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Could I have part 4 for The Way to A Man's Heart series with Riddle, Trey, Cater, Jack, and Kalim?

~Oh boy, this Au is getting bigger and bigger. God help me. Come eat you filthy animals~

"The Way to a Man's Heart" (part 4)

(Part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Notes:I spent a day on this. It's not proof read.

Riddle

I was confused on what to do for him to first but inspiration struck like lightning. This is way too long so if you like Riddle come get yall food.~

Yuu loved tea parties. She had thrown her fair share in her homeland with different themes and styles. With her talent for cooking and knowledge of many cultures she was booked to host events as a host and caterer just like her mom and dad. It was her pride and joy.

But cooking for her friends seemed to be enough. Until it wasn't.

For the past few days she had begun putting ideas in Riddle's head about hosting her own party.

She needed participants for this specific tea party but the problem was it required people who stuck to the rules. No other dorm could be as complaint as Heartslabyul expect maybe Draconia or Pomefiore but they might be too perfect if that makes sense. In reality Yuu just wanted to see Ace and Deuce suffer.

Riddle of course was very enthusiastic about party and added it to the schedule and making attendance mandatory.

Yuu couldn't help smirking knowing just how strict she was going to be.

The following Saturday Yuu rolled out tatami mats on the Ramshackle lawn. She had planted a few trees with help from Malleus and Leona for the event. Sakura trees that had a spell to keep them in bloom. Everything must be set up perfectly.

The Heartslabyul boys showed up at exactly 11:30 as instructed. Each had to wear traditional hakama.

Riddle had trouble following instructions for once. Yuu had specified that their attire be undecorated or plain. It could be colored but not bright or flashy so no red. When he had asked Yuu about it she made quite the face, one he imagined he had made many times at rule breakers.

"Red, is unacceptable. What? Are you getting married or showing off? It's not permitted to wear that unless your the host or a royal. Even then it's unseemly. This is a formal party Riddle not a informal tea." Yuu sounded unlike her usual soft and endearing self. Every word was deliberate and pointed. She took this seriously.

Riddle felt a bit chastised himself. He found that he wanted to follow her directions to the letter because of just how fervent she was. They had something in common now that she was making the rules and he had to forget his own to follow her's.

The group arrived in muted colors with minimal patterns but very well made. Of course they looked rather out of place in Ace, Cater and Riddle's case due to the ban on red. Cater chose yellow, Ace got orange and Riddle had pink. Trey had olive and Deuce had on navy blue.

Grim answered the door with a red and white rope tied around his neck and a gold bell that rang as he walked. He wasn't happy about the bell but he didn't make the rules.

Speaking of rules Grim was ordered to invite everyone inside. Shoes had to be removed and any unneeded items put away. Grim pointed to the scroll on the wall for everyone to read.

Riddle remembered that the scroll depicts the theme of the party.

He couldn't read the symbol on it. Why did she writing in another language?

Everyone took a seat as Grim rolled out a little cart with cups of tea on it. It was rather adorable as the cat served tea to the best of his ability. Yuu must had taught him. Grim was rather proud of himself as he explained that he chose this tea and made it himself.

Cater took plenty of pictures of the cat acting like a little butler. Grim was made into a meme by the magicam community instantly.

Riddle was very impressed as Grim told the group that the first tea was Sakurayu. A tea made from cherry blossoms pickled in plum vinegar though he chose to fargo salt in the process do to the aftertaste except in Carter's case.

It was a very different to the tea Riddle usually drank but it was very good. The blossoms unfurled in the hot water making a beautiful display. Everyone seemed to enjoy it but Ace and Deuce didn't have a taste for tea.

The group had to wait for Yuu's arrival as she entered wearing a pink kimono with a white obi and haired tied neatly an updo with cherry blossom tasseled hair sticks placed into her hair.

She greeted everything in a formal bow and made sure everyone in turn bowed as well. When Ace messed up and didn't bow properly at the waist a paper fan wacked him on the shoulder.

"Ace, try again." Yuu said with a smile but her eyes where clearly issuing a threat.

Yeah, Yuu and Riddle are alot alike.

Riddle in turn didn't say a word as. She watched her in astonishment.

Yuu instructed everyone to go outside to use the tsukubai to ritually wash their hands and mouths out before entering the tea garden.

Trey believed that every tea should begin like this. Everyone else but Riddle found it tedious.

Soon enough Grim escorted everyone outside to the garden to wait for the ceremony to begin.

Each of them had to sit in order of prestige. Riddle was seated first closest to the head followed by Trey, Cater, Deuce, and Ace. Ace complain about going last, but Deuce is still older by two months.

Ace began complaining about having to sit uncomfortably in seiza-style. Everyone was uncomfortable but Ace at least said it.

Riddle wouldn't dare admit his discomfort especially so early in the event. This was traditional and Yuu expectations were high. If he failed to meet her standards how could he expect her to meet his. If he can't do something so simple, she'd never trust his judgment again.

The event officially began with the audible closing of the door to the garden and Yuu entering and sitting down last.

"You guys are doing well. Seiza takes alot of practice. Your blood flow should improve overtime to make it easier." Yuu smiled as she turned down the outdoor burner for the water boiler. She neglected to mention how seiza isn't practice the same way since the Japanese government recognized it as a form of punishment considering the pain it caused. But her part her rules. "I hope you guys remember the ceremony takes about 4 hours to complete."

The audible groans that came from the group where hilarious. Yuu believed that the Riddle could use the humbling seeing the stained expression on his face.

"I don't know if I can do it." Deuce said, his face downcast and his teal puppy dog eyes on full display "I'm sorry, Yuu."

Her heart wasn't made of stone and Deuce her poor dumb-dumb was her her weakness.

"If that's the case we have seiza stools for you. It'll look like your sitting in position while taking the weight and stress of your legs." Yuu said giving in.

The boys took the offer, even Riddle knowing he wasn't expected to sit unassisted for 4 hours. He face was red with embarrassment when her noticed Yuu didn't need the aid of a stool.

As it was custom Riddle was promoted to ask questions about the ceremony for the group. The questions were written by Yuu before hand to help Riddle.

"What was the meaning of the scroll?" He asked.

"The theme is cherry blossom viewing. I thought it was best to be held outside." She answered in a rehearsed manor.

"What have you prepared?" He asked again.

"We shall begin with a meal with a watered down plum sake reserved for festivals. It's not strong enough to get drunk off of unless you have an entire bottle. Then we will take a break for a walk or play games. After that the tea ceremony begins. After we can go back to more casual fun." She said casual in an a different manor. She had plans.

After that Yuu presented the meal she had made. The meal served stared with a simple miso soup, rice, and salmon sashimi.

Ace and Deuce ate greedily with Grim and only stopped when Yuu gave them the evil eye. They reluctantly slowed down so they didn't suffocate on their food.

Cater was posting pictures of the food and laughed when the only pictures Vil would like had Yuu in them. Jealous much?

Trey feigned any acknowledgement of his surroundings as he enjoyed the scenery food. Truly an unbothered king.

Riddle fumbled with his chopsticks trying to pick up the fish before a helpful hand folded over his.

"Hold it like this." Yuu said her head over his shoulder and her cheek brushing against his. She moved his fingers into the right position and showed him how to pick up the fish. Before finishing her demonstration she pinched the fish between the wooden sticks and moved them to Riddle's mouth, feeding the headwarden the soy sauce soaked food.

Riddle turned ten shade of red as she pulled away.

Carter watch slack jawed as he dropped his chopsticks.

"Yuu? Can you help? I don't know how to use these." Cater whined calling for her.

Jealous much?

The next dishes where served with a nishime soup with bamboo shoot, lotus shoot and shiitake mushrooms. It was served with pork filled gyoza.

The first year boys loved the dumplings but didn't want to touch the veggie soup until Trey snapped out of revelry and eyed them both. Cater was also picky but knew he should just eat it.

Riddle actually liked the soup, it had a good soy sauce and sake based stock.

After everyone was already getting full, Yuu served dessert. Wagashi. It was a sweet made from mochi, sweet bean paste, and fruits.

Riddle found his favorite food so far and loved the taste of the floral peach.

Trey was in a similar boat and asked for her recipe. Yuu was happy to share as the made plans to make and serve more of these.

Yuu called for a break as everyone had to rest after such a meal. Full and satisfied they walked about viewing the flowers. Riddle took note of how well he and Yuu matched while standing under the cherry tree. A literal cherry tree not the cherry blossom trees.

Yuu showed the boys a few of the old games played during these event. Haiku writing, scripture reciting, origami, music, and dancing.

They didn't know that Yuu could do more then cook, she was actually good at playing the harp of all things and singing.

Trey was really good at tea ceremonies apparently. He truly understood its purpose. Distressing from everyday live and enjoying peace and tranquility. He had grown past simple earthly desires and was in touch with his innermost self and was finding the answer to who he was as a person.

"Okay, someone go get Trey. He's been staring up into the trees for way too long." Yuu said to Carter while watching Trey from a distance.

Trey's journey of enlightening had to end before he accidentally achieved nirvana after eating a bean bun. Honestly, what did Yuu put in that thing?

Yuu refocused on her flower arrangement preparing the actual ceremony. When she finish she rang a bell to signal the boys to come back and sit after washing up again.

Yuu began serving the tea as she poured the Macha power and water and whisked it into thick tea. This is where the rules must be followed to the letter.

Yuu movement must be precise as she prepared and poured the tea. Then she poured the tea into a bowl and bowed to Riddle who in turn bowed to her. He then raised the bowl in respect to her as a host.

He took a sip of the herble mix and complimented her tea as he wiped the rim before passing the bowl to Trey who did the same. On and on they all had to to it. Ace once again complained avout everyone elses lips touching the bowl causing a paper fan to go flying for his forehead this time. Yuu wasn't letting him get way with that one.

The formal part of the tea was just about over as Yuu removes the formal equipment and makes several cups of thin green tea to enjoy with light sakura cakes. She let the boys relax and recalin on the pillow cushions now.

"I was fun right?" She asked as they talked and drank.

"It was scary." Ace said rubbing his red forehead.

"I liked it." Deuce said wolfing down a cake. "The food is really good"

"I got so many pictures. The other dorms are practically green with envy." Cater smiled wickedly as he scrolled through the comment section. Vil was still being petty, and now Neige was paying attention.◇Drama!◇

Trey was still heading for inner peace so he was having a good time. Actually Yuu checked the sake and his might of been stronger then intended. He might actually be a super lightweight and is currently sloshed.

Riddle was sleepy after a big meal and all the activities. He leaned his head on Yuu's shoulder and dozed off. Her kimono was really soft and she smelled like fruit and flowers.

It wasn't exactly what Yuu imagined when she threw this party. She had intended to give Riddle a taste of his own medicine but seeing everyone even somewhat enjoyed the event was fun. It wasn't for everyone, at least not Ace who was the only one to complain. With a few changes here and there the others could really like this. Unfortunately, Yuu wasn't going to just change everything for westerners. Tradition was tradition and she already compromised enough.

She waved them off in the evening as she praised Grim for doing so well today. Trey and Riddle had to be carried back.

Trey

Trey recovered pretty well after the tea party. He thankfully didn't get sent to the heavens after achieving the 6th sense and becoming God.

They still had plans to cook desserts together. Yuu came over to the dorm with a bag full off something special.

She gleefully placed it on the counter as Trey eyed her with suspiciously.

"Guess what I got?" She said in a sing song voice.

"Something you want us to cook I'm guessing." Trey answered attempting to peer in the bag.

"Well yes, but that's not what I asked." Yuu pouted as she scooped up the bag to keep it away from Trey.

Trey wasn't going to play her game so he when back to making tarts as Yuu realized she wasn't getting anything out of him.

Trrreeeeyyyyy!" She whined as she pulled on Trey's apron.

Trey ignored her as he stirred the raspberry jam filling. When Yuu continued to whine he reached over to pat her head like a toddler who was demanding attention. Yuu reluctantly gave in and showed Trey the ingredient.

It was Hakuhou peaches. They were a top of the line peach known for its sweet, floral taste and soft texture. It made great treats.

Trey cut up slices to try so he could best see how to cook it.

Yuu showed him her recipe for peach tarts and the intended crowning dish for the day, peach flan.

Flan was difficult to get right, the consistency was hard to get right, the glaze must be glassy and just thick enough. The bigger the mold the harder to get it out with it falling apart.

Of course Yuu used a big mold and got it out without trouble.

"Oh my God, fuck you. Of course you did it perfectly the first try." Trey said exasperated with no real heat. Yuu laughed as he pouted now.

Yuu cut a slice of the flan and offered it to Trey to eat. Trey feigned reluctance and took a bite.

"It's really good." He sighed.

Yuu gently encouraged him as he took a napkin and wiped the caramel from the side of Trey's face.

"We can try something different."

Cater

Cater was a spice hound and was foolish enough to challenge Yuu. His idea was to do a live video of him trying Yuu's spiciest dish from her homeworld in a bid to make a new internet challenge.

Yuu almost immediately told Carter no. He wasn't ready for that. Cater wasn't listening though and insisted. He eventually wore her down and live on the air she placed a bowl of black dried ghost pepper noodles.

She advised him to be careful so he doesn't burn a hole in his stomach. She went easy on him by removing the seeds from the pepper for his own good.

"Thanks to our lovely chef Yuu, we have the best possible food for our challenge made hot and fresh. " Cater said pulling Yuu into frame why the hip. Because the camera perspective was at Cater level while sitting the audience couldn't see above Yuu's bust.

The viewers didn't mind as the made comments about wanting her "hot and fresh."

"Well that's enough fan service. Let's eat!" He said grabbing his chopsticks.

It went downhill fast as tears where shed and his nose was running. This didn't stop him because he wouldn't stop eating because it was, too good.

At some point Yuu took the bowl away and gave Cater a glass a milk. He was in too much pain to be cohesive now as he rested his face in Yuu's apron.

"Sorry, everyone but we need to cut here. We exercise personal safety in what we eat and seeing as Cater is in no condition to continue this is the end." Yuu said comforting her stupid friend by stroking his head but she was still as mischievous as always.

"This is what happens when you dont listen. Say goodbye Cater." Yuu cooed.

"Goodbye Cater." He moaned in pain, his face red fr the heat.

"Good Boy." She said cutting the feed.

When Cater finally recovered he got the internet fame he wanted. The trending tags were #ChefMommy, #Spicynoodechallange, #ChefYuu, #hotandfresh, #HeNeedsSomeMilk, and #bisexualmoment (yall better not use these. I will not be held responsible for making these tags.)

There were clips everywhere of the video. Memes of his face crying in Yuu's clothes that read "Me when my biwife says no more chicken nuggies"

Fans demanded Yuu to come back or for her to make her own channel.

Jack

Jack was probably the most normal person to feed. When he wanted something, he asked. No trick or games.

That is until Yuu had another fight with Leona and Leona banned Yuu from the dorm and giving food to Savanaclaw members.

Ruggie didn't listen and was staying at Ramshackle until it blows over because he wasn't giving up Yuu's food for anything.

Jack was caught between a rock and a hard place. He didn't like it but he complied.

It didn't help watching Ruggie all his fellow first years eating her lunches. She even made pear parfait for him and he couldn't have any.

Yuu thought it was painful to watch as he gave her puppy dog eyes.

Jack came up a convoluted work around. He would just sneak over to Ramshackle in his wolf form and eat there. As long as someone other then Yuu gave it to him then it wasn't "Yuu's" food.

He didn't feel guilty wolfing down a waygu steak and potatoes, lick his chops in satisfaction.

He still urged Yuu and Leona to call of their feud to no avail. He had to give up and chose a side. To bad Leona didn't nearly enough for Jack to side with him. Yuu was his classmate, gave him good food, cared about him alot, and smelled better.

It helped that Yuu loved feeding him more in his wolf form.

Epel

Epel walked back to Pomefiore with his arms full of takeout containers. Yuu made a Sunday dinner full of souther comfort foods.

Fired chicken, greens, Mac n' cheese, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a cinnamon apple pie.

Epel felt like he could sleep for days.

He had told Yuu that he missed home and when he talked about his grandmother's food their was a glint in her eye. She had gone behind his back to send a letter to his grandma and they began sharing recipes.

Yuu cooked everything to the letter.

When Epel took his first bite he almost cried. I was just like gram's but it reminded him of Yuu as well. He could taste a seasoning only she used.

He made sure to take back as much a possible and keeping his envious dorm mates from taking it. He knew Rook and Vil were snagging his food even if they were playing innocent. They could get their own. Yuu made this for him.

Around the holidays Yuu was at his house with Professor Crewel and Headmaster Crowley. She was cooking with Epel's grandmother who made not so subtle hints about her joining the family in the future.

Kalim

Yuu actually had no interest in cooking for Kalim. He made it clear he didn't eat anything that Jamil didn't make. Why step on someone else's toes.

She understood that everyone has preferences and fears are valid. She trusted Jamil to know what Kalim likes. She just cooked food for Jamil instead.

One evening while Jamil was cooking Yuu was in the kitchen feeding him bites of the lunch she made him that he forgot to eat since he was busy. Most people stared clear watching the affectionate scene but Kalim was too interested to say put.

He wanted in on this much to Jamil's annoyance.

"I want some." Kalim popped up, mouth open to a bid to be fed like a baby bird like Jamil.

"No, I couldn't eat earlier because I was so busy. It's mine." Jamil growled as he cooked Kalim's dinner. "Besides you'll spoil your appetite."

"He's right, Jamil is working hard to cook for you. You don't want to ruin that." Yuu said half heartedly. It's not like she didn't want to give him any, it's just that she respected Jamil.

"Not even a little bite?" Kalim said pitifully pulling on Yuu's sleeve.

"I'm sorry." Yuu sighed.

Still when Jamil's back was turned she spooned a serving of chicken Tajine into Kalim's mouth. Kalim was elated and gestured for more. He really liked it.

Yuu felt guilty but she couldn't help herself. She gave him more whenever Jamil wasn't looking, all the while feeding Jamil.

Was this cheating or betrayal? Probably not. If Jamil knew he didn't say anything.

Kalim got used to being fed after this and when Yuu was around he only wanted her to give him food. This made parties difficult as everyone watched Kalim being served by hand.

Jamil only sighed at Kalims spoiled behavior but he didn't have to cook every single day now so the break was a relief. This is why he told her not to give him food. Kalim was like a stray cat once you feed him once you can't get rid of him.

Crowley

Crowley knew he was being left out. Everyone in the teacher's lounge eagerly ate Yuu's cooking. The staff actually forced him to bankroll the operation to increase student moral which was working very well.

But where's his lunchbox? What about Crowley and his hunger? Was his child so cruel to leave him starving?

Yes. Yes, she was. If he was a better guardian then maybe he'd get food.

This actually did show Crowley just how bad his relationship with Yuu was. He was the only one left without anything.

He tried to get close, but she was always too busy for him. He hung around Ramshackle with the excuse of fixing up some stuff. When he did she asked him to focuse on the portal back to her home.

He eventually gave in and made some progress and made a small portal he could manage. I would be a long time before he could do any more then that. She could use it to send letters and talk to her family as well as grab small items from home. I was more then enough for Yuu who cried hugging him.

Crowley wasn't lying to her, he was looking for a way back for her but he had doubted his ability to do it it takes a lot of magic and required the aid of lots of people. He outdid himself by creating a stable portal that could stay open constantly. Yuu could even use it to get ingredients from her realm.

He had to promise her family to take care of her no matter what and made his guardianship offical with their consent.

He forgot about the lunchbox thing eventually due to caring more about her than the food. When he visited Ramshackle one evening he saw her making something and decided to join her. He wasn't good at cooking but he enjoyed that atmosphere. He messed up a few times but Yuu laughed and showed him how to fold the dough.

They placed the toppings on their pizza and put them in the oven. His came out a bit sad but at least Yuu's tuned out fine. They cute it up and sat down for a dinner of pizza, salad and pasta.

He could be a better parent but he was making progress.

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heroictoonz · 3 months

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Maybe It Will Be Fine [ @febuwhump ]

Ships: Stenny

Warnings: (Assumed) Suicidal Ideation/Attempt, Referenced Child Abuse

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Stan was out later than he should have been. He knew the last bus was gonna leave in an hour. He’d have to call his mom to come pick him up if he missed it. Another conversation where he had to choose to tell the truth or lie. Lie and tell her he was fine. He just lost track of time. Or tell the truth about how he felt. Felt about the farm. Felt about his dad, who somehow always found ways to make his life worse. Felt about his sister, who he struggled more and more to connect with as they aged. Felt about his mom who never had the guts to leave and take him with her when she had the opportunity.

His hands buried themselves in his pockets as he walked. He hadn’t even realized where his feet were taking him till he had looked up to a familiar head of blonde hair.

He realized he had taken himself to the end of the street just at the edge where the train tracks cut the town in half. Well, half was putting it nicely. In reality, the tracks separated the McCormick family from the rest community.

On those very tracks laid the body attached to that familiar head of hair. Directly on the tracks.

Stan broke into a run. Grabbing the teen’s arm and yanking her so hard that both of them tumbled to the ground. The very blonde hair cascading around Stan’s face.

Kenny opened her eyes and looked down at Stan. Bright sky blue, widened with surprise, met dark ocean blue, widened with horror.

“Stan!” she hissed out. “What are you-”

Stan interrupted her by grabbing her arms. Tighter than he meant to. “Don’t do it, man!” he cried out, giving her arms a little shake.

Kenny blinked down at him for a moment. Finally, she let out a huff. Putting a hand on one of his. Letting it rest there for a moment before gently removing it from her arm.

Stan let her take his hand down, even matching the movement with his other hand of his own accord. He watched, eyes still wide, as Kenny sat up (now straddling his legs but he was electing to ignore that for the time being.)

She pulled her hair to hang over her left shoulder and looked down at Stan with a frown. “Dude, calm the fuck down.”

He wanted to bite back at her. Tell her he had no reason to be calm when he just stumbled on one of his best friends trying to kill herself. But any words died in his throat. The light of the moon and the flickering street lamp illuminated her face enough for him to see it.

A large bruise, just forming from how fresh it looked, made a perfect frame around her eye. The eye itself was a little swollen. In fact, taking a better look, he realized just what state she was in. Besides the bruise, she looked more unkempt than normal. He could have sworn that he could see the smallest bit of blood in her hair alongside her ears.

He was, however, surprised that her eyes were dry. Not a tear in sight. It made him feel worse.

Stan sat up and took her face in his hand. She didn’t flinch or say anything. Her expression was still just a tired frown.

“What was it this time?”

Kenny broke eye contact and once again, gently pulled his hands away from her.

“Dad’s mad his only sober son’s a fag.”

The words struck Stan like lightning. He shouldn’t be surprised. He knows just from the sound of her voice and her expression that Kenny sure as fuck wasn’t. “Isn’t he always mad about stupid stuff like that?”

“Yeah,” Kenny nodded. Her face then split into a devious grin. Showing off the opening where a tooth definitely sat last Stan had seen her. “But I don’t always pour out the vodka down the toilet.”

“Dude,” Stan whispered out. Equal parts in disbelief and holding back laughter. “I’m surprised he didn’t kill you.”

“Eh,” Kenny shrugged. As if the idea of dying didn’t bother her.

It then rammed back into Stan the earlier sight he had stumbled onto. His frown came back tenfold. “Dude, seriously, why were you laying on the tracks?”

Kenny bit her lips the same way she did when she had a secret. “I’m fine man, seriously. I got the train schedules memorized. I wasn’t gonna do nothin’. Honest.”

Stan’s frown didn’t move. He wasn’t sure how much he believed that. He didn’t voice this, though, as the next second, she sat down fully on his legs with a little huff. “Where’s the blood from?” He asked instead.

“He tried to rip out my gauges and some of my hair.”

She said it so nonchalantly that Stan almost didn’t register her words. “Jesus…” he muttered.

“What about you?”

“Huh?”

She raised a brow at him. “Dude, the last bus left like ten minutes ago.”

“Oh,” was the only response Stan could give. It was his turn to look away and give a nonchalant shrug. “Lost track of time.”

“Bullshit man,” Kenny chuckled sadly. “You runnin’ away finally, or what?”

“Yeah right,” Stan scoffed. “That’d be nice, though, huh?”

“Yeah,” Kenny nodded with another toothy grin. The sight of her missing tooth made Stan’s gut twist. “Gotta wait till at least one of us has a license, though.”

He knew she was trying to at least get a pathetic chuckle out of him. Unfortunately, all he could muster was a sigh. He pulled his legs out from under her and brought his knees to his chest.

“If your face gets any longer, man, I’ll think you were Animorph-ing into a horse.” She moved so that she was sitting next to him. Their shoulders close enough that he could almost feel her hair tickling his neck. She bumped their arms. “What’s got you all depressed?”

“I just,” he gave another long sigh. Pressing his face into his knees. “Doesn’t it just all feel so hopeless sometimes?” He turned his head just enough to look up at her.

She tilted her own back at him, almost in question. “I mean yeah,” she almost laughed. As if it were so obvious that it was funny.

“And yet here you are, still…” Stan sighed out, waving a hand at her grinning back at him. He didn’t look away from her now. He was enjoying the sight of her lit up by the moon. She always had an almost dark beauty to her. Which, probably sounded stupid as fuck now that Stan was thinking about it. Especially with how much she glowed like the sun. Both her hair and smile. Gap and missing tooth, only adding to her charm. Well… the missing tooth sucked, but it kinda fit her. He could get used to it.

“I mean, why not,” she shrugged. “If I don’t smile and laugh when things suck, what can I do? Not like dying fixes any of my problems.”

“Says the guy I found trying to make out with a train,” Stan huffed.

Kenny only laughed. She fucking laughed. Stan had caught her trying to kill herself cause her dad beat the shit out of her and now she was laughing.

Stan always knew he’d never understand Kenny. But, honestly, he couldn’t even bring himself to be upset. Her laugh made something in him feel warm. It… actually made him feel kinda sick. Thank god he’d grown out of the whole crush-puking thing.

He wasn’t expecting her to fall onto him. Her body leaning against him and her head falling to his shoulder. It was a little awkward with how much taller she was than him. Maybe he would be sick, actually. The way her warmth seeped into him and her hair draped against his back made him feel gross. But gross in a way he liked.

“What if we never make it out?”

She hummed almost as if she were thinking about his question. “I dunno,” she mumbled back. “Maybe the world will get swallowed by a space frog or some shit.”

“Huh?” He looked down at her, more confused at her words than anything else. “What’s that mean?”

She gave a shrug. The feeling of her arm against his pressed to the forefront of his mind again. “Anything could happen, man,” was her only response. “Wanna go break into the school and sleep under the bleachers?”

Stan let her grab his hand and followed her in the light of night. Though he was pretty sure he’d follow her anywhere she asked. Maybe, he thought to himself, maybe things weren’t that hopeless. Not when Kenny’s warmth pressed against him under the gym bleachers, using their jackets as blankets. Not when Kenny was here with him, and he could see her smile and hear her laugh.

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justaravingwritingdesk · 2 months

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If KagePro Characters were in KHR...

Marry is definitely a Sky. Her love for and her attachment to her friends is well reciprocated. They died protecting her, like how Elements would for their Sky. And while she didn't exactly die for them, she did turn back time for them. Considering how Combining Eyes attracts the other snakes back to her, it fits the bill for Sky Attraction (canon, fanon, schmanon). "Combining" is also mentioned as an ability of Sky Flame's Harmony attribute. As for her bloodline ability to petrify... well, just go search "petrify" on the KHR wiki.

Kano is a Mist primary, with a Storm secondary. He's almost always putting up a front, hiding his true self behind illusions. He's extremely proficient at pretending to be someone else, to the point where he can even trick himself into thinking he's actually the person he's pretending to be. Physical pain is the only thing that can ground him and dispel his illusions. But what's even worse, is that it's all because he wants to protect them and their happiness so much he hardly ever thinks of his own happiness anymore. Deceiving is an aspect of the Mist. He also has a habit of traumatizing Shintarou by pretending to be Ayano, one of his most traumatic disguises, so...

Momo is a Lightning. She wished for attention, yes, but she also worked for it. If there's anything Momo really wants, it's to be acknowledged by everyone fair and square. She's very eccentric, and her actions are often driven by her whims. And while she does get sad and depressed sometimes, she never stays that way, always looking at the bright side.

Ene is a Cloud and a Mist. Her "territory" would probably be games. Explains so much why she got annoyed when Shintarou beats her at her own game without even trying, but used the bet to her advantage. She's very proud of her gaming skills, and doesn't like it when people don't take her challenges seriously. That's Cloud behavior right there. Also, Haruka appreciated her love for games, that's why she let him into her heart. And her wish, if you remember, is "to be free of human needs". As for the Mist part of her, well, she never got tired of finding new ways to mess with her "Master," did she? (She still finds ways, and Shintarou suffers for it.)

Kido is a Mist. She doesn't deceive so much as she conceals. Where Kano shows something else, Kido is all "nothing to see here" with her power. Still, she tricks the senses of others. And she's also a good leader, coming up with creative ways to support themselves. She never does the work all by herself, though. By hook or by crook, she gets Kano and Seto to help out.

Seto is a well-balanced Rain and Sun. Contradiction, sure, but his personality is very "sunny" and "rainy". He's very active, probably the most expressively happy person in the series besides Ene, who's more playful, and Kano, who fakes it 'til he makes it. He's also the most loyal person there is! Even after seeing bits of the past loops from Marry's mind, he still held out his hand for her.

Shintarou is a Rain primary, with a very minor Sun secondary. He's laid-back most of the time, especially before Ayano died. He's mentally active, understanding more than he lets on thanks to his ability. He'd be a Lightning if he had more ambition. After Ayano died, and after Takane and Haruka went missing, he became very depressed. My headcanon, though, is that the loops where Shintarou gets suicidal isn't many because the Retaining Eyes gives him enough deja vu to think "I couldn't stop it this time again" instead of asking the repetitive "Why?"

Hibiya is a Lightning. He keeps chasing after Hiyori's approval. He's persistent, and never gives up. Seeing Hiyori's interest in Konoha only fans the flames of his determination. He's very blunt, too. And in Kagerou Days, he does everything he can to save Hiyori. Also, Hibiya never thought of sacrificing himself for Hiyori's survival, and that's why he's not a Storm..

Konoha is a Cloud and Rain. His "territory" is his friends. Other than that, he doesn't wish for much else. He's laid-back and passive but also very watchful. He's like a baby, though, so he hasn't matured that much compared to the rest of the Dan.

Haruka is a Lightning and Sun. He's very active, mentally and physically (as much as he can be, anyways). His mind is always filled with things he wants to do. He's the one who drags Takane along to make his wishlist come true. His will is strong enough that even though his new body rejected his spirit, his snake still carried out his wish, though that might also be attributed to the snakes' wish-granting nature

Ayano is both Storm and Sky, in equal amounts. She's very warm and accepting towards her new family. She made them feel wanted and loved. Ayaka may have given Kano, Kido and Seto a house, but Ayano was the one to make it a home. She loved her family to the point of sacrificing herself to the Daze just to stop Saeru's plan from coming to fruition.

If Ayano's Flames combined, it would probably be called the Sunset Flames, a Flame born of passion. It'd counter the Night Flame and soothe the Wrath Flame. "Like the Sunset, it's a flame that burns beautifully, even beyond death. It's a Flame that will never die, even when the body dies, as long as the wielder's resolve burns ever true." (Poetic, innit? Har har. New lore from a ramble.)

Hiyori is a Sun. She's active and stubborn, and she knows what she wants. She's also very intense, as shown in her relationship with Hibiya.

Saeru is Mist and Cloud. His "territory" is his existence. He doesn't tolerate any threats toward his existence, but he plays the long game in eliminating them. He's indignant when Azami "forgot" him, as in, she forgot the wish that "birthed" him. The long game was using her descendant to make a new medusa and then breaking them to the point of returning everything to the beginning. Trapping Azami in the Daze was so she couldn't interfere. He's very creative when he makes the Dan suffer.

I can totally see a crossover-slash-fusion story blooming from the idea of this! So many compatible elements!

For reference, here's @insanescriptist's post on Dying Will Flames and their corresponding personality traits.

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Sky and Riven finding out that their boyfriend is a Pokemon trainer and meeting his partner Pokemon Pikachu and Eevee.

When their boyfriend, Y/N, told Sky and Riven that he was a Pokémon trainer, they gave him confused looks as they’ve never heard of a Pokémon trainer before. Apparently, a Pokémon trainer is a person who catches, trains, cares for, and battles with Pokémon. Magical creatures with extraordinary powers and abilities. Some of them had elemental powers like fire, water, or lightning. Others were given the power of dragons, fairies, or ghosts.

A trainer traveled all over the world battling against other people with Pokémon and putting their skills to the test against those with superior skills called Gym leaders. In hopes of beating the Elite four and gaining entrance into the Pokémon league and beating the Champion Pokémon trainer.

So, when Y/N offered to introduce his boyfriends to his Pokémon, they were excited. They waited on the Peters’s couch as Y/N came down the stairs dressed in a Pokémon traveler style of clothes.

“Is that what Pokémon trainers wear?” Sky asked.

“Yeah, doesn’t seem like a lot of coverage for any travel,” Riven said.

“I guess making it easier to move in?” Y/N shrugged. “Are you guys already to meet my partner, Pokémon?”

Sky and Riven nodded as Y/N brought out two round devices that were red on top, and white on the bottom with a black outline. He clicked the center of the ball as they grew bigger in his hands as he tossed them up, before they opened as a bright flash of light came out of them as two figures began to materialize in front of the Specialists.

The two boys blinked at the creatures standing before them. The first one is a small, mammalian, quadrupedal Pokémon with primarily brown fur. The tip of its bushy tail and its large furry collar are cream-colored. It has short, slender legs with three small toes and a pink paw pad on each foot. It had purple eyes, long pointed ears with dark brown interiors, and a small black nose.

“Vee? Eevee?” The creature with brown fur looked at Riven and Sky curiously.

“This is Eevee, the Evolution Pokémon. It has the potential to evolve into one of eight different types of Pokémon. Depending on the stone used on it, or the environment and conditions that it’s in.” Eevee walked up to Riven and gave him a sniff before it jumped up and down around him.

“I think he likes you, Riv,” Y/N said. “And finally…”

A short, chubby rodent, Pokémon, came up to them. It was covered in yellow fur with two horizontal brown stripes on its back. It had a small mouth, long, pointed ears with black tips, and brown eyes. Each cheek has a red circle, and it has short forearms with five fingers on each paw, and its feet each had three toes. At the base of its lightning bolt-shaped tail is a patch of brown fur.

“This is Pikachu. The Mouse Pokémon. An electric type.”

Pikachu walked up to Sky, before jumping on his shoulders as it rubbed its soft red cheeks on him. “Cha… Pika-Pikachu.” Sky nervously rubs his chin as Pikachu melts into his touch as Riven giggles with Eevee.

Y/N smiled gently. They were all getting along great. “I think it’s time we caught you guys your own Pokémon.”

“What, seriously?”

“I don’t see why not. I can show you guys how.”

Sky and Riven looked at each other before looking at Y/N. “Sounds perfect, Babe.”

Later on, Y/N helped Sky and Riven catch a Riolu and Piplup, respectively.

They were in love with their new Pokémon as they took them back to the Otherworld with them. Sky and Riolu were inseparable. They trained, ate, and slept together. When Sky would train with his swords, Riolu would practice its moves as it tried to be the best Pokémon that it could be for its trainer.

Riven and Piplup bonded when they went into the woods, where Riven liked to smoke and be alone for a while. He would sit on a rock and light his joint as Piplup swam in a nearby lake. He chuckles.

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some-little-infamy · 1 year

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to be rained on with you

(Read on AO3)

Eddie’s looking through the fridge for a drink when the single lightbulb flickers, sending the shelf of milk and juices into darkness that’s lit up a moment later by a startlingly bright flash of lightning. It takes a few seconds for the lights to return, accompanied by a rumble of thunder so strong Eddie swears it makes the floor shake beneath his feet.

He glances at the clock again - their shift is supposed to start in under five minutes and there’s no sign of Buck. Not that this would be the first time Buck showed up just before the secondhand ticked over the giant 12, or even the first time he’d be late if he doesn’t make that, but he has a bad feeling about this particular absence. Nights like these are always their busiest nights, full of car accidents on rain-slick roads and fires caused by lightning strikes or people leaving candles unsupervised during power outages. This isn’t the sort of shift that Buck would just bail on and leave them short during, not unless something was seriously wrong.

Bobby walks up the stairs, cell phone to his ear and eyebrows drawn together as he speaks. “Of course. We’ll see you next shift,” Bobby says, frowning as he hangs up the phone.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.

“Buck just called out,” Bobby says.

“Kind of last minute,” Eddie observes. “Did he say why?”

“He said he wasn’t feeling well all of a sudden,” Bobby says, his voice carrying the same lack of conviction that Eddie feels.

Eddie bites down on his lower lip, glancing from the clock on the wall to the front door, then back over at Bobby. “Listen, Cap, I know-” “Go,” Bobby says before Eddie can even finish. They share the same look of growing concern on their faces. “He sounded rough on the phone. We’ll be alright here.”

Eddie almost asks if he’s sure but his desire to check on Buck overrides his desire to make sure Bobby’s really thinking through being down two firefighters tonight.

“Thanks,” Eddie says instead, grabbing his keys and jacket and heading out into the storm.

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“Buck?” Eddie rings the doorbell for a third time, knocking several more for good measure.

Buck’s truck was outside when he pulled up so he knows Buck’s home. Maybe he just can’t hear it over the wind sending sheets of rain against the side of the building on top of all the thunder. That doesn’t answer why Eddie’s two attempts to call Buck’s cell have both gone to voicemail, though.

Screw it. Eddie pulls his keys out of his pocket, singling out the spare Buck made him for emergencies and opening the front door with it, shutting it quickly behind him.

“Buck?” Eddie calls out, looking around. The curtains are drawn shut on every window. All of the lights are on and the TV is blasting at full volume even though Buck is nowhere in sight.

“Buck?!” Eddie’s voice has an edge of urgency now because this isn’t normal.

He walks over to the television and turns it off, listening for any other sign that Buck is in here somewhere now that he can hear himself think again.

That sign comes with a flash of lightning and a roll of thunder - it’s a small yell, more like a yip of surprise than an actual cry, that sounds from upstairs. Eddie follows the sound without hesitation.

“Buck?” he tries again, moving faster up the stairs when he thinks he hears movement from Buck’s bedroom. It isn’t a large space to search - there’s no sign of him anywhere in the open bedroom layout. The bathroom door is closed, though, and Eddie swears he hears a curse from inside the room as he approaches, making no attempt to hide his footsteps as he approaches the door.

Eddie pauses outside of the closed door, wondering if he should bother knocking just to be ignored again.

“Buck?” he calls out one last time, surprised to find his voice waver ever so slightly. “Open up!”

“It’s… it’s open.”

Eddie barely hears Buck’s voice through the door, quiet and shaking and so full of fear it causes a physical ache in Eddie’s chest to hear it. Eddie opens the door, still surprised to find it unlocked despite the fact that Buck just told him it would be. It feels too easy, after all the ignored attempts to reach Buck previously.

Except, of course, Buck isn’t in his bathroom to hide from anything he can lock out with the turn of a key. Eddie sees Buck sitting in the tub, back pressed against the furthest wall, knees pulled up to his chest. With the door open, the flash of lightning that briefly illuminates through the bedroom curtains causes Buck’s entire body to convulse, folding in on himself even more. Every single visible muscle pulls taut and his eyes squeeze shut, his entire body trembling.

“Oh, Buck,” Eddie says, shutting the door behind him before taking two large steps forward to clear the bathroom before climbing into the tub with Buck, with no hesitation.

“I’m sorry,” Buck says. It’s obvious he’s trying to keep the previous quiver from his words but they’re barely even.

“Don’t be. It’s alright. You’re alright,” Eddie says, reaching his hands out to wrap around Buck’s shoulders. He moves slowly so that Buck has plenty of time to stop him or shift away. Instead, Buck leans into the touch, moving so that his body half-leans against Eddie’s side.

“I’m not,” Buck says, and that confession is enough to turn his barely-steady words into a full sob, one that tears through his entire body. “Does this look alright to you?” Buck says with a bark of a laugh that contains no actual amusement.

“You’re going to be alright. What can I do?” Eddie asks.

“You’re doing it,” Buck admits. “You’re here.”

Eddie’s glad that Buck can’t see his face from where he has his head resting on Eddie’s chest, face angled down. If he could, he’d see a lot more than Eddie would’ve planned on showing because he can’t contain the way that statement makes his own heartbeat race.

“And I’m not going anywhere. Though maybe we could move this somewhere a bit more comfortable?” Eddie suggests.

“I wanted to bring a couch cushion in but, well, no couch,” Buck says. When Eddie levels him with a confused look and a raised eyebrow Buck explains. “In a major storm, the safest place is in your bathtub with a couch cushion over you so you’re covered on all sides. Tubs have the strongest attachments to the foundation.”

So that’s it, then. He hasn’t come right out and asked, and Buck hasn’t exactly offered the information, but it’s obvious enough what’s going on here. If his suspicions at the station weren’t enough this pretty much proves it. Eddie’s seen - and experienced - enough PTSD to know what this is.

“Alright,” Eddie says, carefully maneuvering into a standing position. Buck’s eyes widen, and for a moment Eddie thinks he’s going to reach out and stop him. “I’ll be right back,” Eddie promises just so Buck knows he isn’t leaving.

Pausing by the door, Eddie waits until he sees the flash of lightning from the slight crack between the floor and the door before opening the door and shutting it quickly behind him, keeping Buck as sheltered from the storm as possible. Then he sets to work grabbing pillows, a blanket, a water bottle he fills half with water and half with ice cubes, and Buck’s laptop. He waits outside the door for the next flash of lightning before hastily opening and closing the bathroom door again.

“What’s all that?” Buck asks. He seems a little better already just from having the distraction of Eddie’s presence.

“Supplies,” Eddie says. “Put these down.”

Buck shifts enough to get one pillow underneath him and place the other beside it. Eddie sets the laptop up on the closed toilet seat, hitting play on a ridiculous comedy that Buck’s been trying to get him to watch for ages called ‘Spaceballs’. He sets the water on the ledge of the tub beside Buck before sliding into the space at the back of the bathtub, pulling the blanket in after him.

He wants to ask Buck a million and one questions, but he doesn’t want to force him to talk about something he’s clearly not ready to share or even face himself yet. So he’s going to do the next best thing - he’s going to be here with him. If Buck wants to talk, he’ll be here. And if he doesn’t, Eddie’s still going to be here.

He only hesitates when he realizes that there aren’t a lot of ways for two grown men to be comfortable sitting in a tub small enough to fit the layout of this tiny loft bathroom.

There’s a particularly loud rumble of thunder and Buck flinches backward. Eddie reaches out instinctively to steady him and uses the opportunity to pull Buck closer to him so that Eddie’s leaning against the back of the tub and Buck is sitting in front of him, facing forward, pulled back against Eddie’s stomach.

“Is this alright?” Eddie asks.

Buck doesn’t say anything but Eddie feels his head nod up and down against him, taking the blanket and draping it over his legs, keeping one corner of it balled up tight in his hands.

They can talk later, and Eddie can help Buck pick up the pieces in the aftermath. It isn’t ideal, but it’s enough to get Buck through this storm.

Eddie pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to Bobby.

E: Hey Cap, I don’t think I’ll be back tonight. Is that alright?

Bobby replies within seconds.

B: Do whatever you need to do. Just keep my kid safe, alright?

Eddie gives the smallest of smiles at his phone screen.

E: Will do.

It’s a promise that’s easy to keep.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #bobby nash #9-1-1 #9-1-1 spoilers #long post #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #buddie

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dinitride-art · 1 year

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Lighting and El and Hopper - Full Analysis (pt.55)

The hospital scene was kind of the catalyst from the calm in the after gates opened, to the cabin scene and everything that follows. That means things are going to be bad. On a positive note that means there’s a lot of stuff to look at.

S4:E9 - Reunions (#1)

After the car pulls up, interrupting the cabin scene, we cut to El. She’s cleaning her room. Wee see that there’s a green coke bottle under her bed that she’s reaching for. She reaches for this with her right hand- the one with the heart ring- and we can actually see it pretty clearly in this shot. There’s also spiderwebs- so that’s our first piece of Vecna related imagery in this scene.

We focus on this bottle pretty intensely. It’s the one from when she played spin-the-bottle, spy on a random person, with Max. Also in this specfic frame (and it does stay in frame for all of this shot, but the camera angle moves around a bit and it starts sliding out) are El’s yellow bedsheets.

And we slide up to see two windows with yellow curtains.

El is once again in the light. But it’s not a soft light- or a harsh white one, it’s like it was at the hospital with Max. (I can’t find a term for it at the moment- but it’s purpose is to guide our eyes to El. It’s either hard lighting or high-key lighting. Because the lighting is obscuring parts of the form it’s hitting/El and I think that’s overexposure. But there aren’t really any deep shadows present on El so I’m not sure what the technical term for this is. Yet.) Our attention is being drawn from the bottle to her.

But looking at the background, we can see that the windows also are rather bright. They are our source of light within the show (like story wise. But the light on El is probably artificial) so it makes sense for them to look like that. But the way the shadows are shaped at the bottom half of the shot are drawing our eyes upwards to El and the yellow curtains. The windows are important.

When El spins the bottle we see her heart ring clearly once again. Her heart ring has been repeatedly connected to Max: when she was fighting Vecna, at the hospital, and now with the bottle. It’s was on the hadn’t she used to restart Max’s heart, but it’s still being used in reference to Max. So, it might’ve been foreshadowing Max’s heart stopping, but it’s also being used after that came to pass. Lines like, “You’re the heart!” in this season also make it possible that this goes further than El physically starting Max’s heart.

This bottle’s also green which is commonly used with Mike and Will (s2- lightning bolt changing from yellow to green, Mike’s green jackets in s1 and s3, blue + yellow = green. etc.) and now With Robin and Vicky. Vicky was wearing green earrings and there was a lot of yellow and blue scattered around their scene at Hawkins High.

But why is green connected to gay people? Well, alliteration. For one. But more seriously- and I’ve said this before but it still lives in my brain rent free- in season one at Will’s funeral. Mike was wearing a green jacket and a green and dark red tie. Jennifer Hayes was wearing red. The flashback scene that takes place right after Will’s funeral is of Joyce and Will. And Will’s using a green crayon for Will the Wise’s fireballs because he didn't have a red one.

Green’s being used in place of red because it’s representing a specific experience of romantic feelings. Green instead of red because Will couldn’t find a red crayon. He couldn’t find an acceptable label for his feelings. Because they aren’t platonic but they aren’t allowed to be romantic.

This bottle is very important. It’s a coke bottle, which has been a motif since season one. (it’s also in the comic book- and I know they aren’t canon. That’s not really my point here. It’s the fact that coke was significant enough to be noticed as having significance. Like the jaws poster in Will’s room. It’s more than just brand placement.) And it’s green. Moving away from already established symbolism, it’s simply a bottle. It could be a metaphor for El bottling up her feelings, in relation to every part of her life.

One and the massacre at the lab. Brenner who tried to control her again and died in front of her. Mike who’s supposed to be here boyfriend and who she’s supposed to have a perfect relationship with. Hopper dying. Moving to California. Not being able to save Max. Not even being able to find her.

She’s been bottling up a lot of stuff. And now that bottles empty.

And when she tries to find Max again, the bottle points to the trash bag. This might mean that Max is gone. Henry killed her, threw her life away. But it could also be reflecting on El’s feelings around being a superhero. El’s note she writes to Mike says that she’s going to become a superhero again. And Mike throw its in the trash. El failed to save Max.

Another thing about the placement of those windows is that the part of them we see are just the curtains. For El, the curtains are drawn. At least in this instance. Maybe this is saying she can’t see Max- or that she can’t see the full picture. That Max isn’t gone, she just hasn’t looked hard enough or in the right places. Either way, El’s missing something.

As teh door opens, the shadows in the room deepen. The light on El diminishes.

And Hopper appears.

He’s surrounded by blue light, Vecna light, and is in shadow. And what’s behind him, doesn’t look like the cabin. It might be another Will situation, where that room completely changed, or it might just be the sinister effect of the blue light and harsh white light. That window does kind of look like one of the windows from the snow ball though.

Like it’s not 100%, but it’s weird that it even is sort of similar. Considering this is Hopper’s cabin. And Hopper’s here. And this scene shouldn’t be cause for concern.

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#the lights

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tangent101 · 2 years

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A Strange Life: Chapter 1

Part 1

Chrysalis

Chapter 1

Storm Warnings

I woke to rain drenching my hair and clothes. Where am I? What’s happening? I lifted my head from the ground, white filling the sky immediately followed by a clap of thunder that shook my bones. A howling could be heard all around me, trees quaking in the wind, branches cracking and falling about me. I staggered to my feet. I’m trapped in a storm? And where is here?

Another flash of lighting illuminated the area, showing a wooded path. The light faded, but a flash of light ahead of me circled. Wait. There’s a lighthouse! I should be safe if I get there, right? I started to stagger up the path, buffeted by the wind. I hope? Please let me make it there... I held my left arm up, sheltering my face from the pelting rain, and tripped over half-buried logs making makeshift steps up the trail. It all seemed so familiar somehow. I’d been here before.

Finally, I reached the lighthouse and a burst of lightning drew my gaze out into the bay. A huge tornado dominated my view, reaching from below the cliffs to the shadowed clouds ahead. “Holy shit...” I said, my eyes wide. A large shape whipped past; a fishing trawler thrown up into the sky by the Storm... it smashed into the lighthouse behind me and I turned as the top of the lighthouse cracked. “Whoa! No!” The lighthouse crumpled down on me.

I jerked up from the desk where I’d just rested my head for a moment. Professor Taurus’ voice droned on as I stared at the classroom. Yes. It was Media Studies. I—I must have fallen asleep. But it was so surreal, it seemed like I was there . “Alfred Hitchcock famously called film, 'little pieces of time' but he could be talking about photography, as he likely was...”

Okay. I’m in class... My attention was drawn to Velvet, who had dropped her pen on the ground. She reached down and picked it up before brushing dark brown hair out of her eyes. I swallowed down my anxiety. Everything’s cool. I’m okay. Professor Taurus continued to lecture us. “These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow; from light to shadow; from color to chiaroscuro...” A paper ball, flicked by Mercury, bounced off of Penny’s bright ginger hair and she flinched.

Professor Taurus ignored it. He always ignored antics from any of Cinder’s cadre. She was the Golden Child of Blackwell College. “Now, can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white?” No one responded. He rolled his eyes and asked again. “Anybody? Bueller?” he added, his tone sarcastic. I wasn’t sure of the reference, though I’d never tell him that. Professor Taurus liked to think his humor was witty but most of his references were dated.

My eyes were drawn to Cinder’s desk as the raven-haired woman’s phone vibrated with an incoming text. I didn’t fall asleep. That sure didn’t feel like a dream. Weird.

Finally, Cinder chose to end Professor Taurus’s growing annoyance with the class and lifted her hand elegantly as she spoke. “Diane Arbus.”

He smiled broadly. “There you go, Cinder! Why Arbus?”

Cinder smirked. “Because of her images of hopeless faces. Audiences would feel haunted by the eyes of sad mothers and children.” Audiences. Obviously, she didn’t count herself among them. I don’t know if she’s capable of caring for another.

He nodded and turned to speak to the class. “She saw humanity as tortured, right? Honestly? It's bullshit,” he said and smirked, raising his finger to his lips. “Shh, keep that to yourself. Seriously, I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation,” he said, continuing to smirk as his finger circled, pointing at each of us. “And any of you could do the same. Isn't that too easy? Too obvious?” He glanced back at Cinder, returning the conversation to her. “What if Arbus chose to capture people at the height of beauty or innocence? She had a brilliant eye; she could have taken a different approach.”

“I must admit, I’m not a fan of her work. I prefer... Robert Frank,” she responded, leaning back with a pleased look on her face.

Professor Taurus smiled broadly. “Likewise, Cinder. He captured the essence of post-war, beat America. There was honesty about the economic conditions of the era, but a beauty in the struggle...” he droned on and I looked down at my journal, and the photograph I’d put there to keep it safe. It was my entry for the Everyday Heroes photography contest. He insisted that I include one of my photographs, of me standing framed by all the photographs I’d taken and placed on my dorm room wall, but my entry was frankly idiotic. I sighed. Look at this crap? How can I show this to Professor Taurus? I can hear the class laughing at me now....

#life is strange #rwby #crossover au #crossover fic #blake belladona #cinder fall #penny polendina #adam taurus #yang xiao long #bumbleby big bang #bumbleby

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ozma914 · 2 months

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Mother Nature Is a Tease

She pops out for a day, shows a little leg, smiles demurely, and disappears again, leaving her anxious suitors to suffer through more cold and wet. It’s hardly any wonder that the symbol of weather should run hot and cold, but sheesh – enough is enough. The stupid groundhog predicted an early spring, but he didn't say it would come all at once. What is a groundhog, anyway? It’s a big rat. Set a trap, somebody. Even more than usual, our weather pattern looks like a heartbeat on an EKG. It reminds me the old days, when I walked to school barefoot, in a raging blizzard every morning and a blistering heat wave in the afternoon. (Uphill both ways, blah blah blah.) I really should get around to admitting I only lived two blocks from school. As a result of the bouncing weather, some people say they'd rather it just stay cold all the time. Their brains are still frozen. Saying cold all the time instead of warm some of the time is like saying that, since you can’t eat 24 hours a day, you’d rather just starve. To carry the heavy comparison further, I’d rather weigh 300 pounds but be alive than be the first member of my family to voluntarily starve to death.

Most of my best winter photos are taken from inside. I care less about glare than I do about frostbite.

Summer now goes by much more quickly than it used to, and winter – strange as our recent winters have been – lasts much longer. When I was a kid, the average summer lasted eighteen months. Seriously. I would go out to play after breakfast, and wouldn’t come in again for three days, just in time for lunch. The summer when I turned nine lasted for over six years. It’s a science-fictiony mystery, but there you go. We went down to Kentucky for a two week vacation that lasted so long we had to cut down trees to get the car back on the road. And it never got hot. Kids could wake up in the hospital with two IV’s in their arms to rehydrate them, and have no idea they were ever overheated. Then they’d go home and run back outside again. Sure, most of us didn’t notice the cold, either, but we sure noticed when we started getting feeling back into our limbs. It was like getting a power pinch from our least favorite aunt – all over.

Isn't this fun? SO much fun. Later I'm having hot chocolate and a good cry.

Even the bad things about summer are proof that summer is good:

Bugs? Hate ‘em. But why do they come out during the spring? Because during winter they’re dead. Everything’s dead. It’s a dead season. Mother Nature is dead – the first lightning storm of the spring is like a giant defibrillator, starting her heart back up. No lawn mowing during winter. Why? Grass is dead. No poison ivy during winter. Why? Dead. Snakes? Dead. No spiders during the winter. (Spiders are not bugs. Bugs are just bugs – spiders are evil.) Even spiders know dead when they see it, although many think it looks like the bottom of my shoe. Hot and humid is unpleasant, I get that, but nobody's car ever slid into a snowbank because the sun was shining too much. No poor match girl ever froze to death under a shade tree during an Independence Day celebration.

Tornadoes? Terrible things, mile-wide vacuum cleaners. But blizzards have covered half the friggin’ country. Besides, no matter how strong it was, no meteorologist ever mentioned “tornado” in the same sentence as “wind chill”. Winter even smells dead – spring smells of fresh cut grass, and lilacs, and that earthy scent that comes with a warm summer rain. And yes, it also smells of hot asphalt, and dairy farms, and sweat, but that’s a small price to pay for driving down a country road with the window open and breathing deeply as you pass a cornfield.

Pretty, isn't it? And DEAD.

Almost everything’s green, with patches of other bright colors like spotting a forgotten twenty dollar bill. Green is life. Winter has no color: It’s black and white and dead all over. I could also go for the cliché and mention the sounds – birds, frogs, insects, all more relaxing than the sound of sleet on siding, or furnaces kicking on. Finally, lest we forget, the feel of walking around in shorts and shirtsleeves, without the accompanying frostbite. Warmth makes everything a little better. Sure, you can’t store your frozen goods on the back porch, but that’s a small price to pay for opening the window and breathing real air. So come on out, Mother Nature, don’t be a tease. And don’t bother bringing your winter coat.

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poorwritingandstalecoffee · 2 years

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How Alcina would react to Reader having lightning scars HC

You wouldn’t tell her right away because of your own insecurities; people bullied you for the random, bright red spattering branches covering half of your body

That’s why you wore sleeved shirts, never shorts, and always kept your hair down

She never questioned you about it, she thought you were just shy about your body and Alcina knows better then anyone what a person’s dark thoughts can do to them

The first time you slipped up was when you were in the library with Alcina one day reading

It was during the summer and you were always warm-blooded so unconsciously you push up your left sleeve because it was getting hot from the direct sunlight pouring through the window

You were sitting beside Alcina, her arm instinctively drawing circles through your shirt on the small of your back, when she glanced in the direction of your movement and saw the thin, pink lines spread around your forearm

Immediately her protective nature came out and she pulled you onto her lap to straddle her, arms wrapped around you as she asked you if you were hurt

You could hear the worry in her voice as she tried to examine the lines along your arm further because draga mea that looks like it hurts

but you immediately pushed your sleeve down, realizing your mistake and tell her it’s nothing and try move off of her but Alcina only tightens her arms till your flush against her all but demanding (nicely though because she’s still gentlewoman for christs sake) you to tell her what happened

If it were anyone else you would immediately clam up and tell them to fuck off because it’s your pain and they don’t have the right to gawk at you like that…. But it’s Alcina and she KNOWS pain, was reborn in it, lives with it everyday

She would burn down the world for you and tear apart anyone who dared look at you the wrong way with her claws and teeth, (seriously it’s happened before but that’s another story)

So you tell her the story of how you were struck by lightning a few years before you met her, how it scarred half of your body on the left side and the nerves are constantly tingling with pain and some days it feels like unbearable fire

It looks like it pains her to hear this because Alcina just cannot fathom the idea of you hurting and she asks you, with an adorable little wrinkle in between her brows might I add, if there is any way to cure the pain

You tell her about a few methods you have discovered over the years that temporarily alleviate the discomfort but sadly there’s no cure for it

After a little bit, her curiosity gets the better of her because Alcina has always been drawn to the darker things, the different, the uniquely beautiful and she asks you hesitantly and slowly as not to scare you away if you wouldn’t mind showing her

Because it’s Alcina, the love of your life, the person who means more to you than all the stars, moons, suns, and galaxies collided— you show her

You ask her to let go so you can go shut the library door and lock it then afterward stand if front of her

You tell her to close her eyes and after only a small moment of huffing she does and you peel off your sweater and leggings

Shakily you say okay and once she opens her eyes, Alcina’s breath hitches and immediately her pupils swell so much there’s nothing left but a ring of gold

Slowly they inch down your body, taking in every branch of red, she stands and cautiously circles around you to gaze at more of your scars as if they were a form of delicate burning artwork that littered your body

Her stare bores into every inch of your skin with starstruck wonder, moving across the random tree branches as lightly as a feather, she whispers almost to herself how they’re like branches sprouting from a winding tree and can she touch them?

Tentatively you say yes, just gently. And the second her blackened finger grazes a red vein it’s like a cool balm spreading across the blazing nerves and my god why haven’t you let her do this sooner?!

She releases a sigh along with you and as she traces the explosion of red skin Alcina almost shakes with overwhelming admiration because ohh iubita mea they are so beautiful, so elegant, like red paint streaking across your body with such precise fragility and she smiled with bewildering awe and bliss at the artwork standing before her

You’re silently crying because not once since your accident has someone thought of your scars as something related to beauty…but none of them were Alcina were they? None of them saw the alluring, fragile grace behind the ugly

As she slowly, gently leaned down to graze her lips across the first red branches running across your shoulder you thought how perfectly similar you too were

How she saw the grace and elegance behind your scars and how you saw the fragile, sculpted beauty behind her cold, badass exterior

As she knelt before you and begged with her increasingly husky voice to wrap her arms around you and hold her little sparkler you finally gave in, let your fingers wrap around her hair, and choked out a broken yes before falling into her cool, strong, protective, loving arms

#alcina dimitrescu headcanons #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #michelle's works #resident evil

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pennylanefics · 3 years

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Space Heater - Theo Raeken

a/n: this was supposed to be a small fic about playing with theo’s hair, but it turned into more.

*gif is not mine, credits go to the owner*

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“God, it feels so good to shower,” Theo sighs as he walks into your room. You smile and admire his exhausted figure. You found out he was practically homeless after being brought back from the ground, so you invited him to stay with you.

The two of you had never been really close, but you were the one to convince the pack to bring him back, hearing his cries of pain and cries for help. As much as you didn’t think he was a good guy, you could tell he regretted what he did. And the fact that he didn’t ask any of the pack if he could stay with them proved he was back to help and not take advantage.

“Yeah, you look a lot more comfortable.” He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair.

“My hair was getting so greasy and gross, it feels so much better. And I don’t have to rely on cologne anymore.”

“Yeah, I think everyone is thankful for that,” you giggle. Theo smiles and stands in your room awkwardly.

“Oh, uh, I came in to ask if you have an extra pillow? I would use mine but it’s kind of flat.” You nod and stand up, walking with him to the hall closet to give him one.

“If you need anything else, just let me know,” you tell him.

Before you can walk into your room, he grabs your hand gently and gives you a thankful smile.

“I really appreciate you letting me stay here. I know bringing me into your home probably isn’t what you wanted, but I am really grateful you were willing to.” His voice is soft and serious, and in that moment, all of your thoughts and assumptions about him went out the window.

“Of course, Theo. you’re still human, er, well…” you both share a laugh at your slight misstep, but he understands.

“You deserve a roof over your head, a shower, a warm bed, and food. I wasn’t going to keep you from that if I have the room for you.” He starts to respond, but opts to remain quiet.

Instead, he just silently backs into his room and shuts the door. You do the same, hopping into bed after a long day and falling asleep quickly.

Around 2:15 in the morning, you were awoken by wind against the house, then the incoming rain, thunder, and lightning followed. Seeing as you couldn’t get back to sleep after ten minutes, you head downstairs to get a glass of water.

As you were walking through the kitchen threshold, you bump into Theo.

“Oh, sorry,” you gasp, knocking into his chest. He grins and shakes his head.

“Are you alright?” You wonder. He glances down at his water.

“Uh, just came down to get a drink.” You could tell he was lying, and in this moment, you wished you could hear heartbeats. His slightly shaky hands and ragged breathing gave everything away.

“Hang on a moment. Let me get some water for myself and then let’s head upstairs.” He nods and stands there, watching you move around the kitchen swiftly. When your glass is full, you motion for him to follow you upstairs.

He is about to go back into his room, but you catch his wrist and nod your head in the direction of yours. You turn the light on just to make it a little warmer and brighter to contrast the storm outside.

“Come here,” you whisper, crawling into bed. Theo hesitates for a moment, but when a particularly loud gust of wind shakes the house, he is quick to join you, but still keeping his space.

“Did the storm wake you up?” You ask.

“Yeah. Usually I'm not phased by them, but when I was underground, they...they w-were, uh…”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to continue.” He inhales and exhales deeply.

“What's your favorite letter in the word monday?” You randomly ask. Theo is slightly taken aback by the odd question. He laughs a little, feeling the anxiety fade away a little.

“My favorite letter in the word monday?”

“Yeah. Like my favorite is the ‘y’ because it ends the word and just gives it a nice little ring.” He is silent for a moment, thinking over it probably too much.

“I’d say the ‘o’. It’s not the first, but it is an important letter.” He pauses. “What’s with the weird ass question?”

“I just figured you needed something to take your mind off of things. So why not throw an incredibly random and nonsense question at you.”

“Well thank you. It definitely helped and I thought too much about that question. And now I’m going to be thinking about what my favorite letter in every word is.” You giggle and rest your hand on his bicep.

You both were laying on your sides, facing one another. He stares right at you, his mind racing.

“You know, you’re the last person I expected to help me come back,” he whispers. “I always thought you hated me.”

“I did,” you admit. “But hearing your painful screams and cries for help, I could tell you changed. I had a feeling that you’ve changed as a person.”

“I have. And I can’t thank you enough for convincing everyone to bring me back.” Suddenly, a loud boom of thunder roars in the sky after a bright flash of lightning. The lights in your room flicker then turn off completely.

“Was that the power?” He wonders, sitting up.

“Yeah, I think so,” you sigh. Theo falls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“You know, I’ve always thought you were cute,” he murmurs after a few minutes. “But Stiles warned me to not get close to you.”

You giggle and gaze up at him, admiring his features that were illuminated by the streetlight shining through your window.

“Yeah, he told me the same thing. If I were to ever get close to you, he would disown me as a friend. When I told him that I thought you were cute as well, he flipped.”

“Has he always been so protective of you?”

“Yeah, since we all got involved with the supernatural world. He said he didn’t want to see me go through what Scott went through, that he can’t lose another friend.”

“I never wanted to see you hurt either. You were the only person I truly cared for since we met. And I know you hated me, and I understand that. But now, I want you to know that I’ve always had feelings for you.” A smile slowly appears on your lips and you scoot closer to him.

Theo follows you and goes back to laying on his side, but he cuddles extremely close to you, his face falling into your neck. You are confused and a little bit surprised at his sudden action. To make things more comfortable, you turn into your back and Theo cuddles up beside you.

“You’re like a space heater,” you whisper, throwing the cover around your bodies to trap the heat in. Since the power went out, it was starting to get chillier in the room, so having him close to you was great.

“One good thing about being a chimera. Unlimited body heat.”

He peppers gentle kisses to your skin, making your face heat up at the feel of it. Absentmindedly, your hand behind his back comes up to play with his long hair. You thread your fingers through it, the silky strands falling between your digits.

“Damn, your hair really is soft,” you tell him. He chuckles and lifts his head to kiss your cheek.

“It’s a good thing I washed it then because it was not so soft before.” You giggle and turn on your side again, snuggling into his chest for even more warmth. He takes this hint and wraps his arms around your body.

But since you couldn’t help yourself, you sneak your hand back up to his hair and mess with it lazily. Theo smiles and closes his eyes, content with the current situation.

“Would you like to lay on my chest to play with my hair instead?” He offers. “In a more comfortable position.”

“No, I’m pretty comfortable and much warmer here,” you respond. Theo laughs and shakes his head, readjusting himself just a little to match your position. His arms were still wrapped around your waist, and his face was now buried in your hair.

“So, are you going to be gone in the morning, or are you planning on staying?” You ask him hesitantly. Theo kisses your head a couple times and pulls back a little to look down at you.

“I was hoping I could stay and we could, maybe, get to know each other better? Maybe I could show you that I’m not entirely the worst person.”

“I was hoping you would stay, honestly,” you chuckle. “And no need to show me. It’s the reason I convinced everyone to bring you back.” Theo grins and nods, reaching between you to hold your hands.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “I know I’ve said it a lot, but seriously. It means so much to me.”

“Of course, Theo,” you whisper back, stroking his cheek.

His eyes dart between your eyes and lips, and you take the hint right away. You reach up and kiss him as soft as ever, but he takes it into his own hands to deepen it slightly.

It lasts for a few seconds, longer than you expected, but you didn’t mind. When Theo pulls away, you catch your breath for a moment before kissing him again. You’ve imagined this moment since you first met him, back when he first arrived in Beacon Hills for senior year.

You break the kiss to yawn, exhaustion taking over you.

“Should I go back to my room and let you sleep?” He wonders. You shake your head and before he can get up, you tug his arm to make him stay.

“The power is still out, and I need my space heater,” you shyly say.

“Alright, I guess I can stay,” he jokingly responds. He had no intentions to leave nor did he want to, so he was really hoping you would make him stay. Which you did.

“Is that all you see me as now? A space heater?” He asks. You giggle in response and snuggle into his chest.

“No. You’re a pretty great cuddles as well.”

#theo raeken #theo raeken imagines #theo raeken x reader #theo raeken imagine #cody christian #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

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aconstantstateofbladerunner · 3 years

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The Glitch

I get the Broken Reality au is a haha funny joke but there’s been some legit great art for it and since Butterfly is over and I haven’t gotten into the groove of my other projects yet, I decided to try some flash fiction of my interpretations. Note that this is very small and informal; I used whatever idea came into my head over the course of an hour or so instead of the weeks of planning that go into my usual fics. This was an experiment for fun. But if people enjoy the concept, I may be tempted to expand on it.

Credit to @lollitree @moonpaw @gentrychild @owlf45 and @cyber-phobia (I’m sorry if I missed someone I lost track of how many people were involved in this mess).

Content working for reference to infant death.

Please enjoy!

The city shut down for a typhoon warning. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Dark clouds blocked the sun so much that by mid-morning it still looked like it never bothered coming up. And yet the humidity made it too hot for coffee. Inko didn’t know how to feel. Work would have been a good distraction. But she didn’t want any coworkers or clients to see if today got to be too much. And it was already shaping up to be. She caught herself making two plates of food for breakfast.

Inko sat alone in the kitchen. She couldn’t bring herself to finish her own plate. Sickness set in fast. The food had been cold for a long time before she summoned the strength to get up and throw it away. Then she stood over the open trash can a while, debating whether to try and hold it together, or just throw up and get it over with. She eventually managed to keep her stomach steady enough to go back to her bedroom. There was another trashcan in there anyway.

A sound stopped her. From her office. The distinct sound of something heavy falling onto the carpet. Right as she walked past the door.

Please not this again…

She opened the door with her eyes closed. Her mind conjured a familiar image. A bedroom full of books and hero posters. Bright colors and personal touches. A child’s room. Inko opened her eyes to her drab home office. Some of the older case file binders slipped off the pile again. She really needed to sort those into storage. Not today though. She didn’t bother to pick it up.

Inko walked faster than normal the rest of the way to her room. She doesn’t want to face the temptation to search for old toys she remembers storing in the empty closet. Or search the walls for scuff marks from action figures tossed into them she could always see even after the walls were painted. She hid her planner on a tall shelf and put the ladder away to make it that much harder to go through it over and over looking for doctors’ appointments and school events she knew were coming up. Finally reaching her bed brought no comfort.

Of course she knew today’s date by heart. She hadn’t put it on a calendar in the fourteen years since she used to look at it every day. Inko stuck her head under her pillows, as if they could block out the silent noise of her memories. Memories of before, the time even when she was by herself, she was never alone.

Fifteen years now, today. With a shuddering gasp, the tears finally came. Thunder crashed outside. It’s not fair! Why is it still this hard after this long? Phantom kicks in her belly joined the growing ice there.

The hardest part was she still felt like that sometimes. Like she wasn’t really alone. Inko didn’t believe in ghosts, but the lost of what could have been was more than haunting enough. She felt it watching her. Judging her. Waiting just long enough for her to settle down into a peaceful, content existence before it reared up to plague her heart all over again. Cliché hauntings like spooky faces in the mirror or blood coming out of the drains would have been preferable. Those would be generic enough not to remind her directly.

Rain started outside. Her phone lit up with a notification she ignored in time with a thunderclap. The storm was getting closer.

Maybe I should call Hisashi, the thought crossed her mind. Maybe he’s going through this too. She bit her lip bloody. Her frustrated memories weren’t in question like the others. Probably not though. I don’t want to talk to him anyway.

Hisashi had been stuck in the denial stage of grief, which often came off as him acting like he didn’t take hers seriously. Not a year, not even half a year looking back, after they came home from the hospital, he wanted to try again.

“We can’t let mourning hold us up forever,” he said. “And it’s not like we lost a once in a lifetime opportunity! We’ve got at least another twenty years to keep trying!”

But we did lose him! she had wanted to scream. Still did, years later. Why didn’t he understand? He was your loss too! Inko wanted for the next roll of thunder, then shouted.

“I don’t just want any baby! I want Izuku!”

The lights went out. The temperature rose five degrees instantly when the ceiling fan stopped going. The rain stopped.

Power outage. Inko sat up with a sniffle. Turns out the notification was a warning about roving blackouts. Of course. Oh well. I wasn’t really in the mood to cook tonight any-

Thunder boomed even louder than before, making her jump. Then another. Lightning flashed outside at the same time. It was right on top of her.

What? I thought the typhoon wasn’t supposed to make landfall until later toni-

Another crash. It vibrated through her bones. Then another. The lightning lit up her whole room. Except for a shadow on the wall. Inko jolted to look, holding her breath, and found only her own shadow in the next flash.

“I’m such an idiot…” She went for her phone again. For peace of mind, she decided to use her data to check if an evacuation order went out. Or any updates at all really, since the weather came so much faster than the news said. “Nothing,” she sighed annoyed. “I hate being alone for weather like this…”

A new notification pinged.

[Mom]

Inko blinked rapidly. The message remained. All of her insides turned inside out in an instant, and she started crying again. Was this someone’s idea of a sick joke? No one ever got a chance to call her that. She touched the note to open it, but nothing happened. No app or source was displayed. Nor did it go away after a few seconds like normal.

“Wha- What’s going on?” she wept. In a mix of sorrow and rage, she wound up to chunk the device across the room. But she froze.

Outside her window, floating against the pitch-black sky, were two small orbs. Perfectly circular and glowing. Watching her. She didn’t dare move.

Another ping. She looked without moving.

[I’m sorry]

“… What?”

For a moment, all the sounds in the world dropped out. They all came back at ounce.

Lights flickered. Both the ones inside and the lightning going outside. Multiple strikes laid on top of one another. No relief. Thunder pounded over and over like a drum solo. It shook the whole building. Inko ran into the closet away from the window. She slammed her hands over her eyes but it didn’t help. Her terrified cried were whispers to the screams of the storm.

A child’s scream. She heard it. Each flash of light came with a cry. The distinct sound of a little boy calling out in pain blended with unyielding nature. It came from every direction. Every hair on Inko’s arms stood up in fear. She felt the charge in the air. But she had to go out. Her baby was crying for help.

She burst from the closet into the living room. All the lights and appliances turned themselves on and off. The TV showed only static between its flashes. Something drew her too it. The storm was deafening. It pounded through her head like a heartbeat. The beats got faster. The static flashes started to look like a face. Her usual caution was abandoned as she fell to her knees and touched the screen. The snow cleared for a single instant. Just long enough to look like the blank eyes from the window. She felt the heartbeat there too.

Then it stopped. All of it. The noise and lights all went quiet and dark. The TV went completely cold in an instant. Inko, stunned, palmed over it looking for something. Anything. The pulse. Warmth. A burnt fuse or faulty wire. But nothing. The rain started again.

She pulled her hands back to her lap. Her heart was still racing and tears kept flowing down under her chin. She looked around. Everything in the living room and kitchen looked the same. No sign of the earthquake-like convolutions the whole appartement experienced only minutes ago. Inko combed the entire space for evidence. An object knocked off the shelf. A picture frame fallen from the wall. The notifications. Toys in the closet or scuffs in the wall. Still not a sign. She even stepped outside her door to check the sky. Only light rain and shattered thunder, just like the news said the day before.

There was only one thing out of place. Back in her bedroom, the bottom drawer of her nightstand hung open. Inko had to steal herself before approaching it. There were only two things in there: a little green blanket, and a picture of the ultrasound. The most recent one from her last appointment. The doctor said he was doing fine.

“Izuku…” she whispered to it in her hand.

She remembered the squealing little bundling being put in her arms for the first time. The first time he smiled at her. Teaching him to walk, then immediately launching into play. Him coming home with bruises and scrapes after the kids at school were mean to him, and crying in her arms. Then, him coming home with his first real friends in a long time. She made them all dinner. Katsudon. That was Izuku’s favorite.

Only she didn’t remember. The same way she didn’t really remember the toys and scuffs. Those were fantasies. Daydreams of what could have been. She just thought about them so often they felt like memories. Especially today. It was his birthday after all. They’d fade back into vague dreams by tomorrow. They always did.

And she would be left with reality. The silence. The cold, still little hand between her fingers. Soft cheeks without blush. Eyes that never opened. Clutching him too tight to her chest, knowing the second she let go he would be gone for real and it would all be over.

But it was never over. Inko went through this same torturous song and dance every year for fifteen now. All the guilt and dread would subside slowly over the next one, until it all came back at once. Just like this.

At least it’s done for now, she tried to reassure herself, climbing back into bed. It still wasn’t even noon yet. Plenty of time for another breakdown. Hopefully the next one won’t be, feel, as loud. She sighed heavily into her sheets. This sort of thing can’t be normal. I should really try therapy again.

Against her better judgement, she kept the blanket out, and clutched it to her chest. Static electricity pricked her fingers. With her other hand, she reached across the bed, and tried to imagine someone else there. Not Hisashi, never him anymore. Izuku. He was fifteen and happy, but the storm was making him nervous so he came to lay beside her. She remembered it like it was now. If she closed her eyes, she could feel his warm, soft skin, with a healthy, if a little anxious heartbeat just underneath. The mattress warped as he sighed.

“We’ll be okay. It’s just a little rough weather,” she promised.

“Okay, Mom,” Izuku answered quietly. “… I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I’ll start trying to get myself together tomorrow. For now, let me have this.

Izuku didn’t respond for a while. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Happy birthday.”

#midoriya inko #midoriya izuku #broken reality au #the glitch #mha #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aconstantstateoffanfiction #april fools #the long con

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thebigbadbatswife · 3 years

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I Don’t Wanna Live Forever

Summary - Y/N starts wondering if she dodged a bullet or just lost the love of her life.

Warnings - Please only read if you’re 18+, angst, smut, make up sex.

[A/N] - Inspired by the song ‘I Don’t Wanna Live Forever’ by Taylor Swift

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The sky was covered in pitch black clouds, completely blocking out the stars. Lightning danced through the clouds and thunder shook the heavens, as rain poured onto the world below. A bright white flash briefly illuminated the old gothic manor that had weathered storms far worse than this one. Inside, the manor’s owner sat alone in front of a fireplace, a glass of bourbon in one hand, his phone in the other. He was so lost in his own thoughts, he barely heard the storm raging outside.

Bruce scrolled through his contacts and only stopped once he had reached her name. He clicked on her contact and his thumb hovered over the call button. After about a minute, he switched the phone off, set it on the nearby table and downed his drink in one. For the past six months, either when he wasn’t going out on patrol (which was rarely), or he had just gotten back from one, this was his ritual. Ever since she walked out of that door, cursing his name and the day they’d met, he found himself back here.

He wanted to call her. God above did he want to call her and make everything alright again, but she had made it extremely clear she never wanted to hear from him ever again. So Bruce didn’t call. He respected that she didn’t want to talk to him.

He set the empty glass onto the table and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes closed and he imagined that, by some miracle, she walked back in through that front door. That she’d see him standing there and would run into his arms. Bruce would wrap his arms around her, bringing her close to his body. His lips would gently brush against hers before he kissed her passionately. He’d lift her up and carry her to his bedroom. Then he’d lay her on his bed before quickly removing both of their clothes and they would stay there for hours on end.

An involuntary sigh left him as he imagined her skin against his and his eyes snapped open because, no, that wasn’t going to happen. The logical part of his brain knew that. It reminded him constantly, but the part of his brain that dared to dream the impossible? The part of his brain that only existed because of her? That part was still convinced that somehow, someway, that would happen. Because it had to. It just had to… right?

He leaned back in the armchair he was sitting in and a heavy sigh left him. Bruce felt like he was going crazy. Every other relationship he’d had, he had never gone through this before. Even when he wasn’t the one to end it. What was it about her that made her so different?

A voice in the back of his head, and in his chest, told him exactly what made her so different, but he was quick to silence it. He didn’t want to think about that. Especially when she was no longer his. Bruce was brought out of his thoughts from a knock at the doorway. He looked over to his shoulder to see Alfred standing there.

“Master Bruce, may I suggest you get some rest so that you’re ready for that meeting tomorrow morning?” Alfred asked, though he was sure he already knew the answer.

Bruce chuckled and shook his head and turned his attention away from the older man. “Sleep? That’s the last thing I need, or want, right now, Alfred.”

His dreams had been all the same since she left. They were always about her. Good or bad, it didn’t matter. She was the main feature in all of them and he always woke up calling her name. It wasn’t bad enough she infected his thoughts during the day, non, she had to infect his subconscious as well. There was a small part of Bruce that wondered if perhaps she had similar dreams, but since she was the one that had left, she couldn’t be. Could she?

You were sitting up late on your windowsill seat, looking out over the city. For reasons you couldn’t fathom, Bruce was on your mind tonight and he refused to leave. You were slowly running through everything that had happened between the two of you and there was a part of you that was wondering if leaving had been the right decision.

When the two of you had finally gone public with your relationship, the paparazzi had constantly invaded your privacy. It had gotten on your nerves, as well as made you a little scared. Not to mention that your life had been threatened by Bruce’s enemies and those threats had increased after you had learnt his secret. It certainly hadn’t helped that every now and then a particularly crazy ex of his would show up out of the blue, nor the fact that you knew that one of them was literally an assassin.

However, even with all of that, yours and Bruce’s relationship had been one of the best things to have ever happened to you. All of your past exes, at some point, had ended up either getting aggressive with you or lost interest and left. Never Bruce though.

When you’d been together he had always made it a point to ask you about your day or how you had slept. If you’d had a bad day or dream or whatever, really, then he would do what he could to try and cheer you up. When he was away on business trips and couldn’t take you along with him, he always made sure to either text or facetime you before you went to bed, no matter what the time it was for him. And if he was ever forced to cancel a date or accidentally missed an anniversary he would always make it up to you in the best possible way.

It was memories like these that had you wondering if you truly had dodged a bullet by leaving Bruce or if you had just caused yourself to lose the love of your life.

You wanted to scream! Why were you thinking about all of this now?! You could understand thinking all this before you had made the decision, but afterwards? After it had all been said and done? It made no sense!

You ran your hands through your hair and let out a frustrated sigh. You eyed your phone sitting on the other side of your windowsill seat. Should you call him? Let him know you had made a mistake? You knew he would probably still be awake at this hour… That’s when you remembered the article you’d seen a couple of days ago where Bruce had been pictured at a gala with a rather beautiful woman on his arm. It could just be for show…

‘Or he’s already moved on,’ you thought sadly. It didn’t matter if you had made a mistake or not, it was far too late to correct it now. With that thought, you got up from where you were sitting and made your way to bed.

A couple of nights later you found yourself in the exclusive nightclub, The Sirens. Your best friend, Tracey, had dragged you here saying it was about time you found someone else. And this club was the perfect place to do exactly that!

You really hadn’t wanted to go, but since she was your best friend, and you didn’t want to disappoint her, you agreed to go.

You were wearing a short low cut black dress, that perfectly highlighted your assets, with matching black heels. As for your makeup, you had gone for a dark smokey eye and a red lipstick. The lipstick had, of course, been Tracey’s idea. As she had applied it, she had enthusiastically claimed that men would not be able to keep their eyes off of you. And she had been right.

All night men had been coming up to you, trying to flirt, bought you a couple of drinks and you had turned them all down. There was only one man that you wanted to be paying attention to you and you were now the last thing on his mind. You inwardly laughed at yourself. Here you were in one of the nicest places in Gotham City (and that was saying something since this was Gotham after all), and you were standing around, turning down perfectly good hotties and looking sad because you couldn’t stop thinking about Bruce fucking Wayne! It was pathetic.

As you turned down yet another perfectly suitable one night stand candidate, Tracey came over to you, annoyance sparkling in her emerald eyes.

“Seriously? What was wrong with that one!” she exclaimed as she gestured in the direction the man had gone. You leant an elbow on the bar's surface and ran your hand through your hair.

“Nothing,” you replied quietly. Nothing had been wrong with the five before him. Well, nothing except for the fact that none of them were him.

“Fuck, you’re really not over him,” Tracey stated when she saw your expression.

“No, Tracey, I’m not. I thought I was, but...” you trailed off as you turned your head to meet her gaze. She shook her head which caused her blonde ringlet curls to bouncy slightly. Tracey then grabbed your hand.

“Come on,” she said as she started to pull you away from the bar and outside the club.

As soon as you were outside, she let go and quickly hailed down a cab. As one pulled up, she tugged you over to it.

“What are you doing?” you asked as she did so. She stopped and turned around and faced you, placing her hands on both of your shoulders.

“You are getting into that cab, you are going to Wayne Manor and you are going to tell that billionaire playboy you ain’t over him. Then you’re going to have a fan-fucking-tastic night, which you’re going to tell every single detail of to me, tomorrow. Understood?”

“But Tracey, what about that picture?” You didn’t need to elaborate as Tracey had been there when you’d come across the article.

“Right, I can’t tell you how I know this, but from what I heard, Brucie boy didn’t say a word to her after that picture was taken. Hell, apparently he just left her there at the end of the night! Which means, he’s probably moping over you like you’re moping over him,” she replied as she continued to drag you over to the cab and basically pushed you inside. “Now go and make sure you have fun!”

Before you were able to protest further, Tracey was already walking away.

“Where to, miss?” the cab driver asked. You couldn’t believe you were doing this.

“Wayne Manor, please.”

The drive to Wayne Manor was far longer than you remembered it being, which meant that you had far too much time to think about what you were doing. Was this really such a good idea?

As the cab started up the driveway and eventually came to a stop right outside the Manor, you knew there was absolutely no turning back. There hadn’t been the second you had told the driver to bring you here. So you paid the cab driver his fair and got out.

As the car drove away you looked up at the Manor before beginning to slowly make your way up the front steps. Nervously, you rung the doorbell. A few minutes past and the door opened, revealing a very confused Alfred.

“Miss Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I came to talk to Bruce. Is he home?”

“Of course,” Alfred stood to the side to allow you into the Manor. Once you’d entered and he had shut the door, he began to lead you through the halls to the room Bruce was currently in. “Right this way.”

When you got there, Alfred bid you good luck and then left off to get back to whatever it was he had been doing before your arrival. Taking a deep breath, you entered the room.

Bruce was pouring himself a drink when you walked in. The sound of your heels on the polished wood floor made him stop and he looked over his shoulder at you. His eyes were wide like he had just seen a ghost.

“Y/N…” your name was barely a whisper as it left him.

“Hi,” you replied timidly. You realised that you had no idea what you wanted to say to him.

He abandoned his drink and approached you slowly, like if he moved too quickly you would sudden evaporate before his eyes. He came to a stop before you and his hands came up and cupped your face. One of your own hands came up and rested over the top of his. His blue eyes swirled with too many emotions for you to make out clearly what they were. One of them, however, you saw just long enough for a warm feeling to start flooding through your chest.

“You came back.” The disbelief was more than evident in his voice as he spoke.

“I did. Bruce I’m so sorry, I…”

“That doesn’t matter anymore,” he replied, cutting off your apology. “Just kiss me.”

You leaned up and kissed him, putting all of the passion you could behind it. It wasn’t long before the kiss turned heated, your tongues quickly slipping into each other's mouths and you found yourself pushed up against the wall. To make it easier on the both of you, Bruce hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips and your arms around his neck.

Bruce was soon kissing and biting at your neck as one of his large hands slipped into your dress and began to fondle one of your breasts. A moan left you as he gently tweaked your nipple. He trailed kisses up your neck, along your jawline and back to your lips. As you kissed and he continued to fondle your chest, you decided you’d had enough of the foreplay and that you wanted, no you needed, him inside you.

You pulled away, breathing hard and trying to return some oxygen to your brain. “Bruce, I need you. Now,” you said in between pants. He answered by pulling you away from the wall and carrying you through the Manor, toward his bedroom. As he climbed the stairs and walked through the hallways you resumed kissing and began to unbutton his shirt.

Once you reached his bedroom, you were both quick to remove your clothes and settle on the bed. Bruce hovered over you as he aligned himself with your entrance. Then his blue eyes were meeting yours and he silently asked for your permission. You answered with a small nod and then he was slowly pushing his cock into you.

You let out a pleasure filled cry as your walls stretched around his cock. A low guttural groan left him as well. Fuck, you had forgotten how good he felt. When he was fully in, he stilled and ducked down and captured your lips with his. Once you had adjusted to him, you let him know with a small roll of your hips and he began to move. He started off slow, drawing out each of his movements, before picking up speed.

“Fuck… Bruce!” were the only words you could coherent form as he slammed into you and stole the breath from your lungs. The grip he had on your hips was sure to leave bruises there, not that you cared. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud and obscene in the room and nearly drowned out the moaning mess Bruce had turned you into. As always, other than the occasional grunt or groan, Bruce was mostly silent.

“Y/N, I’m close,” he managed to say as his thrusts were starting to become more erratic.

“Me too…” you managed to reply in between your moans. No sooner had the words left your mouth you suddenly felt his thumb against your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Suddenly the pleasure was all too much and you came crying his name. Then Bruce was pulling out of you and spilled his seed across your stomach.

After you two had cleaned up, Bruce gathered you up in his arms and maneuvered you under the covers with him, before pulling you in close. You were both silent as you laid there, you both felt as if you had gotten out everything you needed to say through your lovemaking. Well, almost everything. There was the big question of whenever or not this meant you were back together.

“Bruce?” you called out softly as you pulled away just far enough so you could see his face. He brushed an errant strand of hair away from your face.

“Yes?” he answered.

“Does this mean… I mean, are we…?”

“Back together?” Bruce asked as he finished your sentence. You nodded and he smiled. “I fucking hope so.” You chuckled a little at that.

“So, this means you still want me?”

“Darling, of course I still want you. I will always want you,” he replied before kissing you gently. When the kiss ended, you snuggled in close to him. “And I’m sorry about what happened. I’ll never be that reckless again. I promise.”

“I should hope not and, for the record, I’m always going to want you as well.”

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dreamwrites · 2 years

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"𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉!" — [𝑶𝒏𝒆-𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕]

Summary: In which Loki goes to visit his girlfriend on Earth to take her on a romantic date in Asgard when unfortunate events take place.

Word Count: 1181

Warnings: none

Pairings: loki x female!reader

A/N: Sorry if there is more than one mistake, english is not my first language and I am still learning it. However, I hope you enjoy it and have a good time, thanks for reading! (:

“What now? I'm supposed to keep quiet because of this... what the fuck are you supposed to be, a piece of trash?” no hint of emotion came out of his voice, though his expressions spoke for him.

The whole group was in absolute silence watching carefully every move of that individual who they could not call "intruder" to their bad luck since they knew him. However, he cared nothing about how those people saw him, because the sadness he felt for the humans was so much, so much, that he could probably burst into tears... no, it was not something dignified for someone like him. The best he could do was throwing up, throwing up, and he wished with all honor to do it on that piece of trash, on any of them really, he didn't care, because it was only a simple thing of time for them to end up dead, it always happened, it always did. Damn them and poor them and their filthy pity.

“Excuse me? what did you call me?” another voice came with a slight shake of the head, quite tired by the presence of that selfish, hateful and perverse guy.

His eyes were inspecting him up and down and spitting venom, he didn't understand why they should keep putting up with his crap when his planet was safe and he could be there being and doing any and every bullshit he wanted. And shit, he could name each one with every part of his body and make an endless list of all the disasters caused, explain in detail, speak with a glance and say, without the need to move his lips, why everyone detested him, why, why, why, why, why and why, there are thousands and millions, all with their reasons.

“I'll show you what this trash can do.” he spoke with such severe seriousness that without realizing it and with his eyes immersed in that figure, he ignored that his arm had changed into a murder weapon, a weapon that carried more than a real but deadly space "junk". Courtesy of the Stark membership.

“Bucky, no!” the man in blue tights, better known as the pride of a country, hurried to exclaim. And all he got after that yell was the whole nothing because the winter soldier was much faster: Stark's weapon woke up with an orange glow, as bright as a sunrise, but as lethal as lightning and fire itself combined. The gun had been pointed straight at the body and with anger reaching out to him, the gun ended up smiling at the other's head, determined to make a new friendship. A very good one.

“In your dreams, little brain” a giant wings entered without warning through one of the nearby doors and with a strong kick, turned the shot away, which to everyone's relief, nothing went off. And as soon as that happened, the figure grabbed him by the neck from behind and squeezed him just a little, hoping by a damn miracle that the beast would come back to his senses, if he really had them since as believable as it was, that was the usual behavior of the piece of crap. Yes, the stupid guy had a point, but he was only talking on the side of anger. “If you don't control yourself and you make one wrong move I can break your neck and gosh, believe me I really want to do it!” he finished in a tired shout. Why hadn't he taken that blessing vacation?

The five year old twitched furiously under the hands of the winged man, who only gave him a disapproving look and was ready to squeeze that damned neck of his once again.

“Let go, let go, let go Falcon!” Barnes begged with constant blows on the other's arm as it was costing him his own lungs.

Sam's arms left him alone and ready to open his mouth in search of a scolding, he realized that nothing he had done so far had been a good thing. The dark-haired, friendly looking soldier jumped to his feet and fired at his target without further objection, targets in between, no birds to grab him when he was executing a good action for all humanity. However, his plan had been much worse than a failure: when his arm shot straight at his target, it disappeared seconds before the fire touched his flawless face and instead, the flames embraced the large windows that didn't take a second to explode with a strong roar, leaving more than one on the ground and a few others not far from sinking through the new hole that gave a beautiful view of New York City. Miraculously, though, small white blankets grabbed their hands clutching them to the safest objects away from the windows.

“My windows! my precious windows!” the familiar voice of the owner of the house, Tony Stark, caused the smoke to disperse in fear and the avengers to get up from the floor, a slow and more injured than others. Wanda and Steve were the first to get up.

"No, of course not..." replied an innocent child's voice with a slight giggle, expressing himself with the help of his arms dumbly. The boy had a small scratch on his face from the recent explosion and his hair seemed to have come alive in all directions. “I can be sure of that because...”

“Peter fell five times from there thinking he was going to be able to hold on. He was trying out the new suit and playing with his little fabrics, it was hilarious to see him fall so many floors with Happy. You know, a complete dummy.” his new colleague was the one who had taken the words out of his mouth and Parker scowled in his direction taking his mask out of his hands with a quick flick of his "weaves".

“It was ten times, not five!” Spiderman spoke, annoyed and in a raised volume that he had completely forgotten. And despite the situation in which they were in, the anger of the spider character caused more than one chuckle and reproachful looks from some of the Avengers.

“If I may speak, I feel very sorry for that sad spider that bit you, kid.” reappearing in the blink of an eye, in the same spot as before, Loki gave a sarcastic and ridiculous grin, which Peter covered with another of his spider webs along with his arms and legs, tempted now more than ever to alert Karen to activate his new costume skills. Spider-Man made a cute DIY craft for Stark's tower: a human flower pot.

The front door opened for the last time and what he observed in front of it made him frown and stifle a small scream. The Avengers noticed (Y/N)'s presence when she was close enough as they were still getting up from the floor and others were healing their wounds.

“Loki?”

“Hi, darling” he said the best he could behind those dirty nets that covered his mouth and protected a shy smile.

— 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

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guardianofrivendell · 3 years

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Dwarves Always Knock Thrice

Requested: Yes and no. @estethell challenged me to write a modern AU with Fíli and Kíli knocking at the reader’s door instead of Bilbo’s by mistake. I interpreted it as a ‘what if Fíli and Kíli end up in modern day Europe?’

Warnings: none so far, I wrote this with a fem!reader (sorry! I try to write more gender neutral in the future, I promise)

Summary: What if one day your favorite fictional characters knock on your door? A modern AU with a twist! (any similarities to what I would do in this case are purely coincidental 😏)

A/N: Yes, yes, I know. There are hundreds of fics like this one. But none of them were written by me and my weird sense of humor 😆 Depending on the response I’ll turn this into a multichapter fic, if not this will stay a standalone oneshot.

Humming a rather cheerful tune, you pressed the button on top of the coffee machine and your morning fuel started dripping into your favorite cup. You waited patiently until the foam reached the edge and then you turned the machine off. With the cup held between your hands, you inhaled deeply. Nothing like the smell of fresh coffee for a perfect start of the day.

A few minutes ago your boyfriend had left to go to work, only to see him again by the end of next week. He was going on a citytrip with your group of friends for a few days, which had been planned ages ago. You were supposed to go with them, but unfortunately, you didn’t have any vacation days left. No, it was back to work for you instead.

Not that you minded. You loved your job, and you were lucky enough to be able to work from home when you wanted to. It didn’t actually feel like work that way. At least you had decent coffee, you didn’t have to dress up and you could take a break whenever you wanted. And now with your boyfriend gone for the week, you had no interruptions and lots of quiet evenings to look forward to. Cheers to that, you thought while you sipped at your coffee.

The dinner table became your makeshift workplace, coffee within reach. There were no video meetings scheduled today so you were wearing your favorite pair of black leggings and a long oversized knitted sweater, with fluffy socks on your feet to complete your comfy outfit.

You moved your computer mouse and your laptop sprung to life. James, your Sphynx cat, hopped on the table and pushed his head in your hand, demanding cuddles.

“Another day at the office, how dreadful,” you smiled, petting him behind his ear. James purred and started to bathe himself.

He was a Sphynx cat, so there was no fur. Nothing but flawless pink skin, soft to the touch. It almost felt like petting a warm peach. You chuckled at the comparison, and James stopped his grooming to look at you.

“Oh, I’m sorry your Majesty. I’ll let you to it.”

You booped his nose and got to work.

After a day of sifting through emails, processing data and editing documents and spreadsheets, you felt utterly exhausted. A phrase your boyfriend likes to throw at you on these moments suddenly came to mind, ‘How can you be so tired when you’ve done nothing but sit down on your ass all day?’ Always the charmer.

You stood up, raised your arms above your head and stretched, groaning in the process. You froze when your stretch session was interrupted by three knocks on your front door.

“Who still knocks these days?”

It was almost 6 pm, slowly turning dark outside and you’d let the shutters down about an hour ago. It was something you did as soon as the sun was setting. It was silly really, but it made you feel safe.

But now it prevented you from seeing who was at your door.

The neighbours from down the street wouldn’t come by for a visit, they were the kind of people that liked to keep to themselves. Your parents would call first, so�� a polite burglar perhaps?

You couldn’t be too careful these days, especially now, when you were alone, so you went to your intercom first to see who was at the door.

The camera didn’t show anyone. You could see a part of your front yard, but that was it. Strange… You thought you could hear voices, so maybe there was someone at the door after all. Maybe someone had driven their car into the ditch. Wouldn’t be the first time. You lived in the countryside, with roads where only one car at a time could pass, with ditches on both sides. A challenge for city people, and the occasional daredevil usually had to be towed out of said ditch.

What’s life without a little risk, you thought, and made your way to the front door. You weren’t the one to turn away from people in need. It would probably get yourself killed one day, you were too kind and gullible and people tended to take advantage of that.

Another three knocks sounded, a little louder this time and you swung the door open.

“Finally!”

Your boyfriend rushed inside and shot up the stairs. When you looked to your driveway, you saw his car with the lights on, the motor still running. He was running late again. As usual.

After a few minutes he thundered down the stairs, his hiking boots in hand.

“Almost forgot these,” he said while lifting them. He kissed your cheek and ran off. You sighed. “See you next week, sweet. I’ll miss you.”

Sarcasm was your way to cope, to learn how to deal with the lack of love and care. Because who were you kidding? He wouldn't miss you.

You shuffled to your kitchen, in need of something hot. To drink, that is. And while the coffee machine filled your cup for the second time that day, you rubbed your face with your hands trying to think of how you had ended up in this situation in the first place…

“Just try and enjoy a week by yourself,” you whispered.

You were about to take a first sip when three knocks sounded for the third time.

“Seriously?”

When you opened the door, you couldn’t stop the massive eyeroll when you saw it was your boyfriend again.

“Hand me the reservation papers of the hotel, will you? I forgot them and I need the address for the gps,” he said.

“I sent it in an email to Tom, and I put the address in the gps system yesterday. Now go, you’re late enough as it is. Call me when you get there okay?”

He smiled and kissed your cheek again.

“Bye! Enjoy your week by yourself!” “I will, don’t worry,” you smiled.

Before you closed the door there was a bright white flash. You covered your ears on instinct, something you always did when there was a thunderstorm.

“That was very closeby,” your boyfriend gasped. “They didn’t say anything about a thunderstorm tonight.” “I’m not sure that was lightning… there was no thunder?” “It’s probably nothing to worry about.”

And with those words your boyfriend left for the second time that night.

After closing the front door with a small heart, you tried to calm yourself. You were terrified of thunderstorms, and you really didn’t feel like going through one when you were on your own. Let’s just hope he was right and it was nothing, you thought.

Your coffee…! Taking a sip from the now lukewarm drink, you pondered if you would make it into an Irish or Italian one. Heaven knows you deserved it, right? With your coffee still in hand you made your way over to the liquor cabinet, only to be interrupted by yet another pair of knocks on the front door.

“I’m going to kill him,” you murmured while you walked into the hallway. “What could he have possibly forgotten this time?”

You swung the door open with a little too much force, but you couldn’t care less by that time. The small amount of patience you had left was already out of the window and you just wanted to enjoy your spiked coffee.

“What did you forg-?!”

Your voice got caught in your throat when your eyes fell on your visitors. Visitors. As in plural. Definitely not your boyfriend. You recognized them immediately, there was no doubt who they were but… it couldn’t be! This was simply impossible!

In your shock you forgot you were holding your cup of coffee and it slipped out of your hand. The cup completely shattered on the floor but you hardly noticed.

Because right in front of you, in the light of your porch light at your very own doorstep, stood Fíli and Kíli.

As in Fíli and Kíli, nephews to Thorin, King under the Mountain. As in Fíli and Kíli, characters from The Hobbit. Fictional characters. With a heavy emphasis on ‘fictional’. Made up by Tolkien.

So how the hell was it possible that they were standing in front of you, alive and well?

The two Durin brothers were a bit taken aback so it seemed, because they too remained silent at first. After a few awkward seconds Kíli was the one who decided to speak up instead of his older brother. He was clutching his sword and quiver, just like he did in the movie.

“Kíli,” he began. He was side eyeing his brother who was still staring at you, and smacked Fíli’s chest when he didn’t respond. “What?” “Kíli,” Kíli repeated, pointing at himself and then at his brother who finally caught on. “And Fíli.” “At your service,” they both continued, bowing deeply.

“Y/N, at yours,” you responded without a second thought. Kíli’s face split into a wide smile.

“We’re looking for master Boggins!” “Yeah, I kind of expected you to say that,” you murmured, but they heard you. “Oh, so you’re a seer?” Kíli assumed excitedly. “No! No, I’m just… me. But there is no mister Baggins here,” you said, correcting Kíli. “Are we at the wrong house?” Fíli wondered. “I’m afraid so.” “Well… can you help us find him?” Kíli looked at you expectantly.

You sighed. “I would but, I’m afraid it’s a little more complicated than that.”

Both of their faces fell. They were so in character, if someone was pranking you, they did one hell of a job in finding these two actors. And their costumes were spot on, from the carvings on Kíli’s bow to the colour of Fíli’s fur coat. It was scaringly accurate… They looked so much like Dean and Aidan’s version, but not quite. You didn’t know why exactly, but you had the feeling they were real. They were Fíli and Kíli, sons of Dís.

Fíli stared at you with a confused expression. “What do you mean, my lady?”

Oh. Now, if you weren’t already a little enamored by their looks, the title he just gave you would have. You weren’t exactly used to endearments.

Not that Fíli had meant as an endearment but you wouldn’t mind if they called you my lady for the rest of your life. It just made you grow a couple of inches.

“I’m probably going to regret this, but… come in.” You stepped aside so they could enter the hallway.

The heavy boots they were wearing made scratching sounds on your tile floor and your mind immediately went to your delicate wooden floors in the rest of your house.

You were going to sound extremely bossy and uptight but you had to think of your interior.

“Could you both maybe take off your boots?”

The two brothers looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

“If you want?” Fíli asked you.

“Please.”

You took the swords and quiver from Kíli so he had his hands free and placed them in a corner of your hallway. Fíli followed your example and added his own weapons to the pile.

“I trust you not to attack us when we’re unarmed,” he winked at you.

You smiled back at him, knowing all too well he still had some smaller knives hidden somewhere. For a moment the thought of reenacting the knife scene in Mirkwood crossed your mind, but you thought better of it. He wouldn’t find it as funny as you thought it was and you’d probably lose a finger or two if you tried to take a knife from him. It was best not to challenge him. Yet.

Once their boots were placed neatly next to their weapons, you motioned them to follow you into your living room. Your eyes drifted to the shards of your coffee mug and the spilled coffee, you needed to clean it up but it simply had to wait.

“I don’t really know how to begin explaining all this,” you said, while waving your arms around you, “but it might be a good idea if we sit down?”

You gestured towards the sitting area and both brothers took a seat on your couch.

It seemed like they didn’t know where to look first. Their eyes wandered to your tv, surround system, laptop, aquarium, …

Kíli whispered something in Fíli’s ear, to which the older brother shrugged his shoulders.

“Do you want to drink anything?” you suggested. “I have water, milk, beer, …”

Their eyes lit up when you mentioned the beer, so you nodded your head.

“Beer it is, although I need to warn you. It’s Belgian beer, so it’s probably a lot stronger than what you guys are used to.”

You mentally facepalmed at your last sentence, why did you even mention that? They didn’t realize they were in a different universe, so mentioning your country would give them zero information.

“I think we can handle it just fine,” Kíli commented with a smirk. Fíli nodded in agreement. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

After another look at the dwarves on your couch, you disappeared into your kitchen. You fetched two beer glasses out of the dishwasher and two bottles of beer from your fridge, before you noticed how much your hands were shaking.

Okay, Y/N, you need to calm down first… Easy to say when you have two dwarves sitting in your living room. Dwarves! And your favorite dwarves too. How many times had you imagined this exact moment in your fantasies? In your dreams?

Of course! That was it…! You probably fell asleep at your laptop and you were dreaming. But then why did it feel so real?

Maybe someone was pranking you after all? Nah, that wasn’t likely. Nobody knew you were even in the Tolkien fandom. Let alone who your favorite characters were.

So it must be a dream... But if you were dreaming, they definitely would have been an exact copy of the movie Fíli and Kíli. As in, Dean and Aidan in costumes. The ones sitting on your couch looked slightly different, still handsome - Mahal, did they look handsome - but you would probably refer to them as discount Dean and Aidan.

Your small mental breakdown was interrupted when Kili started to scream.

“What is that?!”

Quickly snatching the bottles and glasses in both of your hands, you hurried back to the Durin princes.

When you entered your living room, you were met with quite the hilarious view. Tolkien had described Fíli and Kíli as fearless and courageous, but there was nothing courageous about their behaviour right now.Fíli was sitting with his legs pulled up and Kili half on Fili’s back, pointing at James who was trying to jump on Fili’s lap.

“That’s James, my cat.”

“That’s a cat?!” Kíli yelled. “What did you do to him?”

“Nothing!” you laughed, placing the glasses and bottles on the coffee table. “He’s a sphynx cat, he’s supposed to look like that. They don’t have fur.”

You called James and he immediately ran to you, so you could pick him up. He rubbed his head against your chin and started purring, happy to get some attention.

You crouched down before the two princes.

“Go ahead, pet him. You don’t have to be scared.” “We’re not scared,” Kíli protested, puffing out his chest. You smirked and rolled your eyes. “Of course not.”

They were wary at first, but eventually both brothers were petting James. Before you could stop him, James jumped out of your arms on Fíli’s lap and curled up against the fur of his coat.

Fíli froze and tried his best not to let it show that he wasn’t comfortable with this at all. Next to him, Kíli had the hardest time keeping a straight face, biting his lip in an attempt to stifle his chuckles but his shoulders were already shaking with laughter.

You poured their beer and placed it in front of them.

“Like I said, it’s pretty strong so small sips. Do you want me to take James away?” Fíli shook his head. “I-it’s fine!”

You took a seat on your other couch and anxiously started to rub your thighs.

“So… like I said, I don’t really know how to explain this but I think I know what happened to you.” “Wait… did something happen to us? I don’t understand?” Kíli asked, raising his eyebrows in confusion.

Oh, right. They didn’t realise they were in a different universe right now. Maybe you should take a different approach.

“Can you tell me what happened before you knocked on my door?”

Kíli took the two glasses and gave one to his brother before he took a gulp, humming appreciatively.

“I like this,” he said. “And to answer your question, we traveled to the Shire and knocked on the door with the mark. And here we are!” “But… my door doesn’t have a mark?”

It was Fíli’s turn to roll his eyes. “Kee, you’re not telling the whole story. But you’re right about this,” he smiled while raising his glass, taking another sip. “This is good stuff.”

You chuckled when you saw some foam sticking to his mustache. He raised an eyebrow at you. “What’s so funny?”

“I have enough beer in the fridge, you don’t have to save some for later,” you laughed, pointing at your own lip to get the message across.

Fíli quickly wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. The movement made James shift in his lap and the Dwarf went rigid again. You decided not to say anything about it, you figured maybe Fili didn’t like cats that much. Or just James.

“So what did Kíli leave out?” “Your door wasn’t the first one we knocked on. There was a round, green door in the Shire. And that one had the mark of Gandalf. He’s a wizard.”

You nodded. So far it went exactly like it should. Shire, green door, mark.

“But when we knocked on it, we found ourselves in a field all of a sudden. And your house was the only one around so we figured that was where we were supposed to be. Since Gandalf is a wizard, you never know what to expect.”

Okay, that was different. It almost sounded as if they went through a portal of some sort. Like a portkey? They touched the portkey and traveled to a different universe? But portkeys weren’t part of Middle Earth, that was Harry Potter. Did they have something similar?

“You’re not in Middle Earth anymore,” you said softly.

Both brothers stared at you with wide eyes, their beer long forgotten. Kíli looked at his older brother, and pulled at his sleeve.

“What does she mean by that?”

Fíli kept his eyes fixed on your face, searching your features to see if you were lying. If you were trying to prank them.

“It means that you traveled between different worlds. In my world, where you’re in right now, Middle Earth is fictional. A story. It doesn't exist. Just like my world doesn’t exist where you’re from.” “I don’t believe you,” Kíli said with a frown.

You had expected this. It’s not like you would’ve believed them if you were in their place.

“Look around,” you tried to explain, “you can see things you recognize. The furniture, me being a human, … But you can also see things that you don’t understand. They are from this world.”

“You said Middle Earth was a story to you?” Fíli asked you. “Yes. There are tales about Middle Earth, and Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, the race of Men, … Orcs, wargs, goblins,” you explained, careful not to mention anything about their storyline or the one with the One Ring. “But I’ve never thought it could be real.”

They stayed silent for a few moments, letting it all sink in.

“How… How do we get back to Middle Earth?” Fili wondered. “I’m sorry, I really don’t know. But I’m going to help you find your way back. We’ll figure something out.”

You played with your fingers, a telltale sign you were nervous.

“And in the meantime you can stay here... With me.”

A/N: There you go... This is the setup for a possible new multichapter fic if people are interested in it. Just think of the two brothers in a modern day kitchen and bathroom, how the reader tries to cope with her fictional crush in her home and... how will they get back to Middle Earth? Would you be interested to read that? Let me know! And of course let me know what you thought of this story :)

A/N part 2: Sometimes tumblr switches paragraphs for no reason at all, if you notice this happened, send me a message! I’ll try and keep an eye on it myself, but some help is always appreciated.

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This is weird.

You look up from your textbook at the scrawny boy across from you. The circles under his eyes look especially dark as the blue light from his tablet shines on his face.

Yeah, this situation is super weird.

You’re ashamed to admit it, but you’ve been avoiding Dick a little bit lately.

You’re still pleasant to him in class, and you see him at the study group sessions, but you don’t try to make the effort to see him in situations where it’s just the two of you.

You’re just not ready to see him with all these feelings brewing inside you.

So the last thing you wanted was to run into his little brother, especially when you purposefully went to another coffee shop across town just so you wouldn’t run into Dick.

Still, you’re surprised Tim chose to sit with you after ordering 4 shots of espresso over ice.

“The ice makes it cold so you can’t taste how bitter it is” he had told you when you looked at his drink with a skeptical expression.

Well, it’s not a problem, you think taking a sip of your chai tea. Tim seems like a quiet person, he’s only said a handful of words to you so far, he probably won’t even bring up -

“So are you and Dick fighting?” Tim asks without looking up and you choke on your tea.

“So you are fighting” he hums as his gaze trails from his tablet to you. He figured Dick was being paranoid, honestly, even Tim thought following you to the coffee shop and pretending that he just ran into you was overkill.

Man, he figured you were just in the middle of some misunderstanding. He’s usually right about these things. Tim’s not going to lie, it stings to know Dick was on the nose about this one.

“It’s not that we’re fighting,” because you both really aren’t, there’s only going to be a fight if he finds out how you feel and how uncomfortable your new feelings make him considering he already has someone he loves.

“I just don’t want to get between him-“

“And Nightwing?” Tim supplies for you and your eyes widen.

“You know?” Tim nods in response.

You think Tim is saying he knows his brother and Nightwing are dating.

Tim thinks that you found out Dick got reprimanded a few weeks ago because he was spotted chatting with you on your balcony. He was able to play it off as just a normal chat but he would be risking exposing you to every villain in Gotham if they ever found out your were someone important to him.

“Maybe you are-“ Tim hums. You feel like a lightning bolt has struck your spine. So Dick does know about your feelings - or at least suspects something.

“But that’s not exactly a bad thing” Tim finishes, and you raise an eyebrow. You wait for an explanation but Tim’s already turned back to his tablet, typing away.

You look at the city, buildings springing up like trees from the concrete, their jagged edges like the crooks of a mountain. Nothing’s really changed. Not the buildings, or the skyline, not the stars in the inky black void of outer space. Not the city that never seems to sleep, the idle chatter of cars and civilians always whirring in the distance.

The only thing that has seemed to change, is you.

“That smells good, is it green tea?”

Well, one other thing has changed. You find a smile twitching onto your mouth as you hand Nightwing the mug in your hands. He’s perched on the ledge of your balcony, legs swing against the bars.

You get anxious just watching him.

“I had a feeling you’d stop by, it’s cherry blossom green tea, I think you’ll like it.” It’s a naturally sweet tea, so he should find it suits his taste considering he seems to share the same disposition for sweet things as his boyfriend.

You know that encounter with Tim this morning was weird, but the fact that you’ve kind of become late-night tea and chat buddies with your love rival is even weirder.

Looks like you can’t even make friends in a normal way.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he grins taking a sip of the hot beverage with a satisfied smile. The hum he lets out afterward sends shivers down your spine. Geez, no wonders Dick has it so bad for him.

You wonder what kind of noises he makes when they’re together-

Nope. Nope. No. Nope. No.

That was too far, your imagination really needs to get a grip.

“So how are things with you and that guy you love?” You flinch at the mention, choosing to take an unusually long sip of tea right then.

“That good huh?” Nightwing snorts, and you sigh. You’re not going to tell him about the cryptic conversation you had with Tim, especially considering the fact that he doesn’t seem to support their relationship.

Dick feels a little frustrated, as he watches you avoid his eyes. The whole thing seems off like there’s something missing. So you don’t want to be seen with Dick Grayson, but you don’t mind midnight tea talk with Nightwing- and you tell Tim how you don’t want to get in between him and his superhero persona- and then you wave him over when you see he’s a rooftop over-

It just doesn’t make any sense.

And worst of all-you look so pretty standing there, even with that sad look on your face.

“Well you know what they say-“ you let out a dry laugh, “to get over someone, you have to get under someone else”

It’s just a joke - a bad joke, you’re helping it’ll ease the tension. You figure Nightwing will make a dumb joke or pun back, and this whole thing can be behind you when he says-

“Get under me then” you’re so taken aback but what he’s said you’re sure he must have heard wrong. But when you look away from the green tea in your mug to his face, that chiseled face is only a few inches away from your own.

Before you can open your mouth to ask what he’s doing so close to you, his lips are pressed over your own. His gloved fingers ghosting over your cheek, holding it so tenderly that the action sends shivers down your spine.

Dick pulls away, fingers retreating to his domino mask, he doesn’t want to confess to you as Nightwing he wants to do it as Dick-

When you slap him.

This has seriously been the worst day. Dick sighs as he turns the water faucet to his shower off, grabbing his towel from the rack.

First, he forgets his cell phone at home on a Monday afternoon, so he’s got nothing to do to pass the time while he patrols.

Then the girl he likes slaps him before running back into her apartment without another word, probably to go cry-

And finally, to make the perfect end to the perfect day Dick got caught in a spontaneous rainstorm, getting soaked to the bone on his way back home. He figured Gotham could wait for a few hours and decided to come home a little early.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if I catch a cold” he mumbles tying his robe around his waist, his hands moving the towel to dry his hair, stopping mid-motion when he hears several very urgent knocks.

Well, who could it be at this hour? He’s considering ignoring it, probably just one of his brothers wanting to use his shower, when he hears several more knocks.

“Geez Jason, the neighbors are going to complain” he hisses, as he clings open the door, fully expecting to see his younger brother drenched to the bone and creating a puddle in the middle of his apartment building's hallway.

And someone is standing in the middle of his apartment building's communal hallway, drenched to the bone and creating a puddle in the hallway. But it’s not Jason, it’s you.

He only pulls you inside his apartment, the door clicking behind you when you break down into tears.

“I-I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to, I should have known better but- I didn’t think it would happen” The words are jilted by your tears and your chattering teeth. Did you run all the way here? Dick wonders as he starts using his slightly damp towel to dry your hair.

“I really didn’t want it, Dick, I promise I didn’t-“ you clasp his arm now jilting his movements. In the pandemonium, he completely forgot that you were the one that slapped him just a few hours ago, and now you’re the one apologizing for something?

“What are you talking about?” he sees your gulp hard, your eyes averted like a dog that realizes he’s accidentally snapped at his owner. And then, with clenched eyes and your hands balled into fists you shout:

“Nightwing kissed me!” Yeah, he knows, he was there. Kinda weird that you’re referring to him with his superhero persona. You look at him earnestly now- clasping both of his hands in yours.

“I promise I didn’t mean to make a pass at your boyfriend or steal him away from you.”

...

Huh?

You’re babbling about how ‘You could do so much better than a guy like that Dick’ and ‘if it was me- I would never do something like that’ when the flashbulb finally goes off over his head.

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhh. You think he’s dating Nightwing. This actually explains a lot.

“Here come with me” he grabs onto your numb wrist before you can answer, tugging you towards his bedroom. Your eyes staring into his robe-covered back.

Oh no, you can’t believe you didn’t realize it before.

Nightwing’s here isn’t he? That would answer why he hasn’t answered any of the texts you’ve sent him. Who would when they were busy having a romantic liaison with their lover. And obviously, he spun some different story for Dick, probably that you kissed him. And now you’re going to have to confront them both and pray that Dick believes you-

Only to your surprise, the bedroom is empty, and Dick’s fiddling around with something in his rather large wardrobe. Before you can ask what he’s doing he pulls out a suit-

It almost looks like a wet suit, with accents of blue amongst the sleek black- so he surfs? Is he showing off right now?

But then your eyes land on the bright blue symbol smack dab in the middle of the chest.

So Nightwing was here, and he did spin another story! You’re mentally preparing your best argument when you look into Dick’s baby blue eyes stare into your own, softening as they gaze warmly at you.

“(Y/N), I’m Nightwing”

...

(Y/N).exe is broken

Dick watches you gulp hard. Then he watches you slide past him, each step pronounced with a squeak, and step into his wardrobe before closing it from the inside.

“(Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)’s dead, so she can’t come to the phone anymore” Dick can practically feel the embarrassment radiate through the wardrobe door, and in spite of the situation, Dick laughs. He laughs so hard you actually swing open the door, crouched at the bottom of his wardrobe.

“It’s not funny Dick! Do you know how worried I was about you! I thought Bruce Wayne was homophobic and that you were leading some double life!” Dick only laughs harder at that. To be fair, he is leading a double life, just not the one you imagined he was.

“Well you’re not totally wrong,” he says between chuckles, sitting on the ground outside your wardrobe next to you. “I like guys and girls, but Bruce had it figured out before I even did,” he says with a shrug, mouth quirked up into a grin. His cheeks hold a rosy tinge, but somehow his red cheek is even brighter-

Ah, that’s the cheek you slapped.

Without thinking you reach out to him, your thumb caressing the swollen flesh. Dick doesn’t flinch away, relaxing into your touch.

“Sorry about that, I thought your boyfriend was cheating on you,” you say with a sheepish smile. Dick grins even wider.

“Would the response have been the same if you knew it was me?” There’s a hopeful glint in his eyes and you feel your heartbeat stutter.

Is he stupid?

If you knew it was Dick if you knew it was the boy you loved sitting on your balcony railing drinking tea with you all those times-

“Of course I wouldn’t have”

And Dick doesn’t wait another moment, leaning forward to catch your lips in his own.

This time you don’t slap him. Instead, you place both hands on his face and pull him in closer.

BONUS:

“So you’re Nightwing-“ you say, sitting cross-legged across from Dick in a marching bathrobe in his bed. He insisted you shower, he didn’t want you getting sick. You thought he was going to combust with how red he turned when you jokingly asked if he wanted to join you.

“And your Dad, Bruce, he’s Batman”

“That’s right” Dick nods.

“And you’re brothers, they’re the Red Hood, Robin, and Red Robin... respectively,”

Dick nods again.

“And Stephanie and Cass, they’re a part of this too, They’re both Batgirl” Dick nods, he tries to get some eye contact, but you’re firmly starting down at your hands.

“And your ex, Barbara Gordon, Commissioner Gordon’s daughter- she’s the original Batgirl.”

This must be pretty overwhelming, he had never realized what a robust mantle their extended family collectively carried. He’s about to offer you some comfort when your head snaps up-

“Do you think if I got all of them to autograph my textbook I could sell it and buy a new one”

Dick starts laughing.

“Seriously, there’s no one like you in the world”

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