she loves this because this is actually based on a real event!

A quick background, we confessed through the phone and this story is heavily based on that. A lot of the feelings Luka feels are things that I actually felt! The dialogue is pretty similar too (obviously some things are cut out or edited to fit Luka and Mari lol)

My “just-a-friend” got me into MLB and we both love Lukanette, so I thought it’d be fitting to write her a story about Lukanette, based on us, for one of her gifts! Happy birthday, my love! I hope you (and everyone else reading this XD) enjoy it!

The story begins under the cut! <3 Ao3 Link

Soft light from his phone covered his face, forcing his eyes to squint in order to see clearly. His thumb unconsciously moved across the screen, opening up random apps before quickly closing them just to open them again.

The boat was fairly quiet. During the day, he could hear the different movements and various noises from his mother and sister, but this late at night merely left the sounds of waves from the Seine below him. The natural creaking of the boat usually left him relaxed and helped him fall asleep.

Although lately his nights had been occupied by other things, especially one girl.

Luka shifted in his bed, trying to engulf himself in more warmth from his blankets. Did his mattress always feel this stiff and uncomfortable? He never paid it much attention before, it never mattered before. Maybe it was just his mind trying to find something to think about.

He glanced at the time near the top of his screen and saw it was ten after midnight. Well at least it’s not too late yet, or maybe it wasn’t too early yet? She never texted him extremely late (or extremely early). Was it late? When did he care about time so much?

The only reason he thought about the time lately was because of her.

Luka shifted again, pulling up the blanket to cover the blush creeping up his cheeks. He continued to open apps just to close them again. He sighed and turned off the phone, letting the room dim and his eyes rest. Why did this feel so desperate? He used to see himself as a ‘go with the flow’ guy, but she had found a way into his heart and made him question his entire life.

When had he ever checked his phone this much? If she decided to text him tonight (as she had been doing for the past couple of nights), would immediately replying make him seem obsessed? He didn’t want to come off as overbearing. Didn't girls like when guys text fast? She hasn’t seemed to mind it so far. Then again, his only source of reference was his sister, and getting her to reply to him took years off his life.

His phone beeped and the screen lit up, showing a new text message. Luka quickly sat up and hurried to read the message.

‘SOS Can’t sleep again :( Think I might need a ~Luka~ to help (^-^)’

He covered his mouth with his palm, trying to hide the smile consuming his face. When did his nights become like this? Maybe it was desperate to wait for a text, but when the text came from Marinette, he couldn’t find a reason to be upset.

This girl seemed to bring him a whole new type of happiness, even if he was too nervous to text her first. He wanted to give her space and be comfortable around him, so waiting until midnight for a text never bothered him.

While seeing her throughout the day was always amazing, there was a different feeling that came with their late night talks. The fact that she needed to sleep and came to him for help gave him a warmth in his chest he never knew before. Although sometimes it made him feel selfish, seeing as she tended to talk to him when she was tired.

‘Luckily this Luka is always able to help :)’

And he really was always able to help, at least he tried to be. Luka helped everyone. Whether it was his family, friends, strangers, co-workers, he always lended a hand. But when it came to Marinette, he’d drop everything to run to her.

‘Yesss! Call me! Mama needs some Luka time!’

He tried to stifle a laugh and rolled his eyes at his phone. His body was hunched over the edge of the bed, watching his phone with intense eyes, as if the messages would disappear if he looked away.

In the mornings, he always found himself worried about that, as if the night before only existed in his mind. He’d hurry back to his phone to re-read the messages, making sure that Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the girl who chased off his nightmares and reinvented his dreams, really spent her night with him. Even if it was through a screen, even if it was for an hour, the messages were there to remind him that for a moment, she was his and he was hers. He was always hers, if she wanted him to be.

Luka slowly leaned back onto his bed, trying to get into a comfortable position. He put one hand behind his head and took a deep breath. His calm personality wasn’t an act, Luka was definitely a level-headed person, but he was still human. And as a human, a pretty girl talking to him late at night gave him lots of nerves.

He quickly shook off any tension he felt and pressed the call button. The phone only rang once before the sweetest voice he’d ever heard took over. “Hi Luka! Sorry, I know it’s late and everything, but I couldn’t sleep and… Oh wait, you told me I shouldn’t apologize, sorry! Or- wait, I just said sorry. Wow, I’m sorry- Shoot! I said it again-”

She was rambling, rotating between apologizing to him and trying to explain why she called him. As much as he loved (was that too serious of a word?) her, he also knew that if he didn’t reel her in, she’d spiral out of control.

“Don’t worry, Mari, you’re fine. But I gotta be honest, I didn’t expect this. I mean, calling a boy so late at night… not once, but multiple times in a row? How scandalous of you, Mel’.”

He heard a scoff through the phone and a lot of rustling. “Oh Luka, you should know I am the most scandalous of girls. In case you haven’t heard, I call lots of boys and girls at night.” Her voice took on a fake sounding ‘tough guy’ accent. He rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle. “Wow boys andgirls? I didn’t know I was talking to a criminal.”

Honestly at this point he wouldn’t put it past her to be a criminal, she seemed to have a habit of stealing people’s hearts. He’d never tell her that though. One, she seemed to have a strange distaste for bad jokes, two, that meant he’d have to admit that he liked her (but the word ‘like’ didn’t seem strong enough).

“What?! I wouldn’t take it that far! I’m a total supporter of the law!”

Luka moved the phone from his ear to his chest. His face pinched tightly, trying to hold back any laughter that formed. His body tensed up from holding it in, as much as Juleka definitely deserved some payback for the loud laughing she tended to do so late at night, he really didn’t want to deal with a cranky sister. He quickly moved the phone back to his ear and took a deep breath.

“Yeah, that’s true. It’s kinda funny how different we are, not that I don’t support the law. It’s just when you have a mom like mine, it’s kinda hard to keep it in mind.” Marinette laughed through the phone and his chest felt like it was on fire.

Everything about her was so sweet, her laugh, her personality, she was amazing. Even when the mornings came and his head throbbed from the lack of sleep, he would never change these moments with her for anything in the world.

Sounds of fabric and movement came through the speaker along with a small hum of agreement. “Yeah I am pretty amazing at following the law. It’s kinda like a job at this point… Not that I have a job with the law! I don’t do that. That would be weird. Uh- anyways! Your job! Wait, that's not exciting. Oh man I’m so nervous tonight, I’m sorry.”

“Melody, it’s fine. My job isn’t very exciting, but I’m sure your day was, right? Mind telling me about it? You know I love listening to you.”

A gasp came through the other end of the phone and then a very thorough retelling of the events from the day. He slowly closed his eyes and imagined everything she told him. She left the bakery this morning to hang out with Alya, she probably wore that new beret she made, along with some cute, pink shoes to match.

He imagined her sitting under a tree at the park to draw, it was sunny and hot today, so she probably took her jacket off to get comfortable. She told him how she went out to get orange juice with Kagami, he could practically hear her smile through the phone as she told him about it.

Everything with Marinette was simple, by no means easy, but simple. He knew her well enough to understand how she felt, and she was the same way with him. They just got each other. She didn’t need to tell him the details because she knew he would already know. When he tried to explain a decision he made in a new song, she didn’t have to know what he was saying to understand him. Luka found it easy to just ignore the details, because Marinette was talented enough to fill them in herself.

Luka stayed quiet as he processed her words, filling in the details himself. He loved spending his nights like this, he didn’t mind messing with his sleeping schedule (or lack thereof). He loved to replay every moment of sincerity and kindness she showed throughout her day. He loved to hear about new projects she worked on, because her talent went beyond anything he’d ever seen.

She was miraculous.

“-But yeah, I guess that was my day! Not super exciting, but I think it was okay? I hope it was, at least.” Exciting? That was just one of the many adjectives he could use to describe her. Talented, exciting, clumsy, but so intelligent. Even on her dull days, he got excited just hearing her about random thoughts she had throughout the day. “Marinette… you’re extraordinary, honestly. Your day sounds wonderful. You’re wonderful. I don't know- You make me feel wonderful.”

Was he oversharing? Probably. He was definitely bad with words, but he wasn’t lying. His hands fisted his shirt as he waited for a response. The other end of the phone call went strangely silent. He could faintly hear the hum of the phone and the waves of the water outside his window. Why did the phone get quiet?

The last thing he’d ever want to do was make her uncomfortable, maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. What if he told her too much? A soft squeal pulled him out of his thoughts and he focused back on the phone. “Um-! That’s...really sweet, Luka! You’re wonderful too… Or- Extraordinary I mean! You make me feel extraordinary, all the time. So- I don’t know, thank you?” His chest tightened. How much longer could he keep up with this act?

Pretending to be ‘just a friend’ might be easier for some people, but it was torture for him. Did she have these late night talks with other people? Did she ever hold anyone else’s hands when hers feels cold? Did she ever kiss them on the cheek to say goodbye? Luka was never one to push his luck, despite protests from his sister and mom, but nights like tonight made it hard.

“Don’t thank me, it’s just the truth, Mari. I should be thanking you, for making my nights a lot better, y’know?”

It was the truth. But there was so much more he could say. All of her quirks and amazing qualities always left his head feeling dizzy. He could write symphonies merely based on the person she was, let alone his feelings for her.

Yet he always kept those melodies to himself, even if he wanted to share them with the world, or share them with her. Nights like these make him feel like he could take on anything life throws at him. For Marinette, he probably could.

Another squeal came through the phone and a loud thud. He quickly sat up in a panic and pressed the phone even closer to his ear. “Marinette? Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” Loud thumping came through the receiver and more panicked sounds.

“S-sorry! That was just- I just- Ugh… I dropped my phone, sorry. You just- you should know that… This is gonna sound lame, but you make my nights better too… Heck, I even listen to your cover songs throughout the day, so I guess you make my days better too? Wait, that sounds weird, sorry! I don’t mean to say it in a weird way...”

Luka’s eyes widened and his heart felt as if it was trying to beat out of his chest. His hand unconsciously moved to his chest and grabbed tightly onto his shirt. The breath leaving him was shaky and weak. It felt like the world stopped spinning for a moment.

All at once, the feelings he tried to hide came boiling over and any sensible thought that told him to conceal his affections raced out of his mind. Before he could stop himself, Luka’s mouth moved on its own.

“Can we facetime? Or anything similar to that, please?”

Without getting an answer, his phone started ringing. He turned the phone to his face and saw himself staring back. As soon as Luka answered the call his eyes wandered across his screen, taking in Marinette’s face.

Her hair was still in pigtails, but different strands stuck out in an adorable way. The camera showed her snuggled into her bed as she laid on her side, with her pink comforter pulled over her lower face, covering her cheeks and nose. A large cat pillow rested just behind her head, unnervingly staring at him. Because most of her face was hidden, Luka noticed her eyes, and suddenly he felt very self aware of his position.

Quickly laying back down on his bed, Luka awkwardly raised one arm to lay behind his head, trying to feign an relaxed appearance. He tried to give her the closest thing to an easygoing smile as he could manage at the moment, which definitely felt a little forced seeing as how he was now (sort of) face to face with Marinette. Trying to hide any tension he was feeling, he cleared his throat, inwardly hoping she couldn’t read how nervous he was.

“Uh- Hey, Mar- Melody. Love the cat pillow. Totally don’t feel like it’s about to jump into your phone and attack me.”

She raised a hand to her mouth, attempting to cover her laughter. Her eyes scrunched, smile widened, and Luka’s heart soared. Marinette managed to roll onto her back letting the beautiful sound ring throughout the room. The blanket dropped and uncovered the entirety of her face.

After a moment of joy, she tried to quickly recollect herself. She turned her head back to the phone and stuck out her tongue. “Silly. Just so you know I’m banning you from making me laugh this late again. You’re gonna make my stomach hurt!”

Luka started laughing too, loosely covering his mouth, not caring about waking anyone up anymore. “That’s gonna be a problem, you should know that I’m kinda hilarious, so you should fully expect me to break that rule. Very quickly.”

They both joined in quiet giggling before Marinette covered her mouth with her hand again and gasped. “I just told you that you’re banned from making me laugh!”

“Hey, I warned you! You can’t be mad when I literally just warned you!”

The two teens burst into laughter once more. Luka calmed down quicker than Marinette did, so he saw her laughing face a second time. She was beautiful. Every time he saw her, he swore she wasn’t real. No real person could be as stunning as she was.

Whenever she worked on a new project and her hair flopped over her face, she was gorgeous. The times when she helps their friends out, her eyes are always so gentle, she’s divine. Even when she’s stressed out, the moments when she feels at her lowest, Luka can’t help but notice how angelic she looks.

She’s breathtaking without even trying.

Once Marinette collected herself, her eyes turned soft and precious as she looked back at the phone. Even through a screen, her stare set his soul on fire. His mind went blank for a second before he lost all sense of reason.

“Did you really mean it when you said I make your days and nights better?”

Her eyes widened slightly at his question, and he finally realized what just came out of his mouth. ‘Great job, Couffaine. You just made it weird!’Luka shook his head and moved the camera slightly away from his face, moving his gaze from the phone. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up again-”

“I mean it.”

His eyes shot back to her and saw how she snuggled back into her bed again. Her eyes were looking away, but the redness in her face showed him exactly where her mind was. “I meant what I said… Did- Well, did you mean it too? When you said I made your nights better?”

There it was again. The shaky breath, the longing look in his eyes, the fuzziness in his chest. With a simple answer, she turned him into putty and without even realizing it.

Luka moved his arm to rest on his eyes, attempting to hide any sign that would show how he felt, just in case she didn’t mean her words the way he wanted her to mean them. He’d never blame her for not being too clear, even if it hurt him. Any affection, whether friendly or romantic, should’ve been fine with him.

“This is gonna sound bad, but my phone is full of screenshots from our FaceTime calls.” Luka lifted his arm up slightly to gauge a reaction from her. But her eyes were glued on him, he couldn’t pick up on a clear response, so he covered his eyes again and continued.

“I… this is so creepy- sometimes I look at pictures of you and… it makes my day better too? That sounds so weird. It sounded a lot cuter in my head-” A loud cackle interrupted him and his arm shot away from his eyes. He saw Marinette digging herself even deeper into her massive blanket (and creepy cat pillow), trying to hide her laughter.

She must’ve noticed his silence because her eyes popped out of the blanket to look back at her screen. “Sorry, that’s just… that’s so cute! You take screenshots from our facetime calls?”

Her lopsided smile made his cheeks burn. He tried to gain back his level-headedness by rolling his eyes at her. He brought the phone closer to stick his tongue out at her. “I wouldn’t call me ‘cute’ if you don’t want me to call you ‘adorable’ for listening to those covers.”

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him in retaliation and hid her face back into the blanket. He took a quick, deep breath, silently thanking himself for being able to play his awkwardness off.

“I can’t believe I actually admitted that to you- That’s cold-blooded, Luka! Teasing a girl’s love is mean!”

They both paused for a second, taking in her words. The cabin suddenly felt a lot smaller than it was. His blood felt boiling hot yet icy cold all at once. His face slacked and yet tensed in different places. Looking at her and seeing her eyes expand let him know she was probably feeling the same way.

“Love?”

It sounded so easy. When she said it, it felt right. Full of affection without being overbearing. But then Marinette’s gaze moved off screen. She sunk into herself, yet not playfully like before. The energy of the call changed into something else, something new. “I… shouldn’t say anymore. I’m… sorry, Luka. I’m so sorry; I feel so selfish. I call you so late just to ruin your night by making things weird, and I’m so sorry.”

He watched as she shifted in her bed; he saw the edge of her thumb on the screen, hovering over it, as if she was about to end the call. “That’s not-! Marinette, that’s not true. If you’re selfish… If you’re selfish, then I must be the most greedy guy in the world.”

Marinette swiftly stared at the screen, her mouth opened as if she was going to rebuttal his statement. Before she could, he spoke first.

“I’ve been staying up every night, hoping and begging that you’d text me, or call me, or give me any attention at all. And I do it, knowing that you message me when you’re tired and need to rest. I know that spending time with me only takes away time you need to sleep. So yes, I’m selfish, and I’m greedy,”

Luka slowly sat up as he stared into the screen, clutching it as if it was the most important thing in the world, and at this moment, it was. Marinette moved the blanket off her face slightly and he saw her face flush with color. His voice felt raw as his throat tightened and his face burned. He couldn’t even register the tear that raced down his cheek. When did he get so emotional?

“But Melody, Mari, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I want your attention so bad. I want your affection and anything else you give me. I’ve been trying so hard to bite my tongue around you, to pretend like I think of you as my friend. But I love…”

He shut his mouth fast. What was he doing? He was destroying everything for these feelings. Why would she like him? She gives everyone affection. Marinette loved everyone, it was just who she was. What was he doing? He looked around his room and realized the situation he put himself in. He quickly put his phone on the bed next to him and pulled his knees to his chest.

Did he ruin their relationship? Would she stop having these late night talks with him? Would she still hold his hands when hers felt cold? Would she ever kiss his cheek to say goodbye again? What was he doing?

This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go. It all happened so fast. He reached for his phone to apologize and to hopefully scavenge whatever was left of their friendship.

“I love you too, Luka.”

His hand stopped just above his phone and he waited. He listened to the small buzzing sound from his phone, the waves moving against the boat, gentle breathing coming from Marinette.

“I love you… and I wanna be selfish. I wanna be greedy and I wanna be with you.”

Luka found the courage to lift the phone to his face and stare back at her. Marinette now sat up, her face was bright red with tear stains down her cheeks. Her eyes were slightly puffy and he was sure his were too. The only light on her face was her phone and even with everything, she looked beautiful.

“I wanna be with you too, Marinette. Always, for as long as you’ll have me. Wake me up at three A.M. everynight for the rest of my life, I don’t care. I just wanna be with you too. I love you.”

It felt so right. It wasn’t too much when he said it. He meant it to be heavy and weighted. But it didn’t feel forced or extreme. It was just right. They stared at each other for a moment more. His eyes raced across every centimeter of the screen, taking in every aspect of her, her eyes doing the same. Smiles spread across her face as they both chuckled, their laughter laced with happy tears.

Luka wiped his eyes, trying to calm himself down (despite his teenage hormones telling him that he should continue to cry and sob from the utter euphoria he was feeling). Marinette tugged at her pigtails with one hand, seeking to find comfort.

“This wasn’t the way I thought we’d confess, y’know. I always thought you’d write me a song, or I’d make you a new jacket. Some big gesture instead of us sobbing,” she chuckled.

He stopped wiping his eyes to laugh again. His smile grew, even as he tasted his tears. “Yeah, sorry about that. I promise I have plenty of songs for you, and about you and everything. I can grab my guitar if you want, but you might hear Juleka complaining in the background.”

They shared one final laugh before the exhaustion of crying kicked in and they both laid back down. Marinette wrapped herself in blankets one final time, holding the dubious cat pillow tight against her. Luka found himself in a similar position, he laid on his side, his face squished against his pillow and the blanket pulled under his chin.

They stared at each other, making small conversation about their feelings. Luka could hardly remember all that happened after that, he felt such relief and happiness from everything that the rest of the night felt fuzzy.

He glanced at the time at the top of his screen and noticed it was now closer to three-thirty. Luka took a deep breath before sighing. He saw Marinette’s eyes getting smaller and smaller with each second.

He knew that they should hang up soon, but he really wanted to be selfish and keep her on the phone. “Luka…”

Marinette slowly opened an eye to look back at him. Their smiles grew once again. “Are you gonna take another screenshot of me?” Her smile turned sly and he rolled his eyes.

“That’s cold-blooded, Mel’. Teasing a guy’s love is mean,” he stuck out his tongue, just for good measure. But then he sneakily took one screenshot, to remind himself that tonight was real and not just a dream. Tonight, Marinette was his and he was hers, and hopefully it’ll stay like that for a long time.

Her eyes drifted back closed, but her smile never left. “...Love you… Luka….”

Warmth engulfed his chest, leaving him feeling light and airy. The mattress underneath him felt soft and perfect. The dryness on his cheeks from earlier tears didn’t bother him at all. He was content and full of love.

While the confession was unexpected, he wouldn’t change it for the world. As much as he loved her clothing and as many songs as he had for her, he knew nothing would’ve compared to tonight. As he looked back at her sleeping face, he had a feeling she felt the same.

“I love you too, Marinette.”

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kitsuragied · 3 years

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a slip of the tongue- jamilmads

@who-knew-what I wrote a part 2 to Home Is Where The Heart Is! expect more to come, too. I’m already working on two more installments in this universe. I’ll tag all of them with “#home ‘verse” so you can find them. enjoy, y’all!

“Alex?” John asks, peering into Alex’s office. The man is barely keeping himself awake, empty mugs of coffee all around him and papers on the floor. It’s nearly midnight. “Are you alright? Do you need me to take you home?”

“I’m alright,” Alex mutters. “They’ll take me home.” John furrows his brow. People taking care of Alexander Hamilton isn’t unheard of, exactly, but usually it’s one of his friends, and he isn’t aware of any new people in the friend group. Everyone else is sleeping at home already.

“Who?” he asks. “You got a boyfriend or something?” He meant it as a joke, because Alex would have told him. Right? But then Alex looks up at him, his tired expression twisting into something happier.

“I got boyfriend,” he slurs, obviously exhausted. John sighs. Whatever that means, he’ll parse it later. For now, he just wants to make sure Alex gets back to his house.

“Yeah, well, is ‘boyfriend’ gonna pick you up in a few? The office is closing soon,” he says.

“Thomas’ll drag me out anyways,” Alex responds, though he looks distinctly annoyed at the thought.

The revelation hits John like a freight train. There’s only one Thomas in the office (not counting Thomas Paine, who’s a level above them when it comes to management and is also very old), and that Thomas is the guy Alex screams at and then complains about to John. What? He considers asking Alex for more details, but looks again at Alex’s figure hunched over the desk, typing furiously, and decides against it.

Alex, in his sleep-deprived state, has no idea why he said “I got boyfriend” or if he even said it. He has a vague memory of John’s gears turning as he stares at him from the doorway, but that’s all, and he promptly forgets about it.

Thomas and James are entirely unaware of the incident. Thomas did end up storming in after receiving an email from Alex about the project he was working on and dragging him out, scolding him like a child (“I have no idea what you’re trying to accomplish with this, Alexander, but so far I only see death by loss of sleep”), but only several minutes after John had left.

So a week later he finds himself dragging James into his office. He just wants a quick kiss, initially, and then it turns into something more and James is straddling him in his chair, making out like there’s no tomorrow, and then John Laurens barges in, stops short, glares at Thomas, and turns on his heel and runs. Thomas exchanges a bemused look at James, but John’s been sending him those glares (albeit more of an “I’m watching you” sort) all week, and he thinks nothing of it, chasing James’ mouth with his own again.

Alex barely looks up as John barges into his office, glancing once at his friend and then returning to the screen. The click of the keyboard resumes, John’s heavy breathing filling the office. “What is it?” Alex asks when John continues to simply stand there, out of breath from his run. It takes a few more moments before he can gather enough breath to speak.

“Thomas- is- cheating,” he pants.

Alex’s head snaps up. “What?” he says sharply. He isn’t worried for himself- he can deal with the fucker- but it’s James he’s worried about. And then there’s also a slight disbelief. He knows John would never lie to him, not with something like this, but he also knows that Thomas wouldn’t cheat. Right?

“He- was- hang on,” John says. Now in a better state, he continues, “he was making out with Madison in his office, I’m really sorry, Ham- what is it?” Alexander had slumped over his desk, cackling with laughter.

“Oh my god,” he says after a moment in which he feels hysterical and John is plain confused. “I cannot believe- I thought- if you knew about Thomas-”

“Get to the point, will you?” John asks, beginning to feel annoyed.

“Okay- okay so,” Alex begins, then dissolves into laughter again. “Sorry. So. Thomas is my boyfriend.” John nods, well aware. “James is also my boyfriend.” At this, John tilts his head. Wouldn’t that be worse, then? Double betrayal? “Thomas is also James’ boyfriend.” John is lost, as is evident in his expression. “Look- it’s- it’s basically like, like, I like both of them and they like me and them- like a- it’s a- triangle of love, of sorts,” he says. Having never really considered the unconventionality of his relationship, he finds himself at a loss to describe it. John is even more lost, having not followed half of what he was saying. “Like a couple, except with three people! I’m with James and Thomas and Thomas is with James and me and James is with Thomas and me. Like a big puddle of love,” he says, acutely aware that he’s not doing a very good job of explaining. John, however, seems to get it, nodding slowly as he processes the words.

“OH!” he nearly shouts. “Ohhhh. Goddamn, I feel like an idiot.”

Alex laughs. “You are!”

Later that night, Alex finishes recounting the story to his boyfriends, lying across Thomas and James’ laps on the couch. James laughs, fingers entangled in Alex’s hair. “Wait- so how many of your friends besides John know about us?” Thomas asks. Alex pauses, considers.

“Actually I think only John knows,” he says. “Wow. I just completely forgot to tell them.”

“Are you going to tell them?” James says. “I mean, I could understand if you didn’t want to, considering-” he waves his hand around, the gesture invoking memories of shouting competitions in meetings and furious disagreements and, especially, Alex breaking off his friendship with James and coming to them crying afterwards.

“It… should be fine,” Alex says, though he sounds uncertain. “In any case, they’re my friends, they’re legally obligated to support me even if my boyfriends are assholes.” Thomas smacks his thigh.

“I’m gonna call them right now,” Alex announces. “I’m probably going to forget later if I don’t.” Saying this, he picks his phone up from where he’d discarded it on the floor and proceeds to call Eliza. She picks up on the first ring.

But it isn’t her who answers. “This better be a good excuse for why you’re not at game night,” Angelica snaps. Alex’s face is blank for a moment, and then he remembers.

“Shit!” he hisses. “I’m so sorry, Angie, I just-” he looks up at James and Thomas, who are giving him disapproving looks- “forgot. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m putting you on speaker. Apologize to all of us.”

“Sorry!” Alex says into the phone, and he hears a chorus of voices rushing to reprimand him..

“This is the second time in a row you’ve forgotten,” Hercules says. “What happened, man? I thought you had a reminder or something!”

“I thought I did!” Alex says desperately. “I’m so sorry, you guys. I was just, uh…” He trails off, searching his mind for a plausible excuse.

“Well?” Peggy asks.

“Actually, I called you guys to tell you something because I forgot to, so uh…” James nudges him. “I have boyfriends,” he says. Their reactions are immediate: five different voices start talking at once, raising their voices to be heard over the others and creating a cacophony of both pleased and annoyed tones. He can’t hear John saying anything, and he imagines him sitting smug on his bean bag (Hercules has bean bags in his apartment for whatever reason) while the others crowd the phone.

“Who?” Lafayette demands. “Tell us at once, mon ami! Why did we not know sooner?”

“Uh. So,” he starts, hearing his friends fall silent at once. “James?” It comes out more of a question than an answer, but they get it immediately.

“Madison?” Eliza says. “Didn’t you-”

“Yes, well, we’ve worked it out,” James interjects. It’s still a bit of a sore subject. There’s immediate squeals on the other end.

“James!” Angelica says in surprise. “You’re there?”

“Evidently,” he says, though he’s smiling. “Hello, Angelica.”

“Mon amiiiiii, you cannot leave us hanging like this,” Lafayette interrupts. “Tell us who the other person is! Do we know him? Is he handsome? Oh! Are they a girl?”

“You do know him,” Alex concedes, “and his handsomeness… mmm, not quite there,” he continues, earning another smack on the thigh from Thomas.

“I am very handsome, thank you very much,” Thomas cuts in smoothly. His friends fall silent at once.

“Is that… is that Jefferson?” Peggy whispers.

“It IS!” Lafayette shouts. “I knew it! I knew it! See, I told you, Alex, mon cousin is not that bad once you get used to him-”

“Is it Attack Thomas Day or something?” Thomas grumbles. James pats him condescendingly on the head.

“Hush now, the grownups are talking,” he says.

“Hold up,” comes Hercules’ voice from the phone, which is now balanced on Alex’s chest. “You’re dating Jefferson? The guy you used to whine about whenever you came over?” Thomas raises an eyebrow at him.

“Oh? You whined about me? Do I truly affect you that much?” he teases.

Alex makes a hmph noise. “I did not!” he protests. “Stop lying, Hercules!” And that’s the end of any questions about his relationship, thank god. They spend a couple more minutes just messing around with each other before they disconnect abruptly upon discovering that John knew before them.

There’s silence for a bit afterwards. Thomas shifts, nestling closer to James and slinging his arm around him, the other hand resting on Alex’s thigh. “Your friends are… something,” James says eventually, threading his fingers once again through Alex’s hair.

Alex laughs. “They sure are.”

I very much hope “I got boyfriend” made you laugh as much as I did. Please, please reblog! Likes don’t do anything! If you comment I’ll love you forever.

#home 'verse #hamilton #jamilmads #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #james madison #john laurens #hercules mulligan #angelica schuyler #marquis de Lafayette #peggy schuyler #elizabeth schuyler

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louloubabys1992 · 3 years

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Ask for writers

Tagged by @theisolatedlily thank u babe xoxo

1. describe how you first started writing and when you first posted:

I got so into the 1D fandom that I opened a tumblr account and found loads of fics about Harry and Louis. I got hooked. I go way back as a fan. am one of those who started reading fics from tumblr accounts and livejournals. I know a lot still read from those until now, even me, until ao3 became the basis of fics. I read so many fics that i wanted to write my own as well. my first ever fic, officially, was an apocalypse/zombie au called Nothing Can Come Between You and I. I say officially because I posted a couple of fics before this one but they were edited fics from a writer who took down his/her fics for reasons I don’t wanna get into. I asked permission to post them and edit them. That’s when I started joining up as a beta as well :D

2. which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? do you base any characters off of yourself?

I typically write in Louis’ narrative but I don’t usually base it on any perceptions I have of him, even if it’s canon. most of my fics are inspired by circumstances I see around me in my day to day life or by events that one can relate to because they do happen.

3. where do you often find inspiration?

I read a lot of fics as I’ve mentioned before and each and every one of them has left an impact on me that made me the fic writer I am today. Whenever I lack inspiration, I just open my bookmarks on ao3 and read. And then, a bulb lights up and voila, inspiration hits

4. has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process?

helped a lot! i wrote more during quarantine than I do now even though am somewhat working from home. but when corona was at its peak back in March, everything was on hold and I turned to writing.

5. do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence?

silence. Am sadly not one of those people who could write in a corner in a cafe even though I wish I could do something like that.

6. what is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general?

word vomit. not into that.

7. describe your ideal writing setup:

after midnight, laptop on a cushion on my lap, neck pillow for my neck, my bed, and a quiet house where everyone is already sleeping and my mind is brimming, racing faster than my fingers could type hahahaah

8. favorite time of day to write?:

after midnight. it mostly has to do with the fact that I am not available during the day but even before when I wasn’t working, i would find myself procrastinating all day or totally lacking inspiration and then come night time, and my mind comes alive hahahaha

9. favorite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future?

Canon fics

10. do you struggle with writer’s block?

I mean, who doesn’t, right?

11. what is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult?

easiest is after I’ve day-dreamed the scene because when I day dream, its detailed to the tee, down to the words and the dialogue but the most difficult is when I postpone an idea I had in my head. If I don’t write it down instantly, it never turns out the same and that’s quite frustrating

12. how do you come up with original characters? (

I do insert a lot of original characters in my fics and they are sometimes inspired my real people but only in terms of appearance not by character or name. so, if am describing an original character in any of my fics, know that he exists but his character is not the same in real life hahahaha

13. what is your favorite and least favorite word? f

wow, this is random. um. fav would be scars and least would be veggies

14. what is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at?

I don’t think it was something I was proud of at first but a lot of people who comment on my fics say that they like my pacing and the dialogues. so maybe that? I would say I think I need to work more on my originality. sometimes, i find myself drifting to a fic I’ve just read, especially if its the same trope and am like, wow, that’s not mine at all.

15. what work of yours has your favorite ‘verse/world building? how did you come up with it?

definitely my first abo fic Hang there like fruit, my soul/Till the tree die. I love that au and I’ve always wanted to put my own tiny twist in it. am really proud of how it came about and am massively humbled by the comments and support it received :D

16. what font and size do you write in? single spaced or double?

arial, font 18 and sometimes bigger because I don’t have good eyesight

17. what is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently?:

names, because sometimes the names I choose are apprarently just not cool with microsoft word for some reason....sighs

18. (if applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom?

yes, but its not intentional, it just happens

19. what emotion is your favorite to write? which is the most difficult?Angst because that’s just me hahahaaha. the most difficult? hmm, emotional love confessions maybe or the transition from friends to lovers. yeah.

20. what is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works?

the passion behind it maybe?

21. what is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received?

best advice is to sleep on it because I do come up with scenes for my fics when I am about to sleep ahahahah. the worse one I got came from someone who obviously doesn’t know a thing about writing. he said, ‘’just don’t write it and do something else.’’ I mean, really?

22. which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show?

nope, not happening.

23. do you write scenes chronologically or out of order?:

most of the time in order.

24. how do you handle criticism?

quite well I think.

25. what is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing?

Go for it. Writing is not a silly hobby. if it’s really something you wanna do, even if its just for fun or to pass the time or to make new friends. go for it, There are so many fics in this fandom that until this day, are still ingrained in my mind because they were so touching and moving to me. you never know what your words could do for someone or how much your words could make a person’s day a better day

26. what kind of feedback on your work always makes your day?

the comments posted on my fics in ao3 always make me happy. I feel like its the best to find out if my work is worth someone’s time, you know? even though I do write for myself most of the time, the validation is nice sometimes :D

27. which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend?

wow, all of them?

28. what do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more?

hmm, I mean people could ask what they want so am cool with anything. am not picky. I get asked about plot lines or what would happen next when it comes to cliffhangers and I do my best to answer them without revealing too much :D

29. what has writing added to your life? how has it changed you?

I definitely made new friends through it and it’s been great :D

30. why do you write?

it’s my favourite thing in my entire life. It’s the one thing that no one in my life knows about, as in the people that I work with, my friends, even my family, none of them have ever read anything I’ve ever written and am fine with it. I feel like writing is purely for me and it’s something I’d like to keep as a part of me you know?

boost yourself + tags!

1a. share the last sentence you wrote:

Harry smiles despite himself. Three years together, since he was nineteen, and it shouldn’t be a surprise that Louis knows him so well, can tell by the sound of his voice if he’s okay or not, nervous or not, happy or not.

2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about:

the one am writing for the harry/men fic fest

3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of:

‘’You’re being really quiet and I don’t like it,’’ Louis points out.

‘’Just a bit tired,’’

‘’Stay here then,’’ Louis pats the bed. ‘’Sleep next to me,’’

‘’Are you sure? I don’t want to mess with anything by accident or…’’

‘’Harry?’’

‘’What?’’

‘’I won’t get a wink’s worth of sleep if you’re even an inch away from me,’’ he says firmly. ‘’And I’ll go on a limb here and say neither will you.’’

‘’But…’’

‘’No buts, I’m serious.’’ Louis cups his cheek, his blue eyes big and beautiful, like an entire fucking galaxy. ‘’I missed you something terrible these past few days,’’

‘’Lou…’’

‘’Be here with me, Haz. Please?’’

Harry hums before he pushes himself forward. He cannot stop it, cannot keep himself from gravitating towards Louis, taking what he wants, what he needs to make it through the night. He cups Louis’ face and kisses him but even then it’s not enough and he skates one arm around Louis’ small shoulders and tugs him closer, careful not to jostle Louis too much and kisses him like Louis’ a mermaid and he needs his air or else he’ll drown.

It eases an ache in him he didn’t know was trying to get his attention the moment he entered the room, something deep and visceral, calming down with the way Louis’ molds his lips against his, with the shape of his mouth fitting with his own, with the way his body is trying to align with his, like a constellation, each star coming together to mean something greater than they can ever grasp, something more infinite and vast.

‘’I love you,’’ Louis whispers into his lips.

‘’I’m never letting you go,’’ Harry says before he reaches for another kiss. ‘’Love of my life, fucking best thing to ever happen to me, you know that?’’

‘’My rock,’’ Louis kisses him back. ‘’My fortress,’’ and kisses him again, ‘’my strength,’’ and again and again. ‘’I love you so much. Would be dead without you,’’

‘’Don’t say that,’’

‘’It’s true,’’ Louis gasps as Harry devours his mouth, trying to stop him from saying another word. ‘’I would’ve crawled out that room right to your feet, Haz. I would’ve…’’

‘’Shh, just me kiss, babe. Just kiss me,’’ Harry pleads.

And so they do.

4a; line from my fics that I am most proud of:

hard to choose really

5a. link the last fic you read:

bang bang (my baby shot me down) by thepolourryexpress

6a. link the last work you published:

Ellen's haunted house by louloubaby92

7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable):

https://archiveofourown.org/users/louloubaby92/works

8a. someone that inspires you

Louis Tomlinson

9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year:

bruise you like a peach by falsegoodnight

10a. other writers that you’d like to tag!

@falsegoodnight @twopoppies @mediawhorefics

#this was nice

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prettyboyspenceee · 5 years

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Chapter 1 - The Beginning

A/N: AH! This is my first fic with an OC! I am so excited... lemme just say that the stuff I have planned for this fic is crazyyy!! I’m so excited to begin this process. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy! Don’t forget to like and reblog!! Additionally, please message me if you want to get tagged in future parts!

EDIT: Hi! If you’re looking for Part 2 you can search “masterlist” on my blog and you’ll find it! Just make sure to type “masterlist” completely and then hit search!

Description: Olivia Morales joins the BAU and reunites with her best friend, Emily Prentiss. This is just the beginning to a wild ride.

Character Apperances: Olivia Morales, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan

Disclaimer: I don’t own Criminal Minds! Only Olivia Morales (and maybe some other characters along the way *wink wink*)

Word Count: 1,291

Posted: October 21st, 2019

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Olivia took a deep breath, she opened the glass doors to the bullpen and looked around and she noticed that she was alone. Agent Hotchner had asked her to come in before the team so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable knowing that the team was watching.

She knocked on the door twice before she heard, "Come in," from inside the office.

"Agent Morales, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please, take a seat," Agent Hotchner said as he motioned to the chair in front of his desk.

She gave a polite smile, "Thank you, sir."

"You were with the New York office for 5 years, correct?"

"Yes, that is correct," she said with a nod. Now that the actual interview was taking place, she felt at ease.

"You have outstanding recommendations from your superiors," he said, Olivia nodded again, he went on, "I've also received a strongly worded recommendation from Agent Prentiss."

Olivia couldn't help but crack a smile, "That does sound like her."

Agent Hotchner looked up from Olivia's file and she saw his lip twitch, "How do you know Agent Prentiss?"

"We were roommates in Georgetown and we ended up going to the Academy together. She always hated that I was the top of our class."

Olivia watched as Agent Hotchner nodded and flipped through her file again. She tapped her fingers against her thigh and wondered if she said the wrong thing.

"The rest of the team will be coming in soon so we can do introductions in the conference room."

"Excuse me?" Olivia said. Agent Hotchner took her by surprise, was it that easy?

"Agent Morales, I want to welcome you to the BAU," he said with a small smile.

"Oh! Oh wow," she chuckled, "thank you so much Agent Hotchner."

He nodded, "You're apart of this family now, call me Hotch."

Hotch stood up, "Follow me."

Olivia was buzzing with anticipation. Emily didn't know that she was transferring to the BAU and Olvia was excited to see her best friend.

Olivia heard the team before she saw them, "We have a new team member today," a male voice said.

"Do we know who they are?" Olivia heard a perky female voice say.

"She's a transfer from the New York office," Olivia heard another male voice come from the conference room.

The voices she heard were unfamiliar to her.

"Finally! Another girl can join girl's night!" Olivia smiled at the sound of Emily's voice.

Hotch opened the door and everyone settled down, "Good morning everyone, as you all know we have a new member joining our team. I would use this time for introductions."

Hotch stepped aside and revealed Olivia to the team, "Oh my god! Livvy! What are you doing here?" Emily exclaimed.

She rushed across the room to hug Olivia, "How do you guys know each other?" A blonde woman who identified herself as JJ asked.

"We were roommates in Georgetown and we were in the same class at the Academy," Olivia answered.

After finishing up introductions, Emily went on to explain their history together.

"Liv was top of our class at the Academy and-" Emily was cut off by Reid.

"I know you," he said.

The team looked at him in confusion. Olivia knew she would've remembered him, he was stunning, "I read your dissertation on the upbringing of serial killers!"

Olivia's eyes widened, "You did? I knew Professor Bines sent it to some people but I never knew who."

He shot Olivia a quick smile, "It was phenomenal. I could never forget it."

Olivia felt like they were the only people in the room before Morgan cleared his throat, "So, Olivia, have you found a place to stay yet?"

"Oh yeah! I haven't had the chance to break in my apartment yet so I was wondering if you would like to come over for a housewarming party?" Olivia asked, her voice hopeful.

"Oh my god, yes!" Garcia said with a smile.

"We'd love to, Morales," Rossi said.

"Great!"

"What's your address?" Reid asked.

Olivia wrote it down and passed it to the team.

"Hmph!" Olivia heard Emily snort.

Olivia looked up at the team and she was surprised to see that they were all smiling, except for Reid.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing is wrong, Morales," she looked in the direction of the speaker and made eye contact with Reid, "it turns out you're quite literally my next-door neighbor."

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Olivia's housewarming party was put on hold due to a case. She was a great asset to the team and they loved her.

They were in Maine for 2 weeks trying to find an unsub who was killing teenage runaways. Olivia had found the final piece that led the team to catch the unsub. Spencer was shocked that he hadn't seen the connection before.

When the team got back to DC, Olivia's housewarming party was back in action. While the rest of the team went their separate ways, Spencer and Olivia took the metro together. Olivia and Spencer had an instant connection, they shared a love of chess and a thirst for knowledge.

As they arrived at their apartment, Olivia let out a sigh and dropped her go-bag in the middle of the hallway, Spencer stopped in his tracks and watched as Olivia let out a small laugh, "I'm exhausted and I still have to set up for the rest of the team."

Spencer paused for a moment before responding, "I-I could help you set up if you'd like."

Olivia smiled and Spencer's heart skipped a beat, "No! You're a guest, I couldn't possibly ask you to help."

"Let me help you clean up after. I live right across from your apartment and I don't mind," Spencer replied. He was hoping she said yes, Spencer felt compelled to spend more time with her.

He watched as the gears turned in her head, "Fine."

He grinned, "I look forward to it."

"So do I."

The two young agents entered their respective apartments, both trying to calm down their beating hearts.

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Olivia's housewarming party was a success, the team loved it and they just fell even more in love with her. Olivia had only been with the BAU for a short amount of time but she already felt like she was apart of the family.

When the night was over the team slowly trickled out of her apartment. Morgan shot a wink at Reid before leaving, Reid rolled his eyes but he couldn't help the blood rushing to his cheeks.

"Alright! Are you ready to tackle," Olivia motioned to the mess in her kitchen as well as the living room, "this mess."

Spencer laughed, "As ready as I'll ever be."

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When the pair finished cleaning it was close to midnight.

"We did it! I'm so sorry for keeping you for so long, I didn't know it would take so long!" Olivia said.

"No worries. it was quite calming and it was the least I could do," Spencer said with a smile.

Olivia grinned and Spencer swore his heart stopped, "Thank you so much, Reid."

"Please, call me Spencer or Spence," Spencer blurted out.

"Thank you, Spence. If we’re calling each other by nicknames, call me Liv,” Olivia replied.

Olivia leaned against the door frame as she watched Spencer retreat to his side of the hallway.

"Have a good night, Liv."

"Have a good night, Spencer."

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Needless to say, Spencer didn't get any sleep. He couldn't get Olivia out of his head. Her curly hair, her hazel eyes, her tan skin, and her vanilla perfume were intoxicating.

The way she and Emily spoke Spanish was fascinating to him, he could listen to her all day.

It was then when Spencer realized that he was in trouble.

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tags: @reid-187

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tenshibeth1 · 5 years

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Fic Writer Meme

Thanks for the tag, @chierafied ! <3

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Author Name:

Here and a few other places my author name is Tenshibeth1, which was a username I'd created back in high school some...gosh, ten years ago now? Time flies! But, it was created in part by my group of friends then. I was in the goth group, but they always said I was the nicest and most innocent of the group, like an angel. My nickname in reality is Beth, short from Elizabeth, and I've always been big into Japan, anime, and manga and all, so Tenshi seemed a fitting choice to add onto my name. Tenshi means angel. The one stands for the fact that it was my first author username. Now, Reflection of a Broken Dream (RoaBD) came later in life, when I felt everything I am and was, was broken. It came after my divorce from an abusive and terrible man...he had me believing I was nothing. I could do nothing right, I was a pest to everyone, and my dreams? Get real. I could never make them come true. Writing has always been a balm for me...and even though I believed few would read or like my stuff, I did eventually begin posting stuff again. To my shock, people liked what I wrote...they wrote me such kind words and pleas for continuation. Everyone who liked and commented on the stories gave me hope again, and confidence in myself. So thank you to everyone who read and commented! I'm where I am now because of you all. ,^.^,

Fandoms You Write For:

SessKag and SessOC from Inuyasha, KuraKag and HieiKag from Yu Yu Hakusho and Inuyasha, KuraOC from Yu Yu Hakusho (although I'm not sure if I've posted any...), and, a long while back, I used to post ShinoHina from Naruto. I also wrote some KakaHina, GaaraHina, SasuHina, and ItaHina from Naruto...I don't know if I ever posted any...but I ship it.

Where You Post:

Mainly on here and on Dokuga. I once posted on Spark a long time ago...and I was posting on FFnet, but something went awry when I tried to get the app...and now I can no longer sign in to my account and no staff members will help me, so I'll probably make another account. I also have an AO3, which I need to update. ><

Most Popular Multichapter:

Here, it looks like the SessKag Alpha is in the lead with 104 hits. With Dokuga...holy crap, it's Cursed with over 12k reads! O.O On FFnet it's Overprotective, which is a HieiKag...and it looks like it's the favorite on AO3, too! Oh, wow. I need to go back and write on so many stories...T.T

Favorite Story:

Ahh...most of them hold a special place in my heart...but there are a few that are a little more...sentimental than others. Cursed, for example, would be one of the top ones. I began writing it when I was living with my ex-husband. It is one of the few reasons I stayed sane...and the original version of that fic was warped...just like my mind at the time. If anyone's curious, I'll tell that story later...but know that it will end well. Rising From the Ashes is going to be a good story if I can ever finish it. It's a bubbling of hope from the darkest recesses of depression...something I suffer and struggle with everyday and have to rise from. Very Merry Christmas With You is going to be a healing fic, Sesshoumaru helping Kagome heal from a trauma that happened to her as a child. They have the relationship I desire most. Same with Alpha, but it's a more recent trauma that reminds me much of my past marriage. The Unexpected, a ShinoHina, was a much earlier echo of this, with an abusive relationship in the making with her arranged betrothed in the Snow. And I just have a special place for Overprotective and All That is Meant To Be because...I do. They were works when I wasn't as confident as I am now, and I really loved and worked on the stories vigilantly outside of what I posted. I kept writing and re-writing to see which directions I wanted to go with them...I need to re-write them both with more detail and post them...

Story You Were Most Nervous to Post:

That's a tie between Arranged Marriage, a ShinoHina, and Cursed, a SessKag. Arranged Marriage was the first real fic I worked on that I posted after several years and the abuse I went through. The anxiety I suffered to post it was...unbelievable. I thought I might pass out. I expected people to boo me out of there since it isn't a very liked ship...but, happily, I found that wasn't the case. And Cursed... I was revamping it to be made public after realizing how messed up it was, and how messed up in the head I'd been... So, I was understandably nervous and trying to make it better. Real. Believable. And not the dark hole it once was...

How Do You Pick Titles:

Erm...I'm with Chiera, I pick whatever feels best. Mostly, I try to pick something short and sweet...and easy to remember.

Do You Outline:

Define outline. Haha. I do try to kind of figure out which events I want in the story and roughly figure out the ending...but I don't always do that. On the ones I have more of a feel of, I do. Ones I don't? I pretty much fly by the seat of my pants and go on the journey with my readers. Some, I still have no idea how they're going to end. We'll find out when we get there. XD

Complete Stories:

Ai yai yaiii...roughly eight. The Best Antiques will get a oneshot sequel or two, but...yeah. Not very impressive. I have a bunch of unfinished published works...and about seven hundred more on my computer... >.>;;

The list of completed fics:

FFnet

The Best Antiques

Things That Go 'Thump' In The Night

Butterfly

Waiting for You

Hinata's Favorite Insect

Dokuga

Written in the Stars

Now and Forever

Someone to Protect

In Progress:

I am currently working on The Pact, Alpha, and Cursed actively, with some work-ins on the other SessKags. I want to work on them all more, and get back into some of my KuraKag, HieiKag, and ShinoHina.

Coming Soon:

I just posted The Pact chapter 5! Dancing With Your Ghost, a SessKag one shot that likes to rip my heart out every time I write on it. I Found You, a SessKag one shot exploring alternate realities. Romancing, a SessKag series of Sesshoumaru trying to wordlessly woo Kagome. The Dark Guardian, a SessKag I hope to write for Halloween! An interesting take of Sesshoumaru as the deity of death that I started, like, a year ago and forgot about... And I'm working on a fic called The Child, an eventual KuraKag with a rough start. ...I'm also working on another KuraKag in little bits, it's currently unnamed and will revolve around Genkai's secret love child she didn't even tell Toguro about... Yes, I know I'm working on a lot at once. Because of my medicine change I have days where I struggle to focus on any one thing...so I write a little here and there. And some days I don't get to because work kills me sometimes and I have do things after work for work other days. -shrugs-

Prompts:

I love them and am open to them if anyone wants to suggest or send them. They might even help with what I'm writing. The Dark Guardian was created from a prompt. ^.^

("Unbeknownst to you, Death was watching you from the corner of the hospital room when you were being born. Fascinated by life, it imprinted on you. As the years went by, Death often saw you being bullied at school and couldn't do anything but watch; as taking the lives if your bullies would have been too much of a verdict. However, you have just been kidnapped and Death is pissed.")

Upcoming Story You are Most Excited For:

It's a tie between The Dark Guardian and Romancing! I'm excited to explore the role of Sesshoumaru as something loosely like Hades with Kagome as his Persephone...just in a very different way. (If you follow the telling of the story in which he does not rape her. The one I found, she could read the inscriptions and said it did not explicitly say he raped her, just whisked her to Hell.) But that isn't exactly the way the story is going, just that Kagome is his light in the all-consuming darkness. Romancing...is going to be sweet and funny, with a bit of drama added in. And frustration. Why does she not understand?! XD Poor Sesshy... If I could get my act together, I would work on The Youkai Games...something I've been working on, off and on, for the past ten years or so...

Five Authors:

@bearpluscat

@therebelalchemist

@dreaming-of-the-midnight-sun

And anyone else who wants to try! ^.^

#fic writer meme #pass it on #try it #kinda fun #you get to learn about people

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abalonetea · 5 years

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would it be a horrific crime to ask for 3 and locke for the mess me up prompts? *evil giggle*

it is an absolute crime, yes, and we’re both going to jailbecause I had been hoping someonewould ask for this exact prompt! Myapologies for the delay in answering!

There’s a set to Locke’s shoulders that shouldn’t be there, acurl to his mouth that makes his smile look like someone has cut it into glass.Fire burns through the soft blue fabric of his gloves, laces up his left arm,devours his shoulder.

Bone armor takes shape beneath it and he stands there, LevelTwo flashing across his chest not like a warning but like a promise. “I toldyou,” he says, voice nothing shy of cheerful. “I won’t let anyone here hurthim.”

Polynya’s stare could freeze the ocean. Her fingers are curledaround her trident, grip tight enough it’s turned her knuckles white. “Thisisn’t personal, Locke. It’s my job.”

Locke tilts his head to the side. “Really? Wow! I didn’trealize your job was to terrorize the people of Fara! That’s so neat! It mustbe a recent addition to the job description, huh?”

Polynya grits her teeth. Magic so cold it’salmost-not-quite-white curls around her fingers, threads through her hair. Atdinner, she’s known as Poly get your feetoff the table but in battle she is Polynya, Queen of the Seafire, and itshows.

Her mana is cold.

It pushes against Locke’s own magic, but he pushes right back.Good Intent wraps around his limbs like a shield. Protection curls raw in theair around them. Red, shoulder still dripping blood, mask still cracked, makesa small startled sound.

Locke’s magic just flares hotter in response. He doesn’t stepforward, doesn’t reach for FIGHT. “You’re really smart, Polynya. Don’t startsomething that you can’t finish. The only place Red’s going is home, so Bluecan look at his shoulder.”

Polynya does stepforward. Ice surges up and melts again around her feet. The fish in heraquarium swim in angry little circles, scales glowing red and black and allshades of dark. “Then by order of Queen Midnight, I’ll have to take both of youin.”

“We both know that’s not what she ordered.” Locke’s stillsmiling. He still hasn’t moved. The fire licks higher against his skin, burningcinnamon flooding the air as it singes his neck, Good Intent twisting with theflames and pushing them higher, brighter, these blue and white and brilliantyellow things.

Polynya’s steps falter, just for a moment.

Locke pushes onwards, “we both know she sent you here to killRed.”

he is sotired very tired just a little longer a little more

sometimeshe can talk her down

pleaselet this be one of those times

There is a moment, brief and so horrible silent, in whichPolynya looks as though her entire world has just been pulled out from underher. But then she is shaking her head, brushing the surprise off like a dogsheds water, and baring her teeth.

She hits FIGHT and Locke’s own HEART sings in response.Polynya says, “this is your last chance. Give him up and go home.”

“Fuck you,” says Locke. Red magic sparks around his fingers,and a bone-sword settles heavy in his palm. He’s still smiling. Protectionstill flares against his skin, but there’s Anger there, too, and beneath that,still, Forgiveness.

He takes a step forward

And

He doesn’t stop.

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writingwithadinosaur · 6 years

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“Lost Battle.” - Oneshot

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Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Word Count: 2,051

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: (TRIGGER HEAVY! PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION) Self Harm, Depression, Anxiety, Addictions, Negative Thoughts,

Summary: A bad mental breakdown leads you to lean into your addictions again, causing the downward spiral to continue. A oneshot that shows that support can mean the world to someone who has to focus on individual battles that add up in a massive internal war.

Author’s Note: This is a very selfish piece. My mental health has not been in the best shape as of writing this and it's been affecting my life more than I’d like it to. I wrote this in the middle/after breaking down on the phone to @witchymarvelspacecase the other night. I actually ended up using some parts of our texts in this story. This story is personal and what I wish could happen in real life after relapsing.

If you are struggling with anything, please reach out and talk to someone. Even just shooting someone a text message can be super beneficial in the end. And if you feel like you don’t have anyone, my messages are always open. <3

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- DreaSaurusREX

There was no way you’d be sleeping at a normal hour tonight. Just like how your sleep schedule had been for the past two weeks. Late nights, barely any sleep, and for no reason. You were tired, but your brain wouldn’t stop reeling.

You fucked up. You fucked up. Goddamnit you’re such a fuck up. Everyone else is moving along and you’re still stuck. You can’t even get up and shower. Goddamn piece of shit.

You needed to get up and shower. You needed to eat. You needed to clean. You needed to do a lot of things today. But you ended up trapped in your comforter for a majority of the day thanks to the jagged claws, and life-sucking fangs of your mind until it was close to midnight.

You spent all day in bed? Sure, you went up and got around a little bit today. But what progress did you make? You’re still a goddamn mess.

Negative thoughts like that shouldn’t get to you. You know they shouldn’t, but here you were: Laying in your bed, listening to those thoughts, trying to figure out what to do next that didn’t involve your vices: Painkillers and razor blades.

You had talked to Merlin about taking some time off for personal reasons after breaking one of your clean streaks the night before. He agreed to it, not bothering to ask any further questions, and pretending not to notice the bandage around your wrist.

Your boyfriend, Eggsy, was sent on a mission while you were on leave. He should be back home within the next day or two, but there was no way of knowing for sure. You knew you could talk to someone at HQ if you needed to, whether that be Merlin or Harry or one of the medical professionals they had connections with. But you already felt like enough of a burden to everyone in Kingsman.

Taking a week off because you can’t keep your shit together? Wow. And they picked you to be a part of Kingsman? You somehow passed the tests? How? Maybe you should just save them the trouble and just leave. They’d all be better off without you.

You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing at that thought. You felt the thought coming, but still didn’t brace yourself enough for the impact it caused. You sobbed into your blanket, feeling nothing but sadness and numbness.

Why couldn’t you be normal? Why couldn’t you get a grip on yourself?

Everything was a blur as you untangled yourself from your sheets and found the shoebox under your bed. You lifted the top off and found what you were looking for: silver kisses and painkillers.

You slid against the wall and found yourself on your floor, fiddling with the thin metal at your fingertips. Before your thoughts could get any louder, you pressed the blade to your arm and left a horizontal line in its path. Letting out a shaky breath, you leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes, focusing on the stinging sensation on your arm. Without even looking, you began to cut again and again. Soon enough, you had a collection of lines on your arm, all of them with beads of blood in different stages of coagulation, stinging as you moved.

Stinging. You could feel it. You felt the dried tear tracks on your cheeks. You felt the AC coming from the vent across the room. You weren’t quite as numb as earlier. You had hoped that this would have silenced or even lowered the volume in your brain, but it ended up doing the opposite.

Holy shit… You really are pathetic. Relying on this shit to help you? How the hell is slicing yourself open supposed to help you? And let me guess, you’re gonna down some of those pills to make you forget the damage you did?

Sure enough, you grabbed for the pill bottle and downed three capsules with some water. Wishing tonight would quickly end with some sleep. But then you thought of something new to set you off:

What is Eggsy going to think? Yeah, he knows about your stupid addictions, but just think of how disappointed he’s going to be when he sees this shit.

You felt the tears welling up again. Eggsy shouldn’t have to deal with this.

Staying in your leggings and t-shirt, you slipped on your shoes, grabbed your cardigan and purse, ignoring the blood that was staining your sleeve, then walked out the door with no actual destination in mind.

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Eggsy’s mission had gone unbelievably well. It was a quick and easy interrogation and take down. Letting him come home earlier than expected. As soon as he got off the plane, he met up with Harry and Merlin for a debrief before he could go home and see you.

Thankfully, the cameras in Eggsy’s glasses caught the entirety of the mission, so there wasn’t too much for the men to discuss. After Harry dismissed everyone and said goodnight, Eggsy walked to Merlin.

“Where’s (Y/N) at? Thought she’d be part of the meetin’.” He looked around the room once more to make sure he didn’t somehow look over you.

“She asked for a few days off. I gave her a week as of the day before yesterday.”

“Oh.” Eggsy was a bit confused. You never asked for days off. Even when you were obviously sick. There was one time you had managed to come into HQ with no voice and a killer cold for half a day, avoiding everyone until Harry saw you and sent you home.

“Has she been alrigh’? Everythin’ fine between you two?” Merlin spoke in a hushed tone as to avoid anyone else from hearing.

“As far as I know, yeah. Why? Did she say something to you?”

“Actually quite the opposite. She didn’t say much of anything. I am concerned though. I don’t know if it’s anything related to her asking for a break, but she had a bandage around her wrist before she asked for time off. And there is no record of her going to medical before leaving.”

“Shit!” Eggsy sighed. Eggsy knew exactly what happened. He had been there to see the aftermath of a few of your breakdowns that ended with breaking your clean streaks. But you had just celebrated 6 months of sobriety from both of your addictions. Which meant that this break could be more dangerous than the usual.

“I’ve gotta go! Be on call if I need help!” Before he could get the last word out, Eggsy was running through the doors, yelling for other agents to move out of his way as he raced home.

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There was a small pier at the edge of a pond that was always vacant. It was a 20 minute walk from your flat if you took shortcuts. You hadn’t planned on ending up there, but you were glad you did. It was calming. You sat at the edge of the dock, leaning against one of the vertical posts, laying your arm on one of the horizontal beams. The location was the perfect mix of city noises and soothing waters.

Once you were comfy, you brought your knees up and relaxed your carved up arm on top of them. You rolled up your sleeve a little bit to see the lines in the moonlight. You could still feel the stinging, but not as much as when it was fresh.

So what’s the plan now, dipshit? Yeah you’re feeling shit again. But what now? You’re just gonna try and disappear? You work with, and date a spy. You can’t just run away. He’s going to--

Before your thought could go further, you were crushed by two familiar arms wrapping around you.

“Fuckin hell!” Eggsy was out of breath and you could hear the panic in his voice. “Thank fuck I found you.”

What the fuck? He’s not supposed to be home yet? But… SEE! You made him worry! You fucked up again! This is why you will never be--

You felt to guilty. Sobs punched through your chest and tears poured out of your eyes. He kissed the side of your head and moved you into his lap. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his shoulder, letting every last ounce of tears you had leave your system.

“Shh.. It’s alright, luv. I’m here. Whatever happened, you’re not dealing with it alone. Shh… Please breathe, babe. Breathe with me, yeah?”

He took exaggerated breaths to help you catch on to the pattern, until your breathing started to get back to a semi-normal state. He leaned back and looked at your face. His hands gently cradled your cheeks, wiping away the tracks that your tears had left. He kissed your forehead before speaking again.

“Whatever’s goin’ on, it is not the end of the world. You have been in this position before and you made it out. And I’m not letting you give up. Not that easy.”

You let another couple of tears slide down your cheek only to meet Eggsy’s thumb. You leaned your forehead on his and took a shaky breath before struggling to speak with your raspy voice.

“I feel like a fuck up. Everything got to be too much. I was numb and didn’t even think before getting back on this shit… I thought I was getting better but--”

“But you are gettin’ better! Maybe not as much as you’d like, but progress is progress!”

“I relapsed. I broke both clean streaks.”

“Yes, that sucks. But you can’t be angry with yourself. Try to be patient.” He lifted your head so you could see his serious, but kind green eyes. “We both know how far you’ve come. And we both know how far you still have to go. And you won’t ever be alone. Not while I’m around.”

A small smile grew on your lips. The first real smile in a while. Eggsy grinned and leaned forward to leave a gentle kiss on your smile.

“I don’t know if there is really a way to ‘get over’ any of my bullshit.”

“Even if there ain’t, I’m always gonna be here to help the best I can. I love you, (Y/N). And I want to be a part of your life. All of it. The good times, the borin’, the frustratin’, the rewardin’, the worst. All of it.”

You didn’t have any more words to say. Instead, you leaned to his lips and kissed him. He kissed back, holding onto you as if you were going to turn into ash and fall from his embrace. Eggsy’s pocket buzzing broke your kiss. He pulled out his phone and held it to his ear, not letting his sturdy hold of you lessen.

“Yeah. She’s safe. … Mhmm. … I’ll let her know. Thanks for everythin’, Merlin.” Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he stood up and held his hands out for you to grab. You took them and relied on him for support until you got some energy back in your system.

“Merlin was worried about you. He may not show it, but he actually cares about you. More than he cares about me I bet!” You chuckled at the last part. “He just wanted to make sure I found you. He also extended your time off. You just gotta let him or me know when you want to come back and he’ll arrange it.”

“Thank you, Eggsy.”

“No worries, luv. Now, let’s go home, get cleaned up, and get some much needed sleep.”

Within an hour, you were in bed with Eggsy. Your back against his front and his strong arm draped over your waist, reassuring you that he wasn’t going anywhere. Your arm was cleaned and bandaged properly thanks to Eggsy’s help. Most importantly, you both were finally feeling the wave of exhaustion taking over, letting you both drift off to sleep.

As you closed your eyes, you began coming to terms with the fact that this was going to be a war, not just a single battle. And there would be some battles that you would lose. But you didn’t have to fight this war alone. And eventually, you would come out on top.

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katherinethedork · 6 years

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Telle

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Part two,, my masterlist

Pairing: PeterParker x telekinetic!reader

Warnings: Just a dash of swearing, also a lot of flufffff it’s just a lot of Peter being real cute

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You have telekinetic powers and are not ready for the world to see them yet.

A/N: Hey so I’m really excited for this number and I really love the idea, because if I were to choose a superpower it would be telekinesis or teleportation. So yeah. I hope you enjoy!

Oh also if you have any requests please send ‘em in or if you wanna be put on the taglist send me a message or an ask! Don’t be shy!

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As you lay in bed looking at your phone you lifted a few goldfish crackers with your powers and put them in your hand. I could really get used to this you thought as you shoved the delicious snacks in your mouth. You had powers. Freaking superhero powers. You had telekinesis and teleportation on your side. But these still were quite new for you. You had your powers for about three months now. No one knew about what you could do because you had to get used to them before anyone else could. Not even your best friend Peter Parker, who you knew was Spider-Man.

Trying to keep your powers from him was one of the hardest things you had done. Since you had almost used them as a reflex by now it was hard to keep them from him, especially when you two were at your house. You felt as though that was a safe space, even when he was around, but because of this new development, it wasn’t always the safest.

You were also planning for more than menial. You had come across a mugging one night when you were walking alone (which wasn’t the smartest idea since you were in a sketchy part of Queens) and you had thrown the mugger against the wall and held him there motionless as you stole the lady’s bag from his grasp and handed it back to her. She ran off very quickly with a quiet thank you. You stared the man down not knowing what to do with him

“What are you- you freak!” He had screamed at you.

It didn’t affect you much, knowing that his opinion didn’t matter because he almost just robbed a woman. At this point you realized that you had some of Peter’s web formula in a spray can in your backpack that Peter had given to you in case of an emergency. You decided to web him up so it looked like Peter had caught him. You stuck him to the wall as he screamed in protest, like a toddler having a tantrum. You walked away throwing your hood over your head to try and blend in with the night. That was when you decided that you wanted to be a superhero. Someday, not today though.

The problem with your teleportation power, and the reason why you didn’t use it that night, was that you could only teleport as far as you could see. And that would easily risk you being seen by someone looking through their window and seeing you flash in and out of existence quickly. You didn’t want to take that chance, even if they couldn’t see your face.

You had been scrolling through your recommended section on YouTube when you felt your phone vibrate in your hands. It was a text from Peter

I’m at your window. Open sesame.

You heard three small taps at your window as you slid off your bed. You slid back your curtains to see that wonderful spider-face that was Peter’s. His mask eyes widened as he saw you. You unlocked and slid your window up so he could crawl in.

“You’re still wearing jeans? It’s midnight Y/N!” Peter says while crawling through the window.

“Eh well I was too lazy to take them off. “ you say messing with your hair a bit.

Peter then slid his mask off and all you could see is pure allure. His brown curls pouring out of the mask as he took it off, his soft brown puppy dog eyes looking at you, and his perfect small smile directed at you just made you want to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him so very much, in fact. But that was another secret kept locked away, not because it’s practical for you to get used to this before anyone else gets used to it, no, no, no, you were scared of the rejection which you had felt before. What you didn’t know was Peter felt the exact. Same. Way. But how could you know that. You had telekinesis, not mind reading.

While you were picking up your jaw off the floor, you noticed that Peter had winced as he put his hand back down at his side.

“Did you get hurt? Dr. Y/N is in,” you say as you squat down to get your first aid kit out from under your bed.

“Yeah. This one guy had a knife and he swung at me. Wasn’t fast enough that time and I blocked it with my arm. It doesn’t hurt that bad though,” he said as he sat down on your bed.

“Alright,” you said as you opened the kit. Sitting right next to him on his hurt side, “Peter you’re gonna have to take off your sleeve I can’t help you if I can’t see the cut,” you knew that the only way to do that was for him to take off the top part of his suit. And you fully well knew that he wasn’t wearing a shirt under that suit. Oh well. Better for you.

“O-okay,” Peter said as he pressed the button on his chest to release the suit. He peeled the top part of his suit off, being careful with his hurt arm, and let it sit in his lap (he just sat on the pants part).

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you look at his defined chest. You had seen him with his shirt off many times before, but it gets you every time. You quickly look away as you point your attention at the cut on his arm.

Fortunately it was just a couple inches long and not very deep at all, and it wasn’t bleeding very much. The mugger had to have been the worst knife fighter ever to do this little of damage.

“This is... good. It’s only like two inches long and not bleeding a lot so we’re just gonna use two of these,” you say as you hold up two of the large band aids from your first aid kit.

You softly put them over his cut, laying them so they slightly overlapped.

“There you go!” You said getting up and sliding your first aid kit back into its rightful place and sitting back down next to him on the bed, then an idea popped into your head, “Ha HA sucks for you! You’re gonna have to peel those bandaids off and rip some of your hair off.” You said while laughing maniacally.

“Why you little,” Peter said while slightly smiling at you. He looked down at the floor as to conceal the smile that was slowly spreading across his face. You noticed that there was a deep blush that quickly crawled up his face as his smile faded into a look of nervousness. He threw his head back up and stared at nothing in particular. He put a hand on the back of his neck and looked at you helplessly.

“What?” You say worried you had left a pair of- oh no. You quickly whipped down your head to look at the exact point that Peter was looking at when you saw a pair of your underwear just lying there. Trying to embarrass you. You mutter oh shit under your breath and use your telekinesis to throw your underwear into your laundry basket. You panicked and looked at Peter hoping he hadn’t seen you use your powers. You trying to formulate an excuse for why your underwear had flown across the air and into your laundry basket without you touching it once. Fortunately, he was staring at the ceiling clearly more embarrassed than you, for some reason. You sighed in relief and that cued Peter to change from looking at the ceiling, to looking at you.

He quickly realized that he wasn’t wearing a shirt and he pulled on his suit and clicked the spider button. The suit formed to his body and Peter put his attention back to you. You returned the eye contact that most would consider wasn’t exactly the most “friendly”. It was practically you two gazing like star-crossed lovers. Not wanting to, you peeled your gaze away from his and held a blush that glowed bright on your skin. You awkwardly laughed just to lighten the mood and let Peter know that he was okay.

Peter started fidgeting with his mask as he said, “Alright um I’ve- I’ve gotta go, May is gonna get home soon and she was working a late shift so she’ll probably expect to see me and she’ll probably bring dinner and she’ll get worried if I’m not there and—“

“Peter,” you cut him off in a calm voice, knowing that he would probably freak out if he got too far talking to you about this, “it’s fine I know it’s late. I get it. Go.” You smile at him, hoping he would ease a bit.

And he did. His shoulders dropped slowly from a stressed point to a more relaxed point. He returned the smile.

“Alright, you ready to swing off into the sunset Spidey?” You say, picking his hand up as you stood up off of your bed.

“Well it’s a little late for that, but sure.” He said following me to the window, a smile permanently plastered on his face. You pulled him into a hug and he gladly returned it. You couldn’t figure out how he was so warm, even though he came in from the outside and was shirtless for most your encounter with him. You pulled away and smiled at Peter again. You couldn’t help it. He always made you smile.

You turn to face your window and slide it up , letting in a gust of cold air. Peter pulled on his mask and faced you once again, just to get one last glance, but then he turned away and looked toward the fire escape outside your window.

“Sayonara Y/N,” he said climbing onto your fire escape.

“Adios Peter,” You said waving him goodbye as he webbed a nearby building and swung off into the (not really) sunset.

“God, I fucking love that boy.” You say out the window to no one.

What you didn’t know was that it wasn’t no one who was listening.

A/N: Okay post-production, wow that took me forever to write that, but I really liked how it turned out. There was a lot of fluff and I love it. Thanks for reading!

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acidmatze · 6 years

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In this together [1]

So.. I said I would maybe write some self-indulgent Dabi x Reader stuff and I did and because I love attention I will post it here now. There won’t be any specific update times or anything I just update when theres something to update. This is mainly stuff I wrote for myself to feel better but I figured that I want to share it. So suggestions are welcome.

Since it’s intended as a pick me up there will be barely any plot nor will there be much angst. A bit might pop up here and there given the setting of the thing but it will be quickly resolved. Also due to the setting triggering themes might come up but I will tag them as such and also mark the passage in which they occur so you can read around them.

The setting basically is: You are currenly living in a rehabilitation facility since you got diagnosed with [Redacted]. You have settled in quite nicely and found some friends. However, due to some fights things haven’t been the same and you hope that the New Guy can change it.

And now the room next to yours was empty again. To the left of you, when standing inside your room facing the door. To the right was Izuku's room. Next to his Todoroki's. Opposite of yours Tsuyu's. You moved here three months ago and since then to the left of you was some guy you barely ever saw. Or heard. He moved out and you never learned a single thing about him. And tomorrow a new guy will move in, your group was told.

Your friend Twice, living on the above floor, knew him apparently. Said he was a great guy and all and just recently got out of jail. Drug dealing or something, nothing too horrible. Maybe also broke someone's jaw but that was some time ago already.

But now it was time for breakfast.

Tomura, a guy in your group who lived at the other end of the hallway was already in the kitchen and angrily stared at his plate Seems like he didn't sleep again. You on the other hand slept quite well. The weekend was spend by watching movies with Twice mostly.

Todoroki seemed awfully tense. During the morning assembly when the head of the clinic was talking about how your group gets a new “patient” tomorrow he winced on his chair. He also didn't say anything during breakfast. It was normal that he was somewhat withdrawn and silent but normally he would say what is bothering him. But nothing today.

He didn't appear to occupational therapy, only to tell the supervisor that he has a migraine and will be absent.

You absent-mindedly filed around on the piece of the tree trunk you wanted to paint a picture on. You got the idea from Kirishima who burned a picture into another tree trunk piece for the herb garden in the backyard of the rehabilitation facility.

But before you could start the actual drawing process you needed to get it smooth first. Which was boring. The last two times you were lucky enough to have Todoroki to chat with, who was glueing rhinestone pieces as a mosaic onto a small glass. He said he would later put a candle in it. Tokoyami walked in with lots of Acrylic paint tubes in his arms.

“I was told you might need those soon. Gonna paint something?” You pointed at the tree stump. “Yeah as soon as its smooth. I wanna hang it on the wall of my room.”

Tokoyami nodded. “I like that aesthetic. It has a Victorian touch to it.” You had no idea if he just made this up or was right. And you had no reception here in the basement to look it up. So you just agreed. “Exactly. Victorian era inspired.”

Todoroki was absent during lunch too. One of the guys who only came here for the therapies and lived in his own apartment and Tomura got in a fight about Final Fantasy.

After ten minutes Tomura got up and walked in his room. He wanted to dramatically slam the door but its a fireproof one that closes on its own. Even if he would have wanted to slam it, shortly before closing it would have slowed down and then slowly fall shut. A few moments later you could hear him passive aggressively play Need for Speed Most Wanted. His cheap speakers made Disturbed sound horribly tinny.

If Twice was here he would have yelled at Tomura for being such a disgrace.

After lunch you helped in the kitchen instead of Todoroki. Tsuyu thanked you whole-heartedly since today more pots and pans were used to cook than usual. Which means more dishes. Which means less time to clean everything before the therapies started again.

Tsuyu had to be downstairs for occupational therapy and you had to go to the living room for social skills training.

Which was boring. And now as the day was ending you really started wondering how the new guy would be. The atmosphere got chilly over the last few weeks and many fights had broken out between the patients. Or occupants. Whatever someone would want to call them. You preferred to say Occupants.

Maybe someone new could bring some stability into this mess. You missed spending the evenings together in group 3's living-room. They had the biggest one so mostly you would sit there until midnight with some others watching movies or playing Playstation but after all those fights lately you never got a group together.

Kirishima's football group also got disbanded because of this. Normally, he and some others would meet every Wednesday and Friday after dinner and go to the football field down the block for a few hours. That was no more. Kirishima and Bakugou went alone now mostly.

It all had started after Izuku took over the storage room where the mineral water was kept. The girl who was in charge of it for literal years moved out and now that was Izuku's job.

He quickly noticed that bottles where disappearing. He gave out full crates to everyone but somehow almost never got full crates back. He talked about this one morning during assembly and that was how the fights started. Everyone accused the other one of stealing the bottles to exchange them for money at the local store. Bakugou even threatened to beat up Shinsou because he thought he was the one stealing them. So far it was still unclear what happened to the bottles. They were still disappearing but now slower than before.

And then he arrived.

You were sitting in one of the armchairs on your group's hallway and played around on your phone.

The main entrance door slammed shut. You expected someone to come back from a smoking break.

You heard Twice yelling something and someone answered.

“I'm not even in your group I just wanted to say hello and welcome to my bestest friend. Also I hate you! Please rot in hell forever.”

Yeah that was Twice, alright.

The glass door opened and in stepped Twice accompanied by a really tall lanky guy about your age, maybe a bit older in all black and a Korn T Shirt. He looked a bit intimidating with all the burn scars and stuff.

This was the new guy?

“Yo, Y/N! Say hi to my good pal Dabi!”

“Uhm.. hi”

You were still intimidated but nevertheless got up to shake his hand. He was in your group after all. And would live right next to you.

“How's it going? I'm Dabi.”

“Y/N”

“Cool.” “Yeah.”

You stared at each other for a few seconds.

Twice clapped his hands sarcastically.

“Wow what a great conversation you're having. You both suck!”

Dabi cleared his throat.

“Yeah... well.. Where can I put my shit? I get my own room, right?”

Twice pointed at you.

“Why don't you ask Y/N? Ah by the way, who is his buddy?” “My... what?”

It was time for you to explain the basics.

“A buddy. Like.. someone who shows you around and explains to you how stuff works here. Everyone has one for the first few days here.”

“Cool. Who's mine?”

You chewed on your lip. He will probably not like the answer.

“We couldn't find anyone, to be honest. But if you want I can show you around. First you should go and get your key though.”

Dabi sighed.

You led him down the hallway to the secretary's office.

She gave Dabi his keys and the schedule for this week.

“What's this for?” He pointed at the schedule.

“Well.. so you know when you have to be somewhere. Breakfast is at 8.15. If you're late someone will wake you and it's not pleasant. Then we go upstairs to the morning assembly. And it seems like you have nothing to do in the morning yet. But occupational therapy in the afternoon today. And tomorrow too.”

Izuku walked past you two. Upon seeing Dabi he paled a bit and walked faster.

“Oh great, everyone's afraid of me. Have they never seen someone with scars before?”

After showing him the entire house you were happy to be back in your room. During the tour you ran into Kirishima who just stared at Dabi, Bakugou who wanted to kick him for some reason, Tomura who was in the living room and immediately slammed the door shut and Tokoyami who complimented his shirt.

You heard Dabi slamming his closet door and cursing under his breath.

You had no idea what to think about him. His voice was pleasant. Calming. Absolutely in stark contrast to his looks.

But he also was a head taller than you and looked like he could break a tree in half.

You noticed that it was weirdly silent outside. Normally the kitchen crew would be shuffling around, cooking and stuff. And Tsuyu was known for putting on some music while cooking. But you heard nothing. Maybe it was time to invenstigate.

#my writing #dabi #dabi x reader #this isnt betaed #also my brain doesnt want to work so it could be complete and utter nonsense

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ofstarsandvibranium · 7 years

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Back Then

Fandom: Star Wars (High School Reunion AU)

Summary: You and Poe somewhat had a thing in school, but it never really went anywhere. When you both graduated and went your separate ways, you both regretted not doing anything about it. Now you see each other again at your school’s reunion.

A/N: I listened to Never Had and I was inspired.

You and Poe swayed side to side to the slow love ballad. His hands on your hips and your arms around his neck. His forehead rested on yours and you both stared into each others. You both felt the unspoken love for each other, but did you ever act on it? No. And now tomorrow you two were going to graduate and go your separate ways. You to Stanford and Poe to the Air Force. So you two just enjoyed being in each other’s arms at the school’s good-bye party for the graduating class.

You tried to lean forward to press your lips to Poe’s but he pulled back, “We can’t, Y/N.” His voice hoarse and broken.

Your eyes that were filled with love turned into eyes filled with sadness, “Poe,” you begged.

Poe shook his head and kissed your forehead, “I’m sorry.” He turned his back and walked away.

The next day, you didn’t see Poe until the end of graduation. He was posing with his dad as Ben’s dad, Han, took the picture. Poe’s smile faded when he saw you, teary eyed. He excused himself from his father’s hold and made his way to you.

He pulled you into a hug and you sobbed into his shoulder. You two embraced each other tight as Poe tried to give you soothing words, “It’s okay. Ssshh. You’re going to be okay, Y/N.”

He slowly pulled back and wiped away your tears, “I’m not worth the tears.”

You shook your head, “Poe, I l-”

“No, don’t say it, please. Don’t make this harder than it already is.” Poe’s voice cracked as his own eyes started to water, “Tomorrow, I’m on my to becoming a pilot for the Air Force. And you’re going to go through your summer forgetting me. You hear me? Promise you’ll forget me.”

You shook your head again, “I don’t want to forget you.”

Poe hugged you again and whispered, “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead and walked away not looking back once.

10 Years Later

You sighed as you stared at the school’s invitation to your ten year reunion. Time has really passed. Ten years ago, you graduated from high school. Ten years ago, you said good-bye to your first love.

You picked up your phone and called Rey, “Hello?” she answered.

“I got the reunion invitation today.”

“Told you they didn’t forget about you. So are you gonna go?”

“I-I don’t know. What if he shows up?”

“Then he shows up. And whatever happens, happens.”

You frowned, “Wow, you’re such a good friend, Rey.”

You heard her chuckle on the other end, “I know. I’m the best. But anyway, I’m going and so is Finn. So you could stick with us throughout the whole night, whether he shows or not.”

You sighed, “Fine. I guess I’ll go.”

Poe stared at the reunion invitation that sat on his coffee table. He’s been staring at it for a good twenty minutes. His thoughts were all jumbled and he was confused as to what to do.

Poe stood up and went to his refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of beer. He popped the cap and took a long swig. He went back to the couch and sat down taking another swig. He set the beer next to the invitation and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He then pulled out a tattered picture of you and him. It was from the senior sunrise event. You were wearing his hoodie and on his back smiling. Poe was bent over mid-laughter.

Poe made you promise to forget him, but he never forgot you.

What if you were going to be at the reunion? What if you didn’t recognized him? What if you had a boyfriend or was married? What if, what if, what if?

Poe groaned as he scratched his head. He gave out a long sigh then said, “Whatever.” He grabbed a pen and checked the box and inserted it into another envelop and sealed it. Now he couldn’t change his mind.

The day of the reunion was here and you were a mess. It felt weird being back at your high school again. Everything looked the same, but felt different.

You followed everyone towards the gym where the event was being held. You approached the table at the entrance to see your old classmate, Kaydel Connix. When her eyes laid on you, she smiled wide, “Y/N! Hi! Glad you could make it!”

You shrugged, “Why not, right?”

Kaydel chuckled, “I know what you mean. Anyway, here’s your name tag. It has your table number on it. So go ahead and put that on and then mingle!”

You smiled back at her, “Thanks, Kay!”

You entered the gym and say that it was decorated with streamers of your school’s colors. There also was a banner on the makes shift stage that welcomed your class.

“Y/N!” You turned to see Rey and Finn sitting at a table waving at you. You gave a breath of relief as you made your way towards them.

“Hey, guys.” You gave them a hug, “So what’s up?” You saw that there was one seat left at the table, “Who else is sitting with us?” You saw that each seat had a name card, but you didn’t see one in the empty spot nor for your seat either.

Finn shrugged, “Don’t know. There’s no card there. Don’t know why you don’t have one either.”

You shrugged, “It’s whatever.” You looked out into the separated groups of people.

Rey nodded and gave Finn a weary look that you didn’t notice. Then you heard someone sit into the chair next to you with an all too familiar voice, “Man, Kare sure has ch-” the person stopped mid-sentence and gulped, “Y/N.”

You spent a couple seconds blinking making sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you. Then you cleared your throat, “Poe.”

Poe looked at Rey and Finn, “Uh, hey, Finn. Let’s check out the food.” Rey said scrambling out of her seat and pulling Finn along with her. That left you and Poe alone.

You looked down into your lap and played with the hem of your dress feeling Poe’s eyes on you, “It’s good to see you, Y/N.” You nodded, not saying anything. Poe’s shoulder fell, “Listen, Y/N-”

“I have to use the bathroom,” you blurted out and you immediately stood from seat and rushed towards the restrooms pulling Rey from the food.

Right when you ran away, Poe started hitting his head on the table over and over again, “Stupid. Stupod

As soon as you entered you pulled Rey in, “What the hell! A warning would’ve been nice!”

“Sorry!”

“Did you know he was coming?!”

Rey bit her lip and nodded, “Yeah.”

“REY!” You shouted.

“What?! We knew you wouldn’t come if we told you Poe was coming.”

You shook your head, “I’m leaving. It hurts too much to see him” You made your way to exit, but Rey put her body against the door to prevent you from opening it.

“Please, don’t leave, Y/N. It’s good for you two to see each other. It could possibly bring you closure. Something you both need.”

You scoffed, “I highly doubt he needs closure. He was the one that didn’t want to give us a chance.”

“You don’t know that.” You tried to leave again, but Rey stopped you once more putting a hand on the door, “Y/N, please. At least stay for another hour. Once that’s up, you’re free to leave.”

You gave out a frustrated groan, “Fine!” With that Rey, moved her hand and you exited the bathroom with her right on your tail in case you decided to bolt.

You both made your way to the table again and Poe wasn’t in sight. You gave a big breath of relief. Maybe he decided to leave early anyway.

“I’ll get us some food.” Rey said as she parted ways with you and you went to sit with Finn back at the table. He had two plates of food and he was stuffing his face.

You giggled, “Starving?”

Finn nodded and swallowed, “Yeah. Haven’t eaten in hours.”

You laughed again and Rey set a plate of food in front of you. You nibbled on the pasta and chicken that she got and swayed to the music. It then faded and there was a second of dead silence before the DJ spoke into the mic, “Sorry folks, but there’s a former classmate of yours who’s requested he’d perform for you all. Hope you enjoy.”

Poe walked onto stage holding a guitar and you heart started beating faster. He settled onto a barstool seat and adjusted the mic. He smiled, “Hey everyone. I’m Poe Dameron if you guys didn’t remember. Uh, it’s great seeing you all again. Especially a certain someone.” He looked in your direction and you started to blush, “I wrote this song for a certain someone the summer we graduated. And I never sang it to anyone,” he cleared his throat, “until now. So I hope you guys enjoy.”

He began to strum the guitar, a pleasant melody coming from the speakers. After a couple of measures, he began to sing:

I've been gone for.. so long now Chasing everything that's new.. I've forgotten how I got here I've not forgotten you.. We were just children, with our eyes opened, and You were all that I could see You came close enough to know my heart-beat, but Still not close enough for me.. Through the good times and the bad You were the best I never had The only chance I wish I had to take There was no writing on the wall No warning signs to follow I know now, and I just can't forget You're the best I never had..

Poe had his eyes closed as he poured his heart out into the song, but your eyes were focused on him and only him. Your eyes watering at the words. Na, na, na In this motel Well pass midnight When I'm bluer than a bruise.. You come drifting in, through the half-light In your funny yellow shoes.. I hope that's you standing, at my doorway; That's the scratching of your key And I hope this song I'm singing Someday finds you My letter to Elise

Through the good times and the bad You were the best I never had The only chance I wish I had to take.. There was no writing on the wall No warning signs to follow I know now and I just can't forget You're the best I never had Na na-Na na na Best I never had Na na-Na na na Best I never had..Mmmm

Poe gave the guitar a final strum and let the note fade. He opened his eyes and thanked everyone. The group applauded him as he exited offstage.

You stood up once again, “I need to get some air.” You told Rey then bolted for the door.

Poe walked up to the table and saw that you weren’t there, “Where’d she go?” he asked in a dejected tone.

Rey pointed to the door, to get some air. Poe nodded and immediately ran for it hoping you weren’t leaving.

As he exited the building he saw your figure running towards the football field. He ran as fast as he could to catch up to you, “Y/N!” He cried out.

You heard him, but you didn’t want to stop. Tears freely flowed from your eyes. You ran until you came face to face to a fence. You looked from left to right to see that there was no entrance. So you decided to climb it. You didn’t get very far, because Poe grabbed you and pulled you down.

Your instincts kicked in and you started hitting him. You were filled with so much anger and sadness, “Let go of me! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

Poe wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his embrace. You sobbed into his shoulder and clung onto him, “It’s okay. Ssshh. You’re going to be okay, Y/N.” The situation felt all too familiar.

You pushed him away and slapped him, “No! It’s not okay! You can’t just come back and sing that to me! You’re the one who never gave us a chance!”

You tried to walk away, but Poe grabbed you, “I know and I’ve regretted it for ten years, Y/N!”

“I lo-” you choked on your words, “I loved you, Poe! And you just left me! You broke my heart!”

“But I came back! I’m here standing in front of you!” He stepped forward and rested his forehead on yours, “Gimme another chance,” he whispered, “I loved you then and still do.”

You closed your eyes and continued to cry, “What if I’m not the girl you fell in love with? What if I changed?”

“Give me a chance and I can decide that for myself.”

You nodded and Poe softly smiled as he planted a kiss onto your forehead, a feeling you didn’t think you missed, “I missed you so much, Y/N.” Poe whispered.

You pulled back and looked into the eyes of your first love, “I missed you too.”

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #star wars #au #high school reunion au

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