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bakubros-boo-thang · 3 years

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Thirty seconds: Cameras & Caramel

Bakugou x ‘model’ reader

Warnings: cursing, sfw, mentioning of body type

Quirk: Stopping time ( limited time and limited amount of people)

Summary: When your roommate kinda pushes fate at your doorstep you end up in bed with Bakugou. That wouldn’t be so bad, except for the pervy director, the spotlights and the fact that you are definitely not used to model. Atleast you can make sure you get your 30 seconds of peace....

Art by : Chocalicia

Bakugou hated these types of things. He knew that being a hero on the rise meant that he had to grow his fanbase. He HAD to be known. He had to show up at random places, on billboards, in magazines and on tv. Not just for the live broadcastings if his fights, but also in random commercials.

He hated those commercials most. With magazines it was just a picture, a second of pretending. With commercials you had to pretend for longer. Professional models were at least professional about it, but those aspiring ones were trying so hard to get more out of the shoot than just a paycheck. They probably went into the shoot just for him. It would be a lie if he never ended up next to a stranger because of that. He had a busy schedule and sometimes he was touch starved. Those moments were the only moments his “work” and private life were combined. The rare private life he had.

You on the other hand had no idea what you were up to. You never wanted to be a model, so you weren’t. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. When searching for a “plus-sized” model in the middle of Tokyo you -a foreigner- stood out and when asked for a one time job, you had politely declined until your roommate had said: “You are here for that once in a lifetime moment, get out of your comfort zone, fuck the insecurities and experience that moment”. So here you were. Wearing a sleeveless top and black sleeping shorts. Laying in a fake bed, on a fake set, bright spotlight hurting you eyes and with a blanket only covering your ass and barely covering your boobs (which looked nude bc of the illusion). Since your friend pushed you to do this, she was the one who did all the talking. You just knew that you were supposed to lay like this, act shocked by your male counterpart and needed to smell his perfume. Something about “Comforting and sexy.” It was a stupid catchphrase. You had been living in Japan for a couple months, studying quirks.... you had only chosen that major, because of your own struggle with your quirk and had no real goal with the study, but the chance to finish up the course in Japan was something you couldn’t pass up. Since Japan was the country with the most development of quirks, it was the perfect choice. You worked a part-time job as a barista on the side and you couldn’t complain. But when you saw him you definitely wanted to complain. The first thing you noticed was the spiky blond hair, then his red piercing eyes and since you didn’t want him to catch you staring at his abs, you decided to use your quirks. The room was filled with eight people including the two of you so it wasn’t that difficult to do. And so you just paused everyone. You knew that you could only keep it up for thirty seconds at most, but in those seconds you could take a good look at him. At the bored expression he had, the way he was only wearing low hanging jeans and those rock-hard abs. You had barely fifteen seconds left to just readjust yourself one last time, trying to ignore your insecurities and give yourself the ultimate poker face, you laid in the position. Time went back on an nobody seemed to have noticed the missing seconds. Bakugou definitely looked slightly confused, which didn’t stop him from walking towards you and yelling to no one in particular: “Let’s get this shit over with, I have things to do.” He didn’t even acknowledge you. “Okay let’s get this thing right in the first take. Bakugou you just came home from a long patrol, you walk over to your s/o who is all curled up in bed and you give her a kiss on her cheek, she wakes up smelling your neck and realizes that you still smell like our cologne. She pulls you towards her and then it’s CUT, since we need to keep this safe for work right? We will film the solo clips of you after this scene. Ready? ACTION.”

Bakugou walked towards you. His face looked kind, maybe even loving in some cocky way though. Confidence was more the right word. You quickly close your eyes knowing you have to be ‘asleep’. 20 seconds later your eyes still haven't opened up, Bakugou was supposed to kiss you awake right? “DUMBASS WHY AREN’T YOU DOING YOUR DAMN JOB.” You couldn’t even respond, he scared you with the way he talked, of course you had heard of him. The hero with the terrible temper, but still experiencing it first-hand kinda sucked. “I... I... I didn’t....” The director cut you off. “CUT, let’s try it again.” Bakugou had already gone back to reshoot the scene. “ACTION.” He walked towards you again. This time you knew the camera would only focus on your face when he ‘kissed’ your cheeks, which he wasn’t planning on actually doing. You didn’t know whether it was him being respectful or him hating you, but it really annoyed you so you decided to give him a little payback. As he faked kissing your cheek you decided to use your quirk and pause only him. You didn’t touch his lips. You did however smell him. He didn’t smell like that disgusting cologne. He smelled like sweat and something burning. A light caramel smell. It was intoxicating. You had forgotten that you had only paused him, so the rest of the crew saw Bakugou standing over you with pouted lips not moving at all. When you realized that you were still pausing him, you quickly released the quirk and here he was all flustered, confused and definitely annoyed at himself for losing his cool. You felt a little guilty, but on the other side this was his payback. No one said anything about the rising hero’s pouted lips though, not wanting to trigger the hero’s anger. “Let’s just try it once more. Action.” Before Bakugou walked back to his starting point he whispered “ err... sorry for acting so creepy. I... I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” Now you DID feel horrible. You had to make sure this take worked out.

He walked over to you and actually kissed your cheek. You let go of all your insecurities, ‘Opened’ your eyes and you smiled at him with a smile full of love (mostly due to the fact that you were still intoxicated by his smell and of course his good looks, and maybe that apology did kinda make him seem... likeable), you once again smelled his neck which was far from punishment and the rest was just natural to you. Pushing your hands over to his neck and pulling him in felt amazing. Seeing him lay next to you felt even better and even he couldn’t help but to give you a tiny smile. Probably because you were radiating so much happiness. (Which was definitely not because you were such a good actor). “CUT. This was perfect, there is just one little thing I want to add, but give me two minutes before I explain. You can stay in your positions.” Bakugou looked at you. Just now noticing the way you looked naked. “Are you comfortable like that?” He asked. “Err... not really, but probably because this is my first time doing this.” He clicked his tongue “Tsk you’re not a model?” You shrugged “Nope just a regular barista who’s roommate forced her to end up in this weird commercial for err... cologne right?” Bakugou chuckled, “Yeah goddamn awful cologne.” You couldn’t help but agree. “They made me smell a tester, you definitely didn’t smell like that, fortunately.” He raised his eyebrow “How did I smell then, extra?” But his “extra” didn’t sound as threatening as it usually sounded in the fight videos on his Youtube page. It sounded more like a dare, but before you got the chance to explain the director already started explaining his new idea. “ I know we are not supposed to do anything not safe for work, but sex still sells, so we will just plant a seed.” He couldn’t help but give you a pervy look that made you feel sick to your stomach. “Only thing you two should do is end up under the covers, that's it. Action!” He continued.

“WHAT THE HELL, DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GO UNDER THE BLANKET WITH HER?!” Bakugou screamed. It wasn’t supposed to hurt. You barely knew him, but still hearing him get so angry for having to look at you and sharing that small space with him, definitely did hurt.

“Bakugou, why are you being difficult?” The director sighed. “ Look how you made her look, this girl has never been on a set and you already made her lay nude under a blanket, expecting me to go under that blanket. I’m not a FUCKING PERVERT GODDAMIT!” He was looking so angry, but you had to tell him. You slightly tapped his shoulder. “WHAT?!” He screamed. “Err... Bakugou...” You lifted up the blanket. “I’m not naked.” You couldn’t help but notice the quick scan he gave your body. You couldn’t blame him, especially since you had done the same. “Oh well, still you shouldn’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable with.” You gave him a tiny smile. “Don’t worry I trust you, it’s only for a second right.” He couldn’t help it. You intrigued him. The way you made him forget what he was doing (literally), the way you were sooo out of place, but still seemed to enjoy your time here and the way you just talked to him. “Alright let’s go then ACTION.” And the crew just knew Bakugou’s “action” was just as valid as the director’s.

You continued with the loving looks. Bakugou’s smile was a lot bigger than before, “He can really act.” You thought to yourself. And while you were still holding his neck in your arms, he grabbed the blanket and put it over the two of you in a swift move. Now you were surrounded in the dark. The only thing you could see were his red eyes. “Thanks for making me feel at ease today Bakugou. It was nice of you being cautious whether you should kiss me. Err... I mean kiss my cheek.” You stammered quickly, knowing that this conversation could only take a few seconds. “ No problem Dumbass. I’m still cautious though..” his face was closer now. “About what?” You let out. Feeling butterflies in your stomach, feeling your breathing stagger and your hands getting sweaty. “About whether I should kiss you right now. You’re probably too nervous with everyone around right?” How had he known that you wanted to kiss him? You felt humiliated, but still you had a ace up your sleeve. “Don’t worry about that, I already paused everyone.” You said with a smirk. “WAIT A MINUTE, you DAMN extra were the one to pau...” but he couldn’t finish his sentence. You had already put your lips on his and he had already forgotten all about his anger. That day you found out that you could use your quirk to a much longer extent than 30 seconds.

Authors note: Just a quick story I came up with. Hope you enjoyed it and would appreciate a reblog💚

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atalho-s · 3 years

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Light Up The Dark

Part 1 | June

pairing: bartender!tom x famous!reader

warnings: some smut +18 (in this particular chapter it’s nothing TOO explicit, but miniors be aware), swear words?, drinking, let me know if anything else!

words: 4.9 k

summary: y/n is a famous horror writer. Her books are on the lips of the people and her face is on all the magazine covers of promising young people.

She has just moved to Los Angeles, the city of celebrities and luxury, when she starts to get a writer's block as she starts writing her newest book. A way to distract herself and seek inspiration leads her to have her destiny mapped out with a simple waiter named Tom who has a delicious british accent.

What happens when her inspiration comes back only after she spends a night with him and she only manages to write after being in the company of that guy she just met? Maybe he'll become her newest addiction.

a/n: english it’s not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistake! this is a series i started writing a while ago, i hope y’all enjoy :) the reader it’s from brazil here, but you can replace from any country you want lol And obv i’m not from LA and never been there, so if i say something out of reality it’s bc of that 😂

"June arrived at the restaurant, sat down near the bar and looked around vaguely. The strange people's faces made her think better and maybe drink a shot of tequila too.

She opened his folder with the horrifying photos of the mysterious case. She felt sick to her stomach.

People said that by then she should have been used to see this kind of thing, but that was repulsive.

She wish the nightmare she had the night before was a way to solve that puzzle, but believing in the afterlife now wouldn't help her... If...If..."

- Damn it... - Y/n slammed her fist on the table. - Writer's block sucks. - She said and took the last sip of her tea.

It s been a week since she couldn't write anything. She would write maybe two paragraphs, maybe even three if she got lucky, but she always ended up erasing it, because she always turned into something meaningless or too cliche.

Damn the time she had promised to deliver something to her editor by the end of the month. But she hadn't counted on the lack of ideas when she agreed to that.

She got up from her chair in frustration and crossed her arms, pacing, as if her creativity had gone out for a walk and she was waiting impatiently for it to come back.

Why had she agreed to write a new book in the first place? She didn't need money. Their previous four books were already making huge profits, and they were going to make a new television series based on one of them.

So why writing another one? Maybe because, she had been having too many nightmares lately. Many family and friends told her to see a psychologist, see if she didn't have some hidden trauma. But looking for a psychologist? Admitting your weaknesses and personal things to a stranger? Never. That would be horrifying.

Writing helped. Transferring his fears to pages was hers gift. When she wrote she didn't have nightmares, didn't see things, wasn't sad. It was like a drug, a calming medicine.

Maybe fame was also making her restless lately. She hated being the spotlight, being the magazine cover of promising young people. She hated to see her name highlighted. But she loved having readers, yes. She loved when someone felt good reading her books or in the good sense of the word: terrified by her stories.

At the height of her 25 years, he never thought her books would become famous at that point. She had always enjoyed writing since she was a child, but working with it was just an unattainable dream. Until, at age 19, she quit her hideous job as a hotel receptionist and decided to publish her first story.

Obviously there were many rejections, until a publisher agreed to publish their work. From then on, her books became more and more known. They called her the new horror genius, the mystery queen, and sometimes even "Stephen King's lost daughter."

She didn't think it was all that. But she accepted the descriptions gladly. No wonder her books didn't come out of the top spot on the best sellers.

Another thing that motivated her to continue with that story, was a phrase from her own idol mentioned, Stephen King: "good stories are those that stay in the head for a long time". And God only knew how that story had been with her for far too long. She always wanted to put it down on paper, so here she was trying to put into words what her head brought up as random thoughts.

But now she was having one of his first creative blocks. Obviously she had already had it with previous books, but nothing as frustrating as this one. She had been trying hard for days, which was exhausting.

She looked at the clock on the wall: 11pm. Who knows if she took another break before starting writing again? Maybe it would help to come up with more ideas.

She thought about watching a show or movie, but he wasn't in the mood. She looked at her long polka dot pajamas under her favorite warm robe and snorted. Go out? On a Thursday night? On a cold night? No way.

But what if it helped her have more writing material? Watching people on the street really helped. If June, the character in her book, was in a bar, maybe if she went to one too it would help to have something to build on.

Writers did it all the time. Describe places that already existed, situations similar to which they lived. So, it wouldn't be new. Maybe she'd even put the location in her tribute if helped she got out of her creative block.

She took a deep breath and went to take a shower. It was decided, she would go out. She put on her best jeans, a Ramones T-shirt with a leather jacket. It wasn't a fancy outfit, but she didn't intend to go somewhere fancy anyway. Her stylist would have been dying to see her now, but she didn't care one bit.

She went out pressing the bottom of the elevator. Y/n had lived on the top floor of a building for 2 months, right in downtown Los Angeles. Sometimes she didn't even know why she chose to live there, she hated the big city and what came with it: paparazzi, celebrities, crazy people who feel superior, wealth and luxury. She came from a humble family, so she always felt like an outsider.

Y/n arrived downstairs and left the condominium calling a taxi that was passing in the street just in time. She walked in and closed the door, crossing her arms, trying to ward off the cold.

- Good night miss, where are you going? - the driver asked looking at her in the rearview mirror.

- Good night... Actually I don't know, do you have any suggestions for a bar around here?- she asked looking out the window. She didn't even bother to look for suggestions for places nearby.

- Well, it depends on what you're looking for... Something luxurious or something fun? - He said and a smiled played on the corer of her mouth. Luxurious was the opposite of fun indeed.

- Something fun, of course.

- So, I suggest the new Seven Devils bar, it's less than 20 minutes from here... - he said.

- Interesting name... Could be. - She said shrugging.

- The name is kinda creepy, but the place is cozy and welcoming, I went once. - the driver said starting and entering the street that was practically empty for being a weekday.

- Cool... - Y/n said looking at the city lights through the window.

After nearly twenty minutes the taxi stopped in front of what appeared to be a small door with a security guard in front of it. The neon sign indicated the name of the place, it seemed a mysterious place for those who passed by without knowing it.

- Thanks. - Y/n said handing the driver the money.

- You're not the Y/n Y/l/n? I didn't want to say anything, but I'm a fan of you, I love your books, they help me pass the time while I wait for passengers. - the driver asked turning a little with one of the Y/n books in his hand. - Could you sign this for me?

- Sure! - Y/n spoke excitedly taking the book from his hand and leaving a message along with her signature. - Thanks for the tip of the place. Have a good night... - She said opening the door.

- No, thank you, have a good night miss. -he said and she smiled closing the door and the taxi left leaving her alone looking at the door in front of her.

She approached the security guard who wished her good night, giving her room to enter, after she showed her ID. Y/n entered a little afraid of what she would find. The door behind her closed and she looked around. It was really cozy as the taxi driver said, it had a part with several tables, which were a little empty and a bar with stools around. The place had a good atmosphere, one of those that people go there to meet and chat with friends, in the background there was a kind of pop song that she wasn't sure if she knew or not.

He slowly approached the bar and sat down on one of the stools. A woman with several tattoos appeared behind the counter and came to serve her.

- Good night! How can I serve you?- she asked with a smile.

- Good night... Hm... Maybe a martini? - Y/n said taking a look at the drinks on the shelf behind the attendant.

- Okay, I'll be back with your order, anything else?

- That's it for now, thanks. - She replied smiling and the attendant walked away.

Y/n kept looking around, watching people, maybe looking for some inspiration. Something that would turn the key in his mind. Many who were there were in groups of friends and were talking animatedly, laughing. Some young and some older, in suits and ties, perhaps coming out of work.

Until one guy in particular caught her attention. He wore the black uniform with the name of the place, with an apron tied around the waist of the same color, and was picking up some glasses from some empty tables. He had dark brown hair slicked back and eyes the same color, very expressive and large. A boy's face from the outside, but on the inside had a mysterious and confident air.

He balanced a tray full of things with an greatest skill in one hand and smiled at some people, he seemed charming because everytime he left a table he left people whispering and giggling embarrassed behind his back.

He walked over and entered the bar placing the tray behind the counter, came close to the other attendant who already had the Y/n martini ready and she could hear him talking, soon realizing he had a perfect accent.

- Sally, you can leave it to me, go take your break. Whose martini is it?- he asked taking a look around.

- Oh thank you, my feet are killing me. It's the girl over there. -she said indicating Y/n with her head and he looked at her, making Y/n realize that she was staring at him for too long, so she looked away embarrassed.

- Okay. - he said looking at where Y/n was sitting and stopped in front of her with the glass. - Good night miss, here is your order. - He spoke with a british accent. Only at that moment did Y/n realize that his accent was well loaded and God only knows how much she loved that accent.

- Oh yes, thank you very much. - She said raising her eyes to look at him and smiled then he blinked with one of his eyes and gave her one more look, before going to deliver another order to a man who was sitting a few benches away.

Y/n felt a shiver all of a sudden, that boy had made her legs a little weak and she didn't really know why. I mean, he was handsome, very handsome and he had a special charm, but it wasn't that much, was it? Maybe it was because it had been a while since she'd dated anyone. When was the last time? Two months ago? Since she had moved in she hadn't gone out with anyone, she had locked herself in her apartment and was writing like crazy. She didn't have time to go out, not even with her friends when she was working on a new book. Which brought them dissatisfaction from time to time, not just because she didn't hang around with them, but because she didn't even go out on one-night stands.

She never been the one that going out with a guy just for sex, she had to have some good first dates and maybe she would take him to see her apartment or go to his apartment. Friends of hers thought she was too old in her spirit, but what can he do? If she couldn't be bad girl once in a while. For a moment she thought, "For this english guy I would be" but shook her head away from the thoughts. She went back to analyzing him, dammit why did he have to be so fit? She could see that the T-shirt he was wearing highlighted his muscles that were only left to her imagination, she found herself biting her lip a bit and snatching her martini off the counter, taking a big sip.

The attendant approached again, drying some glasses with a towel, and took one more look in her direction where she looked away quickly making him smirk. He stopped in front of her again, bracing her arms on the counter, making her swallow hard. He didn't know why she was so nervous, he was just a guy, no biggie.

- I like the shirt. - He pointed with a smile, which made her think he had a beautiful and endearing smile. She looked down and then looked at him smiling too.

- Thank you... Ramones is everything... - she said and drank the last sip of her drink placing the empty glass in front of her right after. - Can you serve one more?

- Sure...- he said, still smiling, took the bottle and filled his glass again. - Trying to distract yourself on a thursday night?

- Yeah... you could say yes... - she said taking another sip. - Have you worked here for a long time?

- In fact, it's been almost six months since I moved to the United States and I've been working here for four months. -he said putting the towel that was in his hand on his shoulder.

- Hm... You're from London?

- I am, wow how did you find out? - he asked raising an eyebrow playfully and she smiled.

- Yeah, your accent really doesn't give out anything ... - she said and he gave a low laugh making her have more goose bumps.

- You also have a different accent, have you lived here for a long time? - he didn't know who she was, which was good. But it also wasn't like she was recognized all the time, despite her face being on magazine covers, she was still a writer, so she was only recognized by those who liked to read or who vaguely remembered her face.

- I was born in Brazil actually, but I've lived here for years, lived in another city for almost five years and now I've decided to come to Los Angeles two months ago...

- I see ... - he said organizing some drinks that were on the counter. - Do you like it here?

- More or less... It's a busy city, isn't it?

- Yeah, it's not for anyone. - He said shrugging. - I like it, I like the rush, but the glamor part really isn't me. - the attendant said and she smiled.

- You're right... I mean, I don't like the glam too much either... - She looked away at her nails.

- What do you work with? - he asked and she looked at him again.

- I'm a writer...

- Nice! What do you write? - He asked curious looking at her with attention.

- I write horror and thriller books.

- Interesting... I would never read, actually I'm not much of a reader anyway, but I wouldn't, because I'm terrified of those things. - He said crossing his arms and she laughed.

- Oh, it's not that terrifying, it's just stories. - She said leaning her elbows on the counter.

- Still, I prefer to have my good night's sleep intact. - He said and she laughed making him smile looking at her.

When she was about to say something, a customer signaled for him and he excused himself going towards the man who was furthest away.

Y/n sighed. She still didn't have any new ideas about her story, but she was entertained by that conversation. She liked not being recognized, she liked him not being interested in her books, for a moment she felt oblivious to anything, liked feeling disconnected from her world.

He returned shortly after and they started talking again. They talked about bands, movies, superficial celebrities and even politics (an important topic in Y/n's vision, who was very firm with her ideas, thankfully he had passed the test). She found out that he was the same age as her and that he moved to the US to look for something that would give him money or a perspective on life, ended up getting that job and intended to stay until he found a different area. The hours passed and they kept finding subjects to give their opinion or questions to ask each other.

- Did you go to college? - she asked after a while.

- No, I don't think I'm smart enough for that, or have the patience. What about you?

- Everyone is smart enough. I started going to business school, but I dropped out when my books started to pay off...

- Wow, your books should give you a good amount of money to be able to drop out of college and dedicate yourself to them...

- Yeah... You could say that. - She shrugged.

- You know looking at you closer like that...- he said getting a little closer and she held her breath for a moment. - I've seen you somewhere...

- Really? - She said raising her eyebrow and drinking from a straw, now with a different drink.

- I don't know, you're not strange to me... - he said putting his hand on his face thoughtfully.

- Well, I hope it's from somewhere nice. - She smiled and he smiled back looking at her. - Do you have a girlfriend or are you married? - Y/n asked and regretted a little, what was she thinking? He wasn't married, as he didn't have a ring on his finger as she'd noticed. But what was her intention by asking that question? She didn't even know, she just knew it had escaped her.

- Neither darling. - He replied smiling a little mischievously and she felt butterflies with the way he called her by that nickname and with that accent. - How about you?

- Neither ... - She replied avoiding looking at him, those eyes hypnotized her and she didn't like to feel at his mercy of a guy she had just met. She took the cell phone disguising but paid attention to the time. - My God, it's already 2:00 in the morning! I completely missed the time.

- I think the company ended up distracting you. - He said still not taking his eyes off her and she felt her cheeks heat up.

- Yeah, the chat was really good... But I have to go... - she said getting up.

- If you wait I can take you home, I'm already leaving, the bar is already closing. - he said and Y/n looked around seeing that some waiters were already collecting some things from the tables.

She thought for a moment, take a ride home with him? It didn't make sense, she had just met him, but at the same time she had enjoyed talking to him so much. He didn't seem like a bad person, but even so you would never know for sure. At the same time she never took any chances, why not let that pretty boy take her home? Finally, she thought: you know what? Screw this.

-Erm, ok...- She shrugged. - I'll go to the cashier to pay and wait for you outside?

- No need to pay darling, it's on me. - He spoke winking and she smiled.

- Oh no, I'll pay no problem...

- Your company has paid off your debt, it's ok. - He replied and she took a deep breath rolling her eyes.

- If you insist...- she said giving up.

He came out from behind the counter and motioned for her to follow him, arriving at the front door where the security was.

- Tuwaine, you can let her pass, it's on me. - He told the big guy and he looked at the english man, sawing his eyes suspiciously and smiling right away. Making Y/n laugh inside.

- Meet you outside? It will only take a few minutes - the attendant said and she nodded, leaving in the cold night.

She leaned against the door with her thoughts. She had come here just to get inspiration and to have her creative back, but she was coming home with an english guy. She didn't even recognize herself anymore, but to say she wasn't anxious (in a good way) was a lie.

She was lost in her thought, until minutes later he came out wearing a denim jacket, which made him look even more handsome.

- Let's go? - He said and she followed him to an old car parked right in front of the bar.

He opened the door for her to get in and she thanked him by sitting in the passenger seat, pulling on her seat belt as he closed the door. He sat down next to her right away, also putting on his belt.

- Hey, before we go: I didn't ask for your name! If you're going to take me home at least I have to know that- she asked realizing that she didn't even know that yet and he looked towards her smiling.

- Tom Holland. - He said stretching his hand. - Nice to meet you.

- Y/n Y/l/n- she said, squeezing his hand. And you can't deny that she felt butterflies in her stomach as she felt her skin on hers.

- Your name is not strange to me, I must have read it in one of your books in some shop window. - He said starting and leaving with the car.

- Yeah, who knows ... - she said and he turned on the radio leaving the volume low.

They were exchanging a few words until she indicated that they had arrived at the building where she lived. Tom parked and looked up in a daze.

- Wow, you really have money... - he said and she took off her belt turning towards him.

- A little bit...- she replied crossing her arms. - Well, thank you so much for the ride...

- You're welcome darling. - He said turning his eyes to her. Again that nickname that sounded perfect on his lips.

She turned around, but when she was about to open the door, she turned back to Tom, who was leaning with one hand on the steering wheel and watching her with attention. The next words escaped her again and she was afraid she'd regret it.

- Tom, do you want to come in? - She spoke still holding the door and the boy smiled.

- Sure ... - he said taking the key from the ignition and she shook her head slightly leaving.

He followed her and they entered the building. Tom looked at everything admired which made Y/n smile a little to herself. They entered the elevator and she pressed the penthouse button causing him to raise an eyebrow.

- You really must be a great writer. - he said and she laughed.

He leaned his back against the elevator wall, putting his hands in his pocket and looking her up and down, making her shy. He kept looking at her and it was making her nervous.

They were silent until the elevator opened after a while and they got out. Y/n put a password on the door and it swung open with a small click, she took held the latch and motioned for Tom to enter.

After the two of them entered she closed the door again behind her and watched Tom standing further on, looking around.

- Nice apartment...- he finally said.

- Thank you... - She leaned against the table at the entrance. She didn't know what to do next, maybe it had been a bad idea to bring him here. Why was she so impulsive that night? -Tom, I don't know why I invite you in, sorry...-she said a little nervous looking at her feet. He turned towards her, approaching and stopping in front of her.

- Are you sure you don't know? - He asked and she raised her head, seeing those brown eyes. She bit her bottom lip watching him closely. Damn he knew how to hypnotize her. He took another step and placed a hand on either side of her on the table, cornering her - Your body says otherwise, love... - he said softly feeling her breath hitch slowly and approaching his face to hers, alternating the look of your eyes to her lips. Y/n found another nickname that was perfect when he say.

He finally closed the distance by pressing his lips to hers. His lips were soft and warm, as if they were meant to be kissed. She returned the kiss willingly and when she laced her fingers in his neck, he licked her lower lip slowly asking for passage in which she opened them letting his tongue explore her mouth.

His hands gripped her waist and roamed her body greedily. As he kissed her, he caught her from behind her legs and sat her down on the entrance table, biting her bottom lip shortly after, provoking a low moan from her. He smiled against her lips and trailed kisses to her neck, attacking her skin with desire, making her throw her head back a little.

She grabbed his hair and pulled him back so she could kiss him. Which he gladly reciprocate. His kiss was urgent, but without being rude, he tasted like mint, making her want him even more.

His fingers found the button of her pants and he undid them quickly pulling them out, tossing them aside. When he came back he took her calf and kissed her leg up to her thighs, making her sigh. He moved up the kisses until he caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it up a little, kissing her stomach as well. Y/n didn't know what to do but feel goose bumps with every touch he gave. He then hiked up her shirt and she lifted her arms where he pulled her off, tossing along with her pants that were also on the floor.

She was just wearing her underwear in front of him, it made her a little excited and embarrassed at the same time, but the way he looked at her made her feel confident. He went back to kissing her body, this time kissing each covered breast in turn and reaching for the back of her bra and opening it. She helped him out tosiing to the side and he stood between her legs just watching her for a second, making her feel her cheeks heat up.

- Perfect... - he said with a low voice, as it was for himself and bent down to her breasts kissing each one of her nipples and then sucking them deliciously. Y/n moaned and bit her lip to keep her moans from getting louder, tangling her fingers in his hair again. He looked into her eyes for a few seconds and smiled slightly lowering his kisses to where she wanted him most.

He reached the hem of her panties and pulled them out slowly, kneeling between her legs and she looked at him with expectation. He returned the look and gave that smirk again.

- Look at you darling.... - That damn nickname. - Extremely wet and I haven't even touched you yet... - he said approaching and devouring her right away making her throw her head back with pleasure, biting her lips again to not sound so pathetic with her moans that insisted in wanting get out. - Oh, please don't drown out those wonderful sounds you make, I want to hear how good I'm making you feel. - He said in a husky tone, returning to his task after and she parted her lips letting her moans spread through the apartment.

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Y/n woke up the other day in her bed. She didn't even know how she got there, she just had flashes of the night before and how good she felt in each moment. She stretched and looked to the side seeing she was alone. She got up and put on a robe who was on the side of the bed.

After going to the bathroom and doing her morning hygiene routine she walked around the apartment looking around to see if Tom was somewhere else in the house, but found nothing. Which was understandable, it wasn't like she expected him to stay there and have breakfast with her and all.

She arrived in the kitchen and made black coffee and lean against the countertop. What that simple waiter had done to her was ridiculous, in a good sense, she felt great and kept remembering that accent that was stuck in her mind. He had consumed her in a way she had never imagined it she could be.

Taking a deep breath she set down turning her notebook on. Then opened her book and started writing.

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honeypirate · 3 years

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Made of Sunlight

Tokoyami

Tokoyami x Fem!Reader with Similar Quirk!

quirk is she has a quirk partner that is almost identical to her but she is made out of the light of the sun, her quirk is almost like the opposite of Dark Shadow. The idea for this quirk I got from this post

Tokoyami x Y/N

Dark Shadow X OC Kira (quirk partner)

Warning: only lightly edited

“Kira I know. I see them. You know you’re not supposed make so much noise” your quirk and partner huffs before blending into the light around you. Your eyes follow the boy with the beautiful feathers and his shadow partner as he finds his seat in the class, you stand by the door, waiting for the teacher to crawl out of his sleeping bag before you enter the room.

“Who’s that?” Dark Shadow whispered into his ear when you finally walked inside, “she must be new. There’s something about her. I like her” Tokoyami watches as you talk to Mr. Aizawa, your kind eyes and smile making his heart race. He senses something, something is different about you, he has to know.

“There is an open seat next to Tokoyami and Dark Shadow, don't make too much noise. I’ll give you the first day tests after your classes, meet me at the training field outside at 3” you nod and then look over at the boy you had eyed before, the one Kira had made a fuss over. You felt her stir, fluttering about and making your back tingle. You willed her to calm down and keep her emotions in check.

“Hi” Dark Shadow whispered as he popped his head over next to you, making you chuckle, and Kira swoon against you. You tried to keep your expression calm but you were really annoyed she couldn't relax just because she thought the shadow was cute. “Hi” you respond, Kira echoing it in your head ‘hi hi hi hi hi’ you lean around Dark shadow and make eye contact with the boy “Hi” you say to him and he clears his throat “Hi, I’m Tokoyami, welcome to our class” “I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you Tokoyami.” you reach out your hand and when he takes it you both feel electricity run down your spines “I hope I can sit next to you this whole time.” you add and his eyes widen for a second before Aizawa starts the class.

“This is Y/n L/n. she will be joining our class from today on. She just moved here from America and against my judgement she has been placed with us in the middle of the year. Everyone be nice to her.” and with that he launched into his lesson.

At the end of class you found yourself surrounded by new faces, you learned their names and immediately connected to them all. “Are you moving into the 1A dorms?” a nice girl named Mina asks and you nod “my stuff should be getting moved over now. I’m on the fifth floor, room three” the nice frog girl with the green hair, Asui, smiles “that’s next to my room, Yaoyorozu is also on that floor” you grin “perfect! I hope we can be good friends!”

Tokoyami watches you as you talk to the girls, the other guys around him talking about how cute you were and speculating what your quirk was. He couldn't help the way his heart would race every time you would look around the room until your eyes fell on him, he wasn’t always glad he had a bird head but he was in that moment, because you couldn't make him blush on the outside, you only affect his heart.

“So your quirk is similar to Tokoyami’s except your’s is with the light and not the shadow.” you nod as you use your quirk to blend the light around Kira, making her visible to everyone now and not just you. She flicks her hair and it glitters with fractured light “yet she makes me hide away” she says dramatically with a huff, hoping she could get some sympathy from the teacher but she was dreadfully mistaken. “We’re going to run through these tests and if you fail you’re out of my class” you gulp, but nod once, getting into the right mindset as Kira sighs, rolling her eyes, before nodding and squaring her shoulders.

“You passed, barely. You’re free to go. I’ll have make-up tests for you from what we covered at the beginning of the semester, they won't be due until the end of the semester but you will have to do them” you nod once and then he turns and walks away, rubbing his eyes.

“I dont keep you hidden on purpose. It just takes a lot out of me to hold your form” you say through pants as Kira fades back into the light, blending into invisibility. “I know. I know. I’m you so i know everything. I just like to give you a hard time” she pats your head and you chuckle before walking out towards the new dorms.

“So that’s why she was different” He says from his spot at the window “she is beautiful” Dark Shadow adds beside him “the light hurts you if you don't remember” Dark Shadow sighs, sounding like a lovesick creature “it doesn't hurt me per say, it just makes me weak, which she already does” he drones and Tokoyami rolls his eyes. “Don’t act like i don't know how the human girl makes you feel, i know your thoughts” Tokoyami just ignores Dark Shadow as he gathers his things up from his studies, maybe he’d offer to show you around the dorms or something, either way, he’d talk to you somehow. Probably. If he could get the guts up for it.

After getting back to the dorms, Mina and Asui take your hands and show you around, giving you the grand tour. When they get to your room you find a collage of decorations that spelled out your name on your door “aww that’s so cute guys!” you say and Mina squeals, “just wait!” she says and then she opens the door.

Inside is all the other girls and a few of the guys, one you think is called Deku and the other was the boy with many arms, he must have moved the furniture around. He looked sheepish and sweet. You look at all of their smiling faces before you realize that your boxes were unpacked and your bed was made. You gasp and look around the room with wonder, they had even decorated. “Guys” you whisper and blink away tears “this is so nice. This means so much to me you have no idea” your eyes land back on the group of kids and Mina steps forward “we’re glad you like it, we thought you might be mad but we wanted to do something to welcome you. We left your clothes packed though” you laugh “okay. Thank you. Really. I wasn’t looking forward to unpacking. And you decorated!” Yaoyorozu steps forward “I hope you dont mind, but we added a few things from our rooms as well” she points out the wall behind you and you turn, gasping again and going over to it, a collage of different things from them, little pieces of their personalities, pictures and posters form their rooms and a few from the others here.

One poster in the middle catches your eye “this is AMAZING! Is this the rare all might poster from the-” Deku cuts you off and steps forward “yes! From issue 234 of the” you finish the sentance with him “heroes of the world magazine!” you laugh with him “thank you! They dont sell that magaizine in america, i only read about it online.” he scratches the back of his neck “it’s no problem, i have two” you gasp “You have TWO OF THEM?” Mina laughs “he has more than that you should see his room” she gasps and grabs Ochakos hand “we should show her our rooms too!” “wait!” you shout and they look at you, you grin “did you guys find my star stickers?”

Every room you saw you rated, extremely generously because it was fun, and gave their door a colored star sticker.

Mina- “12/10 and a gold star. I LOVE the pink! 3 red stars for that because I don’t have pink”

Ochako- “12/10 and a gold star. I feel really comforatble here. Very Homey. 4 blue stars because blue makes me feel like home for some reason”

Yaoyorozu - “100/10 because omg girl your bed is a dream. Three gold stars for that bed alone” she blushed, she was a little embarrassed about it before but now she feels glad.

Jirou- “19823429347/10 are you KIDDING ME? You’re so badass Jirou! Maybe if you have some time we can jam out sometime, i’m decent at the guitar. Let me know” you smile and place every color of star on her bedroom door as she blushes in the corner

Hagakure- “I love the cherries! And the stars! This is so cute! 11/10!” she claps when you place gold stars on her door

You go through the boys rooms, fangrling over Deku’s and placing red, blue, silver, and gold stars on his door.

When you get to the last room on the list, Tokoyami, they all make excuses and try to bypass it, saying it was too dark and scary to see again, but on your way back to your room you shake your head, what could be so bad? Kira whispered to you and you nodded, sneaking back and knocking on his door.

“Hi” you say when he opens it a crack. “I was wondering, could I see your room? Everyone else showed me theirs and i was curious what made yours so creepy” he looked you over once, before Dark Shadow pulls the door open the rest of the way “come on in! Hey where's your friend?” you furrow your bows as you’re herded in the room by dark shadow “he means your quirk partner” Tokoyami says as he faces away from you, embarrassed that everyone thinks his room is scary.

“Im right here!” Kira says but she doesnt show up, the darkness drowning out any powers she may have had alone. You chuckle and concentrate the last of your energy, pulling light from the open doorway and his purple lamps to build her form better, “it’s not that i hide her, her form is just made out of the light, so it’s harder to keep her visible. Tokoyami, Dark Shadow, this is Kira.” as Dark Shadow and Kira talk about their lives being attached to someone, you look around Tokoyami’s room as he just stands awkwardly.

“Your room is SO cool” you say softly as you gawk at his decorations, you’d keep your room like this if it wasn't so hard on Kira “look at this!” you exclaim as you hold up his skull decoration with glowing red eyes and he chuckles in shock, you were so cute, so bright and bubbly, literally made out of sunlight, and you liked his room? He was so intrigued by you. “This is the skull of Yorick, the king's jester” you say in a dramatic voice and then giggle as you set down the skull and look at his other things. His heart was beating out of his chest, how were you so perfect? And WHY WASN'T HE SAYING ANYTHING?!

You make your way slowly around his room, your hand running along the edge of a cape that was on the back of his desk chair, you point to a poster in the middle of his collage, a band that you listen to often “is that from their last tour? Did you go?” He pops out of his head band takes a step towards you “no I couldn’t go, unfortunately. They’re my favorite band” you beam at him and he feels his heart pop out more butterflies that flood his veins “they my favorite too! We should go to a concert sometime together, if you’d like” yes. You have killed the resident bird boy. “I/ I - uh - I - *Tokoyami brain go:@•#[*“ Dark Shadow and Kira move closer to you guys “he's trying to say he would really like that” Dark Shadow says, patting Tokoyami on his back as Kira giggles. Tokoyami brushes Dark Shadow away

You feel a little dizzy and Kira flickers for a moment before fading “sorry I’m just at my limit. Mr Aizawa goes hard” you laugh and Kira sighs dramatically. “Are you okay? The dark probably doesn’t help. Maybe you should go” Tokoyami forgot about his nerves and shyness, just for a moment, now worried for you.

You laugh “the darkness makes it harder for Kira but I’m okay with it. But I should go I don’t want to impose” when you get to his door Kira says goodbye to Dark Shadow, and he hands her a small piece of paper and you turn to Tokoyami, who’s watching the exchange a little confused “it’s for our collage in our room, Mina and the others gave us some things to make it feel like home, posters and pictures. Thank you for showing me your room,” you place your hand on his arm gently “no matter what anyone says it’s a freaking amazing room, not scary at all” you smile warmly and he feels his tongue get thick in his mouth, his palms start to sweat, “th-thank you” he nods and then panic flashes through his eyes “wait!” He says before you turn and he walks back into his room, grabbing the poster you commented on and handing it to you “for-“ he clears his throat “for your collage” you beam up at him, excitement on your face and on your voice “really? You don’t have to! It’s your favorite! I couldn’t-“ he chuckles, and a surge of confidence finds him, finally, as he says boldly, albeit a bit shaky from his nerves “I insist. I’ll get another when we go to a show together” a soft sound of elated shock escapes your throat, one that he really liked hearing, as you gaze up at him “thank you, Tokoyami”

After his door closes you place a gold sticker on it before walking away “What did he give you?” You ask Kira “this drawing!” She shows you a small piece of paper with a quick pen drawing Dark Shadow made of him and Kira. It was adorable honestly. You chuckled softly as she sighed like she was love sick.The next day you find the picture hung up by your mirror, on its own special place Kira chose.

The next few weeks flew by, you spent all your free time studying and having Yaomomo tutor you so you could turn in all your make up work in the first month, hoping to make your way on Aizawa’s good side, which by the nod he gave you you’re pretty sure it worked. To celebrate Mina suggests a movie night at the dorms and everyone, even Bakugou who you haven’t even spoken to once, agreed, which honestly shocked you.

You put on a pair of cotton shorts and a big sweatshirt before grabbing a soft blanket and heading downstairs, the smell of popcorn hitting you before the elevator doors opened. “Hey y/n! Do you like scary movies?!” Mina asks as you enter the kitchen area. “Yeah I do! Are we going to watch one?” Half of the kitchen sighs and Mina laughs “it was a tie that you just decided!” You laugh “sorry guys” you scratch the back of your neck before Mina grabs your hand, dragging you to the couches and pulling you down next to her.

“So do you like anyone yet? It’s been a month, do you have any eyes on any of the boys?!” She asks excitedly and you chuckle as a few other girls come over “Don’t get me started!” Kira exclaims, making the girls laugh as you structure her form “Dark Shadow is just dreamy” she swoons as Dark Shadow waves at her from across the room.

“And how about you y/n? Do you like Tokoyami maybeeee?” Hagakure’s singsong voice makes you laugh “yeah, he’s really kind, and very interesting. But my plan is just to wait and see if anyone likes me, before i make up my mind” “ARE WE GOING TO START THIS OR WHAT?” Bakugou shouts as he walks into the room, making everyone chuckle and Mina pop to her feet “OKay guys buckle up! It’s a scary one tonight!” Mina gets it set up and then takes her place on the floor on her stomach, the place to your right staying empty.

“Dark Shadow wants to sit next to Kira” Tokoyami says while avoiding your eye contact shyly and you smile “of course!” you pat the seat and he sits beside you stiffly, nervously “but Kira is too bright for the movie so if you want i can make her like a shadow in the dark, the opposite of light.” Kira is one step ahead of you as she pulls a little power from you to phase herself as someone puts out the lights “now SHUT IT” Bakugou shouts again as the movie begins, ominous music filling the room.

“No no no” you whispered under your breath as the guy in the movie ran straight down the same path the murderer was on, you put your hands in front of your face, looking through your fingers as the music gets even more intense. The moment you see the knife moving your body is turning of its own volition, into the shoulder of the boy on your right, a scared gasp leaving your mouth.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly and you nod into him “is it over?” you whisper back, and he nods “yeah” you chuckle and move your head up to meet his eye “sorry, Tokoyami” you go back to watching the movie but the action is repeated every time someone dies, soon your hand finds his under your blanket that had got tossed over you both and Hagakure to your left. He’d squeeze it every time the scene ended to let you know it was over, you felt your heart race every time.

When the movie ended you stayed there, holding his hand under your blanket as your friends crawled around the couch to discuss the craziness of that movie, “i did not expect that the killer was actually the aunt of the boy’s friend he lived with in college, total TWIST”Mina talking absolute nonsense as you chuckled, Hagakure leaning against you “but that fireman was so handsome, i need to look that actor up online.”

Tokoyami was talking to Todoroki on the other side of the couch, where he was sitting on a table chair, Tokoyami explaining the strange twist that Todoroki didn’t understand, absentmindedly squeezinng you hand every once in a while as he spoke. Your thumb brushes against his and he remembers that he’s holding your hand. My god, he’s holding your hand. How did he get so lucky.

Kira had a form again, comforting Dark Shadow about him being scared when the house was on fire. your heart felt warm, you felt truly at home in this small, second family, you had made at school, you were truly lucky to be having these experiences.

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argumentl · 3 years

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 10 - Stir caused as Don Nomura uploads a photo of his father, Nomura Katsuya's corpse.

K: This is Dir en grey's Kaoru, starting another episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san, Tasai san, welcome.

J, T: Thank you *1

K: Can we have the topic for this episode, Joe.

J: Yes, 'Don Nomura uploads a photo of his father, Nomura Katsuya's corpse to Twitter. Twitter is on fire with calls to delete it.'

Well, the former baseball manager Nomura Katsuya died on the 11th of February, and the photo of his corpse...Well, we say its his son, but they are not related by blood right? Its Nomura's wife, Sachiko's son (*from a previous relationship*). Well, anyway, they are family right? He took a photo of the corpse (*at the funeral*) and uploaded it to social media. Many voices have been raised saying it looks scary or creepy, so 'please delete it'. Well, how should we think about this? It was a theme which caught my interest.

T: In Japan, we don't generally do that, do we?

J: We don't. Even with the death of close relatives, we don't tend to take photos, do we?

T: Right, we don't take commemorative photos with everyone gathered.

J: No, we don't. I think we tend to give the deceased more of a solemn send off. But I have lived in America for a little while, I mean, not all American's are like this but, you could say for Christianity, they have quite individualistic funerals. Also, when they say goodbye, they sometimes kiss the corpse and so on. Thats normal, and some people even take photos, but the circumstances might change if someone were to upload a photo to social media for all to see. Kaoru, how do you feel about this?

K: Well, lots of people can see it, so maybe its ok to bothered about it...but i don't really mind. I mean, its his relative, it might be different if it was a stranger...but he's not just some wierdo. Well..I have a feeling its....????*2

T: I've covered Noumra san while I was a sports journalist, and when I was shown this recent photo, in my heart I thought..hmm, his face looks nice, he looks at peace.

J: I see. Well, opinion is very divided on this, but another thought I had about this one photo is...For a while I was chief editor for the magazine Days Japan. Its a photo journalism magazine, and it quite often included war photos. And in that case, well, for war in the middle east etc, the bodies of people who had died were visible in them, so there was a lot of debate about whether or not we should run them. At that time, one line that we took was that, for example, we would not run photos of people who had died in natural disaters, but in relation to war, we thought we must think about why it happened, and that the bodies might hold a message in relation to that. Obviously, we avoided very grotesque photos, but we did run numerous photos of bodies for this reason. Another thing I also conversely thought is, well at this point I don't know if movies do this, but there is a documentary movie called, 'Utanohajimari', I went to see it recently and was quite surprised. At the beginning of the movie, there is a birth scene, and there was a message warning viewers about the scene, that it wouldn't be censored. It was written that you will be watching it uncensored. So I thought, oh ok, but at the same time, in relation to birth and death, the two biggest events in a persons life, the start and the end...in this country we can't quite express ourselves freely. Its essentially a culture of trying to hide these things...I vaguely thought about this. We can get whatever information we need to live our lives from all sorts of places, and if we don't have that we are seen as falling behind. But, as humans we need to think about why we are here, why we die, where did we come from, where are we going...well, its getting a bit philosophical, but we are living in a comparatively blinkered fashion in this respect. If you upload a photo like this to social media in a country where this type of thing is always concealed, you don't know if they is gonna be a kind of allergic reaction to it. In music and the arts and stuff, there are themes of death, and other things that we should be thinking about, but I think community in this country is missing these expressions....I mean, this photo is not intended as a work of art, is it, Nomura san's body? Ive kinda thought about that.

K: I thought so too, you don't see it often do you? There was that...???*3

J: Ah, yes yes

K: There was a lot in that. Compared to that, this is..

J: Well, its true, in this country birth and death aren't exactly 'taboo', but we deal with it....Well, we are not a particularly religious country, so maybe that has something to do with it.

Kami: As for me..

J: Oh, he's here.

Kami: I saw that photo, the photo of him wearing his uniform, and I was moved.

J: Oh he was moved.

Kami: Mmm, I though 'Ah, its Nomura san', and like, 'Oh, The Swallows (*baseball team) .

J: I see. Instead of Rakuten, right?

Kami: No instead of the Hawkes where he got a triple crown. Like, he was greater when he became a manager. Like with Yakult. He kind of raised those teams.

K: He was worldly.

T: If he'd been wearing Hanshin or Rakuten uniforms it would be a bit....right?

K: Yeah. He'd say, 'No, not those!'.

J: I really think so.

K: I think Nomu san had great power with Hanshin and Rakuten. Later Hoshino san also had a lot of success, but yeah, think Nomu san had great power.

J: He made them, right? The base for a winning team.

K: But of course, the Swallows...

J: Yeah, whatever you say, Nomu san was there, and raised Furuta. At that time, we didn't know how far the word 'ID baseball' would go.

T: Thats right.

J: I think its amazing how that penetrated the world.

Kami: Its amazing how he got a triple crown as a catcher. But he didn't really boast about that during his active years. People are thinking of the Swallows when they see him in uniform now right? Thats what i imagine anyway. He wasn't like 'Look at me!', he was more like one of the team. I feel it deeply, I feel the art.

J: Certainly I think it has that kind of message. By the way, do you become a god after dying? How does it work? Are you born a god? I've always wanted to know this.

Kami: Gods? Gods are there from the start.

J: Oh from the start? You are born a god?

Kami: No, we're not born, we just are.

J: Oh its like that?

T: Thats complex

J: I see, thats deep.

K: They already are, right?

J: Yeah

Kami: Gods don't have a beginning or an end.

K: Wow

J: Is that so?

K: I want to try saying that.

J: Right. ..He hasn't even proved once that he's real though.

K: But it means you must be around for billions of years.

Kami: Its not billions of years, iｍ ever-lasting.

K: Oh, again.

J: Out it comes. He came out with that.

Kami: You guys just can't understand it.

K: No, we can't, not at all.

J: He always says it in a really cool voice too.

T: If i said that to my wife, she would laugh at me so much.

J: 'Im ever lasting too'.

*K laughs*

J: She'll usually say 'whats wrong with you?!'

This is really terrible. So, Kami, you don't die, you are not born?

Kami: Yeh, im timeless.

K: But you have an hourly wage, right?

*J laughs*

J: He has no concept of time but he works for an hourly wage!

Kami: Yes, thats right.

J: He's so stupid.

T: An incredible god.

J: I mean it. A god who needs money, like he needs to eat.

K: Its realistic right?

J: Yes, realistic.

K: He drops in just like that, doesn't he.

J: Im thankful for him...Well i have some sympathy for him, he's ever lasting, but he still has to eat, and earn a living. I don't know if im thankful or not thankful.

Kami: Thats why people call me a cheater.

T: He worries a lot about getting called a cheater.

K: We hear it a lot though.

T: Right, its hitting him where it hurts.

J: He says it everytime, I think if effects him a lot. But like Kami says..wearing a Yakult uniform...right?

K: Yeah

J: And his face looked really peaceful. I think perhaps, living in this country, we are a bit too indifferent towards birth and death.

K: There were probably quite a few young people who have never seen this kinda of thing before, so they won't be used to it if they are seeing it for the first time.

T: Its quite a complicated feeling coming into close contact with death or a dead body like that. When my relatives, or my grandma etc have died...I can't put that feeling into words, when you see them..what is that feeling. Do you have that experience, Joe?

J: Well, yes within my family, or friends. You can't put it into words...

T: Its a kind of lonliness, but not quite..and also a bit frightening. Its very difficult to express...the feeling when a person dies.

K: In those times, its like there is an atmosphere of trying not to say anything wierd. Like, there are certain set greetings like 'Im sorry for your loss'. There's this kind of pattern. I think that creates this kind of atmosphere.

J: Yeah, maybe.....I know a lot of people in bands, and when that type of person dies, thier funerals are quite individualistic..its kind of a relief to see. There are different ways to pay respects or connect with a death, and I think we ought to consider that more. I don't think its right to make death into a taboo.

T: Recently, Uchida Yuya san had a very 'rock' send off, didn't he?

J: Yes, he did! ...so I had these thoughts and picked up on this news.

K: Well, lets finish up here. Everyone please subscribe.

T, Kami: Please.

J: Thank you very much

*1 Im wondering what's the best way to translate 'よろしくお願いします/yoroshiku onegaishimasu'..

*2, 3 These bits frustrate me, as I can hear what he's saying, but i can't seem to figure out what he means. I feel like im missing something really obvious.

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #tfoe #薫 #kaoru

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backtothestart02 · 4 years

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Camera Shy - 1/? | westallen fanfiction {moved from Patreon}

A/N: I really love this premise. I hope you’ll like it too! :)

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Synopsis: AU - Iris is a model with a history of no good photographer exes. So when Barry Allen, her new photographer, wants to take her out, she immediately refuses - save some life-or-death situation.

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Chapter 1 -

The slow hum from the alarm clock suddenly became a full siren, jerking Iris West out of her deep sleep. She jumped up, sending her arm flying towards the sound, effectively throwing her phone, glasses, and jewelry from the day to the ground. She grumbled into the palm covering her face and pulled back the covers, shivering for just a moment before trying three times to get all the items back on the bedside table. When the task was successfully completed, she pushed her hair out of her face and headed for the bathroom, her over-sized t-shirt just barely skimming the top of her thighs.

The sight that greeted her in the mirror wasn’t particularly pleasant, but she knew after smiles, make-up, and fashionable clothes were applied, she’d be looking at a whole different woman.

“Smile, Iris. Today you’ll be posing for a photoshoot in STYLE magazine. After their scandal last month, they’ve hired a new photographer that is squeaky clean and with entirely honorable intentions,” she quoted the e-mail her best friend had shot her at two in the morning.

She’d wanted to call the landline that Wally insisted on having for God knows what reason. But that would startle Linda and wake up their two-month old son, so she resisted. Not everyone needed to suffer because she was about to.

Did she already dislike the new photographer she’d be working with? Yeah.

Did she have good cause? Yeah.

Of course, she hadn’t met him, but every photographer she’d worked with was the same.

Scumbags. Pigs. Lecherous, arrogant, and sometimes… Abusive.

She pushed that last adjective to the back of her mind. There was no point remembering that experience after she’d finally gone through enough therapy to get past it. Besides, that was over three years ago. Not every photographer was abusive, she’d allow that. Every single one of them was worthy of disliking, though. She’d take that to the bank.

The only possible difference was that a newbie might take the assignment seriously for once and act like a professional. She’d appreciate that, even if he was still the scum of the earth in his free time.

Showered, make-up applied, and a fashionable get-up on her curvy figure, Iris headed for the door just as a knock sounded on the other side of it. One peek through the peephole told her everything she needed to know. And despite her previous irritation, she smiled at the sight of Linda Park-West waiting for her in the hall.

“Hello, best friend,” Linda sang, extending her hand with the hot beverage Iris loved and shaking a small paper bag that undoubtedly contained a blueberry and lemon poppyseed muffin. “You’re welcome,” she said after Iris had locked up and they were walking with arms looped down the street.

“You’re forgiven,” Iris said.

“What I’d do wrong this time?” Linda asked innocently as a grin spread across her face.

Iris shot her a glare, and Linda burst out laughing.

“Relax. This one’s different, I promise. He’s a real good guy. Momma’s boy, good grades, total geek.”

“I’ve dated creepy geeks before, Lin.”

“I’m not saying you need to date him. Just give him the benefit of the doubt as a co-worker.”

“If he’s professional, I’m professional. You know that.”

“Uh-huh.”

Iris ignored the sarcasm, and they continued walking in silence. By the time they reached the tall glass doors of Central City Studios, breakfast had been consumed, lipstick had been reapplied, and smiles were back in place.

“Good morning, Ms. West, Mrs. West,” the older receptionist said at the desk. Both girls smiled and murmured a good morning in return. “Oh, Ms. West!” She rose from her seat to call after her. Iris and Linda both spun around, pointing to each other in mock confusion, since they’d told the older woman multiple times how she could call them by their first names. “Iris,” she caved, and Linda waved goodbye to her friend as Iris returned to the front desk.

“Yes, Frances?”

The woman bristled slightly.

“Mr. Stueck wants to see you in his office as soon as possible.”

Iris stilled. “Do you know what it’s about?” she asked softly, telling herself not to jump to conclusions. Maybe she was getting a raise!

Talk about conclusions.

“I don’t know,” Frances said, pulling Iris from her thoughts. “But he wasn’t angry, so keep that in mind, dear.”

Frances pushed her glasses further up her nose and went back to her work at the computer. The phone rang and she had to pick it up before Iris could say another word.

Iris pouted but did as she was told, wiping the expression off her face before she reached her boss’s office at the end of the hall. She heard laughter from inside, which was a rarity. Mr. Stueck wasn’t always serious, and he certainly wasn’t usually mean, but laidback wasn’t usually something that was part of his daily work demeanor.

The door swung open just as she was reaching out to knock on the wooden slate. She found herself standing face-to-face with an attractive, tall, young man. He might have been younger than her but was definitely not older, and he looked as stunned as she felt. It was an awkward moment of subtly gathering air before her boss interrupted them.

“Iris! Good, right on time.”

All smiles – which was even weirder – Mr. Stueck gripped the younger man and Iris’ arms and looked at them both, drawing nervous smiles to both their faces as they snuck glances at each other from the older man’s antics.

“Iris, I’d like you to meet Barry Allen. He’ll be your photographer for the STYLE shoot this week and next.”

Her heart stopped and her face fell. Those were two pieces of news she did not want to have heard.

“Two weeks?”

“Mhmm.” He nodded enthusiastically. “They were so impressed with your work in our last two shoots, they’ve decided they want you as their star model for all the clothing pieces, possibly jewelry as well.”

“I…see.”

She tried to be happy. She really did.

But being stuck with a photographer one-on-one every day for the possibly next two weeks?

“This could be your big break, Iris. And what’s good for you is good for us. I’m so proud of you.”

She forced a smile. “…Thanks.”

Mr. Stuek sighed contently, not catching her inner battle in the slightest.

But Barry did. She could feel him watching her, and disapprovingly watching her boss in return.

“Maybe you want until the end of the day to decide,” he suggested gently, making her meet his eyes.

“The end of the day!” Mr. Stuek laughed. “She doesn’t need time to-”

“Mr. Stuek, isn’t it part of your company policy to not force assignments on your employees if they feel uncomfortable doing them?”

He shifted slightly. “Well, yes, of course! But Iris can’t possibly feel-”

“So, to be sure, you’d want her to think on it all day and come to you with an answer before the end of her shift.”

His jaw dropped.

“Maybe just until lunch?” Iris offered up. “I can call you from STYLE Studios, since I’ll be shooting there today, at any rate.”

“B-B-But they can’t make you their star model today and then bring in someone else for the remainder of the line!”

Iris waited, unused to her boss’s intensity, but certain it would pass soon.

“Fine,” he said with a giant sigh. “Check in with Helen and Rachel, then head over to STYLE Studios with Barry here.”

She froze. “O-Oh, I don’t need to- I mean, I can-”

“Not one more word out of you, Ms. West,” he said, and she knew he meant business. He was a first name kind of guy, except in the rare circumstance that he was about to lose his temper – for real.

“Go. Both of you,” he said, and no more than a moment later they’d both been shoved out of his office into the hall and the door had slammed closed behind him.

Barry managed a slight chuckle after a moment and turned towards Iris, expecting a laugh from her as well. What he got was an unexpectedly cold glare.

“You didn’t need to do that,” she said, then walked with purpose in the direction of – presumably – Helen and Rachel.

He wondered if it would be very difficult to get her to go into the same car with him.

“I’m driving,” she said, snatching the keys out of his hand when they reached his car in the parking structure. His shock almost left him standing sans-car and sans-Iris in the cool parking area alone.

She sped out of the spot and out of the structure, down the road to STYLE Studios and Barry could only think one thing to himself.

What a woman.

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*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

#westallen #fanfiction #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #camera shy #chapter 1 #moved from patreon

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hotmomsatplay · 4 years

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CEO!Sehun

In which two am strawberry milk makes for a great story.

Pairing: CEO! Sehun X Y/N

Genre: Fluffiest of fluff

Word Count: 2,340

Warnings: Maybe some girlie giggles and a whole lot of rude glares :)

•~•

So maybe going on a connvience store run at two in the morning hadn’t been one of your brightest ideas. Sure, the pink bottle of pepper spray on your key chain and the weight of your purse from over collected amounts of change could have protected you from a thief on the dimly lit streets of Seoul, but what could save you from the now empty strawberry milk carton dumped all over the white shirt of one of the most beautiful faces you’ve ever laid your eyes upon? Absolutely nothing, that’s what.

Your mouth stutters, with no words falling past your slightly chapped lips. What would you say to the man, who, if looks could kill, would have been convicted of first degree murder. His sharp eyes looking at you as if you had stabbed him with a chopstick then pleaded not guilty.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to!” The words came out jumbled, sort of like a string of apologies coming from a two year old.

His glare, and you have no idea show it was possible, became even sharper, cutting through you like a table saw, “Sorry? How can you be so clumsy?!”

His voice showed aggravation, and you could understand. If some random girl dressed in oversized grey sweats and an oversized hoodie with a sparkly panda on it drenched you with pink strawberry milk at two in the morning, you probably would have been pissed off two. Even more so the fact that he was wearing a thin white button up, with his black velvety coat slung over his shoulder. Now the white dulled to a mixture of and off white and his skin color as it indented his body shape through the moisture that covered the entire bottom half of the button up.

“I am so-“

His eyes cut you another glare, and you automatically shut your mouth. He huffs and turns away, his shoes making large, and powerful steps away from you and to the other end of the store where he went to grab some napkins from the employee who had watched the whole catastrophe go down.

Now was your chance, you could easily leave the store, and leave your embarrassment behind with it. And that’s what you did, with your hands on your redden cheeks, half empty milk carton in hand and small purse in the other you silently walked out of the store, passing both employee and gorgeous man. Gorgeous man shooting you daggers and employee trying his best to conceal his laughter with an apologetic glance.

You mutter one last sorry before leaving the store and going on your way. The night had brought a cool breeze, enough for it to be an enjoyable moment. However the joy ran short when a group of men clinging to the shadows of the alleyway began to whistle at you.

Of course. See y/n this is why you don’t go out at two in the morning.

You quicken your pace, a unsettling heavy weight leaning on your shoulders, you’d have to walk past the men to get home. So you kept walking, acting as if you didn’t hear them, but silently you held onto your pepper spray that you had used in probably one too many situations.

“Heyyyy pretty ladyyyy” The words were slow and drawn out, clearly not sober words.

You let your head fall down more as you begin to walk faster now. You were about to pass them, you had been so close to passing them, but unfortunately this late night strawberry milk run just really wasn’t going to be your night. The man sauntered his way towards you, and you could smell his alcohol from the five foot distance. As he began to close in on you, you whipped up your arms, with the pepper spray in you hands, and just like the rest of how your night went, when you pressed the small button of stingy spray, nothing came from the bottle.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Of all the times I could have ran out, it’s now?

Your about to mentally drown in your own sarcasm as the creepy old drunk stands in front of your, his hands reaching for your own.

“Your such a pretty thing, come have some fun with me” His words are filled with the smell of tequila and creepy venom.

“Get off of me!” You yell, trying to break apart from the scary man. However he doesn’t listen to your cries, and begins to try and grope you in places that you definitely didn’t want his grimy hands.

Maybe the strawberry milk gods saved you some pity as from behind you, you could hear the voice of a very sober man, “She said to get off of her.”

It was low, and almost familiar, but the grimy man took one look behind you and his hands were off of you faster then you could even blink. The drunk grumbled before running off down the dark alley with the rest of his goons following in suit. Your savior must have really been intimidating to look at.

You turn to thank your saving grace. Oh. Very intimidating indeed.

The man with a now half dry strawberry milk stain stood behind you, an annoyed glare sprawled across his face.

“I feel like your just a walking disaster aren’t you,” His words almost seem humorous, but the face that delivers them is harden to stone.

You stare down, knowing fully well that his words were pretty much nothing but the truth. You fiddle with your fingers nervously but look back up at the man, “Thank you, I’m sorry I’ve caused so much trouble tonight.”

Your words are quiet, but clear, the gorgeous man hearing every single one of them in perfect suit. He sighs, brings his hand to his face and rubs his eyes before looking at you again.

“Where do you live?” He asks, hands now place on his hips.

Your surprised by this, not only because a Grecian looking man was asking you where you lived, but because this Grecian man had also been stirred in your pot of chaos for the past hour, “I live a couple streets down that way.”

“I’ll walk you,” His words are sharp and to the point.

“You don’t have to.”

“Well I wouldn’t want you to get lost on the way and end up in another situation you can’t help yourself in.”

Internally you were scoffing, but in truth he had probably been right. If he didn’t stay with you, maybe the men front he alley would come and follow you, jumping you with your back to them. Or maybe your imagination was running wild due to the dark and scary atmosphere of the night.

You sigh, and in defeat you speak, “Okay.”

The walk was surprisingly very quiet, the shuffling of shoes, the distances spaced between you and the gorgeous man. You, not being able to stand the awkward silence further, ask him his name.

“Sehun. Oh Sehun,” He mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. When he made no move to speak again, you did.

“I’m Y/N. And I’m really sorry about tonight, usually nothing like this happens,” You mutter quietly, trying to fill the empty space.

“Usually?”

“Like 99%” of the time.”

“So I’m guessing this was the 1%?” His voice now seemed softer, like he was more laughing at you.

You bite your lip, “Maybe.”

He laughs now, a full hearted laugh that you didn’t think he would be able to do.

“I’ll buy you a new shirt since I ruined that one,” You say.

Sehun looked down at his stained shirt then back to you, “don’t worry about it, I have probably like twelve more of these in my closet at home.”

And then small chatter began to fill your walk space, and in a short about of time you stood outside your apartment complex.

“This is me,” You say, slightly sad now, you didn’t think that you were going to get to see a man like Sehun ever again.

“Well it’s comforting to know that you do know how to get home .”

“You know I may not be Einstein but I know my way around these streets,” You giggle.

His smile is so soft that you almost don’t catch it for the split second that he gave it to you.

“Goodnight y/n.”

“Goodnight Sehun.”

•~•

“Woah woah woah, hold up, so not only did you spill your milk all over an extremely gorgeous man, but he saved you from some drunk lunatic on the streets and then walked you home like a gentleman?” You best friend asks you, while you both stack clothing on the racks in front of you. Working on set of magazine shoots was probably your favorite part of your job. Especially since working in the office could be so dull and boring sometimes, but who else would be the secretary to your slightly senile boss?

Yes, you had told y/b/n about your encounter with Sehun just a few night prior, just like you told her everything else that went on in your life.

“Yep,” You say as you grab another stack of clothing to hang.

The clitter clatter of people working all around you to set up before the shoot started helped you to drown out what

y/b/n had begun to start going on and on about. No doubt she was probably scolding you for not getting the overtly handsome mans number in your phone.

“THEIR HERE!” A voice shouts to no person in particular, but sending all workers into action, getting ready to begin today’s shoot.

Your boss appears shortly after this announcement and looks to you for what clothes went where, “I’ve put all of Mr. Parks clothes on this rack and y/b/n put the other mans clothes on that rack over there.”

“Thank you Ms. y/l/n.” She strolls past you, walking towards where a hoard of workers have grouped, all trying to help the two models for today.

You had very little knowledge on who would be shooting today, and mostly you had forgotten the names that were given to you prior because you were busy trying to figure where everything would go and the lay out of the building that would be housing today’s shoot. The secretary who had arranged this had called in about a family emergency and the next best option was to try and give every detail of today’s plans to you.

And granted you had been doing an incredible job at every, except for remembering the names of the models. That is until you see two men walking your way, and your mouth dropping as your eyes laid upon the one and only Oh Sehun. Time seemed to slow, his eyes catching yours as you mouth gapes open, and the distance between you and the men become much shorter. Had you not been holding onto the clothing rack you would have probably lost any control and fainted on spot. You could almost imagine your legs becoming jelly and your heart spinning out of control as your head became blurry.

“Hello Ms. y/l/n, I’m Park Chanyeol and this is Oh Se-“

“Sehun,” You mumble, your eyes not leaving his and the words tumble effortlessly from your lips.

Confusion spread along Chanyeols face, and your best friends as well, as they both look between you and Sehun.

“This is the girl from the other night Chanyeol,” Sehun says after a moment of awkward silence. A light seems to spark in both y/b/n and Chanyeol and simultaneously they both yell out.

“THIS IS STRAWBERRY MILK GIRL?!”

“THIS GRECIAN GOD!?”

Your face reddens at your best friends description of the man. Of course she had to say it like that.

“Hey chop chop over there y/n! We don’t have all day, get those men their clothes!” The photographer says from his spot behind the camera. This propels you forward, with no words, and you begin to pull the first set of outfit for the two men.

•~•

“Grecian God?” Sehun chuckles coming up behind you after the shoot had just come to an end and you had began to clean up.

“I was praying you forgot about that,” You grumble, shooting a glare towards your unsuspecting best friend across the room.

“I’m just curious is all,” He says, a glint of tease in his voice.

“If we are being completely fair, you and I both know you were kinda handed a silver platter of looks,” You huff as you begin to fold the clothes.

“Maybe, but I’m surprised you talked about me,” He laughed, taking a seat in the chair next to you.

“Well, if I didn’t tell my best friend about my two am adventure then she probably would have castrated me in the middle of the night with our cheese grader so.”

“Sounds charming.”

“Oh, only the best.” The air is light. And unlike the nights beforehand, it felt as if you had known Sehun longer then the splattering of strawberry milk incident.

“You know I do kind of regret something from that night.” He says, looking you dead in the eyes.

Uh oh.

“Not getting your number,” he continues.

Huh?

Of all the responses you had been conjuring up in the split second of silence, that had definitely not been one of them. If fact it stunned you so much, that you began to lose grip of the rack you had been taking clothes from, and trip into the seat Sehun had been sitting quite comfortably in. Both of you began to fall fast and hard to the floor, and in a quick second you heard the snap of the wooden chair and a groan from Sehun who had broken your fall.

“Now this isn’t how I pictured you falling for me,” He groans, still managing to plaster a smirk on his lips.

•~•

A/N: So this isn’t the greatest in the whole wide world, so forgive me, but it’s also my first time posting on tumblr and it was kinda acting up. Anyways, this is dedicated to @killerkiwi-uwu

I also didn’t proof read this, whoops :)

#Sehun #Exo #Sehun Imagine #fluff #imagine #Chanyeol #CEO #AU

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tomeandflickcorner · 3 years

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Episode Review- The Real Ghostbusters: They Call Me MISTER Slimer

As you can probably tell from the title, this is a Slimer centric episode. It’s about what you’d expect it to be.

The episode opens with Janine informing Peter and Ray that they’re once again in the red according to the latest financial report, as they’re spending more money than they’re earning. This is because of their standard expenses of covering property damage (good to know they are doing that, as we’ve previously seen they often cause some damages during busts), as well as the cost of utilities, general upkeep of their equipment and food. The moment Janine mentions food, Slimer zooms in and goes a bit nuts in searching for the food. Peter stops him after a few seconds of this to berate the green ghost, saying that all he does is eat and doesn’t contribute anything in return. Slimer responds to this by kissing Peter’s hand, and Ray translates this gesture by stating Slimer pays them back for the food with love. (Ugh, the sappiness of that statement!) Janine then suggests that Slimer could help out by taking on some simple tasks around the Firehouse, as a way to earn his keep. So Peter asks Slimer if he can make himself small. Slimer complies by folding himself down to the size of a post-it note, which is a rather good trick. But it turns out that Peter was actually trying to trick Slimer, because the moment he’s folded himself down, Peter stuffs him into an envelope with the intention of mailing Slimer to a prank-loving friend of his. Naturally, Ray steps in and snatches the envelope away from Peter to let Slimer out. But it seems Slimer’s feelings were hurt by Peter’s trick since he turns and floats out the door.

Slimer proceeds to roam about the city streets. And by coincidence, a teenage boy named Mike is making his way home with a large stack of comics and magazines around the same time. Mike’s journey home is interrupted when he is held up by a group of stereotypical bullies, led by another teenage boy named Rick. Rick’s gang ends up knocking Mike down, with his comics and magazines landing in a puddle. As Rick’s gang walk off laughing, Mike briefly expresses a desire to get even with Rick and the other bullies, but laments that’s not possible, as they outnumber him. And, to make matters worse, an aggressive Doberman suddenly appears and starts chasing after Mike. (Boy, Mike sure is having a bad day!) By happenstance, Slimer overhears Mike’s cries for help and goes to investigate. He ends up unwittingly scaring off the Doberman, and Mike is clearly grateful for this. Mike states that he’s read about ghosts and monsters for years, so he’s not afraid of Slimer. But the fact that Slimer scared away the dog gave him an idea. He asks Slimer if he’d like to be hired as his ghostly bodyguard, charged with protecting him from Rick and the other bullies. Slimer, clearly remembering what Peter had said earlier about not pulling his weight, readily agrees.

Mike brings Slimer home with him and begins teaching Slimer how to be scary. Which seems to be easier said than done, as Slimer is easily frightened himself and even hides upon being shown a picture of a scary Alien monster. However, it seems that Mike’s training eventually was successful because sometime later, Rick’s gang spotted Mike walking around and they decide to harass him again. Rick and the other bullies end up cornering Mike in an alleyway, but this time, Mike is a bit bolder and throws a few good insults back at Rick. Before Rick and the other bullies could pummel Mike, Slimer appears and successfully scares the bullies off.

Of course, Rick’s ego is now bruised, and he’s determined to get back at Mike for making a fool out of him. He decides that, if Mike managed to get a ghost on his side, then he could do likewise. He leads his gang of bullies to a sealed away entrance to Subway 13. Remembering stories he’d heard from his father about how the subway station was closed down years ago because of creepy things living down there, Rick thinks they can use that to their advantage. One of the bullies, showing a bit of common sense, questions this, pointing out that whatever’s down there might not listen to them. But Rick is conceived that the creepy things living down there will naturally follow his lead, because he’s tough. (Yeah, how’s that for logic?) Rick and the others break into the sealed-off subway station and quickly find themselves surrounded by a group of troll-like creatures that will eventually be identified as Barrow Wights. Rick proceeds to tell the Barrow Wights his purpose for coming down to the abandoned subway station. At first, the obvious leader of the Barrow Wights seems suspicious, thinking Rick’s offer was a trap. Rick insists it isn’t, and the Leader Barrow Wight soon accepts the proposed alliance. But the Leader Barrow Wight states that they cannot go aboveground with them unless Rick directly invites them. Rick, rather foolishly, agrees to this and invites them to come aboveground.

Meanwhile, the Ghostbusters have noticed Slimer’s prolonged absence from the Firehouse and are growing concerned, as Slimer has never been gone this long. And Egon had been planning to run some electothermal tests on him, too. Only Peter seems to be unconcerned over Slimer’s absence. But then Janine comes in, announcing they’ve just received an envelope in the mail. An envelope filled with some money. And because the money is covered in slime, it’s very clear that Slimer is the one who sent it. They quickly realize that Slimer has been trying to earn some money on the side, and everyone immediately starts giving Peter the stink-eye, considering it was his earlier comment that must have given Slimer the idea to do such a thing. Anyway, the Ghostbusters wonder how they’d be able to track down where Slimer went off to, as he didn’t include a return address on the envelope of money. Ray suggests they start searching the area covered by the zip code of the post office who handled the envelope. They begin to search the designated area, but still have trouble locating Slimer. Although, Egon does start to pick up an increased level of psychokinetic energy in the area, which was obviously the result of the Barrow Wights escaping from the closed-down subway station. But the energy spike was too diffused to get a precise location, so Egon had to recalibrate the PKE Meter in order to pinpoint the source.

Elsewhere, Mike is walking around when one of Rick’s bullies spots him and calls him over to a nearby warehouse. The bully tells Mike that they want to make amends with him, stating anyone who can get a ghost like Slimer on their side must be an okay guy, and they want to hang out with him now. Mike is naturally hesitant, but decides to go into the warehouse anyway. Although, he tells Slimer, who is with him, to circle around the warehouse, just in case. When Mike enters the warehouse, Rick and the bullies appear on a catwalk, with Rick gloating over how he has his own group of ghosts on his side now. He then gestures to the Barrow Wights, as they emerge from the shadows. But when Rick orders the Barrow Wights to attack Mike, the Leader Barrow Wight turns on Rick, revealing that he never planned on working with Rick after all. He had only intended to trick Rick into inviting them aboveground. And now that they’re free, nothing can stop them from causing all matter of mayhem. And to start things off, the Barrow Wights begin moving threateningly towards Mike, Rick and the other bullies.

Fortunately, the Ghostbuters just happened to be driving by the warehouse at that exact moment. And they’re alerted to the danger when a frightened Slimer flies out and collides with the Ecto-1’s windshield. Upon reuniting with the Ghostbusters, Slimer tells them about the Barrow Wights, which enables us to learn what they’re called and how they operate, as Egon and Ray know all about them. Ray even points out how they share some similarities with vampires, as they can only come above ground if someone directly invites them to do so.

The Ghostbusters enter the warehouse and begin to get to work in busting the Barrow Wights. But up on the catwalk, Mike, Rick and other the bullies are still surrounded by Barrow Wights. Slimer flies up to join them, but reacts to the Barrow Wights with fear. Until Rick mocks him for being a chicken. This prompts Slimer to show a bit of courage, and he manages to fashion a baseball bat out of his slime, which he uses to try and fend off the attacking Barrow Wights. Before long, the combined efforts of Slimer and the Ghostbusters leads to all the Barrow Wights being caught inside Ghost Traps.

In the aftermath of the incident, Mike and Rick decide to call a truce. As for Slimer, Ray praises him for his display of bravery, stating he’s proven he’s worth his weight in gold. But Peter, perhaps jokingly, states he’s not so sure of that. Slimer responds to this by going after Peter with his slime baseball bat.

As far as Slimer centrics go, this is probably the best we could have expected. And it was nice to see Slimer showing some courage. And he even stands up to Peter in the end. Although, I’m not entirely sure why the episode seemed to be suggesting it was wrong for Peter to want Slimer to earn his keep around the Firehouse. Because he did kinda have a point. Considering how much Slimer eats, it wouldn’t hurt for him to contribute something. As for the stuff with Mike and Rick, I personally felt it was a bit eye-rolling. The whole stereotypical bullies picking on the obvious nerd is really overplayed and unoriginal. And the way they resolved things made it feel like one of those afterschool specials. There was no acknowledgement of how Rick tormented Mike for who knows how long or why he saw fit to bully him in the first place. We’re just supposed to accept the fact that things are cool between them now. It was a bit unrealistic. The inclusion of Barrow Wights was an interesting touch though, as they apparently were taken straight out of J.R.R. Tolkien’s famous Lord of the Rings trilogy. And Tolkien reportedly gained inspiration for them from the Draugar, which were spirits in Norse mythology. Interesting bit of trivia there.

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Hi i don't know if anyone haven't ask you about it or i'm the only one who wants to read it but CAN YOU PLEASE SHARE YOUR NOTES (ch.44) i don't know if you were serious about that but i really would love to read them cause i'm obsessed with everything what is ntw related 🖤 hope ur well

Hi friend! It’s possibly just you (or one other person, in case of separate anons) but that is enough! I was absolutely serious.

Note on the notes! This is not all of it, because my notes for this chapter were often repetitive and very messy, and some older notes were from four years ago when I didn’t bother writing things out properly, so they barely make sense even to me. But! I’ve done my best to sort everything in some kind of linear order, and removed most of the repetition. And, well, you asked for it... sorry! 🖤

Ian shows up in the morning, Mickey digs out the magazine Iggy stole from Amelia’s dentist’s office the other day and confronts Ian about the big-ass article in Rolling Stone about IAN’S BAND, says he’s listened to some of their songs, takes out a paper where he’s written down some lyrics that sound strangely familiar.

You’re famous!

I’m in a band, people know about us right now, tomorrow they might not. I’m not famous.

You’re kinda famous.

Ian talks about Mickey recognizing him because of Frank. Hints that there might be several songs inspired by Mickey. It’s awkward as fuck, didn’t want you to know.

Were you ever gonna tell me?

Oh yeah, I had a plan. 3 dates, dinner and a movie, day out with Yev, dinner at my place turned vigorous love-making. Second prong; cohabitation, engagement, marriage, then on our wedding night I tell you about crushing on Justin Timberlake when I was 12,

then I tell you I’m semi-famous, if it still applies.

Mickey thinks his face might be on fire.

What the?

I’m fucking with you, Mick. Figured you already knew.

This again?

You angry?

No, I’m not fucking angry. Just-

Freaked out.

Kinda, yeah.

You shouldn’t be. Please.

It’s weird that I didn’t know, I feel like a schmuck. (And I’m pretty sure by your count we’ve already been on those first two dates.)

I’m sorry. I thought you knew and by some fucking miracle didn’t treat me different. I’d been gearing up to maybe have to have this conversation on our date, ‘cause it’s shit sometimes, you know? I don’t do interviews and I never talk about myself when I gotta do them, but there’s still a limelight and a lot of bullshit that complicates

I’ve been crushing on you since we met basically, and I thought I’d just… let it run its course, keep my mouth shut about it and deal until it went away and we could remain friends without me fucking it up.

Didn’t work, by the way.

Good.

Mickey is talking about it with Etch, who suggests that Ian’s been writing at the diner for a reason.

Etch looks up some lyrics and Mickey caps locks them to Ian

You might have inspired a few lately…

Fuck off. How many?

Since we met? Pretty much all of them.

Maybe one or two made it on to the album, but I wrote those before we really got to know each other so they’re just like… about moments, and how I would feel around you.

Didn’t think of it as creepy but it kinda sounds that way now.

No it’s fine

I won’t do it again.

Said it’s fine. Kinda like it.

Yeah?

You gonna tell me which ones are about me, or is that a secret too?

What are you doing tonight?

Thought you said you were going on tour?

We are, it starts tonight. It’s a small fan club gig here in Chicago.

You have a fan club?

Kinda. I’ll put you on the guest list if you want to come.

(Mickey calls Svetlana to make sure Yevgeny can stay with her over the weekend.)

It’s fine if you don’t want to, we’ll do something else when I get back.

Calm your tits Gallagher, course I wanna go. Needed to make sure I’ve got Yev covered.

Oh okay, good. You’re on the list. Doors at 7, gig starts at 8, no support.

You’ve got no chill.

(Ian doesn’t answer for a while)

I like it.

Good, that was torture. Never doing that again.

(Etch teases him about having his nose in his phone, and makes him aware of new guests arriving)

Gotta get back to work

Yeah, me too. See you tonight?

No chill at all.

Ian invites him to the concert and gives Mickey his phone number. Mickey makes sure Yevgeny stays with his mom on saturday, and after work he goes home and gets ready. Showers and cleans himself thoroughly, puts on cologne and a band t-shirt he hasn’t worn in ages, it’s gotten kinda tight on him since he got it. (He puts on a dress shirt first, tucks it into his pants and glares at his reflection).

He’s on the guest list when he gets there, the girl in the box office can’t find him at first but then Anne shows up and points him out, he’s on the VIP list and gets a pass that he’s told he needs to carry so it’s visible. He makes a point of shoving it in the admission guy’s face, but then shoves the ostentatious thing down the pocket of his jeans. Anne shows him in and tells him about the gig, about how the fan club got started. Anne says he can go backstage but he says he’ll pass, thank you. He gets a beer and finds a good spot, there’s a balcony halfway through the venue where he’s got a perfect view of the stage without having to stand in the front.

They text a little, Mickey says he’s there and Ian says he’ll make a sign when they play a song inspired by him.

run-through of the concert, Ian touches the side of his nose when the song is about Mickey. He’s sexy as fuck, and has some ridiculous stripper moves.

He takes off his hoodie at some point, and sweating through his tank he and Anne put on gloves and start hitting the barrels with crowbars.

Anne is the maestro, maybe Ian crowd surfs at some point? Warren Ellis that violin, man. He has little routines with Anne, and some with Jon too. One song, Anne gets one of his guitars and he does noisy stuff with his violin and plays on the oil barrels with Stran, completely in sync.

They got some good stage banter going, and at some point Ian does a Tom Waits impression, and Anne groans and says he’ll sing the whole thing if they’re not careful. There’s a reason why he’s

For the encore, Ian touches the side of his nose and they start playing a song, Anne saying that this is a first. It looks like Ian is about to sing, but then it looks like he changes his mind and they start playing a song that Mickey sure as fuck hope isn’t about him. The insufferable man on a date right next to Mickey tells the woman he’s with that they were about to play the mysterious title track from their last album that never ended up on the record

“it’s derivative, but cute”

how can it be a title track if it’s not on the album

the guy talks about how he’s got a friend working as an engineer in the studio and he’s sent him an early demo version. It’s not their best song by far, but it’s cool that pretty much no one else has heard it.

Mickey asks the girl if she’s ok with this joker, and she says she’s fine. He offers to get her a cab or something, if she wants to get out of there.

She says she’s not interested

Lady, if I wanted to get with either of you, it wouldn’t be you. Just sayin, I ain’t picky, but that guy would’ve gotten the boot ten minutes into the date if he were here with me, no offense.

WHAT IF.

The concert is over, and crowd starts to let up. Then a fight breaks out at the front and Mickey makes his way towards it. It’s over before he gets there, and sees a guy in his 40s with a bleeding nose, and Lip shaking out his fist, a security guard between them.

Mickey talks to the guard and defuses the situation, putting the bleeding man in the position of a sad overzealous fan. It somehow warms Lip to him, absurdly, and he finds himself apologized to, Lip shaking his hand and wincing when Mickey grips his bruised knuckles a little too hard. Lip vaguely explains that that was an old ex of Ian’s, a real piece of work, and then offers Mickey to come backstage with them to see Ian. Mickey declines.

It’s Lip, Carl and Debbie (Liam is too young, and Fiona too pregnant).

“I was drunk, and wrong, and when I’m wrong I say I’m wrong. (IT’S FROM DIRTY DANCING YOU LITERALLY FORGET EVERY TIME AND HAVE TO GOOGLE IT WHENEVER READING THIS NOTE should I really be quoting Baby’s dad in this fic? Probably. If anyone can, it’s Lip.) And Ian tells me you’ve been there for him a lot lately

I wouldn’t say that

But he did, he doesn’t tell me a lot these days, but he told me that.

Mickey gets another beer at the bar as people mill towards the merch and exit, he sits on a stool with an eye on the backstage passage. He watches the band come out to talk to some of the lingering fans and sign shit. Ian comes out and is immediately surrounded by fans, he locks eyes with Mickey across the room and Mickey raises his beer in a silent cheers. Ian comes up to him after a few minutes, he looks damp and exhilarated and unexpectedly nervous,

How was it?

Not bad, Gallagher.

he asks Mickey over. He has to pack up his shit and do the rounds, but he’ll be done in half an hour, tops. Mickey says he’ll meet him outside.

Ian leaves and Mickey finishes his beer, watching Ian talk to some fans, signing shit and taking pictures. He goes for a piss and then goes out for a smoke.

Ian comes out after twenty minutes, carrying two guitar cases and a large wheelie-bag. Mickey takes one of the guitars off his hands and they walk together.

(maybe Ian has a banjo and he gives it to Mickey to carry and Mickey is all really? I wanna kick your ass so bad right now, country boy, but then carries it anyway.) (banjos are cool)

Walk from the club. Mickey mentions talking to Lip. They talk about Ian’s Tom Waits impression. You’re not musically illiterate at all! Talk about Mickey’s Radiohead tee that he stole from a hookup when he was sixteen, he’s grown into it now. Talk about Ian’s onstage dancing, used to be a stripper, well, not saying you can’t still do private performances (?? you know what I mean! this is not what they’re saying but you’ll remember it) (Note from 2020: I DID NOT REMEMBER IT.)

Talk about wanting to learn playing the trumpet. Don’t have trumpet playing lips.

”Sure you and your lips can do whatever you set your heart to, I believe in you.”

Looks at Mickey and smiles.

”What?”

”You’ve been flirting with me since we first met, haven’t you?”

”Maybe.”

”Huh”

“What?”

“Oh nothing.” “Just re-evaluating everything you’ve ever said to me.”

”Re-evaluate this;” gives Ian the finger.

”That an invitation?”

”Fuck you is what it is,”

“sounds like an invitation.”

Ian tells him a little about his different instruments, Mickey picks up the beat up guitar Gus first gave to Ian and strums it, Ian asks him to play him something but Mickey snorts and says he’s counting on getting laid tonight and him playing would be detrimental to that plan. Ian doesn’t think so, but accepts it when Mickey gives him the guitar.

”I’ve walked some thousand miles,” he starts softly, eyes on his left hand, moving over the strings, ”I have slept many hundred nights, and people’ve said hello and bye through the years since you were mine. But don’t think I’ll stop my mourning, don’t I know it’s overdue. Just because I’ve gotten older, none the wiser I cry for you.”

”Honey, cutie, sweetie-pie,” ”My darling boy, sweet old times, as long as I keep you in mind I will remember what love is like. So, don’t think I’ll stop my mourning, don’t I know it’s overdue.”

”Just because I’ve gotten older, none the wiser.”

”I cry for you.”

I’M THINKING OF WRITING MY OWN SONG BECAUSE I WAS THIS MOMENT TO BE MORE BEFORE SUNSET THAN ANYTHING, ALL SMILES AND DRAMA FREE. SO MAYBE A TEXT THAT IS A LITTLE MORE STRAIGHTFORWARD.

Ian plays the song and when he’s done, Mickey kisses him and they have really enthusiastic sex on the couch. Mickey is about to leave after when Ian invites him to stay,

How about some long-ass foreplay on the couch and then they move into the bedroom.

They start on the couch, they take it to the bedroom, they collapse on the bed after and Mickey is feeling too good to argue when Ian mumbles at him to “stay”.

(Sings the song, says it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a song, it’s one quick thought put under a spotlight. Feeling like he should have known Mickey his whole life already. It’s too much, isn’t it? In the kitchen.

”do you normally take guys home and serenade them?”

”nah, don’t think it’d be very effective with most.”

”But you figured I’d swoon?”

”Figured you’d want the truth.”

”which is?”)

??? Need to find a good mix of excitement and new and easy, balanced with ho shit wtf are we doing this isn’t going to end well i think i fucking love him shut the fuck up. needs to be sexy and a little rough, as well as painfully sincere against better knowledge. kissing will do that. they’re doing stuff the way they usually do stuff, but for some reason it feels completely different.

Important that Mickey kisses him.

They stand up and stand chest to chest, Ian says they don’t have to do anything, Mickey says shut up and get naked

he helps ian take his shirt off and kisses him the second his face comes back into view

They fucks on the couch.

OR ALT FADE CUT END and don’t go explicit. Just saying, it’s an option. A valid option.

They can go at it in one of the sequels? Like the roadtrip can be more explicit? If I want? But also not?

I mean, there is such a thing as a nice middle ground right.

I just don’t think I’m interested in going all out porn after 40+ chapters of whatever.

THEY KISS AND THEN THERE’S A MOTHERFUCKING FADE TO BLACK MY FRIEND, BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I HAVE DECIDED. Soz

WHAT IF!!

Iggy comes in, is all: guess what I found at the dentist this morning?

M: again? Did Amelia break another tooth?

I: It’ll grow back, take a look at this

E: Did you steal that from the dentist’s office?

M: Rolling Stone, wtf?

E: your dentist’s got rolling stone?

Mickey reads the headlines out loud as a customer comes in and asks Etch about something they’ve lost the other day, and Etch starts rifling through boxes behind the counter as Mickey moves over to sit down in Ian’s booth, rifling through the magazine.

M: what am I looking for?

I: I marked the page

E: what’s this note?

Mickey starts reading the article, realizing that the blurred picture is of Ian, and the interview is with Ian, and holy shit. Ian is legit famous.

Etch starts reading the list of coffees, eventually turning the page over and pointing out that there’s a phone number.

Iggy comes to the diner in the morning, Etch is rifling through stuff behind the counter and Mickey is doing the rounds with the few guests still there after the morning rush.

Iggy shows him the magazine he found at the dentist’s and Etch is in the background like wtf is this, reading from Ian’s note with the coffee orders, Mickey only half listens, trying to take in the fact that Ian is fucking famous.

Etch says there’s a phone number too and Mickey brushes him off.

Then he’s like, hold the fuck up! And gets the note from the trash and tries the number, and Ian fucking answers. And they have the you’re famous conversation on the phone and voila, Mickey has his number and vice versa.

So Mickey calls Ian in the morning, then there’s text talk during the day.

From Ian

So, you’ve had my number for x days and you only now decided to use it?

That’s cold.

From Mickey

You wrote it on a piece of paper you then balled up and threw on the floor, asshole, it’s a miracle it didn’t end up in the trash. didn’t know I had it until this morning.

You suck at this. (This is a nice revelation that he likes, but Maybe that doesn’t come across in text.

Not a complaint btw, just gleeful observation.

From Ian

Are we still on?

From Mickey

Of course.

Dumbass.

Ian

I probably deserved that.

At some point Mickey starts capslocking and sending lyrics to Ian, who has to explain through text why he’s written songs about Mickey, saying that he’ll point them out tonight.

HERE’S A QUESTION

SHOULD I SKIP THE WHOLE “WRITING SONGS ABOUT MICKEY” BUSINESS??

Isn’t it enough that Ian is famous and kept this fact from Mickey? Isn’t the writing songs business a little creepy? and if he did write songs about Mickey, would he really publish them without Mickey’s consent? No. Maybe I’m deliriously tired and about to fall ill right now, but I actually think I should skip that part. It’s a little sad because it’s been part of this idea for three years, but if I’m uncertain about it now imagine how I’m going to feel about it later?

When I started writing this story, it was supposed to be a quick and silly thing, and now it’s something else. It’s not important or anything, but also it is. To me. And making a decision on the rating was a big deal for me, and I think this is another one of those things. I’ve been holding on to this idea for so long but when I really think about it, is it even romantic? It’s romantic in that kind of teenage dream way, maybe? It’s more romantic to me if they fall in love for reasons other than Ian writing songs. But he’s written NTW, and he still thinks about performing it live, but we skip the whole thing about songs being about Mickey.

So they talk on the phone in the morning, and then there’s a text coming in after a little while asking if Mickey wants to come to the show.

HEYHO IT’S A REVOLUTION AND I FEEL FREE

Mickey and Ian text after the show (after Mickey declines going backstage) Ian asks him to meet him round back in twenty minutes. When Mickey goes out there, he sees Ian talking to a couple of fans by the bus and Mickey hangs back to smoke while he waits. The fans leave and Ian looks around, checks his watch, he has a bunch of guitars with him.

I AM LEANING HEAVILY TOWARDS MICKEY KISSING IAN HERE. He’s like “Stop, hold this” giving Ian back the guitar, so he can grab on to him and kiss him, smiling against Ian lips as the guitar tips over and clatters against the asphalt.

They’re outside Ian’s house, Ian says he has to get up at an unholy hour tomorrow. Invites him in anyway.

They’re in the elevator, then they’re in Ian’s apartment. Ian plays him the song, Before sunset ending.

almost none of that rhymed, just letting you know. kinda embarrassing.

(almost none of that rhymed, just letting you know. kinda embarrassing.

yeah, it’s not a very good song. is why we cut it from the record

oh yeah? thought it was ‘cause of the like, intensely personal subject

that too)

They smile at each other like fools and Mickey feels like he is exactly where he’s supposed to be, and there’s no rush. Fade to black.

Etch finds the paper, says there’s a phone number on it. Mickey dials the number and goes out back as it rings out. When Ian answers, he reads a question from the interview and they talk.

He goes back into the diner and basically blows the whole thing off, it doesn’t make any difference to him and he has to go back to work. Yevgeny does his homework and Iggy leaves, and Ian invites Mickey to the gig via text. Etch invites Yevgeny to stay over at theirs for a movie night.

Does Mickey tell Yev about the gig?

Start with Mickey out back, smoking. The phone rings and he waits for Etch to take it, but it keeps ringing. He bangs the door and yells PHONE and then it stops ringing. He kills the cigarette and goes back inside. Etch is behind the counter talking on the phone and going through the lost and found, looking for whatever the caller has lost. Mickey clears a table. It’s afternoon. Etch hangs up but keeps going through stuff in the box, talking to Mickey, when Iggy comes in.

It’s maybe more like afternoon (?) when Iggy comes in and shows Mickey the magazine. He calls Ian and they have a quick conversation (he probably goes outside to have it, to escape his audience) and they establish that Ian is sorta famous. Then they text back and forth a little, until Ian invites him to the show.

Mickey calls Svet to arrange it so Yev can stay with her, and then accepts. He goes home after work to eat, have a shower and change out of his clothes. He wears the only band tee he owns, mostly because it’s funny and because it’s kinda tight and he doesn’t think he looks too bad in it (and a dress shirt is way too much for a concert not-date, not that he tried on a couple first. Then he does a little bit of cyberstalking only to find very little personal information and a lot of crazy fans. Maybe he watches a couple of music videos, but they’re all really weird cartoons so they give him nothing. They’re cool though, and guess the music’s alright, even though he doesn’t have a connection yet to it so it’s hard to tell if he likes it.

Yevgeny calls, because Mickey switched the days and he wants to know why. Mickey asks if he knows about the Broken Bells, and Yev’s like duh who doesn’t? And freaks out when Mickey tells him about Ian. He doesn’t tell him about the whole date situation though, just that he’s going to the concert. Maybe Yev asks for some merch.

Mickey takes an Uber to the venue, even though it’s not too far from the diner (but on the other side, so at least a 30 minute walk) and it seems like they’ve already started letting people in. He hangs back until the admissions office is clear and then tells the lady that he’s on some kinda guest list. She can’t find him, and he’s about to give up and go home when he sees a familiar figure in the background. He calls her Stay-puft first, but then also remembers that her name is Anne and calls her that too. She remembers him, and finds him on a different (VIP) list, the venue staff woman is embarrassed, but Anne is borderline flirting she’s so nice about the mistake. Mickey gets a pass that he’s supposed to keep around his neck, but he shows it to the guards and then tucks it down his back pocket. Anne shows him inside the venue and asks if he wants to come backstage and say hello, but he kindly declines.

He has a quick peruse of the merch table (he checks the CDs, and then sees a smaller table next to the merch with a guy handing out pins, Mickey talks to him and finds out that it’s “fan club” pins to commemorate the gig and Mickey asks if his VIP pass gets him one, it does, and then the guy asks if Mickey wants to sign up for the newsletter) and then gets a beer, before finding a good spot on the mezzanine floor. He’s got a balcony railing for support and beer holder, and he’s got an excellent view of the stage. The floor is filling up with people packing themselves against the front. He texts Ian saying he’s here and they text a little back and forth. He gets someone to watch his spot and goes to the restroom. There, he finds a kid getting cornered by a middle-aged man. The kid looks vaguely familiar and not older than sixteen. Mickey steps in and casually accuses the guy of creeping on a kid and the guy immediately backs off, the kid says thanks and that he’s eighteen (because it’s an 18+ gig) and Mickey says sure.

Getting back to his spot, There is a douchebag on a date behind him that he wants to move away from, but he doesn’t want to surrender his good spot. He decides to tune him out, he’ll hopefully shut up once the set starts. It’s just a couple of minutes after eight when the lights dim and a song comes on louder than before, and the band start coming out on the stage. Ian is wearing jeans and a hoodie, like he normally does, but he’s clean shaven and his normally smiling face is set in blank determination. Anne is the front person, and she commands the audience with the slightest gesture. It’s obvious that the venue is filled with old fans, they all know exactly what to do exactly when she asks them to do it. Ian’s got like four guitars and a whole lot of other shit around him, and he’s super focused on doing his stuff, but now and then he does little routines with Anne and Jon, and gets a big cheer for his occasional solos.

A few songs in, Ian gets up to stand on one of the oil barrels, and Anne starts banging on it with a crowbar. That’s when Mickey starts to really get into it. It’s cool, and it’s a lot harder than Ian made it out to be, but kind of theatrical at the same time. Ian is brilliant, even though he dances like an uncoordinated stripper.

There is banter between the songs, mainly between Anne and Stran (girl sure bangs those drums!) Anne starts banging one of the oil barrels again and Ian and Jon do a little step dance next to each other across the scene.

At some point Ian takes off his hoodie. He’s wearing a white tank and he’s already sweating through it. He gives his guitar to Anne and puts on gloves. Him and Stran do a little bant-y thing and then they start a new song by both banging the barrels in unison while Anne and Jon start playing (maybe Jon plays something else, like an electric piano or a marimba?). At the crescendo of the song, Ian takes out a baseball bat and goes to town on the barrel, sweat shining on his muscly arms and his wet hair flopping down his forehead.

They go off the stage, but come back when the crowd chants a song, stomping their feet and clapping their hands. Anne says they’ve got one more song for them, and they start playing. She moves away from the microphone and it looks for a second like Ian is going to step up and sing. Douchebag behind Mickey tells his date about an unreleased b-side to the last album. But then Ian steps back and says something to Stran, who nods and moves into a slightly different beat. Without blinking Anne, steps back up to the mic and sings the last song.

Some of the crowd lingers by the stage after the lights have gone back on, but most move towards the bar or the merch table. Mickey hangs back to watch the crew take down the stage, and the two oil barrels being handed over to someone in the audience, along with set lists and left-over picks. Walking down from the mezzanine floor to go look for the restrooms, a fight breaks out on the floor. Mickey immediately recognizes one of them as Lip and the other one as the creep from the bathroom, and intervenes by clearly positioning himself on Lip’s side and reminding the creep that he could get him in trouble, the creep backs off and agrees when Mickey tells the security guards it was an accident (in a way that isn’t obviously helpful, but in the end still makes sure that Lip isn’t hurt or arrested for punching a guy) (because he did, he punched a guy, who is thrown out by the guards after Mickey’s intervention). Lip, Carl, Debbie, and Liam is there, but it’s only Lip who knows who Mickey is. He hangs back to talk to Mickey while his siblings go backstage (and PROBABLY DOESN’T tell him a little bit about the guy being Ian’s ex, making it clear that Lip really doesn’t like him). He also apologizes to Mickey for last time. He asks if Mickey wants to go backstage, but Mickey declines. He’s decided earlier with Ian through text that he’ll wait for him and thinks it’s better to do it somewhere that isn’t backstage where he might get asked questions and have to talk to people who aren’t Ian.

He gets another beer and stands in the bar next to the merch, watching as Ian and the rest of the band come out to sign some stuff and shake hands. Ian still looks slightly damp from sweat, even though he’s obviously changed clothes and run a towel through his hair. Mickey wonders if his skin tastes like salt. He drinks his beer.

Ian comes up to him after a little while, asking well? (or texts him, which probably makes more sense? But I also want Mickey to see Ian post-show)

Not bad Gallagher, not bad at all.

Ian looks pleased and asks if Mickey wants to come over, even though Ian has an early morning. Mickey says yes and Ian asks him to wait until they’re done packing up.

Mickey finishes his beer, goes to the restroom (where he sees douchebag by the urinal) and then he goes outside to wait for Ian. (He talks to douchebag’s date and offers to get her a taxi before the guy comes out.) He smokes a cigarette, and before he knows it, Ian is by his side, carrying a fuck ton of guitars. They decide to walk, for some reason, talking on the way.

HEY

Ian says he’s got a car coming and they walk a little bit to where they’re getting picked up. They talk about trumpet lips and stuff and Mickey kisses him. They get interrupted by the car arriving, and Ian picks up his guitars and says “you coming?”

Fuck yes

They sit in silence in the car, but it’s a good one. Ian says

Lip told me what you did back there.

He didn’t tell you shit.

He did, told me you stepped in and stopped him from getting arrested

He was getting his ass kicked, someone had to help the guy

And Liam told me you got him out of a tough situation in the restroom

That was Liam? Some pedo’s creeping on a kid by the urinal, I’m not gonna stand by doing nothing.

You know that’s not what happened

Yeah, well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

He isn’t a pedo, and Lip would’ve beat the shit outta him if you hadn’t stepped in.

You defending this guy?

No, trying to say thanks.

You’re shit at it.

Thank you, Mickey

Better.

So… friend of yours.

No. (Ian isn’t forthcoming with the info)

Alright, whatever.

And he’s definitely not someone I wanna talk about, tonight.

(Ian is smiling at him, all the promise in the world in his eyes)

Fucking fair enough.

They arrive.

OR Ian joins Mickey outside and they stand around and talk

They talk about Ian’s Tom Waits impression. You’re not musically illiterate at all! Talk about Mickey’s Radiohead tee that he stole from a hookup when he was sixteen, he’s grown into it now. Talk about Ian’s onstage dancing, used to be a stripper, well, not saying you can’t still do private performances (?? you know what I mean! this is not what they’re saying but you’ll remember it)

Talk about wanting to learn playing the trumpet. Don’t have trumpet playing lips.

”Sure you and your lips can do whatever you set your heart to, I believe in you.”

Looks at Mickey and smiles.

”What?”

”You’ve been flirting with me since we first met, haven’t you?”

”Maybe.”

”Huh”

“What?”

“Oh nothing.” “Just re-evaluating everything you’ve ever said to me.”

”Re-evaluate this;” gives Ian the finger.

”That an invitation?”

”Fuck you is what it is,”

“sounds like an invitation.”

That’s when a taxi pulls up and Ian walks toward it

Could use some help with these.

They ride in silence

They carry Ian’s instruments from the car, and Ian says something cute

Mickey’s like “Stop, hold this” giving Ian back the guitar, so he can grab on to him and kiss him, smiling against Ian lips as the guitar tips over and clatters on the asphalt.

They’re outside Ian’s house, Ian says he has to get up at an unholy hour tomorrow. Invites him in anyway.

There he asks Ian to play him something that other people don’t get to hear (mostly to be a cheeky monkey, but also because he wants it) and Ian plays him None the wiser.

I’ve walked a thousand miles to end up in your corner booth

Grinning idiot when you bitch, falling fool for your dirty mouth

Sitting on my busy hands when you swagger by and I say -

Hey waiter, pour some coffee in my cup and bring me my toast, before you fuck me up

I’ve been in some thousand fights and it’s clear that so have you, too

Faded threats and cigarettes, sharp glass polished by the sea

Wish you’d put your hands on me and make your feelings clear

Hey waiter

meet me ‘round the back door, tell me I’ve got it wrong and fuck me up some more

‘Cause I’ve fallen a thousand times but never felt this way before, like I should have met you long ago

Walked with you by my side and had your back through thick and thin

Sickness and health, come what may, and I say-

Hey waiter

pop the damn champagne

None the wiser

you fuck me up again

Hey waiter

tell me you’ll be mine

I’ll give you my life

and fuck you up in kind

I wish I was just a plain white shirt

then you could wear me off to work

and I’d be one of the things you keep close to your heart

soft white cotton wrapped around your heart

(Contrasts have faded now

but color still haunt my mind

And words ripped off from their lines

Make bitter tears flood my eyes

Don’t think I’ll stop my mourning

Don’t I know it’s overdue

Just because I’ve gotten older

None the wiser, I cry for you)

Honey, cutie, sweetie-pie

My darling boy, sweet old times

As long as I keep you in mind

I will remember what love is like

So, don’t think I’ll stop my mourning

Don’t I know it’s overdue

Just because I’ve gotten older

None the wiser, I cry for you

’Cause I always say ’I love you’

when I mean ’turn out the light’

And I say ’let’s run away’

when I just mean ’stay the night’

But the words you want to hear

you will never hear from me

I’ll never say ’happy anniversary’

Never stay to say ’happy anniversary’

Bom-chaka bom-chak 23 verses

And he climbed up a mountain

And he looked around

Some kind of forest

With all these dinosaurs

And he stripped his woman

He stripped her bare

But there was a pterodactyl

There!

#Anonymous

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the--blackdahlia · 4 years

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Title: The Hunters Chapter 12

Summary: What happens when four idiots get together? Nikki’s looking for his dad. Tommy’s trying to get out of his mom’s shadow. Vince is along for the ride. And Mick is just trying to keep them alive. Which is harder than it sounds when then Winchesters join the fray.

Warnings: Language, violence, m/m smut, canon divergence, character deaths (temporarily), wincest if you squint (may add more tags as I go)

Several Months Later

The hunts kept up, and despite being a really popular band on the strip, Motley Crue just couldn’t make it big. They were constantly taking off for hunts, and while they did have some original songs that were popular, they were mainly a cover band. But they were good at what they did and the strip loved them.

“Man, I would love it to just make it big even once,” Nikki sighed. “Like, it’d be nice not having to travel upstate to hustle pool to get more than Ramen.”

“I know babe,” Tommy responded. He had his head in Nikki’s lap and was reading a magazine. “I’d kill to have a drum kit like some of these. With all the lights and pyro and shit.” Nikki smiled and ran his fingers through Tommy’s hair. Tommy had been complaining of a headache all morning, and most of the night before. He actually hadn’t drank as much as the others had, and he could hold his liquor with the best of them. So Nikki was trying his best to help his head.

“I don’t think we’re booked anywhere tonight, are we?” Nikki called over to Vince and Mick, who were at the table eating some cereal.

“Nah. We have nothing until Friday,” Vince told them. Nikki nodded and turned his attention back to Tommy, who had abandoned his magazine and had his eyes closed.

“You okay?” Nikki asked him.

“Yeah I’m just gonna get some water,” Tommy told him before standing up. He had only made it a couple steps when his vision started to blur and was replaced by something else.

Nikki, Vince, and Mick watched as Tommy collapsed to the ground, blood coming from his nose.

“Tommy!” Nikki yelled as he ran to the fallen drummer. Vince and Mick were up in no time, at his side. “Tommy, can you hear me?” He shook Tommy, who was staring straight ahead at the wall. What, in reality, was only about thirty seconds, felt like a year to Nikki. Tommy blinked his eyes and reach up to wipe his nose with the back of his head.

“What happened?” Mick asked as Tommy looked at the three of them.

“You guys...you wouldn’t believe it,” Tommy told them. He slowly stood to go wash the blood of his hand, aware that the other three were right at his heels in case he fell again. Tommy washed his hands and turned to look at them. “What?”

“What wouldn’t we believe?” Mick asked. Tommy sighed.

“Psychics run in my family,” He told them. “And I...sometimes I know things are going to happen before they do. Not always though, and this is the first time it’s happened while I was awake in a long time.”

“Don’t you think that’s something you should’ve mentioned?” Vince asked. Him and Tommy had been friends for a long time and Tommy had never once mentioned anything about this.

“It never came up, and like I said, it’s normally just dreams that end up happening when I’m awake,” Tommy sighed and headed back to the couch.

“What did you see?” Mick asked him.

“It was weird but there was this girl in a tree and she fell out and she just...floated there,” Tommy told them. “I don’t know what it means, but I know exactly where it was at.”

“Where?” Nikki asked, staring at Tommy and noticing the way Tommy wouldn’t look at him.

“Fairfax,” Tommy told them. “I used to snag singles from a Tower Records nearby. Got Vinnie and I both some cool things.”

“Well, I for one want to go see the flying girl,” Vince told them. “Come on T-Bone. You and me will go check it out.” Tommy looked at Nikki, a little nervous about what he was going to say. As Tommy stood, Nikki laced his fingers with his and stood up with him.

“Come on. Let’s head over to Fairfax,” He told them, squeezing Tommy’s hand.

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“Well, no flying girl,” Vince looked around. Mick shook his head and headed over to a newspaper stand. “You said it was around here, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I don’t see anything though,” Tommy told them, walking over to a tree.

“But mommy, I told you that’s what happened!” A little girl could be heard a couple houses down from where they were standing. “Billy dared me to go up in the tree. And I did! And he left and I couldn’t get down and I fell! And I flew like a bird and landed on the ground!”

“Elizabeth, I told you to quit spreading those stories. The school already has a therapist talking to you about your imagination,” An older woman, who the boys assumed was the girl's mother, told her. “Now you stop it right now.”

“That was her,” Tommy whispered, watching as the girl and her mother got in a car.

“What? The girl from your vision?” Mick asked. Tommy nodded.

“She was wearing the same dress and everything,” Tommy told them.

“Damn. I wanted to watch her fly,” Vince pouted.

“I don’t understand. If we weren’t supposed to be here to see her fall, why did I have the vision?” Tommy asked. Nikki wrapped an arm around him, giving him a squeeze. I guess we can go back home. I…” Tommy trailed off as his brain started to feel like it was being squeezed in a vice.

“Tommy?” Nikki asked, looking at his boyfriend. Tommy had a glazed look in his eyes before he squeezed them shut.

“My head,” Tommy whispered before he leaned into Nikki. The scenery before him changed.

He was looking inside a garage. He watched a man walk into a workshop area and slam the door behind him. He was muttering something under his breath as he plugged in a radio and started playing some music. Tommy watched as the man worked on something. He saw across the room from the man as a drill started to float in the air. It spun, like the trigger had been squeezed a couple times, causing the man to turn and look at it. Before Tommy could react, the drill raced forward, hitting the man right in the crotch as it turned on. Blood went everywhere, and the last thing Tommy saw before his vision returned to normal was a girl standing outside the window, watching.

“Tommy!” Nikki called out, bringing Tommy back to the here and now. “Are you with us?”

“I had another vision,” Tommy breathed, not realizing he hadn’t taken a breath. “There was a guy. And a floating drill and it hit him right in the…”

“Oh god,” Vince cringed. Mick produced a small pack of tissues so Tommy could wipe the blood off his nose.

“Did you get anything from it? Any indicator of where it would be?” Nikki asked, leading Tommy back over to the car so he could lean against it.

“It was in his garage. But there was a girl outside. She had ratty blond hair and was just watching it happen,” Tommy told them.

“How much you wanna bet she’s connected somehow?” Mick asked.

“Children are fucking creepy,” Vince told them.

“She wasn’t a child,” Tommy asked. “She was probably about my age. I have no idea who she was. But I also have no idea who he was either.”

“Why don’t we go get some food to help you get your strength back up, and we’ll go from there?” Nikki suggested. Tommy nodded and Nikki helped him into the Barracuda while Mick and Vince headed back to Vince’s Challenger. Tommy settled into the passenger seat as Nikki started to drive. Tommy glanced out the window. There, coming out of the house to meet with a younger girl, was the man from his vision.

“Nikki!” Tommy called out. “That’s him!”

“Who?” Nikki asked as he pulled over. Tommy pointed to the house, where a man looked around before leaning in to kiss the girl. “Should we warn him or something?”

“Wouldn’t you want a warning before a power tool comes flying at your junk?” Tommy asked, looking at his boyfriend before looking back at the couple.

“Fair point,” Nikki nodded. Tommy jumped out of the car, not grabbing a badge or anything. “Hey wait!”

“Sir!” Tommy called out. The guy and girl looked at him. “Sir, I think your life is in danger.”

“Are you threatening me?” The guy asked. Tommy shook his head.

“What? No!” Tommy told him.

“What my partner here is saying is we have reason to believe your wellbeing is in danger,” Nikki flashed his badge. Agent Scott. “We think it’d be in your best interest to...not be here tonight.”

“Oh, I get it,” The guy laughed. “You know, you almost had me fooled for a second. How much did my bitch wife pay you to do this?”

“What?” Tommy shook his head. “Sir, we don’t know who your wife is. We’re trying to keep you safe.” The man rolled his eyes and led the woman into the house. Tommy looked back at Nikki. “What the fuck was that?”

“You two okay?” Mick asked as they pulled up by them.

“Tommy tried to save that asshole’s life and he was an asshole,” Nikki told them. “I think he deserves his new piercing.”

“Yeah but in the dick?” Vince asked.

“I’m pretty sure this is where it happened,” Tommy told them. “There’s a garage right there.”

“Stake it out and see if we can figure it out?” Nikki asked him. Tommy nodded. “Okay, but first, you need some food. Who knows what all this stuff is doing to you.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Tommy sighed. Nikki led him back to the car and they headed out.

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theperksofbeingbarbie · 5 years

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Circuits (Part Two)

Summary: Diego finally goes out with his childhood crush. But at two different points in their lives, is it sustainable?

WARNINGS: Language

Word Count: 2,531

Paring: Diego x Female Reader

Part One

A/N: So I kinda have another idea of where this can go.... Would y’all want another part? Should I make it a series? Should I stop avoiding the one post y’all followed me for in the first goddamn place? lmk

As always, feel free to hit me up with requests. Sometimes I’m a little slow but I love writing For The People. I’m also willing to write for HP, Mauraders (omg Wolfstar is my JAM), GoT.... If I post about it, I’m pretty much down. Holla at your girl.

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Diego stared at himself in the mirror. This was happening. He was finally going to get to know the beautiful, brilliant girl he had liked since he was a kid. It wasn’t a date, there was no reason to be so nervous. Oh, fuck, he was nervous.

After digging through the clothes he had at the Academy, he found a black button down shirt. He was going to lunch with The [Y/N] [L/N], the brilliant and kinda rich and gorgeous [Y/N]; he didn’t want to embarrass her if they were seen together. Diego rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, leaving it untucked with a pair of jeans. He took another quick look at himself in the mirror before leaving his room to find [Y/N] downstairs.

Diego smiled when he heard her talking to his mom, knocking lightly on the door before letting himself in.

“Oh, Diego!” Grace said cheerfully as she continued to do the little diagnostic tests. “[Y/N] told me you’re going out to lunch! I hope you have fun!”

Diego smiled a bit, nodding at his mom. “She looks good,” he complimented [Y/N].

It was like she was pulled out of her trance when he complimented her work. She looked up with wide eyes, smiling when she fully processed what he said. “Thanks! It looks like you’re all set, Miss Grace!”

Grace let out a pleased sound, cupping [Y/N]’s cheek fondly. “You’re always so sweet. I wish you were one of my children.”

[Y/N]’s smile was so kind and loving, Diego wanted nothing more for it to be directed at him. “I wish I was your daughter too.”

Grace removed her hand as she turned to leave, kissing Diego’s cheek as she went by. “Have fun, darling.”

Diego sighed softly as he tried to gather his thoughts, not wanting to think too much about how gorgeous [Y/N] looked when she smiled like that. He turned back, smiling a bit at her. “Ready?”

“Give me a second to clean up!” She nodded, starting to reload the things she brought into her bag. “How have you been?” she asked as she started to shut down her computer.

“Uh... I’ve been... Good. Yeah, good. Just a lot of family drama,” Diego answered awkwardly, leaning against a workbench.

[Y/N] snorted at that. “Five told me about the end of the world. Thanks for saving us all.”

Diego recoiled at that bit of information, shaking his head as he tried to comprehend. “You talked to Five?”

“He broke into my office. Does spatial jumping into someone’s office count as breaking in, technically?”

Diego and [Y/N] shared a laugh, shaking his head as he imagined his brother appearing in this woman’s office on a calm day.

“But it’s not like he and I had a nice chat,” she continued, zipping her bag up. “He was very, ‘How much do you know about time travel?’ and ‘Can you reverse engineer this time travelling briefcase for me?’ So...” She chuckled, motioning for Diego to lead the way. “Where do you wanna go for lunch?”

Diego considered that for a moment. He was a broke vigilante who mopped floors and got a cut of bets on him during his fights. She was a world renowned scientist with a penthouse in Manhattan. Their ideas of nice places to go for lunch were probably very different. “You pick,” he decided.

She hummed as she considered that, thinking of all the places in the city she knew. “Do you have any allergies or diet restrictions?”

Diego raised an eyebrow. “No...”

“Perfect! Then I know the perfect place. I’m never on this side of town so I never get to go. Let me toss my bag in my car and we can actually walk.” Diego nodded, following [Y/N] out of the Academy to her car.

“A Tesla?” Diego asked with raised eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes, using the key to pop the trunk. “A bribe from El. It didn’t work but how do you ask for a car back when you made such a spectacle out of giving it?” That mischievous smirk returned and Diego felt a jolt of electricity course through him.

“You call one of the most famous billionaires of our lives ‘El’?”

[Y/N] just laughed as she shut the trunk. “He really hates it when I call him Ellie.”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, Diego was quickly falling in deep. Not only was she cute and kind and smart, she was funny and sassy. He silently wished he had broke into her office when he wanted to. Maybe he would already be kissing her in the back of her Tesla...

Diego snapped out of his day dream when he heard a car horn honk as they walked down the street together. She probably wasn’t even interested, there was no point in imagining what they could do in the back of her fancy car that cost more than his entire life. He quickly traded places with [Y/N] so he was on the side of the road, an old habit he was taught young.

“So what did you end up doing for work?” she asked, glancing over at Diego. There was an appreciative look in her eyes when they switched places and he was glad she wasn’t offended.

“Uh, I currently work at a boxing gym. S-sometimes I train kids, sometimes I box, usually just clean,” he answered nervously, thankful there was only a slight slip up.

“I’d love to see you fight sometime.”

Diego felt a blush rise up his neck, nodding a bit. “Y-yeah, that would be cool.”

“You can’t tell me that’s all you do,” she prodded, bumping her shoulder into Diego’s. “You don’t wear that leather harness and throw knives just to clean a gym.”

Diego scratched the back of his neck. “I may offer my... Expertise and talents to the police when it is needed.” There was that beautiful, heartwarming laugh again. “What?”

“I just like how you phrased, ‘I’m basically the non-blind version of Dare Devil’. It’s cute,” she answered, scrunching her nose in her amusement.

Cute.

Cute. [Y/N] thought he was cute. He forced himself to not get too excited, taking a deep breath hidden behind the sound of a large truck passing by.

“Here we are.”

Diego looked up at the restaurant, raising his eyebrow. It was a little greasy spoon diner that he often found Klaus in when he was high out of his mind.

“You coming Hargreeves?”

Diego’s attention was brought back down to [Y/N], nodding a bit as he followed her inside.

“This place has the best fries,” she gushed as she slid into the booth. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Diego just shook his head as he looked at the woman across from him. She was as complex as the circuits in Grace and all he wanted to do was learn every bit that he could. “I just thought you’d pick somewhere even further uptown,” he admitted, grabbing the laminated menu from behind the napkin holder.

“I go to the little bistros and pretentious restaurants enough for business. I like these little places.” [Y/N] shrugged, grabbing a menu herself even though she knew what she was going to order. “Unless you were expecting-”

“No! N-no, this is great,” Diego assured with a smile, nodding a bit before looking down at the menu.

The waitress came a few moments later to take their orders and left glasses of water behind, leaving the two to their own devices for a bit.

“Can I be honest?” she asked softly, swirling the slice of lemon in her water with the straw. “I’ve had a huge crush on you since... Probably that day you were being creepy in the hall.” [Y/N] chuckled as a blush rose to her cheeks, using her other hand to cover her face. “It’s so embarrassing. I had a picture of you from one of those teeny-bopper magazines on my wall when I was like... thirteen. Next to Jonathan Taylor Thomas and the Backstreet Boys.”

Diego stared in disbelief before laughing at the absurdity of it all. “I had a crush on you too,” he admitted. Shaking his head, he looked around the diner, imagining what would’ve happened if Reginald hadn’t caught him in the room when they were fifteen. “You were the first girl I had seen that wasn’t my sister and I thought you were ridiculously pretty.” Diego’s smile brightened when the pink in her cheeks darkened a bit. “I still think that.”

“Diego Hargreeves, you’re going to get me in trouble, aren’t you?”

“Depends on the kind of trouble you’re looking for.”

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Diego couldn’t stop smiling after that sort-of date with [Y/N]. They exchanged phone numbers after he walked her back to her car with promises to catch up to each other again. She left him with the lingering feeling of her lips on his cheek and he wasn’t sure if anything made him feel like that.

It had been two weeks since Diego saw her. Trying to date an accomplished scientist who constantly had meetings with other accomplished and brilliant people was almost impossible. But the flirty texts reassured him that she was actually interested, just busy as hell.

“Not to add to that giant ego of yours, but you got this in the bag,” Al assured as Diego bounced from foot to foot. “Shaw always favors his left side. Use that to your advantage.”

Diego just nodded, trying to focus on the sound of the crowd as the announcer began. He smirked when the locals loudly displayed their dissatisfaction with the interloper. Al clapped him on the shoulder and he began his walkout, keeping his head high to add to his cocky persona. Diego scanned the crowd as he climbed into the ring, his eyes locking with a familiar pair of curious eyes. He was definitely surprised to see [Y/N], remembering that she had some sort of benefit dinner or something and couldn’t come out to see him fight. Diego gave her a wink as the ref started his spiel about a fair, clean fight.

The fight went on longer than Diego expected, Shaw even managing to get a few decent hits in. Diego sighed as he collapsed onto the stool, rolling his eyes as Al chastised him for not keeping his guard up.

“If I have to get that girl out of here-”

Diego took one last drink of water, glaring at Al as his mouth guard was pushed back in. He nodded toward the ref as he stood back up, tapping gloves with Shaw again. Diego spared a glance at [Y/N], silently deciding he wanted this fight over with so he could get dinner with her.

It was over within a minute, Shaw knocked out cold on the mat. Diego huffed as his arm was raised as the winner, smiling a bit when he could make out [Y/N]’s cheering. He climbed out of the ring, mumbling his thanks as Al helped him out of his gloves. Diego’s head whipped around when he felt a hand on his back, a smile forming on his face when he saw who it was.

“You were great!” [Y/N] was grinning so wide Diego’s heart sped up again. “I started to get nervous before that last round but I should’ve known better.”

Diego slowly realized one of her hands was still on his hip, the other was gently wiping blood off his brow. Maybe it was the adrenaline or some repressed fantasy from when he was fifteen, but suddenly Diego leaned down to crash his lips against [Y/N]’s. Once his mind caught up to the rest of his body, he quickly realized what he did. He started to pull away but that was when she started to kiss back, the hand that was on his face moving to grasp the back of his neck. Diego wrapped his arms around [Y/N]’s waist to pull her close, the moment falling apart by her hands pushing on his chest.

“You’re sweaty!” she complained, laughing as she continued to wiggle out of his grasp. Diego chuckled once he processed that she was only pushing away because he was sweaty and not because she wasn’t happy. “Go take a shower!”

“You could join me,” he suggested with a smirk, a bit of pride swelling his chest when it looked like the woman seemed to consider it for a second.

“Go! Get! I’ll patch you up when you’re done.”

Diego did as he was told, taking a few steps backward to get one last look before turning all the way around to get to the locker room.

He made his way back to the boiler room once he was done with his shower, raising an eyebrow when he saw [Y/N] playing with one of his knives. “Don’t sue me if you cut yourself,” he warned, running the towel over his hair again as he descended the stairs.

“You really think that little of me?” she questioned from where she was perched on the little table in the middle of the room.

Diego walked over with a smirk, gently pushing her knees apart so he could stand between them. “Of course not,” he promised, leaning foward to rest his hands on either side of her thighs. Diego’s heart thudded hard in his chest when she set the knife down to wrap her arms around his neck.

“I like your place,” she whispered, her eyes starting into his own like she was breaking him down to his core like she did with gadgets.

“I bet it’s no where near nice as yours,” Diego replied, his heart dropping into his stomach for a completely different reason now.

“I don’t know. You’re here, that’s a big plus.”

Diego shook his head, standing up straight again. “I’m not...” He felt his mouth go dry, it was only a matter of time before his tongue got heavy. “I c-c-can’t k-” Diego groaned. “I c-can’t k-k-ke-keep up.”

“Diego.” [Y/N]’s voice was soft and reassuring, but Diego didn’t want her pity. “Look at me,” she said forcefully, causing the vigilante to do so. “I’ve had a crush on you since I was a little girl. And now, you’re... A giant dork but I really like you.” Her smile was hard to ignore, his feelings of doubt starting to subside. “And you look like this.” Her eyes trailed over his still naked torso, shaking her head in disbelief. “None of the men in my field look like this that’s for sure.” [Y/N] reached out to take Diego’s hand to pull him back to the position they were previously in, wrapping her arms around his neck once more. “We might not work out, but it sure as hell isn’t going to be because you live in the gym you work at. I want to give this a try, if that’s okay?”

Diego wasn’t sure if the words would come so he just pressed his lips against hers as a silent acceptance. He felt the tension release from his shoulders when she kissed back.

Maybe they wouldn’t work out, but they definitely wouldn’t if he didn’t let himself try.

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@reblogserpent @knifeboydiego

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dczzle · 5 years

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╰ ☆ . WE’RE NOT OKAY: VERSE INFORMATION

it’s september, 1995. the start of a new school year. for thomas, scott, alex, mikey, and ollie, it’s their last, and for jesse, it’s the last he has with his friends. the six boys have been attending the carl m. pencey catholic prepatory academy (affectionately known as pencey prep by the boys) and its sibling elementary school, our lady of sorrows catholic school, for what feels like their whole lives. living in a small town, the banding together of the six seemed natural as they sought out peers with similar culture and interests as their own.

as teens, even generally well-behaved ones, do, the boys got into their fair share of trouble throughout high school. sneaking out, drinking, and experimenting with drug was mixed in with late nights playing dnd and gawking over cheap porno magazines that they stole from mikey’s older brothers. they’d begged countless times for their parents to cart the six of them to the movies, to comic-con, and to concert after concert (though they were denied permission to even go because jesse was too young, the night they snuck out to see green day was the best night of their lives).

things haven’t always been great, though. even when you’re living the dream, things never are. ( tw; death of all kinds, drug abuse & addiction, obsession, mental illness, abuse)

thomas zhang has, as far as he knows, always lived with his grandparents. he has asked, from time to time, about what happened to his parents, but they refuse to talk to him about it. kids from down the block told him that his parents were probably crack addicts and, after a while, thomas started to believe them. in early 1990, his grandmother was diagnosed with an aggressive form of bone cancer. she passed away before the end of the year, when thomas was only thirteen years old, leaving him in the care of his grandfather who, while a kind and gentle old man, wasn’t emotionally equipped to take care of a teenage boy.

scott yang is one of those kids that’s so well adjusted you just know there’s something going on deep down. and in his case you’d be one-hundred-percent correct. pencey prep’s freshman english teacher, mrs. ser, had always been scott’s favorite teacher. he did well in her class and she, as with all her other students, was always kind and encouraging to him. naturally, scott thought he was in lov with her, but mrs. ser was a mrs and her mr was highly abusive. scott used to dream of the day that he’d turn 18 and convince her to leave her husband so they could run away together. but halfway through his sophomore year, mrs. ser comitted suicide. her death changed scott, and he went as far as to change the way he walked home from school so he could stop by the cemetery and visit her grave. he often would- and still does- leave flowers and love letters on her grave.

alexander kim is that friend. you know, the one who always goes to you for advice and never fucking listens. who claims to be deep but doesn’t understand a fucking word he’s staying. that’s alexander. alexander who believes that his problems are the worst anyone has ever faced ever and is so dramatic about it that sometimes you think he’ll actually die as many times as he says he will. despite his dramatics, alexander has a perfectly fucking normal life. sure, his ex was an asshole for spreading those pictures of him, but that’s not a real problem.

michael lee has rich parents. rich parents who give their rich son a hefty allowance to spend however he wants. however he wants usually translates to one thing: coke. michael thought he was so fucking cool the first time he showed up to movie night with that little plastic bag. most of the guys thought he was too. the first time. it was less cool when he started showing up high all the time. it was way less cool when, after last year’s end of the school year bash, the boys found michael passed out and unresponsive on their friend’s front lawn. he promised after that that he’d get clean, but michael lies.

oliver lau has had night terrors almost his entire life. and if anyone asked him why, he’d tell them. obviously it was because the house he lived in was haunted. it was an older house with a very creepy basement that they rented out to a weird graduate student, and believably haunted. there were ghosts everywhere in the house, and they wanted to hurt him. it’s why he’d wake up covered in scratch marks and bruises. the ghosts were trying to kill him. why would it have been anything else? oliver believed that the ghosts of a family that used to own the house were tormenting him- but mostly the son ghost. for some reason he could picture the young man perfectly, even though oliver had never seen him before. because of course it was a ghost tormenting him, and not his subconscious telling him that there was something wrong with the way their house guest looked at him across the dinner table.

jesse min has spent most of his life in quite a precarious family situation. his father has been in and out of his life since he was a baby, and jesse’s mother can never seem to find luck with keeping a job or a sugar daddy. for several instances in his life, jesse was moved out to live with his father (or, more often, his father’s friends) while his mother was trying to get back on her feet. then he’d go back to his mother so his father could get back on his feet, and vice versa. his being enrolled in private school was a means to keep him from having to change schools every time he changed addresses, and there were stretches of time throughout middle and high school that jesse ended up staying with mikey or oliver instead for a month or two while his parents were transient. he always goes back to them, though, because jesse knows how much they love him and how hard they work to give him a life they think he deserves.

#yes i DID set it in the 90s bc that was when mcr were in high school thanks for asking #uh 100 tws on this #╰ ☆ . group; we're not okay #╰ ☆ . thomas & about #╰ ☆ . scott & about #╰ ☆ . alex & about #╰ ☆ . mikey & about #╰ ☆ . ollie & about #╰ ☆ . jesse & about

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theroguesharlequin · 6 years

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@robininthelabyrinth Drum roll please!

Aaaaaand I’m going with:

I=Imaginary Friend(s) Become Real, K=Kitsune, and L=Librarian!

Barry was a lonely boy after his parents were killed. While growing up in the Central City orphanage, Joe and Iris and Wally visited him often and he saw Iris at school (Joe tried so hard to adopt him, Barry knows he really did, but a single father on a cop’s salary was just not a good candidate in the eyes of the court), but he was still so lonely. And no one else wanted to adopt a ‘problem child’ who kept claiming that the lightning man had killed his parents.

The only time he wasn’t lonely was when he would sneak away in the middle of the night to play in the woods. The whole world would come alive for him and he had more friends than he could ask for. The funny tanuki that would talk about comics with him, the nice snow woman that would help him with his homework, the gold fox that would tell him the best ways to get back at his bullies, the klutzy tengu who stretch his face in funny shapes to cheer him up when he missed his parents, and many more.

But the ones he always felt closest to were the clever white fox and the bold red fox.

Len was swift with his words and his wit, always knew exactly what to say to make Barry laugh, or feel more confident. Mick was a solid warmth at his back, kind in his own way, and always filled Barry with courage with just his presence.

Barry cried for weeks when he was transfered to Keystone. He was still close enough to attend school with Wally and Iris, but his heart ached for the 'imaginary’ friends his newest therapist said he didn’t need anymore. It was time to grow up, he said, this was 'progress’. He didn’t understand what that meant, and he didn’t bother trying to explain how he still desperately needed them.

But time passes and children grow older, memories and heartache fades with age even if it’s not entirely forgotten.

Barry graduates college, having lived with joe while he attended, and buries himself in books more often than note. The worlds between the pages didn’t hurt like this one, and if there was sorrow or difficulty, all he needed to do was turn a page to end it.

He becomes a librarian to the surprise of few, government or special collections mostly, anything that kept his interaction with others to a minimum. But he loves rare books especially, so he can’t turn down the offer of work from a private collector.

The house is not far from the Central orphanage and he can’t help the pause in his step as he’s filled with nostalgia. Childish fantasies that still sometimes plague his dreams. He brushes them off and keeps walking.

He arrives to the mansion owned by a man named Harrison Wells.

It was less than a week filled with strange occurrences that he ran from the place in fear for his life. Everything was confusing and terrifying, Wells was not Wells, it wasn’t a man in lightning that had killed his parents but something seemingly even more impossible.

As the enraged voice tried to chase him only to be delayed by a strange shimmering blast and an oddly familiar voice, Barry wasn’t sure why he ran for the woods instead of the lit streets.

His cries for help were answered either way.

When Not-Wells shrugged off his attacker and was getting close, Barry was pulled back into strong warm arms with a gruff voice filling his ears.

“Sit tight, doll. Lenny’s got this.”

Mick, his strong red fox. Only he wasn’t a fox, at least not now. Instead he was the kind of rugged handsome that models strove for on the cover of motorcycle magazines and often occupy Barry’s dreams.

“Thawne, how many times are we going to have to play this game? We both know I’m much better at it. Unfortunately for you, I’m also growing bored of it.”

“Give me what is owed me! That brat is the last of the line! His ancestors brought this curse down upon themselves! My claim takes priority! He was mine before he was ever born!”

“I think you need to cool it. We foxes are known to hold a grudge but you’re being ridiculous, not to mention creepy, don’t you think? We’ve been over this. Scarlet is mine.”

“Ours.” Mick chimed in.

“Enough talking!” Thawne snarled.

The fight that followed was glorious and devastating.

There was a moment when it was seemingly over and Len, his clever fox, turned to him to no doubt strut and demand Barry’s attention and praise as he always had in the past. Len was even more beautiful as a man than he was as a fox, an impressive feat in itself. He was a cold beauty that even the greatest sculptors couldn’t hope to capture.

But Thawne rose up behind him with terrible red eyes and Barry moved without thinking.

Grabbing the blade of fire Mick had held at his side this entire time, the twin to Len’s ice, he moved faster than should be possible and ran Eobard throw just as the ball of lightning lit up the clearing.

Barry woke days later in a grand room and a warm bed, surrounded by every luxury he could think of. Two foxes, one red and one white, curled on either side of him.

His movement woke them and soon two half naked were on either side.

“You’re finally home, Scarlet.”

“Took ya long enough. We’ve been waitin.”

Barry cried.

His foxes were flustered by the reaction and tried to comfort him as best they could. Eventually he calmed down, held tight in their arms, and smiled.

“I’m home.”

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If later that day Barry grew a tail and accidentally zapped his friend Cisco when the tanuki startled him, and his foxes bring up something about a wedding approaching, well that’s a story for another time. : D

#coldflashwave #coldflash #flash fic #flash drabble #barry allen #leonard snart #mick rory

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ingloriousblasters · 6 years

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Second Chances (Merle x OC) AU - Chapter Eleven

Synopsis: Finding herself pregnant and unwed, Nora Buckley thought she’d never return to the small town of Redwater, Georgia. Five years later, life has brought her back to the town she swore she’d never go back to. In a hurry to find a place to live and a job to provide for her daughter, Anna, Nora reluctantly takes a position at the old Dixon farm on the outskirts of town, where she meets fellow Redwater outcast, Merle Dixon. Takes place in early 1960s.

A/N: So I wanted to get this chapter out before I leave for the weekend. I’ve had this chapter planned for like months (maybe almost a year) and didn’t realize until yesterday how almost holiday appropriate it was? Although, I’m envisioning the timeline somewhere around the end of September, so not quite Halloween.

Warnings: Some spoilers for the movie Psycho, so if you somehow haven’t seen, or don’t know the twist ending to an almost 60 year old movie, you’ve been warned.

Chapter Eleven

The day Merle was given the all clear, he hurled himself back into the fields. His arm ached every now and then, but he refused to relax. Everyone was busy on their own schedule as summer finally seemed to be drawing to a close. Anna and Nora’s mornings became less frantic as they fell into a routine, with Anna still able to gather eggs from the coop before breakfast. They had everything down to a science and knew exactly what time the bus would be out front.

The sudden lack of spare time also allowed Merle to avoid the eventual conversation with Nora about what happened on the tractor. It was the only thing on his mind as he tended to the fields, how close he was. It was like an electric force pulling them together before Darylina ruined it. Dummy couldn’t ever take a hint. Merle wasn’t sure how to bring it back up, or if Nora even wanted him to since she never talked about it again either. In a way, he was almost content to never talk about it again. Merle never understood why he was this way when he knew that wasn’t what he wanted. He could feel Nora slipping from him as the days went by, and the thought of that made him angry. Merle threw a rotten tomato as hard as he could towards the woods, and sighed. Distracted in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the swooshing sound of the plant leaves getting closer.

“Hey,” Nora called.

“Shit!” Merle whispered and whirled his head around at her voice. His sudden turn causing Nora to take a step back.

“Sorry, did I scare you?”

Merle huffed a laughed. “What?” Aw, nah darlin. Ya didn’t scare me.” He cleared his throat and puffed out his chest, while his heart rate started to even out on the inside. Nora raised a brow at him.

“Uh, what did ya need?” he asked.

“I was just seeing how much longer you were gonna be out here,” she responded. “I was gonna get a roast started since Anna will be home soon.”

“Jesus,” Merle rubbed a hand over his sweat drenched face. “Is it that time already?”

“Mmhm.”

“Ya know, sometimes I don’t even know what day it is?” he joked.

Nora gave him a short smile while she folded her arms. “Well, you’ve been pretty busy,” she answered.

Merle could hear the forced kindness in her voice. It stung his heart. His eyes fell and he stared at his dirt covered boots while nodding his head. The awkward silence of their first encounters seemed to be breathing new life again.

“Well, I guess I better get back to the house,” Nora said softly and Merle watched as her shadow slowly moved away from him. Ya gonna lose her for good if ya don’t do something, Dixon, his mind yelled at him.

“Wait!” Merle called and jogged up the row of green vegetation. Nora stopped to let him catch up. All of their conversations since the tractor had been brief, nothing lasting longer than a few minutes. She wondered what was so important now.

“I, uh wanted to thank ya for everything you did while I was outta commission,” he smiled.

“Oh,” Nora said flatly. “You’re welcome.” She moved to head back towards the house when she felt Merle’s warm hand wrap around her upper arm, gently pulling her back.

“No, uh, what I meant was...um,” Merle’s hand moved from Nora to scratch the back of his head while he thought of the right words. “When was the last time ya seen a picture?”

Nora shrugged her shoulders.

“Um, I...I’d like ta take ya, if you’ll let me, this weekend. They finally showing that new Hitchcock one over in Greenwood.” Merle held his breath as he waited for her to respond.

Nora furrowed her brows as she thought Merle’s words over. He hadn’t so much as complimented her since the tractor incident. A part of her thought Merle might have changed his mind after that day, that their relationship had become too real so he backed off. She watched his mannerisms while thinking it over, noticing how he bit his lower lip and his eyes almost resembled that of a puppy dog with his brows lifting and creasing at an angle. She was still a little upset with him, but she couldn’t deny she wanted to go.

“What about Anna?” she asked.

“Daryl could watch her or something,” Merle immediately replied. “I take that as a yes?” Nora smiled again, this time with a softness in her features and a hopefulness in her eyes, and nodded her head.

“It’s a date then,” Merle remarked and walked with her to the farmhouse. The fields had been tended to enough for the day.

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Nora stood in front of the small sink in the shed, holding her compact mirror in one hand and adjusting the strands of her unruly hair with the other. The lamp near the kitchenette held the best light and she stuck the mirror further out to see as much of herself as she could. She had pinned her waves back on both sides and let the rest hang loose, hitting just past her shoulders. Nora moved her head back and forth and up and down, making sure the little makeup she did put on hadn’t smudged. She had coated her lashes in a deep black mascara and painted her lips with a soft red to contrast against the blush colored, tea length dress she decided to wear. Her eyes caught Anna, sitting on the bed with a smile on her face watching her. A knock at the door cut through the silence and Anna ran over to let Merle in.

“Merle!” she greeted him wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Hey Bug, you and ya Mama ready?” he asked.

“Yep,” Nora answered while turning around and closing her compact. She walked over to the small table and placed it in her coin purse then walked up towards the two. Merle’s smile grew as she neared, his eyes roamed from the top of her head down to her feet and he tucked his hands in his back pockets.

“Hi,” he grinned while his shoulders swayed back and forth and his blue eyes finally landed back on Nora’s.

“Hi,” she smiled softly. Her full cheeks turning a slight pink hue. For the briefest moment it was just them.

“Why can’t I go to the movie?” Anna whined, breaking the bubble Merle and Nora found themselves in once more.

“Because this is a grown up movie, baby,” Nora said. She walked back to the table and grabbed the white canvas bag she had packed Anna’s stuff in. “You remember me telling you that. Ya gonna go over to Doris and Marty’s house tonight and have dinner.” Anna sighed and pouted as she walked out of the shed door and towards the parked vehicles, kicking at whatever piece of nature fell in her path.

“We’ll go see a cartoon soon, Bug. Alright?” Merle tried to reason with the five year old. He didn’t even think Anna might be jealous about them going somewhere without her. He clearly still had a lot to learn about kids.

They loaded up in Merle’s truck and headed into town. When they got to Doris’ house, Anna seemed to perk up a bit. The warm, sweet scent of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies hit their noses as the front door opened and Doris ushered them in. Nora knew Anna would be spoiled rotten here, but she didn’t mind. In fact, Anna managed to talk Doris into eating a cookie before dinner just to make sure they tasted good.

“So what show are you going to?” Doris asked with enthusiasm while walking Nora and Merle to the door.

“Oh, that new Hitchcock one,” Nora replied.

“Oh my,” the older woman responded. “The magazines say it’s suppose to be terrifying.”

Merle waved a passing hand at her. “Ain’t nothing that can scare a Dixon,” he boasted. Nora smiled to herself at his words, thinking about the other day when Merle jumped when she called him.

“We should be back around nine thirty or so,” Nora replied as they walked out to the porch.

“Oh take your time dear, no rush,” Doris waved them goodbye.

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The ride over to Greenwood was passed with anticipated talk about the movie. It had finally made its way down to the small towns of America and they both wondered how scary it would be. The drive-in was half full by the time Merle pulled into the large expanse. The gravel crunched underneath the tires as they slowed and turned into a spot near the back. As Merle turned the ignition off an advertisement with dancing bags of popcorn, hotdogs, and cups of soda appeared on the giant screen, illuminating the truck in red and blue hues.

“Ya want something ta eat? Im starvin,” Merle asked and Nora agreed. Before hopping out of the truck, he cranked the driver side window down and the brisk night air filled the cab. Merle reached for the round speaker attached to the post and hung it on the door as he got out. With Merle’s broad frame gone, the cool air sent a shiver down Nora’s spine. She folded her arms over each other as goosebumps started to appear, but they only became worse as the screen went black and suddenly sharp, franic, string notes began to play through the metal speaker. A few minutes later, Merle returned with a large bag of buttery popcorn and two cokes. He handed Nora the beverages through the open window before getting back in.

“Music’s kinda creepy ain't it?” he stated.

“Uh hunh,” Nora responded while reaching for a handful of popcorn. They munched on the snack and slurped their drinks as the credits continued to roll. When the screen finally landed on a woman in her lingerie reclining in bed with a shirtless man standing next to her, Merle let out a low whistle.

“This is gonna be some movie,” he whispered. Merle continued to give his own commentary as the film went on to Nora’s enjoyment.

“Atta girl,” he hollered when Marion Crane packed her bags and the forty thousand dollars.

Nora asked for some more popcorn and Merle held the bag in the middle of them, waiting for Nora to reach her hand out. When she did, he pulled his away and chuckled.

“Merle!” Nora laughed at his antics. She tried again and Merle pulled away. Giving a huff, Nora tried for a third time and when Merle stuck his arm out, this time he let her grab a handful of the salty treat. After taking a sip of the sweet, syrupy soda a chill ran through her body and Nora folded her arms again, rubbing her hands up and down her expose skin.

“Ya cold?” Merle asked as he glanced over at her sitting in the passenger seat.

“Just a little.”

“Come here,” Merle set the bag of popcorn in his lap and raised his right arm, resting it along the top of the bench seat. Nora looked over at him and bite her lip. Slowly, she slid across the faded tan plastic. Moving to the middle seat, Nora smoothed out the skirt of her dress when Merle’s arm slid around her. The warmth from his calloused hand running up and down her arm soon had Nora relaxed and comfortable. While Merle absentmindedly stroked her arm, Nora took the bag of popcorn from his lap and started to munch on a few pieces. With his other hand, Merle reached over to try and grab some and when she saw him out of the corner of her eye, Nora moved the bag at the same time. A smile creeped on her face.

Merle bellowed a laugh. “Alright, I deserved that.”

Soon they became engrossed in the movie that had taken an eerie turn when the woman stopped at an almost abandoned motel. The popcorn was tossed to the side as the suspense kicked in. The lack of music playing on the screen made Nora uneasy and without thinking, she placed a nervous hand on Merle’s knee.

The silence in the air was deafening and Nora’s grip tightened as the blurred image of the bathroom door opened and a shadowy figure neared the shower. Nora felt Merle’s arm stiffen as the figure came closer and closer. When the curtained opened and the shrilling music started to play, Nora jumped and Merle’s hand clamped down on her side.

“Oh shit!” he yelled as the woman was stabbed to death in quick flashes. Screams erupted from the surrounding vehicles at the terror on the screen, and Nora closed her eyes until the music subsided. Her heart pounded against her chest and she could still feel Merle’s grip on her.

“What kinda movie did you take me to?” she turned to face him. Merle just stared at the screen, wide eyed with his mouth opening and closing trying to find words, but nothing came out. Nothing scares a Dixon, huh? Nora smirked to herself. They spent the rest of the movie in each other’s embrace with Nora eventually resting her head on Merle’s plaid covered shoulder. When Detective Arbogast met his doom, they jumped in unison again.

Neither spoke as the screen faded to black and they waited for the line of cars leaving to die down before Merle started the old truck. Both lost in their own thoughts about what they just watched.

“I liked it,” Nora finally said as they traveled down the dark stretch of road connecting Greenwood to Redwater.

“Ya did?” Merle asked. He glanced over to Nora’s shadowy frame and then back at the dimly lit road, amazed at her words.

“Mmhm, it was different,” she responded.

“Yep, it was,” he agreed.

So are you. The thought flitted through Merle’s head as they passed the worn down sign welcoming them back to Redwood.

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They stopped at Doris and Marty’s to pick up a zonked out Anna. Dressed in her purple night shirt and pants, the little girl was curled up on the couch with her favorite stuffed puppy dog tucked underneath one arm. Nora scooped her up in her arms and she and Merle gave whispered ‘thank yous’ and ‘goodbyes’ to the older couple. Merle opened the passenger side door for Nora and helped her get in, waiting until both her and the kid were settled before shutting it.

The ride back to the farmhouse was quiet so as to not disrupt Anna’s sleep and when Merle parked in the grassy area, he hopped out and took her from Nora’s arms.

“Here,” he gestured. “I got her.” They carefully transferred the tired girl from Nora’s lap to Merle’s arms, trying their best not to wake her. Anna’s heavy eyes fluttered open a few times through the exchange, but she quickly nuzzled into the crook of Merle’s neck and fell back asleep.

Nora walked in front of him to open the door to the shed and Merle gently laid Anna on the rickety mattress and pulled the covers over her. They walked back outside, and Nora shut the door quietly. Out in the open air, she looked up at Merle while tucking her unruly strands of hair behind her ear. From the light of the full moon, she could see the prominent outline of his strong jaw, and his blue eyes had a hypnotizing glow to them.

“I had a nice time tonight,” she commented, as she pushed her hair away again while the breezy night continued to undo her efforts.

“Yeah, me too,” Merle agreed. “Should do it again sometime.”

Nora nodded her head and smiled.

“Uh, I was thinking,” he started again and paused.

“Yeah?” Nora urged him on, fixing another flyaway strand. Merle lifted his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, his hand cupping her cheek. He forgot what he was going to ask as he got lost in Nora’s eyes. Suddenly, he felt like he was back on the tractor, she was so close to him again.

“Daryl ain’t around is he?” he whispered as his thumb stroked the soft skin of her cheek. Nora shook her head as her heart began to pick up a fast rhythm. Her eyes glanced to Merle’s lips as he quickly licked them and his face inched closer to her own. A feeling of deja vu came over her for a split second, thinking something would interrupt them again, but the idea went away as quickly as it came when Merle’s lips connected with hers. Nora closed her eyes and sighed at the warmth that ran through her body. Merle’s slightly chapped lips glided over hers and Nora’s body awakened for the first time in years. The electricity flowing between them couldn't be ignored and Merle let a groan of satisfaction slip from his mouth. Nora wrapped her arms around Merle’s neck, running her hands through the short curls at the base of his neck.

Remembering what he was going to ask, Merle reluctantly broke away from her lips to ask Nora what he had intended.

“Uh, listen,” he started, still in a haze. “I was thinking, the nights are gonna start getting pretty cold out here soon, and I don’t want the kid getting sick. I was thinking...” Merle paused again and cleared his throat. “I want ya both to come move into the house.”

Nora’s mouth fell open. “Really?” she asked.

Merle nodded his head.

Nora smiled and tugged him closer to continue where they left off moments ago. Merle’s hand snaked around Nora’s waist while his other dared to creep lower, resting on her bottom. A faint moan escaped Nora’s mouth. Both needing a breath, they broke apart again huffing in the night air. Merle could feel the blood beginning to flow below his waist, but knew nothing would happen tonight.

“Well, guess we better call it a night. Gotta a lot to do tomorrow,” he said before he could make a fool of himself.

“Ok,” Nora smiled and slowly dropped her arms from him. She turned to open the shed door and paused with her hand on the knob.

“Merle?” she called.

“Yeah?”

Nora walked towards him and lifting on her tiptoes placed a soft, quick kiss to his lips. “Goodnight,” she whispered.

“Night, sugar,” he grinned.

“Sugar? No more darlin?” Nora joked.

“Ya always be my darlin, but I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough of ya sugar...sugar.”

Nora’s cheeks flushed with warmth and slight embarrassment from the new nickname. “Night,” she giggled and pushed Merle’s chest playfully.

She changed into her nightgown and joined Anna on the bed, but found herself unable to fall asleep. Her thoughts filled not with the terror of a mentally unstable killer, but of the rugged, grumpy farmer who gave her a chance when she needed it most, and somehow snuck his way into her heart.

Tags: @tyferbebe

#merle dixon #merle dixon x oc #second chances #merle dixon fanfiction #michael rooker fanfic #walking dead au

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super-lemon-sama · 5 years

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I had another super realistic dream-

Just like the dream wife dream, it felt like that was my real life, like I was actually there.

Sadly this is one of the dreams I don’t remember as well as other but what basically happened was two things. I made friends with this dude and his friends and found out I had a crazy stalker.

the dream will be under the cut and also I made some pictures for it too! ^^

So I was living in this apartment that was basically just one room and a closet ((I mean but I liked it so what'evs i guess. also it was literally just the computer room we had in Oklahoma that I felt was very nice some days and very scary other days.))

there are a couple bits I remember better than others, one that I somehow befriended this guy (who I very specifically thinking in my head in the dream as I was looking at him that His hair was Neapolitan colored and it made me laugh, and so I called him Neapolitan and Neo' from then on.) I don’t remember how we met or what we were talking about before it happened (maybe I was at a party???) but I remember we hadn’t known each other that long but I asked him to walk me home bc I had been getting a creepy feeling all day and he was like "hmmm aight'"

and I held out my hand and he was like

"????what???"

so I dead ass super serious was like

"You gotta hold my hand, it's a sign of trust in my culture, and is good luck."

lmaooo I mean in my dream the culture thing was true but I also remember thinking that it would help me tell if he decided to pull out a knife for some reason. ((Like this dude wasn’t even a badie, I was just super suspish of everyone that day))

Anyway we're walking outside in a park or somin and we approach this building. you know how at beaches or public pools they have a building that are like a bathroom for girls and guys but separated by side?

Like this

Well dudes like

"hey, I need to pee, you okay if we stop for a sec?"

and I was like

"hhhhhhhhhdshghjgs yeahiguess."

obviously only more scared since we left. and he's like

"look if you're really so worried then just come into the bathroom with me and stand outside the stall, that way I’m right there if something happens and you can look out for trouble for me."

and so obvi I’m like

"//gasp// I can’t go in THERE! That’s the boys room!"

so neos like

"It's like 12 at night, Literally no one's around to care, you'll be fine. You know unless we aren’t actually alone muahaha"

and I’m like

"shuuut your shit up, I’m big scared okay... fine, just hurry up"

and we walk in

And I’m just realizing now that even though it was the boys room that is literally was just a girls bathroom with just stall and no urinals lmaooo

it looked a lot like this

i remember it very specifically being really dimly lit and the colors were very blue grey, and dark green

i also remember looking down to see if anyone was in one of the stalls but we were in the clear

Anyway as he peed i was getting really nervous and had a daydream thing like I used to get sometimes in Oklahoma where I very vividly imagined something happening. it was of this figure phasing through the wall and running at me really fast

the figure looked like this at first

Its head was covered in this thick tough flesh that made me thing of those rubber masks they make for Halloween, but really thick, once it reached me its face changed into a mans face, but I don’t remember what it looked like, just that he was smiling

I got really scared when I snapped out of it and started hearing a really loud breathing coming from the the stall closest to the exit

as well as this low humming tone that kept getting louder and closer. I saw the latch to the stall start sliding so I screamed to Neapolitan that we need to run right now

and neo busts through the stall I was guarding and grabs my hand and we zoom tf out of that place all the way back to my apartment. like I dead ass was so exhausted that I was actually panting and trying to catch my breath in my dream. like never in my life have I felt like that while in a dream, it was wild.

he was like

"whoa, that was scare as fuck, what the shit???? Do you like,,,,, want me to stay over tonight and make sure nothing happens?"

and I'm like

"KJDFLKADGFALKGFALKDHJ YESPLEASE"

like sobbing but also dying from running so literally nothing I said was anything close to comprehensible, but he got what I meant.

I only got the pullout couch and offered him to sleep on top while I sleep under it ((it's what I do okay, that's not even my weird ass dream logic thats my real ass what I do irl logic))

and he was like,

"nah that's okay you got a pretty comfy chair, i'll just chill in this and keep watch okay?"

and I like got choked up again bc I was literally so thankful. like even rn even though it was a dream I still feel really thankful???? i just normally never speak to people in my dreams really so it's like more important to me?? Idk

but I remember waking up (in my dream) and seeing him like passed out in the chair arms crossed and it was super funny, but I wake him up and I'm like

"hey thanks for being so cool man, let me buy you breakfast."

and he's like

"Oh man, that sounds great, thanks!"

I vaguely remember that we ate from my apartments like bed and breakfast buffet thing but I don’t remember it that well, but I do remember that some stuff happened after that that had to do with hallways and that going back to my apartment the land lord was standing in front of my door and he was like,

"hey uhhh, I got some bad news for you..."

and I'm like

"uhhhhhhhhh whaaaaat???"

so I remember the landlord sitting in my chair and telling me about how someone broke into my apartment but I wasnt really listening bc there was a storage box on the floor and hanging off of it were a couple of necklaces. ((necklaces I have in real life btw)) but one very specifically that I wore like every day in middle school and the beginning of high school that I had lost not to long after moving into the apartment ((this was true irl and the dream))

the necklace was a thin gold chain with a bunch of miss matched charms on it

I was fixated on it because literally how could it be here right now and why does it look different????

i pick it up and it has a bunch of copper pennies attached to it

it was SCARY vivid, like I was strapped into this dream like it was real life and even my dream self was looking at it like it was crazy real

I remember how the pennies were copper and pretty clean and how they weren’t just added to the ends but mixed into the other charms so whoever did this took the time to take off all the charms and place them back on a certain way with the pennies, I remember the weight of it in my hands when I picked it up and the specific weight at the bottom of the chain from all the pennies and charms

oh man I remember the chinkling sound it made and when i picked it up and I got that panic attack hot cold and nauseous feeling all over. Because I specifically wore that necklace because of the sound it made when I wore it. I liked the clinking sound it made, and who ever took it KNEW THAT

Sometime later im chillin with the dude and his friends, ((it's two other girls)) and I dont remember exactly what we were talking about but this one girl with pokey straight black hair says

"Oh for sure!"

confirming that she agreed with some sort of sentiment. she was just a bold person. not loud and obnoxious and not mean. she just had a up front opinion is all, and I thought she was really cool.

oh and we're all chilling on this deck thing but it's like indoors

we got a bunch of books and magazines and stuff

and neo is layin across me, like not in a funky way, but in a chill friend way and everything is chill and he moves closer to my face as he's asking me something and im in the middle of answering him when I get really tense bc I suddenly realize he's really close to my face and that I could totally smooch him if I wanted to. which like I did but I don’t deal with that kinda stuff well so I probably would have just laid there awkwardly not saying anything while I screamed internally until he's like "uhm you okay?" but my alarm woke me up so I'll never know what dream me would have done. Lmaooooo

any stressor like that dead ass makes my head go "brain function .exe has stopped working, please close out and try again later" so maybe that lmaooo

anyway, that was pretty much all I remembered, but just like the dream wife dream it was CRAZY real.

I hope that wasnt to boring to read or to hard to understand! ^^;

#my art #dream #neapolitan dream #scary dream #nightmare #long post

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I Can Explain

Prompt: Hermann walks in on Newt about to drift with a kaiju brain. “I can explain!”

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15233352

“I can explain!” Newt said, dropping the pons headset he was about to put on his head.

Hermann leveled his most unimpressed look at him and crossed his arms. “Can you.”

It wasn’t a question.

Newt swallowed nervously. “Okay, so, like, I know it looks like I’m about to drift with a kaiju brain that I cloned because the other two brains we used were fried. Looks, uh, a whole helluva lot like that. But it’s not.”

“No.”

“No, it’s…a thing that…good excuse…”

“Newton, I heard a better excuse from you that time I walked in on you trying to safely mix kaiju blue into a smoothie.”

“As I told you before, Hermann, I wasn’t trying to make a kaiju smoothie, I was trying to test the process of detoxifying the blood for the purpose of environmental cleanup after the kaiju were defeated.”

Hermann nodded. “Yes. Exactly that. Completely ridiculous excuse for a completely ridiculous situation and still better than this one.”

“You’re hallucinating! I’m taking photos for a scientific journal! I’m going to be on the front cover of another magazine! I’m making my costume for Comic-Con! I actually wanted an opportunity to destroy a kaiju brain but first I had to make one! I can’t sleep without the sound of the tank! Do you know how much money Hannibal Chau can get me for this?”

Hermann frowned. “Newton.”

“Hermann.”

“Why in God’s name are you planning on drifting with a kaiju?”

“I’m not…”

“Newton.”

“Hermann,” Newt said again, feeling unbearably childish but refusing to listen to the lecture Hermann was sure to give him one second sooner than he had to. He might deserve this. Maybe. Just a little. But that still didn’t mean he was planning on welcoming it.

“I can out-stubborn you, Newton. You know I can.”

Newt couldn’t help a laugh at that. “You? When have you ever out-stubborned me? Like ever? In your life?”

Hermann’s reply was simple. “Munich. When it mattered. Sydney.”

Newt stilled. He forgot, sometimes, because he had the tendency to double down and refuse to budge at the slightest show of doubt or ridicule while Hermann lacked the capacity to care half as much about the various inanities they disagreed with most of the time. Hermann liked to save his moments of extraness for when it really mattered to him and something told Newt this was one of those times. That didn’t necessarily mean he’d outlast Newt, of course, but it would be an out and out ordeal. Hermann’s patience in these situations was a little frightening.

“Don’t you feel you’re overreacting?” he asked instead.

Hermann raised an eyebrow archly. “I haven’t gone and fetched a grenade launcher to fire at that horrible creature and had you involuntarily undergo a psych evaluation so, if anything, I’m dramatically underreacting.”

Newt rolled his eyes.

“Oh, don’t you dare, Newton! Not after you almost died that first time. Those seizures were horrifying and it took you far too long to fully come back to yourself!”

“Well, yes, there was that,” Newt was forced to admit. “But I really think the problem there was my crap equipment and the fact it was only a tiny piece of a brain and I had never drifted before. It went way better the second time when we were able to drift with a full brain and I had the right stuff to use and some idea of what to expect. You were barely even sick and I was just fine which I think really points to the experience I had by then.”

Hermann uncrossed his arms so that his hands could give a very good impression of wringing Newt’s neck. “That’s the key word, Newton. We. That’s why I went with you! Certainly the higher-quality equipment would have helped though I don’t know whether the difference in the brain did. But you would have just ended up getting yourself killed, or close to it, drifting alone a second time in the same night on your own. We needed to share the neural load.”

Newt peered confusedly at him. “Is that your weird way of asking if we can do another threesome right here? Because, I mean, if so this is the most roundabout way of asking I’ve ever heard and – believe me – I’ve heard some indirect attempts to have a threesome before. Even said some of them myself before I realized how fucking stupid and time-wasting they were. But then, I guess if you were going to ask it would figure you’d do it like this. Make it out to be all my idea so you could yell at me afterwards if things went wrong and maybe even fi they didn’t. And speaking of! What kind of person goes around yelling at someone for doing something they’re about to ask if they can do, too?”

Newt didn’t think he had ever seen Hermann look so horrified before. Not even when he realized that Newt’s kaiju tattoos covered not just his arms but his entire torso or the first time he heard Newt call Pentecost a fascist or when he watched Newt drink that smoothie.

“Newton…I…” Hermann broke off, his face turning a funny purple color. “As if I would ever…why in the actual hell would you…of course I’m not asking to drift with a kaiju brain with you! And I’m yelling at you because you are being a complete imbecile and courting death! Either for yourself or this whole planet!”

Newt rolled his eyes again. “And people say I’m the hyperbolic one.”

“You are,” Hermann said. “Given how badly off you were after that first drift and the fact it will be a cold day in hell before I ever drift with one of those monstrosities again, you dying is hardly an absurd outcome. And inviting a hivemind that has been seeking to destroy all life on this planet off and on since the time of the dinosaurs opens up a very real risk of destruction to this planet!”

Newt blew a raspberry at him.

“Very mature, Newton,” Hermann said, rolling his own eyes. Apparently it was okay when he did it. Which was just typical. “Now stop deflecting. Why are you…no, wait, better question. If you do go through with this drift – which you will be doing over my cold, dead body just so you are aware – how many drifts would that make it? Know that I am expecting an honest answer but that every drift over three I will react appropriately to.”

“ ‘React appropriately to’?” Newt repeated incredulously. “You make it sound like you’re going to…to…punish me like a child or something! Or seek bloody vengeance on me!”

“Well you will find out what I mean depending on what your honest answer is,” Hermann said placidly. “Now how many?”

Newt exhaled loudly. “This is just the third, okay? The first one without you and the second one with and this one…well we’ll see how this goes, won’t we?”

“Thank heaven for small mercies,” Hermann murmured.

“Hermann, can I just point out you’re acting like you just found out I’m a murderer but I only murdered one guy instead of more?”

Hermann considered it and nodded. “You may. It’s a very flawed analogy but perhaps the seriousness of it is comparable.”

Newt couldn’t resist. “No animals were harmed in the making of this kaiju brain.”

Hermann gave a long-suffering sigh. “Now that we know this is only the third time and – only the third time, I say, as though that is a reasonable amount of times to be drifting with a kaiju brain – we can get back to my original question. Why are you drifting with a kaiju brain, Newton?”

“Uh…”

It wasn’t that he didn’t have an answer to that. He totally did. And it was a great answer. But it was hard to put into words and it involved a great deal of impulsiveness and he didn’t think Hermann would approve of that.

He struggled to organize his thoughts. “Well there’s several reasons.”

“Regale me with them.”

Newt ticked them off on his fingers. “Well, to begin with, because its super cool and I can which I’ll acknowledge right now is my weakest reason but it’s also like 80 percent of why I do anything. Then there’s the fact that I am a biologist and kaiju have the weirdest and most unique biology that I’ve ever seen. Like, seriously, do you know how long I’ll need to figure out how kaiju that look nothing alike and have different abilities can have the exact same DNA? And you know one of my degrees is in anthropology! These may not be human societies but the precursors are a unique and fascinating – albeit incredibly dickish and genocidal – society we know nothing about even though they’ve been trying to kill us for well over a decade now and we deserve better than that. It’s going to be totally safe to do – well assuming you’re wrong and I don’t keel over which I’m pretty sure you are – because unlike last time the breach is closed so they can’t send any kaiju personally chasing after me and really what does it matter if I feel their creepy little bug eyes watching me for a bit? They can’t do anything about it and a little creepiness is worth what I’m going to get out of it. And finally, and what even you have to concede is a pretty good reason for doing this, we don’t know if they’ll be able to come back some day. We broke the breach, great, but what if they can fix it? Or open up another one? They probably know all about me by now so that’s no risk as long as I’m not developing new anti-kaiju measures, which I’m not, and there’s still so much I can glean from them! The things I get from them could help me figure out a way to stop them if they come back or-or, I don’t know, appease them so they fuck off and just let us live our lives!”

Hermann watched impassively. “Are you done?”

“What? Am I…yes, I’m done! But what is all that? I just through like thirty excellent reasons for doing this at you!”

“It was five,” Hermann said. “And most of them were terrible reasons.”

“You are so judgmental,” Newt sniffed.

“Newton, don’t make me explain to you how a drift connection goes both ways,” Hermann said. “You are far too brilliant for me to have to do that. Not to mention that you only just stopped complaining when Hannibal Chau did just that.”

“No, I know that,” Newt said, narrowing his eyes in annoyance. “That was part of my epic reasoning, if you were even listening. I know they’ll be able to see things, too, but, like, I’m only one person and they’re an entire hivemind. I drifted twice so they probably already know everything about me and if they don’t there’s not much they absolutely can’t know and the fate of humanity depends on it. Sooner or later they’ll know everything about me and I’ll just keep on soaking up fun facts about them.”

“And what about the ghost drifting?” Hermann prompted.

Newt couldn’t suppress a shiver. He really hadn’t liked the way those eyes had followed him everywhere that night. But fortune favored the brave and what was a little interdimensional stalking compared to everything he stood to gain? “It’ll be fine. They’ll get a little bit of manic rockstar in them and I’ll…I don’t know. Go out and try to join things?”

But Hermann didn’t seem amused. “Maybe at first. But the more you drift the more your drift connection grows and your goals you outlined make it seem that you intend even now for this to be a rather long-term project.’

“Well, I mean, how do you expect to become an expert on a foreign culture in one or two or ten times?”

Hermann looked pained at that. “Newton, I saw the look on your face when Marshall Pentecost told you he needed you to drift again. I’ve never seen you look more afraid or more desperate. It’s half the reason I knew I was going to go with you if I was anywhere near you when you drifted again.”

Newt’s eyes went distant as he recalled exactly what Hermann was talking about. It was perhaps the worst he had ever felt in his life and later that night he had almost been eaten by multiple kaiju. “But the second time went fine. And that was my immediate reaction. I knew what I had to do and I did it.”

“I watched your face,” Hermann continued, his voice softening. “I watched how quickly your emotions changed, from stuttering as you helplessly told him that you couldn’t do it again to the intrigue and almost anticipation when you asked if he had another brain. I didn’t understand it then. I don’t understand it now. But a part of you, even then, even shaking and bleeding and in tears, was looking to drift again.”

Newt looked away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

And he didn’t. He didn’t.

“Newton, what have you gotten from me? After the drift?”

Newt blinked at the unexpected change in subject. “I…you know what.”

“I do. But that isn’t the point.”

“I felt some of your thoughts, more of your emotions. Some of your pain was like a phantom pain. I started organizing things more. I almost bought one of those ridiculous sweaters you always like. My German got better. You know. Things like that.”

Hermann nodded. “And what did you get from the precursors?”

“Eyes.”

Hermann’s eyes were sympathetic. “Besides that. You said those faded fairly quickly.”

If one wanted to count all those hours running around chased by the giant monsters it turned out Raleigh was right about him not wanting to be up close and personal with as ‘fairly quickly.’

“I…nothing,” Newt said. “There was nothing else.”

“There’s always something else.”

“You don’t know that,” Newt argued. “I don’t know that. We’re the only ones who drifted with a kaiju so the studies on what happens for humans may not necessarily apply. What about you? Have you noticed any side effects? You only drifted the once but it was still something.”

“I haven’t been nearly as disgusted by the specimens as I usually have been,” Hermann admitted. “And I have found myself regretting that the brains were both destroyed when we drifted. Unfortunately, I cannot for the life of me parse out whether that comes from you or from them.”

That was…well…fair.

“You can’t possibly be sure, either,” Hermann said quietly. “The best case scenario is all the things that you said. We will learn so much and advance our technologies and sciences by decades. If the precursors come back we will better able to defend ourselves, perhaps if we are invaded by another species this will still give us a needed edge. All the best possible outcomes.”

Newt frowned at him suspiciously. “That all sounds very good but you don’t believe in best case scenarios.”

“True but I need to contrast it with the worst case scenario.”

Newt gave Hermann a very put-upon look. “The worst case scenario being that I’m just going to get myself killed and you would have saved my life for nothing and I’m wasting my potential and what if they come back and I’m not here to save the day. Yeah, I know. I’ve considered all of that.”

“No,” Hermann said, his voice nearly a whisper. “All of that could happen and it would be devastating. I would be devastated. But at some level, that is your choice to make. You are the kind of scientist who always half-expected to die conducting some reckless but brilliant experiment and won’t be disappointed if you do.”

Newt pushed right on past Hermann’s confession that he would be devastated because if he let those words hit him then he might as well just set that brain on fire right now. “Then what is the worst case scenario, Hermann?”

“The worst case scenario is that they can influence you back. Maybe even are influencing you right now. It would have to be subtle, of course. Clearly after one or even two drifts they haven’t managed to secretly take you over or you never would have stopped them and if you suspected something you would tell me. But what if it’s more insidious than that? What if it’s a whisper that you should clone the kaiju? Doesn’t that sound like something you’d already do? You should drift with it. It will be perfectly safe and there’s so much you can learn. And there really is. And the more they drift, the stronger the connection is until they convince you to do more and more for them. Until one day maybe they don’t have to convince you anymore. You’re the strongest man I know, Newton, but you’re one person up against an alien hivemind and I didn’t notice any sign of them coming out worse for the wear after you drifted with them. It’s not an indictment, Newton, one against millions? It’s not a fair competition. But that won’t save you. And if they get you in their clutches, they will eventually be able to reopen a breach and come through and kill us all. Our genocide at their hands delayed a few scant years and for what? Because you decided to invite those monsters back into your head.”

Hermann painted a very vivid picture. Newt would give him that.

“That…that wouldn’t happen. Worst case scenario, you said. You don’t believe in those, either.”

“Not generally though I’m more likely to accept those than the best case scenarios. It’s simply more practical. Safer. Is the potential benefit of the best case scenario worth the potential harm of the worst case scenario? And even if it is something more in the middle, there is a lot of harm that still come from you going through with this. Including your death, Newton.”

Newt swallowed hard. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

“I really haven’t,” Hermann said. “It’s just that obvious to me how terribly this could go.”

“It won’t.”

“You can’t promise that,” Hermann said. “Please, Newton, don’t put yourself at risk like that. Don’t put the world at risk like that. We only just got done saving it.”

“It’s not…” Newt shook his head helplessly.

“Look me in the eye, Newton, and swear to me that you are completely sure that you know why you want to do this and it is your desire and nothing else that has brought you here.”

Newt almost said yes.

He was very nearly certain.

But there was the vague uneasiness he had been feeling. It was nothing, really. It was just a natural caution in the face of undergoing something that had taken such a toll on him before.

He opened his mouth to say yes.

He shut it instead.

“Please, Newton.”

“Can we make it into fireworks?” he asked quietly. He always did love a good explosion.

Hermann’s responding smile was blinding. “I insist on it.”

Newt wasn’t sure at all that this was the right decision. Every cell in his body seemed to be screaming against it. But Hermann was smiling at him like he was a revelation so how could he possibly do anything else?

“You know,” Hermann said, as they headed off to locate some fireworks, “I’m very glad that you’re agreeing to destroy this brain now but since you were able to clone it the first time it occurs to me you may be able to clone it again.“

“Yeah, so?” Newt asked. He put his hands on his hips. “Hermann, are you saying you don’t trust me not to just make another one and drift with it the minute your back is turned?”

“Perhaps not the minute my back is turned,” Hermann said. “Perhaps not for a very long time. But if the precursors still linger in your mind…we really should drift again to find out.”

“Drifting with me to try and see if I need to be rescued? How romantic.”

“I have my moments,” Hermann said dryly. “But either way, how can we really be sure? No, we’re simply going to have to move in together in order to make sure I will be on hand to notice any mysterious cloning going on or you being out all night drifting or trying to end the world or however that would go.”

“Okay, first of all, please. If I’m going to be spending all that time doing secret shady stuff I’m doing it from the comfort of my own home,” Newt said. “Secondly, how can you possibly take something as big and meaningful as moving in together and make it about your weird paranoia I’m being corrupted by the hivemind?”

“It’s called multi-tasking, Newton. One would have thought you’d be quite good at it with the absurdly short time it took you to acquire all of those doctorates,” Hermann said.

“I hate you so much,” Newt grumbled.

“The fireworks can double as a celebration of our impending cohabitation and then afterwards we can go grab a nice dinner,” Hermann said, ignoring that.

“We are buying all of the fireworks they have,” Newt said. His hand was trembling but Hermann tangled his fingers together and it was steady.

#prompt fill #newmann #drifting #dialogue heavy #precursors #submission

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