#FIGURED OUT HIS FRIEND LIED ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM HOW WOULD YOU REACT
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Knew Better But Still Picked You pt 2
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Part One Part three
Jackie has some rules set for the reader and Cole that might be hard for them to follow.
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Cole shrugged some jeans up his legs while I tossed one of his tea shirts over my head. Tying my hair up in a messy braid. Jackie had stomped out of the bedroom and down the stairs clearly frustrated. “So how bad do you think she’s going to be about…us?”
“I have no clue. I’ve never seen her this concerned for me before since we’ve been friends forever.” I responded by slipping some socks on my feet sitting down on his bed.
Cole throws a blue tea shirt on coming over to me wrapping his arms around my waist tugging me to his embrace. “We could just stay upstairs for the day. To avoid my parents' possible wrath on both of us. What do you say?”
“Cole..” I warned him by draping my arms over his shoulders.
He leans down since he was taller than me, kissing me slowly. “How about now?”
“We can’t hide away.” I attempted to say while he kissed me again a little more passionately as if that would convince me and I hate to admit that it might be working.
The older Walter boy in front of me cupped my face in his hands. “The way you’re reacting says otherwise….jump.” I leaned into his embrace, moving my arms around his neck threading my fingers through his honey hair. He moaned when I did so and he moved his hands down where I jumped wrapping my legs around his waist but that’s as far as we got.
“Cole. Y/n, can you come downstairs now!” His father hollered where we broke the kiss.
Cole sighed and I could feel his muscles tense up. “Oh boy. Are you sure we can’t just sneak out the back door and go to the riverside?”
“Unless your parents don’t know about that place and Jackie’s phone has terrible cell service she’ll find us no problem. We have to go, Cole.” I explained to him running my right hand through his hair getting some of it out of his bright green eyes.
He lowered me to the wooden floor and planted a kiss on my forehead. We still held hands coming down the stairs until we reached the third to last step. His parents and my best friend were standing in the kitchen with angry looks on their faces. “You wanted to talk with us?” Cole stated calmly.
“Do you want to explain to us why Jackie is saying she wants us to forbid you two to be together?” His mother Catherine scowled hands on her hips.
Cole pretended to play like he was clueless. “I have no idea.”
“Me either.” I shrugged my shoulders following along with him.
Cole's father glared at his son. “Cole, don't joke around about this. We know Jackie isn't a liar. So I'd suggest you tell us the truth.”
“I don’t have anything to hide.” I replied.
Jackie stomped up, ending up in between us and the Walter parents. “Come on, you two. I know that you're lying to them. I saw you two laying in his bed this morning!”
“Okay, fine. Yes we were sleeping together in his bed. But not in the way that you think I swear.” Holding my hands up I figured it would be safer if we only lied about the horse riding and kissing last night between us.
His father glanced at his son, leaning against the fridge. “Cole, just tell us exactly what happened and your punishment won't be as bad since we already learned about you sneaking girls out of the house without our knowledge.”
“Which will never be acceptable in this house ever.” Catherine waved her index finger at him.
Cole dropped his gaze to the wooden floor and I felt him reach for my hand. I wanted to support whatever he was about to say but I still drew back keeping my hands clasped together in front of me. “Look you guys, I am not hooking up with Y/n. I just hung out with her last night and she didn’t want to wake New York up so she slept in my room with me.”
“Fine, if that’s all you're going to tell me then let's get onto the part that I came up with.” Jackie turned on her feet to the Walter parents. “Are you still open to the ideas that I came up with for going behind my back?”
Catherine shifted her gaze between us. “Jackie is very upset that you two lied to her about this. So we have decided that you two are grounded here for the evening.”
“What-” I gasped, never being grounded before in my life.
Mr. Walter leaned his palms on the island. “And if you don’t get all the chores done then you can't go to the homecoming prep rally.”
“I didn't want to go anyway. “ Cole shrugged his shoulders not fazed.
Turning my head in his direction I admit weakly. “I want to go. I've never been at anything like that in the city.”
“Oh…” Cole replied giving me a guilty expression.
Jackie moved forward grabbing my arm and dragged me out onto the porch so we could talk alone about this. “Jackie, this is ridiculous. We didn't sleep together.”
“But you did do something with him. I can see it in your eyes, Y/n. You're closer to him than you were a few days ago. He reached for your hand I saw it.” She throws her arms away from her sides.
Dragging my hands down my face I groaned at her. This was getting ridiculous that she is so concerned for my heart. “Jackie, I don't want to be having this conversation with you. You also had no right to involve his parents in this.” I appreciate it the support. But I haven't had a boyfriend yet so how was I supposed if he would be bad or good for me.
“If you just tell me what happened last night I'll go inside and tell them I overreacted. You just have to tell me the truth.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
Shoving my hands in my pockets I huffed. “I shouldn't have to tell my whole life story. You're supposed to just trust me since I'm your best friend and you consider me to be your sister.”
“If I consider you like family then there's no problem in telling me.” She pressed onward.
Stomping my boots into the gravel drive I snapped at her not being able to handle it anymore. “Urgh! You wanna know what happened between Cole and me…we kissed. We kissed after he took me horse riding to see the stars. That's what happened between us!”
“You freaking kissed him!” Jackie raised hee voice at the same time the front door opened and Cole walked past us seeing her death glare as he went straight for the barn.
Whipping my head around I ran toward the barn leaving my best friend ending our conversation with her. “Cole!” Leaning in the doorway with my hands on either side of the stall with his horse, he avoided my gaze brushing his horse.
“Hey Y/n.” He mumbled.
I opened the door coming to stand closer to him so he'd possibly look me in the eye. “Cole, please look at me. I didn't want to tell anything about last night. Last night was something that I wanted to be my own thing that no one could take away from me. But now she's made me put it out in the open.”
“It doesn’t matter that she knows about the kiss last night. I just don’t want to talk about it anymore we have chores to do.” He grumbled walking out of the stall and gently pushing me out of the way so he could lock the stall.
Spinning around in my boots I snapped back at him. “If you’re bring an ass to make my best friend right I don't like it. I already told you that I chose you when everyone else tells me I should stay away.”
“I'm not trying to make her happy. I am trying to stay away from you. But I can't avoid being around you.” Cole spun around on his feet getting close to me where there was almost no space between us.
I parted my lips eyeing the side of his jacket pocket where I knew he had slipped his keys inside before we went downstairs and clearly his parents didn't know. “Then let's run away somewhere they don't know about. Like Romeo and Juliet but obviously not dying.”
“Are you sure you're not a little afraid of any danger, Y/n?” He questioned me, focusing his green eyes.
Closing the gap I wrapped my arms around his neck pressing up against him as much as I could. “I'm choosing to be with you aren’t I Cole Walter. Danger can be my new middle name. So let’s run away for the night.”
“Running away isn't showing them I'm a good influence on you…But I don't want to be apart from you now.’ He declared looping my hand through his and he peaked around seeing that the lights in the house had been shut off meaning everyone was asleep. He led me to his truck and I climbed in hearing him Starr the engine racing away from the ranch.
Pulling out my phone I turned my location off knowing Jackie would track me. Leaning back in the seat I put my hand over his freehand. “You are honestly more fun then I'd thought you'd be, Cole.”
“I was thinking the same thing about you, Y/n.” He intertwined our fingers together and the rest of the drive through the night was comfortable silence with both our hearts racing with adrenaline and fear.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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Been thinking this a while but
You ever think about why the House and King in SASASAaP is so much worse than it is in ISaT?
Like, at first I put it down to just 'different timelines/different worlds' but the more I think about it, the more I've realized it is very much the same world and King and the difference specifically lies with the two game's respective Siffrins.
Why the House is so different: In Act 5 of ISaT when Sif 2.0 is running around losing his mind, the House very clearly warps around him. At first this seems to be just Sif's perception of events but when the friends come to rescue him, they bring up that the rooms were warped around, which means that Sif's Wish Craft doesn't just warp time but also space.
Because ISaT Sif on some level didn't want the loops to end, the House grew longer, pathways stopped making sense, they were lead to every room of the house where they had any kind of precious memory with their family (but notably not the rock trap room) etc...
And clearly the same thing is happening to the House in SASASAaP, the difference is Loop/OG's mindset: They want to get through the house as fast as possible without 'distractions' like the very helpful Hidden Library they don't know exists but at the same time they dread the king (dread their friends dying over and over and over) so the path is short and free of bosses (including those 'Nostalgia' star crest Sadnesses), but full of time consuming and tricky puzzles to delay them -even just a bit longer- from what they see as the inevitable end.
...Also the path no longer requires the Keyknife and OG Sif gets outright angry at the Change Statue when the others pray at it so make of that what you will.
Ok, so the Houses are affected by Sif's mental state, but what about the King?
The King is a totally different kettle of fish. He very much is not effected by the respective Sifs' Wish Craft but he can pick up on it. And well, how does he react in ISaT when he realizes Siffrin 2.0 is using Wish Craft?
... *Thinks about a hand, squeezing*
So yeah. My theory for why the King is so much worse, especially in the Perfect Route in Start Again is simple: Loop/OG Sif had been looping so long that their reek of Wish Craft's sweet smell was basically covering the whole party and the King, not knowing who to torture directly, responds by trying to kill them all especially horribly, especially on the 'Perfect' route where Sif likely continues hiding their looper status even as they are dying. ...Trying to mentally break them just as he tries to break Siffrin 2.0 in ISaT.
...Which is also why he doesn't auto kill everyone in the 'True' route - because that's the route Sif gives up pretending they're not a mess, meaning the King can identify that Sif is the Wish Crafter by the party's concern for them and their lack of reaction (much like the King did in ISaT), can see that Siffrin is already breaking, and thus being the 'merciful ruler' he is, decides to toy with them a bit, only going for the killing blow when he gets lower on health and starts getting concerned he might lose (which in turn means most of his attention in the fight was on the clearly not ok Sif, the party likely noticed and that's probably why Isabeau was able to jump in and block the King's fatal attack in time).
So um. YEAH. That's my thoughts on SASASAaP's King; he's the exact same as ISaT's King the only difference is that by the time OG Sif reached him the first time, they'd already looped a horrific amount of times and reeked so strong of Wish Craft that the King never even entertained the 'talk them down' facade and went straight for the kill/'torture them into submission' option every time.
Not sure these details matter too much really but I figure it might be helpful to all the Loop lovers out there making wonderful fanfics to consider (circumstances Odile can theorise about if Loop ever gives her enough hints to try, perhaps?) so... yeah.
Hope my thoughts were interesting and would like to hear your thoughts on the stuff I didn't manage to figure out like the skill differences between the two parties, and various people frozen in the House having different pronouns and things (currently going with: Loop/OG Sif is not really listening to anything and is possibly misremembering details they don't care about for the later but the former is very much 'I know this is probably because refined mechanics but what if-?!' area for me and I'd love to see in-setting reasoning for it) <3
Edit: Realized I forgot to mention a thing: A sweet scent is never brought up in SASASAaP probably because that might've been a later addition to the plot but I like to think it's more because everyone in the prologue is just so used to it at this point that the party are putting it down to being part of the 'King altered' House while OG Siffrin is completely numb to it at this point, and the King's not interested in talking so... yeah. No one brings it up.
...Might also explain why Bonnie doesn't offer the Melanga fritters: the sweet scent could potentially alter the taste (and also they're not 100% sure Sif likes them) so instead they offer sweets like the candy and Palmiers that would be less effected, the burnt samosas which are 'already bad' and the fish head which probably tastes so strong that Bonnie's less worried about it's taste being masked.
But that's just my spitballing for excuses so hope that's helpful for anyone wanting to use this info? XD
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~How would the companions/advisors/LIs react to the Inquisitor being turned into a cat by apostates, and suddenly being in danger from aggressive nobles with allergies and refugees looking to ‘fortify’ their next meal. Meanwhile, the Inquisitor’s totally nonchalant and just living the best life~
“Companions (+Romanced) reacting to Inquisitor turned into a Cat”
God bless all of you. I love you all. This request kept making me giggle, thank you, @sacredpigeon, for this thought! (I think the void ate this ask, but i had it saved in my document, so all good!) Now we go through who’s a cat person and who’s not.
-Lord Lex
Cullen
-The commander of the Inquisition should be calm and complete in any situation. Not this situation though, my man is panicking. What does he do?! You’re a cat! What kind of magic is this?! How do you reverse this?! He holds you under your armpits and holds you out, trying to figure out what to do. Goes to all of the magic users and begs them for help. If romanced, he tries to see if you're still in there, asking for any sign. If given a sign, it gives him a bit of comfort though he still doesn’t know what to do with you. Promises to fix this, awkwardly patting your head and yelling at anyone who goes too close to you.
(Please picture a poor soldier being yelled at not to get too close to the Inquisitor and all they see is some cat walking around.)
Josephine
-Josey is trying so hard not to gush over this beautiful cat that the companions brought back-wait, it’s who now. See, it’s a little hard to accept that the cat in front of her is the Inquisitor when there’s literally just a cat in front of her. Do anything to prove it’s you and she’ll be convinced, even if it’s a bit skeptical. She’s trying so hard to treat it like a serious situation, but she really can’t when you’re at the war table and there’s just a cat there with a serious face. If romanced, she’s adoring you, petting and kissing you, telling you how pretty/handsome you are. Keeps you close so that no one bothers you while trying her best to get someone to reverse it.
Leliana
-Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t- Ok but this is really funny. Leliana is trying so hard to keep a straight face while the others explain what happened to you. She’ll look you dead in the eye, and tell you to nod your head or shake your head before asking you several questions. If you’re still conscious and answer properly, you’ll notice a big smile growing on her face that she is failing to hide. She promises through her laughter that she’ll help find someone to fix it. Later asks if you can understand what her ravens can say.
Vivienne
-Just acting really annoyed. On the opposite side of the cat-loving spectrum, so she’s trying to hide her dislike for the small felines while still addressing you as if nothing happened. Madam Vivienne will not treat you any differently and, as such, will expect the same from you. If you’re more cat conscious than your own, she’ll pass the responsibility onto someone who loves cats, specifically Dorian. You have witnessed both having a conversation about you, Dorian calling you little baby while Vivienne calls you menace or beasty.
Varric
-This has to be one of the goofiest things he’s ever seen and yet no one would believe him if he told this story. Hell, half his stories that are true no one believes. He’s split on treating you like the Inquisitor still or treating you like a cat. Settles on a middle, calling you the “Inquisipurr”. Tries different things to see if you still have your consciousness or if you’re just a cat at the moment. Blink once for yes and blink twice for no. Hiss if you thin Cassandra should be nicer.
Cole
-Number one cat translator. Sort of. He can convey what you’re thinking, especially if you keep your mind. Doesn’t even mind it and still treats you like his friend. But most find it funny when he adds in a random meow because that’s how your mind is currently. Also with the occasional “The Inquisitor wants your attention” and then pointing down at the cat. It's the Cullen thing, but more people are obligated to think that that's just how Cole is instead of thinking he's a lunatic.
Solas
-Honestly? This is some bewildering magic, and he’s pretty sure the caster might have messed up. He’ll admit that it’s adorable, but he’d rather make sure you're safe before anything else. Solas will be one of the main people trying to look for a way to turn you back while also keeping an eye on you. Constantly goes between treating you like a cat and petting you before remembering that this cat is the Inquisitor and acting like nothing happened. If romanced, he tries to get you to follow him so that he can keep an eye on you. Or else, just holds you wherever he goes, holding you away from others when they talk to him.
Cassandra
-Ok, don’t panic. Or freeze. Both would be bad. Cassandra does both. She’s just…so confused and worried but what does she do about it? She tries to corral you to safety, afraid she or someone or something might hurt you. Then immediately goes to find a magic user and get them to figure out how to fix you. She’ll stay by your side the whole time. If romanced, she’ll put you on eye level and talk to you to calm you down, even if you don’t understand or look more calm than she feels right now. Cassandra promises to care for you as long as it takes to turn you back.
The Iron Bull
-What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. You’re so small and weird and WHAT. What does he do?! Bull’s trying to keep an eye on you while also trying to get someone to help you that knows what you’re dealing with. If you try to nudge up against him or climb him, he just tries to relax as much as possible, making sure you’re not gonna hurt yourself while an animal. If romanced, he just yoinks you up by the scruff of your neck and onto his shoulder, keeping a hand over you while looking for one of your magical companions.
Dorian
-You know those pet owners you just gasp and say “Look at you!” and pick up their cat real gently like just to hold them close to their chest while petting them? Dorian. He’s treating you like an actual cat while smiling the whole time, both because it’s funny and I do think he loves cats. Even risking cat hair on his outfit and notes. If romanced, he’ll even bring you up to look him in the eye while baby-praising you. “You are stunning, yes you are.” Doesn’t know if you’re fully conscious or not, but has to make sure you know he loves you no matter what.
Sera
-This is so funny and yet so cursed at the same time. She, too, is panicking while laughing at how stupid this is. What in the absolute shit magic is this? She really doesn’t want to touch you in case it’s contagious (Sera, that’s not how magic works) so it’s even funnier seeing her dance around away from you, yelling at you to stop it. If romanced, Sera makes a long scratching stick to pat you on the head and show you affection. She loves you but not risking it.
Blackwall
-Definition of panicked and protective. Whether you’re in a romance with Blackwall or not, he’s trying to hold on to you, his arms carefully around you and close to him. He can’t lose you if you’re close to him. Also, he’s used to nails of animals digging into him. Though if you are in a relationship and people are currently trying to fix your situation, some do spot him cuddling you, scratching your ears and kissing your head, assuring you that you’ll be fine.
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Y'know, I'm curious. I know you've been doing a lot of self aware Pokémon HCs, so something I wanna know is if you've ever done Self Aware N before. This isn't a request by any means, but just being curious if you've ever written our beloved christmas tree being self aware at all.
N: So... you're telling me that on top of my entire life being a lie in regards to my father and his team's beliefs, it's also completely fake and my entire purpose in this sick game is to entertain you? Is that it?
Player: ...Yeah pretty much, but I love you💕
N: ...
N: Well shit. If the almighty says they love me, who am I not to love them back?
Poor boy would be CLINGING to the only "real" person in his life after that
N would be such an interesting character to be self aware! I dont think I’ve written him self aware?? But 👀
He’s already dealing with so much, so suddenly being snapped to self awareness, or slowly becoming aware, are things that could be quite a shock for him.
Whether he knows right away when you start a new game, or becomes so over a playthrough, its such an interesting thing.
Imagine he goes through everything in the story of Black and White
How he grows and learns, and how his relationship with the player character evilves until the end.
And then he wakes up. He’s in the castle again, and Ghestsis is back, as if nothing happened.
He tries to shake it off as some dream, only for his fears to almost choke him when he sees the player character again ‘for the first time.’
But he notices something. How their face is blank. Eyes empty.
He tries to ask what’s going on, but his feet are walking for him, and suddenly words are pouring from his mouth. Familiar words he said on his own last time. Now they feel forced from his throat.
And then he’s in a battle.
This time though, something is different.
Their pokemon are different. A different level, maybe a different gender, maybe a whole new team.
He fights, but his attention is elsewhere. He swears he sees something flicker behind Them. For a split moment, he swears he sees a screen, and a face.
“Ah… I hope I’m not too under-leveled for this challenge. I should have leveled up a bit more…”
He thinks that Hilbert/Hilda is speaking, but their mouth never moves. Its as if its coming from around him.
“Oh well. It will at least be a challenge this time! Battling N is always a treat.”
N feels sick. His hands are sweaty, and his pokemon, his friends, are so oddly quiet.
The battle is over in what feels like seconds. Before he can even ask what’s going ok, his feet are moving, and he’s talking once more.
Words he’s already spoken fall from his lips. No matter how he tries to stop them, he can’t.
He doesn’t believe this anymore! Why is this happening? Why can’t he stop? Move! Move. Move…!
And then he does. His feet move on their own, all the way back home. He can finally breathe again, but at what cost?
Until he figures out what is going on, he’s trapped in his own personal nightmare. Especially when Ghetsis swings by, acting so sickeningly sweet. His honey laced words that are secretly coated with venom.
How the lies fall from Ghetsis’ lips so easy, and N wonders how he fell for them in the first place.
But he can’t react. Not until he knows what’s going on.
But he does make one vital connection.
You.
Hilbert/Hilda.
Whoever, or whatever they are. He always ends up being forced back to them against his will. Forced to speak the lies he once believed.
And he hears Them. The voice. It always comes back, making commentary.
Yes… whatever madness is happening, they are the key, he is sure of it.
He may not believe it is a god at first, but if you do more playthroughs, he might be inclined to start doing so.
What else could rewind time, and make a new timeline for fun? Forcing people to forget, and relive it, just a little differently each time?
But you are always positive about him, despite the things he’d done. The things he’s being force to relive again and again.
Maybe you’re not as wicked as one might think when trapped in this madness. You don’t even seem aware he’s being forced to relive this.
Perhaps to you, you don’t believe anyone remembers? Is he just an anomaly?
What about Hilbert/Hilda? You seem to control them. He no longer sees them as the teenagers who were eager to oppose him.
They are just empty vessels for you. Something he doesn’t think he would have noticed naturally.
Its like theres a fog in his head. He thinks he remembers the teenager being so… animated. Alive.
But thinking on it? They never were.
They are just a puppet, and no one but him notices.
It’s scary. But he doesn’t think you realize this completely either. Despite this horror, you don’t seem malicious. In fact, you even seem enraged and annoyed on his behalf every time you meet.
He doesn’t understand it. Not yet. But he vows to figure it out.
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Tutor: Come Over - Rafe Cameron
Word: 3k+
Type: Smut
Summary: Rafe comes over.
Warnings: Fem!Reader [no mentions of race or body type]. LACK OF PLOT, JUST PORN. The reader is more than intimidated by someone like Rafe, so, mentions of anxiety and overthinking. SMUT [dom!Rafe, sub!Reader, a little of humiliation kink, piv, usage of condom (a miracle x2), possession kink].
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You’ve been staying inside your empty and silent home for a good few hours now. You didn’t have to tutor Wheezie today, and your parents are out of the island for the night. Your friends made sure to keep you company for the whole afternoon. They even offered to sleep over, but you dismissed all their plans by lying.
You lied for the sole reason that you already have plans for this night. You hate that you have to lie to your friends, and you know that there would be no way of you saying the truth without it being a big problem. All because Rafe is supposed to come over tonight. It had been planned prior to today even. You couldn't say no to him when he asked you if he could, it’s him.
Ever since your friends began to leave your house, you already felt your insides turning. You would be seeing Rafe soon, and your body still reacts as if you’ve never seen him before.
You, unfortunately, haven’t been able to see him as much as you would’ve liked. It’s only been a week and you only saw him once at his house. You were almost done tutoring Wheezie and had run for a bathroom break while she was finishing up with her homework. You weren’t exactly expecting Rafe to be coming out of his room at the same time as you, but it did happen.
You two didn’t dare to say anything to each other. Sarah was in her room, and Wheezie could hear everything from her bedroom.
You simply offered him a smile and walked over to the bathroom. Rafe only had a smaller yet growing grin as he continued to make his way down the stairs too.
Your insides burn at the memories of what you two did the last time you were together. And you swear that these same memories appear in your mind at the worst of times. They're always getting you distracted and making you act awfully quiet in the middle of group conversations or even meals. And you just happen to be awful at hiding the way your sinful thoughts hunt your mind.
You don't know how many times you've dodged questions or any pressuring of your friends to tell them what is on your mind. You swear that you can't hide anything for your life, but you sure are getting better at starting new conversations.
The doorbell rings as you’re just finishing up getting dressed after a quick shower, and you begin to walk towards the door. You pull the hoodie down your figure and grab onto the doorknob. You pull the door open to see no one other than Rafe.
“Hi.” You tell him with a smile.
“Hi.”
You let him in and try not to get distracted with your main task. You keep your eyes on the outside of the house as the door slowly closes before you, doing a once over at every house that could face your entrance.
Your neighbors are the nosiest of everyone on the island. Even yesterday you heard one of your parents gossip about the neighbor's youngest daughter, the one that lives right down the street, and her girlfriend. Everyone knows everything about everyone and you cannot risk anything as big as this ever slipping out. It will be the end of you.
You close the door and turn back around to face Rafe. He's already a few steps away, staring at what’s around him. His eyes are focused on some family pictures that your mom has on the walls. You walk to stand beside him, staring at the ones he’s looking at - and making sure he’s not looking at something extremely embarrassing, aka your baby pictures.
“You were cute.” He comments, pointing at one of the pictures.
“Were?” You ask playfully.
He takes his eyes off the picture to look over at you, you’re smiling at your own joke, still looking down at the picture and completely oblivious to his staring. Rafe admires your face for a little bit, and you catch on to his silence by deciding to look up. You're surprised by his staring, Rafe can tell right as your smile falters slightly, but it comes back even stronger.
Rafe can’t help but smile at you as well. You look away, flustered, and Rafe mimics you, looking down at the pictures again. You follow his gaze again, silently hoping that he stays the hell away from the one at the far right.
His eyes scan through all of them and you tense up as he looks to his right.
“My room’s upstairs.” You tell him, snapping him awake.
Rafe notices as you disappear from his side, walk around him to appear on his other side, and turn back. Your back is facing the stairs and you take small steps, waiting for him to start following you. Rafe uses this as an opportunity to take a good look at you and your body. You’re simply wearing a hoodie and shorts, yet you feel your body burn when noticing him.
Rafe finally begins to follow you, right as you feel as if you’re going to die under his stare, and you turn back around, leading the way.
Rafe’s eyes stay on the back of your head the whole time, staring at you. His eyes move from your hair down to your back and then your legs. He’s almost so distracted and if it weren’t for a quick reflex, he would’ve missed the turn to the bedroom.
His eyes lift from you and he takes a good look at your room. You look around as well, trying to make sure for the hundredth time that you didn’t leave anything behind when cleaning. Your desk might be a little too cluttered now that you look at it, but you were just finishing your homework before you went to shower… You didn’t have time.
Rafe moves as he looks around, he’s just taking in what’s around him. Any posters or books that you have around, soaking in what could be your favorite genres of everything. You watch him nervously, as he does so and you can’t seem to know why you feel such ways toward him. He gets to the end of your bed and looks back at you.
“What?” You ask him.
“Nothing.” He says with a grin, noticing how your nervous mannerisms are showing.
He takes a seat at the end of the bed, and you look down at your hands. Rafe looks at you for a long time, and you finally look up at him. He motions for you with his head to come closer. You do as told and he brings a hand up, laying it over the back of your leg, pulling you to stand in between his own. You look down at him and your hands itch to touch him.
“Why are you so quiet?” He asks, not talking too loud either, not wanting to end that silence for you.
“I feel nervous.” You admit helplessly, laying your hands on his shoulders.
“Why?” He asks with a smile, curiosity bubbling inside of him.
You shake your head, not knowing the real answer other than the clear intimidation you suddenly feel towards him, and he pulls onto your legs, forcing you to sit on his lap. Your legs straddle his and you sit over it slowly. Rafe’s hands smooth down the top of your thighs first, and then they move up and under your hoodie, reaching to touch more of you.
Your hands move to stay on his shoulders and you look at him. His eyes look into yours, and you melt into his touch and under his stare. Rafe, noticing your hesitation, pulls you by your waist, trying to get you even closer to him and your faces stay close to one another. Your lips hover above his for just a short second, and you’re the one that closes the space between you two.
Your lips move against his and one of your hands goes from Rafe’s shoulder to the back of his head. The feeling of your fingers through his strands of hair makes him tighten his hold on you, wanting you close to him as he begins to take control of the once sweet and loving kiss.
A soft moan escapes your lips as soon as Rafe takes over and your hold on his hair tightens. Your other hand moves up to lay over his cheek and your thumb moves across his skin. Rafe’s entire body reacts to your soft touch - the way you caress his cheek - and even how you hold onto his hair. All of it is so soft and so different.
He grabs onto the hem of your hoodie and pulls away from the kiss to pull it off you, noticing quickly the absence of your bra. You help him get rid of it, and he reconnects your lips. Rafe holds onto you as he kisses you and he lifts you from his lap ever so slightly, disconnecting your lips but leaving a kiss on your jaw.
Rafe makes you get off his lap and lay on the bed beside him. He is hovering over you right away. He grabs onto the shorts you’re wearing and pulls them off your legs, effortlessly. You hold your legs up as he does it, and, soon, the shorts are off and on the ground. You are completely naked before him, right as he stands completely clothed. Rafe doesn’t let you grow in any way uneasy again by connecting his lips to yours again and running his hands down your body.
One of his hands teasingly moves down your stomach and, when at the right position, you sense his fingers tease your slit up and down. You whine against his lips, making him break the kiss to smile, and his fingers finally move in between your folds. He watches as your expression changes and you inhale a surprised gasp.
Rafe’s fingers move over your entrance collecting your wetness before he never moves to touch your clit.
“You’re so wet, princess.” He says to you, “Who made you this wet? Uhm?”
“You.” You whisper, feeling your body warm at the unfamiliarity of your words.
He lays kisses on your chest, and your hands find their way back to his hair as he moves down with each contact of his lips with your skin.
You pull him up and pull on his shirt, which surprisingly works, making him actually take it off. Rafe gives you a quick kiss and his fingers come back to you, yet, this time, they slide into you right away. You gasp into his mouth again and Rafe smiles brightly at you, feeding off of your sounds.
Rafe curves his fingers as he moves agonizingly slowly and kisses your jaw as you let out small noises of pleasure.
He stands up straighter and looks down to watch how your pussy takes his fingers so well. You feel yourself try to close your legs when you notice, but he pushes them away with his free hand with too much ease.
You watch as Rafe looks down at you as if he’s in a trance, completely lost in the view. He slides in his third finger, and you move your hips, making him chuckle at you. Your body heats up at the noise due to the surprisingly pleasurable humiliation, and Rafe continues to move so painfully slowly.
“Rafe, please.” You whisper at him, not finding your voice nor words, “Please.”
He looks up at your face and stops his fingers, watching you as you whine while looking down at his hand and moving your hips again to try to meet your own pleasure.
“Please what?" He asks you.
“Faster.” You meet his eyes, pleading even with your eyes.
He rebegins his movements and, this time, he actually does move at a faster pace. You meet his eyes as you let your head fall back and a small moan escapes you. He lets you enjoy for a bit, moving in and out of you faster but, still, not at the desirable pace.
Rafe, suddenly, pulls his fingers away, and you whine louder than before. If looks could kill, he knew he would've been 6 feet under at this point.
Your glare eases as you notice that he’s taking his pants off. His boxers soon appear after the first layer is taken off, and Rafe slides them down too.
Rafe's hands come back to you as you continue your staring, and he slides you more over to the middle of the bed. You bring your legs to near Rafe's hips and he brings his hand down at you. Before you can even think about anything, he slides the pad of his finger over your clit and you moan from under him.
He meets your eyes and repeats the action, just teasing you one more time.
You, with half-closed eyes, finally notice that he has a condom in his hand and watch as he quickly rips it open with his teeth. You watch him put it on quickly and line himself with your entrance.
One of his hands comes to rest just next to your head, and you smile. Rafe can’t help but move down to kiss you before going any further. He's never letting him admit it, but your smiles seem to always work on him.
Rafe slowly slides inside of you and groans in the midst of your own moan with the sensation that he is ready to grow familiar with. Your soaking wet cunt is so tight, and he swears that it can absolutely be the death of him.
He begins to move his hips at a less frustrating pace and one of your hands quickly moves to hold onto his wrist just by your head. You subconsciously hold onto your moans, not wanting to let every sound out, and Rafe notices.
“You can moan, princess.” He tells you, making you meet his eyes again as well as tighten the hold on his wrist, “All you want.”
It takes you a little to be completely comfortable with the possibility of being loud, and that is when Rafe decides to speed up further.
He moves up, hovering with some distance above, watching your body move with his. His free hand comes to hold onto your jiggling tits, holding one of them as his fingers close on your nipple. A smirk grows on his face as you let out a moan at the mix of the pleasure and small pain.
Your moans grow with time, louder and louder, yet they are still so soft and muffled by your own lips, all they do is motivate Rafe to move faster and harder. He knows he will get you comfortable enough one day to not even begin to think about this, but, until then, making you feel good is what he will focus on. After all, it gets the job done too.
Almost as an immediate response to his actions, your hold on his arm tightens, and you cry out a bit against his skin, feeling an orgasm already so ridiculously near.
Rafe’s eyes run through the entirety of your body, and he curses to himself.
“Fuck... My pretty girl.” He tells you.
You look up at him, and he smiles with the way your walls squeeze him. His own pleasure grows at the mere thought of you liking everything that he says.
“You like being called a pretty girl?” He asks as he continues to slam his hips into yours, and you don’t answer, you just whimper, forcing your mouth closed. “Because I can tell you that all day. The prettiest girl in the whole world with her soaked pussy filled with my cock…” He says with a teasing smile.
His words make you even look at him dazedly, not used to being told such things. His free hand holds onto your hip tightly, and you continue to look at him.
“Want me to call you a pretty girl?” He asks, more serious, now, and you shake your head, “No?”
“Yo-” You stop yourself when you feel his fingers over your clit all of a sudden, “Your-”
“Oh, my pretty girl.” He repeats as he does an even harder thrust than before, emphasizing the word loudly, “You want to be mine, princess?”
The circles on your clit fasten, and you lean your head on his arm, feeling the pleasure becoming way too intense as his thrusts never seem to slow down. His dick moves smoothly inside of you, and always touches every part of your insides, finding and touching your preferred spot every time with ease.
Your eyes begin to sting with tears as it gets too much, and your hand comes to Rafe’s, trying to slow him down, even when you deep down don’t want him to.
“Because if you want to be mine,” He starts, grunting near your ear as he moves to kiss your neck, “You have to be able to take a lot.”
His fingers pinch your clit, and you sob onto his shoulder. Through your cries, you swear you never want him to stop what he’s doing. Rafe moves away from your neck and comes near your face, kissing your moaning mouth and your wet cheeks.
“Rafe.” You whisper in the midst of your peak of pleasure.
“You want to?” He asks with a rough tone, right against your lips.
You nod quickly to his words, meaning every movement of your head. You’ve never wanted something so bad as this.
“Say it.”
“I-” You broke into a moan again because of his fingers. You hold tighter into his hand, but he never stops, “I want to be yours. Please.” You sob out your plea.
Rafe smiles maliciously against your lips and works his fingers just a little bit faster. The pleasure finally gets too intense for you and you finally reach your orgasm. You don’t control any of the moans that leave your mouth, and you can’t even hear all of them.
Your hearing is muffled, your body feels numb and your vision is overpowered by dark spots. Rafe watches proudly as you moan with no shame, and he kisses the tears that slide down your face. He leaves soft kisses all over you as you ride out and he, with his hands and thrusts, elongates your orgasm for as long as he can.
Your breathing is heavy when you finally come down, and Rafe stops everything for just a bit. He looks down at you, analyzing your face to look for any sort of negative emotion, but he finds nothing but slight exhaustion from what you just went through.
He moves his hips against yours again, and you don’t hold back on the whimper that leaves you.
“Did you mean it?” He asks you in a whisper.
You let go of his wrist as you have just been holding onto it so tight. Rafe watches as you smooth down the skin, worried about hurting him, and your eyes come back to his.
“Yes.” You answer him with a small nod.
You bring both of your hands to his face, and Rafe is the one that kisses you. Everything that he has ever wanted with you, he now has. He knows that you want him just as bad as he wants you, and that is exactly what he needed to hear.
He rebegins his thrusts while he has you distracted in the kiss, and you moan over how sensitive your pussy feels. Everything he does now, all of it feels way more intense than before.
“Good.” He says when he pulls away, “Because I don’t remember hearing you ask for permission to cum.”
Your heart speeds up at his words.
“Did you?” He asks you, and you shake your head.
Rafe looks down at you and notices the small curve forming on your lips. The beginning of one of your perfect smiles.
“You know what happens next?” Those words break your act, making you smile brightly at him and nod excitingly.
“You’re going to punish me?” You ask, not hiding your excitement.
He smiles back at you and kisses your lips roughly. Your lips clash and your tongues soon do as well. You love every second of it.
Yet, almost as if knowing and reading your thoughts, Rafe pulls away from the kiss and pulls out of you, making you gasp from the sudden movement.
In one rough and quick move of his hands, he holds onto your hips and turns you around, forcing you to lay on your stomach on the bed.
You let out a small scream at the sudden sting that you feel over one of your asscheeks right as the sound of a smack is heard. Rafe then lifts your hips, and you move on your knees, head by the pillows, and gladly welcoming what’s about to come next.
The silence made pleasure run its course through the entirety of your body as you tried to guess what could happen, but nothing could've prepared you for what followed. Orgasm after orgasm, and edging you time and time again. No matter how many times he caught you crying onto your pillow, Rafe continued until you couldn’t take any more.
You remember the kisses he laid over your spine when you tapped out and he stopped, the way he helped you to the bathroom, and how he kissed your forehead as soon as you were back on the bed. Nothing but sleep consumed you after that, and Rafe watched with a full heart as you slept soundly on his chest, for the first time, as his.
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here we are, fourth one already 😭 Max is really pushing my agenda with all of his geography knowledge in all the grill the grid videos and the freaking Time interview. all the love to @123pixieaod for her amazing feedback 💓
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The terrace has a beautiful wooden floor and an enormous swimming pool, both something Daniel mentioned as pros when they were deciding on buying a villa in Èze.
Ultimately, it all came down to the three mulberry trees growing on the right side of the garden. Max has never fully explained his obsession with the mulberries, but it was enough for him to buy the villa even without the other positives.
When Charles visited the estate for the first time, he and Max spent hours picking the mulberries and climbing up the trees like little kids. That confirmed Daniel's suspicion it had something to do with Max's childhood, even though it was one of the rare instances when Charles refused to dish out Max's secrets.
The housewarming gift from their friends, the enormous table made of teak, made the terrace look like a paradise. The first evening together, they sit around it with glasses of wine Daniel insisted on choosing. Max is reading and only half-listening to Charles and Alex's conversation at the other side of the table. Seb looks like he is about to fall asleep on the chair beside him.
"That's like you and the mysterious metro guy!" Charles laughs, interrupting everyone with a loud exclamation. He points his glass of pastis in Max's direction, who has no idea what brought them here.
Max, embarrassingly, feels blood rush to his cheeks. "Shut up," he grumbles. "Who invited you again?"
Max did. He sent him a text that only said, 'Eze 12-19 July'. Charles sent back a thumbs up and called Daniel a week later for details he knew Max wouldn't be willing to share.
Daniel looks up from his phone, dripping water everywhere with the movement. He got out of the pool merely minutes before, enjoying the coolness of the water after the long, hot day of travelling they had. Max's blush stuns him. "Metro guy?"
Charles gasps theatrically, smiling so wide his dimples are showing in their full force. "Noo," he drawls gleefully. He basks in any opportunity to make Max uncomfortable.
"Max Verstappen, you did not tell your husband about the metro guy?"
Daniel sighs, putting his hand over his heart, getting into the play Charles sets up. "Baby, am I the other man?"
Giggles break out around the table, everybody watching them by now.
"There's nothing to tell you, Daniel. And you-" Max says sternly, pointing his finger at Charles, whose shoulders shake with giggles. "Shut the fuck up before I-"
"When we were interns in Stockholm-" Charles interrupts him, looking at Daniel meaningfully while he starts with the story.
"This is embarrassing, Charles." Max rolls his eyes, but Charles doesn't react. He feeds off Max's despair. When he breathes in to continue, Max takes the precautionary measure and quickly asks him, "Have you told Sebastian who you were with when you broke your hand?"
Charles' smile dims. Sebastian opens one eye and squints at them with poorly hidden curiosity. He asked Charles about the incident many times and never got anything but empty words and white lies. He should have figured out that Max would know what really happened.
"You are no fun, Max. The most annoyingly serious man ever. I don't know how you put up with him." he turns to Daniel with the last sentence, who is still looking at him expectantly.
"I want to hear the story!"
Max huffs, crossing his arms. "I am not that serious."
Charles clicks his tongue loudly, taking another sip of his anise liquor. "You're reading Kissinger on a vacation." Max yelps, offended. He closes the book and cringes at the loud thud. The noise feels incriminating.
"Well, sorry that I'm not creaming my pants over Édouard Louis," He says, scoffing at the book someone sat aside on the table.
"Sick burn, Max." Daniel deadpans. "You were reading The Hunger Games last week." Max, betrayed, frowns at him.
"And you liked Barbie better than Oppenheimer, so fuck off."
Alex looks up from his place on the lounger, basking in the sun. "We were supposed to like Oppenheimer?"
George wants to join the conversation, too. "Kissinger is one hundred years old, there is no way he wrote that book himself. AI is crazy these days."
"You should ask Max about his well-being, they are all buddy-buddy with each other. Right, Max? Having dinner with him every time you cross the ocean?" Alex is laughing, joining the fest of kicking Max while he's down.
Charles smirks, seeing another opening. "Maybe Daniel isn't the only old man Max is fucking."
Sebastian opens his eyes and frowns at the younger man. "Charles, that's enough. Don't be mean now." The look on Charles' face makes Max laugh gleefully.
"Yeah, Charles, don't be mean," he parrots. He never claimed he wasn't petty. Daniel kicks his leg under the table, shaking his head subtly.
Max deflates a little, returning to his book without saying anything else. Sebastian catches Daniel's look and mouths kids.
Daniel has to bring his wine glass to his lips so he doesn't start laughing. "When will the intern arrive?" he asks to change the subject.
"Who?"
"Max wants to adopt an intern."
Seb hums appreciatively. "It's about time you two get children."
"Her name is Anne, Daniel, and she's, of course, too old for me to adopt." Max says sternly. "She's going to come tomorrow morning. And Pierre is bringing an intern, too!"
Charles nods, clicking his tongue. "He's probably fucking her, though."
Daniel gags. "I thought he was dating the model? The one from Vogue?"
Max and Charles shake their heads almost synchronically, always ready to gossip.
"What about you, Charles? Are you doing Vogue next?" Alex moves to an empty chair behind the table, cutting a piece of cheese someone laid out on it.
Charles, uncharacteristically, blushes. "No, that was a one-time thing."
In their group chat, his photo on the Time magazine cover worked as a meme by now. Max made fun of Charles for it ruthlessly, but Daniel knew he kept talking about how great it was that Mr Leclerc was finally getting the recognition he deserved to anyone who would listen to him.
Seb stands up and removes his shirt, padding off to the pool. Charles' eyes don't leave him once.
"On the other hand, I'd be willing to do Vogue if it meant getting out of that shithole." Naturally, Charles wanted everything Max had—a career of ages and a much older boyfriend. Alex smiles encouragingly, "Brussels is not that bad."
"Working in the Commission is a great opportunity, Charles," Max says, and Charles scoffs, rolling his eyes at him. He can’t stand their pity. "Seriously! I would if my husband wasn't solar- powered." he points at Daniel. "Two weeks in Belgian weather, and he withers away."
Everyone laughs, Max's words striking even more true now that Daniel is trying to soak up the sun shirtless on the chair next to them.
"Oh, Max," Charles slaps his hand down on the table, disappointed he forgot to mention this sooner. "I'm going to Amsterdam around the 28th. Care to join?"
Max's whole demeanour changes. "I can't, I'll be in Cairo, sorry."
Charles shrugs and tries to sneak away a piece of cheese Alex has cut for himself. Daniel kicks Max's leg, but the other man pointedly doesn't react.
"What's wrong with him?" he points his finger at Seb.
Everyone turns around, the distraction working perfectly. Sebastian is face down on a floatie, beer in his hand. He lazily kicks out once in a while, which just makes the scene even more grotesque.
"Seb? Are you planning on pulling a Kendall Roy over there?" Charles yells out, his eyebrows furrowed behind his designer sunglasses.
And because Sebastian is the only person left in the world who hasn’t watched Succession yet, his only reply is a mumbled, "Was?"
"He has been like this since he transferred to NATO," George says knowingly.
Charles slaps his hand down on the table. "See? Fucking Brussels."
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Max gets out of the room at sunrise. He likes to run through the village while the other people start waking up. Daniel stirs when he comes out of the shower an hour later but doesn’t make any effort to actually wake up. He is fine with dozing off, naked, under the satin sheets.
"Daniel, me and Charles are going to the racetrack. Do you want to join us?"
Daniel knows they are even more insufferable while competing, but that's not the only reason why he shakes his head no. He can now distinguish the noise filtering inside from the street as Charles revving his Ferrari.
He feels the bed dip beside his hip, and with his eyes closed, he flinches a little when Max's fingers trail lightly over his nose, cheekbones, the soft skin under his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asks, more quietly now.
"Yeah," he opens one eye. "I'm just not feeling great. I think it would be better if I slept a bit more."
"Are you feeling bad again? What do you need me to do?" Max looks frenzied now, worry setting in his features.
Max is not stupid, noticing things about Daniel only the person who loves you can notice. How he doesn't even try sleeping without taking ten milligrams of melatonin and still trashing for a decent hour before he manages to fall asleep, or how he keeps playing with the food on his plate without really eating anything, or how he hasn't returned his mom's calls in a solid month. So, of course, he can tell Daniel is getting bad again.
Daniel suddenly feels like a dick, all of the memories from when he couldn't even get out of bed under the heavy baggage on his shoulders come flying into his head.
Max's hand travels further down his face, eventually wrapping his fingers around Daniel's throat. A muscle memory. That way, he feels his Adam's apple bobbing when he asks, "Why did you not tell me you're going to Cairo?"
"Why would I? So you could come with me?" he asks sarcastically. Daniel huffs, slaps Max's hand away.
"Oh, yes, I think his excellency Verstappen would love to have a lovely lunch with his son's husband."
Max physically recoils on the bed like he's been slapped. Max wasn't fed love on a silver spoon during childhood like Daniel. That's why he learned to lick it off knives.
"I'm not having this conversation right now,"
Daniel speaks again before Max can stand up and walk away. "Your therapist said spending time with him is not good for you." At least that's what Max said when explaining why he did not invite Jos to their anniversary celebration.
"She doesn't know shit."
Daniel sits up, anger spiking his veins with thousands of blades. "Max, mate. Everyone and their mother has read the fucking Guardian interview, so maybe knowing him calling you a failure made it on the front page is enough!"
"Fuck you, Daniel. Seriously, fuck you." If he knew him less, Max would easily believe Daniel had never read the interview. This is the first time Daniel mentions it. "I wanted to tell him about Beijing, so thank you for your fucking support!"
This time, Daniel just watches Max leave.
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Ruhn x Reader | It All Falls Down
type: angst
warning(s): coma, near death experience, near loss of a loved one, blood
word count: 2.1k words
summary: based on this request, but I changed it a little; could you please do a Ruhn fic and maybe she has been his best friend for a long time and she felt the mating bond since she first met him and she waited for him to figure it out but he never did and then he met Lidia; the Asteri injure the reader lethally and he finds her body and the bond snaps between them, he had always hoped that it was her and thought that she was never interested in him, he finds a journal that the reader keeps and it explains her feelings towards Ruhn and declarations on how she wishes she could tell him about the mating bond and Ruhn just completely breaks down and he says that it has always been her……
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The phone call that wakes Ruhn is not at all what he expects. At that time it is normally only ever a call from a completely shit-faced Tristan who can’t find his key, or Declan who forgot his key at home, or Ithan who just did not bring a key because someone will open the door for him anyway. A shock rumbles through him when he hears Bryce speak the words, but he can’t really comprehend what she is saying, does not really know what to do with them, how to act, how to react. It can’t be real what she is saying. Your body has been found, he needs to come there, the Asteri.....everything else becomes a blur of words and phrases
Almost like in a trance Ruhn gets up and gets dressed, his heart pounding frantically in his chest, the blood rushing in his ears so loud it drowns out all the other noises. He rushes to find all his necessities, collecting his phone and his gun just in case. In the next moment he is out of the house, jumps into his car, puts in reverse, leaves the parking lot and then heads for where Bryce and Hunt are. Ruhn arrives at the park, at the crime scene, and panic and dread collide inside of him. Your body is lying lifelessly on the in ground. It is early in the morning, only past four, the grass is still drenched in dew, the sun has not yet risen. A fresh moist scent lies in the air when the wet grass slides against his legs and soaks through his shoes. Ruhn is running towards his sister, her mate and you. His knees buckles when his eyes land on the puddle of blood next to you, under you, everywhere around you. There is so much blood, there are so many wounds on your body. “Y/N,” he breathes and his knees give in. He falls to the ground, and it is when is hands cradle our face that something inside of him snaps, something starts to glow and he can feel the bond connecting you to him. But why now? Why did it have to take so long for the damn bond to snap? Why couldn’t it have happened earlier? But would you have even excepted it? That all does not matter now.
“The Asteri,” Bryce says calmly and places her hand on her brother’s shoulder. “We think that the Asteri are behind this.” Ruhn’s head whips to her and he furrows his brows, his heart dipping and cold sweat breaking out on the back of his neck once again. “Why?” he asks and it is Hunt who answers. “We don’t know, we hoped you might know?”
But Ruhn shakes his head. He has no idea. And also does not care about it in that moment. “Did you call an ambulance.” Bryce nods and takes out her phone to take some pictures of the crime scene. Celestina informed them that something has happened from where she knew they had no idea but Bryce and Hunt did not waste a second before heading here and informing Ruhn immediately when they saw who the victim of the attack was. “The ambulance will bring her to the hospital. We maybe need to collect some clothes for her, you know where she lives?” Ruhn nodes, his hand brushing the side of your face, the bond glowing brighter and brighter in his chest. It almost suffocates him, he does not want that now, can’t deal with it now. He wants you to be safe and fit again. And only when you are awake does he want to share the joy of the bond with you.
The ambulance arrives only a few minutes later. One of them cringes at the sight, but tries to act cool a moment later when he heaves your body onto on of the medical bed and brings your to the car. Bryce arranges with them that Ruhn will bring clothes to the hospital.
She drives Ruhn to the place where you live and your roommate lets him in, Bryce and Hunt in tow so they can look around in the flat if their are any hints on why they attacked you and what you might have found out about them. Ruhn does not care about any of it, he only cares about you waking up again. That’s the only things that matters to him.
The little bullet journal falls open and Ruhn really does not want to look but his eyes land on his name and he just has to see what you have written about him. His heart halts, then starts beating frantically at every word he reads. It explains everything, your feelings towards him and small declarations on how you wishes you could tell him about the mating bond… The mating bond.
Ruhn sits down on the ground and smacks his hands over his face, reasling a loud shout. He is rocking back and forth, sobbing while awareness dawns on him. He has been such an idiot. He never realised the bond because he was so caught up in his own world, how he hurt you so many times and he never saw you as anything more than a friend because he thought you would never see him as anything more than a friend. He started dating Lidia, who was a wonderful person, because he thought he would anyway never have a chance with you. But actually he was such a blind and oblivious fool. He hates himself for that, for maybe never getting the chance to tell you. A knock sounds from his door and it makes Ruhn lift his head. It is Bryce. She carefully opens the door and peeks inside. “Her parents just called. They are there now. Have you collected all her things?”
Ruhn sniffs loudly, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs when he looks at his sister through his swollen eyes. “I can’t lose her,” he breathes and the damn breaks once again, tears streaming down his cheeks. Bryce walks up to him and crouches down next brother, slinging her arm around his shoulders. She presses her head against his, his ear piercings cool against the side of her head. “She will be fine, I know it.” But Ruhn doubts that, saw your injuries. And as much as he wants to believe his sister, he can’t.
Flynn and Declan come to pick Ruhn up to drive to the hospital. He is still shaking when he arrives at the hospital, when they arrive in the entrance hall of the hospital, ask for your room, walk past the coffee shop and the emergency department where trauma patients are being brought in on beds or in wheelchairs. He does not pay any attention to anything around him, his whole focus is on you and the hope that you will wake up again. He can’t enter the room immediately, your parents are still inside, wanting to be alone with you. He understands but it drives him mad. Ruhn can’t stay outside your room, he places the duffle bag on the ground next to where Flynn sits in one of the visitor chairs and starts wandering, telling them to call for him when he can go inside.
Ruhn is pacing, walking through the long, maze-like hallways with the bright lighting than burns in his eyes. He has barely gotten any sleep the previous night, was terribly sleep deprived and in panic. He walks past a gift shop, glances inside. There are magazines, toiletries and other small items, as well as flowers and stuffed animals. He hesitates for a moment, but walks in and decides to by you a little bouquet of flowers — he chooses the violet ones, remembering how you always loved to comment on his eyes, how violet and glowing they were. Nothing is left of this glow, Ruhn’s eyes are dim and dull. It is when he leaves the shop that Declan calls for him, meeting him half-way in the corridor to your room. “Her parents are going home now, said you can go in.” Ruhn inclines his head and follows in silence.
His heart stops in his chest at the sight of you — you looks so peaceful, but at the same time like all life had been robbed from you. They probably put you in a coma…
The moments between him standing in the doorway and looking at you and him moving closer become a blur until he finds himself right next to you, his hands shaking, and turning damp from the cold sweat breaking out on his skin. His friends join him in the room, supporting him.
Ruhn sits on the adjustable hospital bed beside you, his hand holding yours. The one with the cannula, the small tube that has been placed into a vein in your arm or your hand in order to deliver your intravenous therapy.
You look like your are sleeping, lying there on the white linens, eyes closed, lips parted a little bit. Flynn stands behind Ruhn, Declan on his other side, keeping his hand on Ruhn’s shoulder. Ruhn is staring at the plain walls, lowering his gaze to the equipment plug-ins. The fluorescent light is still bright in here, but at least a little dimmer. Your chest heaves a little bit, barely visible but it gives Ruhn enough comfort to even his breathing. Through wires your heart is connected to a heart monitor and Ruhn watches the steady line, that does have too big highs. With a loud sigh Tristan Flynn leans against the bedside table with drawers, accidentally pushing one in. “You can go home. You don’t have to stay with me,” Ruhn says, honestly.
“You should also go home,” Declan answers, squeezing his friend’s shoulder, but Ruhn shakes his head. “No, I am staying with Y/N. When she wakes up, I want to be here.”
“But Ruhn—“
“No!” the starborn prince answers loudly. “I am staying. You go home.”
Declan and Tristan decide that it might be best for them to actually go home and leave Ruhn alone, wanting to give the two of you some privacy. It seems like it is what Ruhn needs.
His eyes are trained on the grey garbage can in the corner of the room when he opens his mouth and says, “I am so sorry. I have been such a fool.” His throat starts to ache, tears dwelling in his eyes when Ruhn gives his head a little shake. “I am so sorry.”
His thumb strokes gently over your hand, it feels cold in his one and he his heart squeezes. “I know that I have been such an oblivious fool to not see it, to not see that you like me the same way I like you. To not see the bond. I know I am an idiot… And it feels wrong that the bond snapped for me now, that this had to happen that the bond snapped, I hate myself for it.” His throat constricts, aching when a single tear slips out of his eyes. It falls onto your hand and it is then that your hand makes the tiniest jerk. “Y/N?” Ruhn asks, his voice baffled. He looks at you intensely but no more movement follows. Maybe he was mistaken? Ruhn parts his lips again, they are dry. “I want this bond with you, want nothing more. Well, I do. I want you to wake up. I want to see you smile again, hear you laugh again. I want to hug you, to have sleepovers with you where we smoke a little mithroot and watch sunball or your silly romance movies. I want to cook with you again and I just want to have you in my life. I can’t lose you, Y/N.”
He leans down and kisses your knuckles, more tears wetting your skin. “You are one of the most important people in my life, I need you.”
The heart monitor shows large lines when Ruhn hears a beeping noise and lifts his head to the screen. He does not understand what he is seeing, but a moment later he does not really care about it anymore. You shift a little on the bed, stirring and your hand twitches again.
Ruhn’s eyes widen, his heart stopping, then rapidly hammering against his ribcage.
Your eyes open a little bit, the corner of your mouth lifting when your look at Ruhn through a heavy-lidded gaze. “Your are my mate.” With that your eyes fall shut again, lips opening a little further. Ruhn leans over you, kissing the top of your head and he says, “That I am. Yours and only yours. And you are mine.”
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René draw their faces the same challenge (y’all, click to get better quality)
This sucked!
That was an understatement, Mike hated this with a passion. Here he is with his “best friend” arguing in the goddamn basement because of a painting Will decided he needed to lie about. It should be a simple thing to fix but things have been going horribly and Mike is finding it harder and harder to hold himself together. He shouldn’t take it out on anyone, he doesn’t want to but sometimes his mouth is faster than his brain.
Will is saying something about feeling like he had to lie and that they should just drop it, its just a stupid painting. And if Mike had been listening better then maybe he wouldn’t be reacting as he does. Maybe he’d realize that him and Will had just been feeling a little lost . But all he hears is the fact that Will had just called his artwork stupid and condensed everything that came with it into something small and meaningless. Which hurts so bad in a way Mike can’t even comprehend. Salt in the wound that is the gaping hole from Will lying to him.
“Bullshit, Will! That’s not fair and you know it!” Because even if Will had had a good reason to lie to him, that doesn’t mean it's right. They never lied to each other. Things kept changing but that wasn’t supposed to be one of them and UGH-
He HATES this!! He hates it.
Will has been responding to him tenfold with whatever he decides to dish out like its been pent up inside of him this whole time. And to be fair, Will had apologized over and over by now. Probably too many times even and Mike thinks that maybe he should drop it. They could be doing other things. Better things. Like actually hanging out or to a lesser extent, figuring things out with the upside down. He should be celebrating having his friend back. But whenever he gets the thought, everything just hits him all over again at the fact that Will had even lied in the first place. It felt like his heart had been put through a shredder and then sewn back together all wrong. Forced to continue functioning even if it hurts.
Will scoffs pushing back, “Not fair? What’s not fair is being blamed for something I didn’t do!”
And okay so maybe he has a point there, he hadn’t actually been the one to mess things up with El. Mike was just mad and uncomfortable and hurt. Too much was happening too fast and the world is ending on top of that and his best friend is lying to him.
Will derails his train of thought, again.
“I’m sorry for lying! For- for using El’s name,’ he says this part quietly, and Mike watches as the guilt overpowers his anger for a few seconds, “ but, Betrayal?? Really, Mike?”
Alright, he can admit (to himself not to Will) that maybe, that word is a little dramatic but he lied. Will looked him in the eye and lied!! That’s a pretty big fucking deal. And that’s enough to get him back going again.
“Lying was the betrayal, Will!!” He feels his voice shake and he wonders how words can make you feel so god damn tired.
“Friends. Don’t. Lie. Do you even care about that anymore??” Part of him thinks that maybe Will does still care but it clearly not enough cause he still lied, right to his face, disguised it as his sister for some stupid reason, and lied. Maybe he was afraid.
…
But Will’s not a coward, he’s not a coward.
“What!- of course I care, Mike!” A flash of something runs across his friend’s(?) face and Mike feels his fingertips buzz.
“Maybe…” and Mike snaps back to reality as Will pauses, some of the fire leaving his eyes.
“Maybe I didn’t think we were friends anymore-“
…
“W-what-” why would he think that, why would he think that.
“You acted like I was some- some creep or- something that you met on the street.” The fire lights itself again in Will’s eyes as he gets frustrated again and he feels his fingers tingle again. He clenched his fist.
The hell is this?
“Sue me if I didn’t think my words held any weight to you anymore.”
This is wrong, this is so so wrong. A silence blankets the room the only thing cracking through being the taps of rain hitting the house that he can just barely make out in the cover of the basement. Why would Will think that? There’s no way things have gotten that bad.
…
Sometimes it did feel that bad though, thinking back all that time he spent in this basement once the Byers left. How it had felt like a hole was in him and a weight was sitting heavy in his chest all at once. Those months had felt like some of the hardest times in his life, maybe second to when Will went missing. Only made worse by the inability to even reach Will because of the stupid phone always being busy. He probably should’ve sent more letters.
Maybe it had sucked just as bad for Will too. He watches as Will bends over slightly, hiding, and shoulders shaking. Tears hit the carpet beneath them and Mike feels like his heart is shattering.
If he’s being really truly honest with himself, maybe he gets why Will lied. He hadn’t been the nicest honestly. But having to accept that they’d hurt each other in any kinda of way. When it didn’t used to be like this.Promising to go crazy together and everything.It was hard. It’s easier to deny it.
…Will doesn’t deserve that though.
“Will-“ his name slips through his thoughts but he can’t find himself mad at it. Will snaps himself back up, movements jerky. The tears still run down his face but he’s angry and Mike feels himself pull towards Will. The tingle taking over his whole body.
His eyes lock with Wills’ and he pauses in his movements. They’re doing that thing again where it’s like they talk but no words come out and Mike can’t help himself feel some relief because at least that hadn’t changed.
The tears still tumble down Will’s cheeks but his face slips into something more crestfallen than angry and Mike knows he looks the same as he watches Will’s eye flit around his face eventually tracing a tear that makes its way down Mike’s face.
He’s really crying right now, Jesus.
Will sniffles, and looks away after a moment but Mike isn’t done cause there’s just no way he’s going to sit here and let his best friend think they aren’t fucking friends anymore. What the hell-
He pulls him into a tight hug, and feels like the stars have aligned or something incredibly cheesy but very real feeling has happened. Will is a little caught off guard but he leans heavy against Mike, arms snaking they’re way around and he feels the tingles grow tenfold as it happens.
“I’m sorry.”
And Mike isn’t surprised when he hears them both say it at the same time. The spot where Will is squished into him warming as he speaks into it . Mikes feeling kinda shitty right now but something almost giddy like flutters in him at the feeling. He burrows himself deeper into Will, hunched over but warm. Nose pressed into the crook of Will’s neck and Mike doesn’t know what he was thinking depriving himself of this when he was in Cali.
They stay there for a minute just soaking in finally being on the same page before he feels Will tug back gently. And Mike has to shove down a pout at the loss of contact. Will doesn’t step away though ;much to mikes happiness. So he supposes it’s okay and allows his hand to linger around the back of Will’s neck.
Will holds his arms in his own remnant of their hug and he looks him in the eye. Something bubbles in his chest at the sight.
“You’re my best friend, Will.” He says, a new type of light dancing in Will’s eyes.
“And- and I love you, okay? Your words will always matter.”
A whole flurry of emotions flitter across Will’s face before he settles on something fond. Mike wipes a few of the tears off of him.
‘I love you too’ his eyes say, at least that’s what Mike thinks.He could be wrong but Will is looking away and mumbling a soft “I love you too”, shy. And okay so what if Mike is smiling a little too hard now. Sue him! Being told I love you feels nice!
Will looks back at him, face definitely more red, a sweet look in his eye and Mike heart sings a song he thinks only Will has ever made it sing.
“Thanks Mike”
He thinks he should say ‘I love you’ every time he looks at Will if that means his best friend is gonna look like that every time.
It’s what his Will deserves and maybe it also makes him feel a little nice too but, so what! He thinks he’s allowed that.
A smile graces his own face,
“‘course” he says easily and Will is smiling a little brighter too. The tears finally subsiding.
Mike throws an arm around Will’s shoulder, pulling him closer into him.
“No more lying though, cool?”
And he can practically hear the eye roll Will does but he doesn’t miss the fondness in his tone when he lets out a
“heh- Very cool.”
Thank goodness.
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Edit: i dont know why but i giuess the post is a little broken. I’ll be posting on AO3 so I’ll fix it but for now ill try to figure something out. Thanks for reading C:
There’s also just general chapter edits.
Anyways
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#stranger things#byler art#byler#wiseheart#will byers#mike wheeler#william byers#michael wheeler#mike wheeler i know what you are#also mikes saying ‘ily’ platonicly at the moment if that wasn’t clear#mans hasn’t grasped his sexuality yet 😔#will is a lil flustered at that but he figures Mike means it in a friend way#the ‘I love you’ series#unlike Michael#I am not a writer#so sorry in advance haha#byler fic#kinda#byler tag been low on posts Ngl#byler fanart#my art#rené’s art
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help me say goodbye (gortash x good tav pt 3)
Author's Note: Fingering, sex. Gortash is a manipulative prick.
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Tav supposed it was inevitable, even at the infrequent rate Gortash's visits happened.
She thought later that she should've known better than to assume it was just weight gain from the richer diet. The doctor confirmed what she both feared and hoped for.
"You are with child, my lady."
He had given a few gentle pats on the firm roundness of Tav's stomach, and sent her off with an order to eat well and a promise to see her again within a fortnight.
There was a chill down her spine, and yet--and yet there was a strange joy in it as well. A baby, really, a baby, someone to hold close, someone who would really love her. There was a momentary stab of sorrow but (perhaps almost worse) was the fact it passed quickly.
For all the sins he's committed, I hope making ugly children won't be one of them. Astarion's catty voice sounded off in her head. I mean, that NOSE...
One more step on the staircase into the hells. Halsin's voice followed, hard and cold. You should have left while you had the chance...but now you carry his cub, and that will link you evermore.
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Gortash was thrilled, but then, Tav had expected that, along with the announcement he made regarding it.
(She did not bother writing any letters to any of her former friends--they didn't care to hear news of Gortash, so why would they want to know of this?)
What she did not expect was how he would react to her growing figure. Touching her stomach, now, that might've been normal enough, but to do it so frequently...to have her join him for the night, and then to wake up with his hand on her belly...it surprised her in a way she wasn't sure she was ready for.
But it was the change in their bedroom trysts that surprised her most. Whereas before it was once or sometimes twice a week, and mostly a slow, indulgent sort of pace--now it was three or four times a week and with more quick passion. When she asked why after one such session, there was a dark chuckle before he replied.
"Can a man not be excited by his ripe wife?" He pulled her close and laughed again. "The sight of you like this has stirred me like nothing else."
Tav shivered slightly.
Why? Why must you be like this? What is making you act so kindly? Please, just stop. Be the tyrant you always have been, and this will be easier...
She didn't want to enjoy this. Didn't want to relax with the feel of his arms around her, with her head against his chest. This was not what he was supposed to be!
"I...had heard that the sight of a woman round with his child could...excite some men," Tav said quietly, "Something about looking at her, and knowing she would not be so if it weren't for you."
"Exactly that," he whispered in her ear, laying his still-gauntleted hand over the bump in her abdomen. "I see it, I see you, and think that here lies more evidence of my power. That here lies the one who will inherit what I build."
"I had the vague idea that you had planned to live forever," Tav gave a false laugh. "Through some means or the other."
"To live forever would require putting myself under another's power, and that I will NEVER do again." Gortash sat up and brought her with him. He was holding her head in his hands, and meeting her eyes seriously, directly, for the first time since their marriage had been arranged.
Silence.
"I need you to understand, Tav. What we're doing here could become a dynasty. Do you understand? Are you listening?"
Tav quailed, though not from fear of Gortash. She gulped, and forced herself to hold eye contact with him as a few tears slipped out.
"I'm listening."
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"What--here?"
She was pressed against the wall of the conference chamber designated for their meeting with Karlach, and Gortash was quite clearly ready to go. Never mind that they were to commence the meeting shortly, never mind that there were any number of Flaming Fists in the outer hallway--
"Why not?" he was smirking at her as one hand hiked up the hem of her gown. "No one is going to enter this chamber until I allow it."
"You are the most depraved man I've ever met," Tav practically growled the words, but didn't fight a bit when his hand slipped below her underwear. "What happened to not wanting it too often?"
"You happened," Gortash said against her lips, "You, the way you've swelled, the way you carry MY child..."
His fingers stroked down and then in--
Tav gripped tightly at his shoulders.
"Try to keep quiet," he whispered, "Do you WANT to be heard? Do you want the guards to hear how well pleased you are?"
"You--" Tav attempted to retort, but was reduced to a shaky moan when two fingers moved knuckle deep inside her. "Oh..."
"Don't call out," Gortash demanded as his fingers deviously worked inside her, "Don't let them hear you. We must maintain the visage of dignity, after all..."
"I can't--"
"You can, I know you can." The whisper turned dark as he went on, "Or...do you WANT them to hear you, Tav?"
She clenched at the wall behind her as best she could; it was wholly inadequate for the exercise.
"I think you want to be heard," Gortash teased further. His thumb rubbed eager circles over her clit, and only moved faster when she pressed a hand over her mouth. "But it's wonderful you're trying to stay quiet...you're trying so hard to do what I'm asking--of--you--"
He punctuated the last two halts with a thrust of his fingers, and she saw that smug look in his eyes even as she felt the knot coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.
Gods, take me now...
(Only at the last moment before she felt his cock on her thigh did Tav realize he'd also been stroking himself...)
His hand drew back and almost in an instant he'd lifted her just slightly to give a thrust--
Tav held back as best she could, but a muffled moan still sounded off beneath her hand.
It was awkward for about thirty seconds, terrifying for one when she felt herself falling, and awkward once more when she caught herself on the seat of a chair just beside them.
Instead of trying to hold the position she steadied herself and turned to bend over the chair. Gortash instantly took the hint and pushed into her the second he could with an almost choked sort of groan.
"And you tell ME I want to get heard--" she said, "Now...stop fooling around and--"
A hard, almost hip-bruising thrust. A leap of pleasure in her gut.
"I don't recall you being the one who gives orders here," he said, "Such a shame we don't have time to punish you properly for it. But we can correct this bad behavior."
The gauntlet came down to grip tightly at her hip. She gasped more from the surprise of it than the actual pain, but what took her breath away was the next series of thrusts. Hard, merciless, unyielding--and which left her completely unable to form anything like a coherent thought.
"Not a sound," Gortash growled after the next one, "Do you hear me, Tav? Not a single sound until after I've finished you."
It was a struggle, but with a hand clapped firmly over her mouth, Tav managed it. The ecstasy rose higher, higher, and higher still, until every feeling was lust and every thought was more--and then suddenly it broke. Her whole body shuddered with the release and the effort, and from the grunt and spasm behind her she knew he'd almost at once found his own end. It was a cascade of feeling, as the fine point of release faded into the warm afterglow...
On shaky legs she stood, healed the wound at her hip, and adjusted her gown. Gortash tucked himself away and rebuckled his belt.
Just in time, too, for there was a knock at the door.
"Enter," Gortash called.
It was one of the Flaming Fists.
"Karlach's here."
"Send her in."
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The look of surprise on sight of Tav was written all over the tiefling's face, but Karlach got down to business right away without once mentioning it. There was still the matter of the remaining Absolute army--Gortash suggested having splinter factions form in order to not only weaken the different units but also remove the singular focus as a whole.
"Won't they question that?" Tav asked. "The point of the Absolute was to unite them."
"'Only a suggestion, my dear. What do you propose?"
"Something similar, but...perhaps purging the more...bloodthirsty units in some way. Such soldiers can be handy, but...well, Orin comes to mind. A mad dog can bite its master's hand too."
"And well we know that," Karlach added.
In the end, though she didn't at all care for it, it was hashed out that the more...evil inclined...units, or soldiers, would find themselves encouraged to take place in bloodsports. The army of the Absolute would need strong champions, after all, and what better way to prove themselves than in such competition?
Karlach stood to leave once they had issued the order to the elder brain.
"Perhaps you'd like to stay for dinner," Tav said, "It's been so long, I'd hoped that I could see how you're doing. You and all the rest of..."
"Ah, you know me, soldier, I don't do well in places like this." Karlach gave a strange half-done smile, and a glance in Gortash's direction. "And I'm not so certain others would like the view."
Tav inclined her head.
"I understand. You prefer the freedom of...Moonrise Towers, and its surroundings. It's been some time since I visited..."
In similar nothings did the conversation conclude. Karlach left politely if a bit coldly.
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Perhaps it was a masochistic streak that lead her to make the journey down to the Elfsong on foot. It hadn't been bad before, but something about trying to do it not--perhaps it was just from her swollen feet. They HAD been paining her of late. Whatever she had been eating wasn't--she didn't know how to describe it, but she wanted something less refined. Something more in the way of common food, even if it was only just so.
It was raining by the time she got inside, and after fielding a few bows and polite greetings Tav headed for the bar. No alcohol, of course, but they did have a delightful fruit blend that--
"I was glad to get out of there."
Karlach's voice sounded off from a corner table, and Tav--after making a quick order for some chicken and shrimp stew--listened carefully to see what she could hear.
"She looks like she's enjoying herself. Didn't bring up the grave--Wyll told me to ask about it, but really, I don't think it's going to be necessary."
"We should all have gone," Shadowheart's voice was heard then.
Tav got her stew, and started on it.
"And make you put up with Gortash's company? I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."
Yet you're making me do it, Tav thought. She tried to shut out the thought, tried not to hear more, but there was no escaping it.
"It's not that I don't want to see her," Karlach went on, "It's him. But...you should've seen her...parroting what he thought and agreeing with him in smaller ways, like she was toadying up to--"
A surge of anger carried her up and away from the very-much-wanted stew, towards Karlach's table.
It was as if something inside her had broken, given way,
"I'm so sorry I DON'T meet your standards," she snarled, "Pardon me for trying to please the man who could make my life as good or bad as he wanted to."
"I didn't make you do that!"
"What choice did we have?" Tav asked. "Orin doing what she did, the tadpoles, and...I just..."
"We could've found a way out," Karlach replied.
"I wasn't going to take the chance on losing anyone else, not after--after--" She took a deep, shaky, horrible breath. "--I did this all for all of YOU, and you just...you just abandon me! And then you wonder why I've shifted about to keep this man I call husband happy!"
Neither of the two could find a reply to that.
"I...I just wanted things to be as they were. I thought...I could bear with it, I have my friends! ...but...it looks like...like you hate him more than you like me." Tav took a deeper, shakier breath. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to...to unburden you from my company."
"Tav--"
She didn't listen; whether it was Shadowheart or Karlach no longer seemed to matter.
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There was a breeze, at least, and an air of calm peace. It was a place she was sure Halsin would have loved in life, and as for Astarion--well, his grave would get plenty of sun most days out here. It was outside the city, under a nice tall tree. And getting no sun right now, with the grey rainclouds largely blocking it out. She would have to leave sooner than anticipated if it started raining, else the maids would fuss at her for getting her silks wet.
The gravestone she looked down upon was marble, cut with the words:
HERE LIES ASTARION & HALSIN
LET YOU WHO READ THIS KNOW: I LOVED THEM BOTH
AS ONCE THEY LOVED BOTH MYSELF AND EACH OTHER
Atop the gravestone was a carving of a bear dancing with a star.
"I miss you both," Tav said quietly, "You have no idea how much...I wish I could turn back time and undo all of this, but I can't...time only moves forward and I...and I..."
Her tears began to fall just as the drizzling of the rain began.
"I don't think they meant to, but...but it's just been Gortash all this time, just me with him, trying to...trying to make something of the pile of shit I've..."
Deep breath. It didn't much help.
"Help me figure this out. Help me figure out how I'm suppose to--to--keep doing any of this when the people I did it for...don't seem to realize what I gave up for them. Maybe they don't realize because...because they don't have to live it. He's all that I have now and I...I'm afraid of what I might feel..."
She let her gaze rest on Astarion's name.
"It should be you, my star," she said, "Astarion. It should be YOUR child I carry..."
She looked away.
"Or Halsin's, but..." Tav took another deep breath. "I miss you more right now, Astarion. The jokes, the snobbishness, the catty humor...you were everything, until Orin...until Orin..."
She burst into tears once again.
There was a sudden chill, and she shivered, standing and pulling her cloak more tightly about her shoulders.
But she realized quickly it wasn't the rapidly-worsening rain, because none was falling over her.
Someone--she remembered this one from the Flophouse--was holding an umbrella over her head.
"I had heard you knew where this grave was," said a dark, clipped voice behind her. "How fortunate you chose to visit it today."
Wiping her eyes, Tav looked up and into those belonging to Cazador Szarr.
#spawns are for holding umbrellas#misery abounds#gortash x tav#tavtash#gortash#gortav#gortash bg3#bg3 gortash#bg3 cazador#enver gortash#fanfiction#bg3 smut
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Vigilante Pursuit: Looking at the Villain Hunt Arc
So for anyone who has followed my blog for any period of time, you know that I dislike the Stars and Stripes arc. However, that isn't the only arc that I take issue with. When I was first reading this arc, I had my issues with it, but I did my best to try and move past them. Unfortunately, my opinion of it has only soured as time has gone on and I have had more time to reread and process everything that happened in it. That being the Villain Hunt Arc.
Yes, I know its official title is the Dark Hero Arc, but that name is dumb, so I'm sticking with the Villain Hunt Arc. To be pretty clear, I don't hate this arc, and I still think that there are some good qualities to it. The fight with Lady Nagant is a dramatic challenge to Izuku's perception of heroes, the confrontation between All Might and Stain was a strong beat for their characters, and the Uraraka's speech is one of the highlights of the later arcs of the series. It is not without its problems, and I do feel a lot of frustration with those problems. So, after reaching nine thousand posts, I thought I would reflect on them and try to figure out how to fix this arc.
Unlike the Star and Stripes Arc though, the problems aren't exactly fundamental to the arc itself, more that there are issues in execution. Even then, it's more of one consistent problem throughout the arc and a few other bits with how things play out. So a lot of this will be more of the rewrite than me simply complaining about it. For the sake of this, I'm going to try to stick to as much of the canon structure and this arc as possible with the rewrites. I may have a lot of issues with Izuku's power progression, which is probably the worst in this arc, but such a thing would require changing whole other arcs or making new ones. And when I am writing this, the most recent Chapter 387. So if anything happens to counter my points, know that it hasn't happened yet.
Just Watch Us
Whenever I think back on this arc, I always think about the lack of character moments that weren't for the usual ensemble. The ones that stand out most to me are Hawks and Endeavor. I can understand why the characters would want to brush past that given their personalities and their circumstances, but it feels unsatisfying to not see them react to what happened to them or have the world change as a result. Endeavor says that he will keep pushing forward and tells people to watch him. Even though he has nothing to show for except his words after one of the worst debacles in hero history. And what he did has no real effect or reaction on anyone outside of the family. There isn't any pushback or reflection on Hawks either. Hawks murdered someone on live television, and the most we get is during the press conference. There's no time to think about Twice or the regret he has for killing. He's an optimist, after all.
And don't think that they are the only ones. So many of the students are barely given any time to process or talk about what happened to them. Mina and Kirsihima saw the brutalized corpse of their teacher. And we barely get anything on that. They just got out of a war, and all of them seem a bit bummed out. This is the worst day for most, if not all, of the characters involved. Why can't we see that tragedy and turmoil in them? This isn't only a thing with the war, either. Uraraka and Iida find out their best friend has lied to them for the better part of a year and has left them behind, with the two having no idea where Izuku is or what's happening to him. There isn't any time to reflect on how they're dealing with any of this. We simply have to assume that all this happened off screen in the month-long time jump, if it happened at all.
Near Miss
So when I said that I didn't dislike the Lady Nagant fight, there were a few asterixis next to it. I know it's a minor point, but it has constantly bothered me: why is Kai here? Now I understand why Kai is around. It's to set up everything with Lady Nagant and Izuku trying to save and help the villains, pairing him up with the most hateable villain that isn't part of the League of Villains. However, that doesn't explain why Kai is here from an in universe perspective. Lady Nagant seemingly brings him out of Tatarus on a whim. She says she wants to use him, but what use is a gibbering ex-convict with no arms? And when they get out, she wants him around to identify Izuku. Why on Earth would she need that? Are you telling me All For One didn't even give her any information on Izuku? Nothing like a photo or a basic description of her target?
My biggest issue with it is the introduction of "Fa Jin". Aside from the pacing issues of introducing so many of his new Quirks in such a short time span, "Fa Jin" is easily the worst of all the "One For All" Quirks. As an actual Quirk, it's fine. Nothing special, but has a unique gimmick. My problems lie in making it a Quirk for Izuku because it doesn't really add anything to his power set. It isn't an interesting expansion on Izuku's arsenal, basically doing exactly what "One For All" was doing before. It's obviously only there as a crutch to get Izuku to One Hundred Percent as fast as possible in the shortest amount of time. What's more is that it ruins the fun cat-and-mouse dynamic the fight had before. It's not something we've seen in the series before and would have given us a chance to see Izuku as the intelligent planner he's supposed to be. Instead, Izuku didn't win through some clever strategy, he won by making his number bigger.
Then there is how the fight ends. Lady Nagant blows up as a part of a cruel tactic by All For One. I understand what the story is going for, having all of Izuku's efforts destroyed to mentally break him, but there are some questions raised. Like how exactly did All For One use a Quirk that wasn't his? Why make it a Quirk he snuck onto her then? Why not simply be the effect of a Quirk he already had? How did Lady Nagant handle three Quirks when even two Quirks are considered extreme and potentially life-threatening? How was Lady Nagant not aware of this? Then following up with Izuku going to the mansion, which only results in All For One reinforcing what we already know and another egregious explosion fake out, just feels like such a limp and pointless way to end this entire segment. It's another symptom of All For One worming his way into every single plot as the big villain. You can't have a moment between a hero and villain without All For One twirling his IV tubes in the background.
How it All Stops
I know I have played up in the past how much I liked this moment. I did feel catharsis when Bakugou finally owned up to how awful he was to Izuku and apologized. But looking back at it with a critical eye, I'm finding a major problem with it: it's all about Bakugou. Don't get me wrong, this is supposed to be a big moment for Bakugou and how he's grown. But the other half of the equation is simply missing. There isn't accountability of what he did to Izuku. It's all justification about why he treated Izuku so poorly, only to then turn it over to how he has been acting in the past. There isn't any kind of acknowledgement or punishment for what he's done to Izuku. It comes across that Bakugou effectively Houdinied his way out of the actual consequences of his actions.
What's more is that there's nothing about how Izuku is processing this. Izuku, the guy who was hurt most by Bakugou's constant bullying and actions, doesn't say or think anything about this. Which is such a massive problem throughout the whole of the arc. There is so little time to give Izuku any moments to himself or thoughts on how he's feeling about everything. This should be a huge surge of emotions and the culmination of everything that's been building up with Izuku. But everything is more focused on the other characters, either through Izuku's own thoughts or writing focusing on them more. All that happens is that he collapses and apologizes to everyone else for insulting them. And this ends Rogue Izuku portion of the story. Did you enjoy the handful of chapters you got? I hope you did, because that is the end of that part of his character. One we barely got to actually see.
After all of that, there's barely anything following up on it. All the building emotions he had about himself and the arc over the years? Gone. A serious talk between Izuku and All Might about everything that has happened? Nothing. Any sort of real connection or follow-up with Uraraka and Iida? Not really. The most we get is simply in service of Toga and Uraraka's plot dozens of chapters later. There isn't anything personal about this arc that carries forward. As far as developing the characters, it may as well not have even happened. Bakugou still acts like a tool to Izuku, making it seem like he didn't really learn anything from all of this. We don't even get any proper follow-up with All Might. He apologizes to Izuku and then they move onto more plot beats. Which is so off the mark that it's downright insulting to both characters' stories. Take a bath and a nap, Izuku. It's clearly what you needed.
I know I keep harping on this part of it, but you need there to be a proper middle ground and payoff in order for the conclusion to feel satisfying. It feels like I'm watching a DVD with scratches on it, constantly skipping between major scenes, and the characters acting like they came to a conclusion without us seeing it. It's what attributed to a lot of rushed feeling for the last few arcs. While I always believed that these rapid plot points began back during the MLA War Arc, they have become so prevalent here. All the characters are being moved to their conclusion faster than the manga can handle in the number of chapters they are given. So a lot of them either feel forgotten in the sweep or have their characters and stories shorthanded to reach the end. Now, how would I fix all this?
Heroes of the Past
To start things off, Gran Torino will die in the hospital, potentially while talking to Izuku. I'm not one for suddenly killing off characters, but he really shouldn't have survived such a massive attack from Tomura and I think this would be a good point for him to bite it. More could be added from his death than from his life, especially if he's just going to sit in the hospital for the rest of the series. It would actually have Tomura kill someone that we know and care about, adding some more stakes and threat to this arc, but it would also start Izuku's spiral during this entire situation. From there, I would change the vestiges role as well for this arc. I would have them put more pressure on Izuku. He is there last shot at stopping All For One and they would try to push him more and more. Having the manifestations act as the voices of overwhelming responsibility would be a really interesting way to represent Izuku's thought process and the doubts he has. It's literally Izuku's power and the ghosts of the previous user wearing down on him.
With Hawks and Endeavor, I would certainly have them both interact on their own as characters away from the plot. Maybe Hawks could see some parallels between himself and Shoto as two young kids who were weapons for the sake of others because of their strong Quirks. Maybe Endeavor could talk about how much he had similar thoughts to Hawks, yet was always able to hold back in the end. You could give some more depth to their histories, like Hawk's life in the Hero Commission or who Endeavor was outside of hero work. And if nothing else, we need Endeavor's reaction to "One For All". The cornerstone of Endeavor's entire character was wanting to surpass All Might. After everything that happened over the past year for him, from becoming the Number One to finding out about Dabi, there should be something to him finding out just how truly futile that goal was this entire time. How much of his life was destroyed for less than nothing.
After that, there should be some external pushback and problems for them. Endeavor could be confronted by civilians and heroes, saying that they don't want to look at him and constantly throwing what Dabi did in his face. You could even have former heroes attack him, believing that someone like him does not deserve to be a hero and is simply a villain corrupting their role. Hawks could come across a scene where he finds a group of minor, but recognizable villains, like the Reservoir Dogs, all strung up on the streets. This could either be done by civilians or rogue heroes, finding Hawk's actions justifiable in killing villains, only exasperated by the extreme circumstances. How could those two possibly confront those circumstances? It'd give us some actual weight and consequence to their actions while fitting with the idea of how the actions of major heroes can trickle down into the rest of society.
vs Lady Nagant
This time around, Lady Nagant will bring Kai out of a sense of empathy for him given his condition, though she will hide it from All For One with the same excuse of thinking he'd be useful, which is technically true. Once she gets her mission, she will bring him along out of a need for information about Izuku. Not he knows what Izuku looks like, but because he knows about Izuku and how he fights. It could help explain why Lady Nagant is doing so well, aside from her simply being that good and give Kai more of a purpose. Instead of using "Fa Jin", just have Izuku uses the benefits of his other Quirks. Let him use his other powers and show off the benefits that "Black Whip", "Float", "Danger Sense", and "Smokescreen" provide for him. This provides a unique chance to have Izuku fight smarter and not harder.
And when the fight is over, don't make Lady Nagant the bomb. Make Overhaul the bomb. All For One could have attempted to take "Overhaul", but failed to do so since Kai's Quirk Factor is gone, which well say works that way for this rewrite, only to then sneak the bomb on him. Then you could have Lady Nagant make a move to save Izuku at the cost of herself. That still has the same kind of tragedy to it. The person he'd tried to save is dead or dying, depending on what Hori wants to do with him, and reigniting those heroic values in someone puts her in critical condition. Plus, I think if Hori wants to do any kind of redemption for Overhaul, people are going to want to see him suffer a little bit more for all the stuff he did to everyone in the Overhaul Arc. And skip All For One taunting Izuku, that simply wasn't needed.
After this fight, we are going to cut away from that part of the story. In order to get some breathing room for the rest of the characters, we need to push Izuku away from the spotlight for a little while. What's more is that gives the audience some tension and concern over what's happening with Izuku. Ideally, we start with Izuku and cut away once the Lady Nagant fight is over. It helps put us into Izuku's headspace some, focusing so much on everything that all the other characters feel so distant, only to cut back to them and feel the worry with them since we know how bad of a place Izuku is in. And could you imagine the reveal when we see Izuku and his monstrous vigilante look? Then, when that happens, we flashback to what Izuku has been doing before all of this happened. Plus, with UA, we could get a look at some of the other civilian reactions to what's been happening.
Back at UA
As for what this would be filled with, the first thing to come to mind would be Kirishima, Mina, and Momo. Look, I don't like how they handled Midnight's death. I think it was an incredibly cheap death, throwing a named character to the wolves to give the deaths on the hero's side some artificial weight without giving her any depth or connections outside of a side manga. But if you are going to kill her, at least do something with the characters it's supposed to affect. Have Mina bring up how much Midnight's classes meant to her, or have Momo think about some advice Midnight taught her. Sure, it's a retroactive fill-in for what should have been actual moments in the story, but it's better than nothing. Maybe let Aizawa come in and talk about her as well. Show us that the death of his friend and colleague of over a decade actually affected him and break down his walls some. Show us he is emotionally invested in someone other than Oboro, the Friendly Dust Cloud. You could even have it tie back into Aizawa's own experiences with Momo and how much they believe in her as a leader.
Then there are Iida and Uraraka. I swear, these two have been pushed so far to the back of the manga for what should be major supporting characters that it's insane. You could have Iida running around UA, trying to help everyone he can, wherever he can. It's all that Iida knows to do when he's stressed. It's all that's keeping him from trying to go against the school and looking for his friend. He needs to be here as the person who bears the name Ingenium, one of the oldest families in heroics, and the successor to his brother. Uraraka is helping as well, but clearly isn't as present. She keeps going back to everything with Toga and what she said. You could then have them both talk to each other, realizing how difficult it is to cope with all this, especially when their best friend is gone. It could play off the traits we know about them and set up stuff for later.
Finally, there is Bakugou. There is a lot that could be covered with him, though I do think that it would help a lot if he had a character to bounce off of. And while there could be a lot of characters to do that, I think that All Might would be the best option. Give the two another scene together, paralleling the one after the first fight between Izuku and Bakugou. With them together, they talk about what was going on with Bakugou and why he did what he did. It could do a lot to help build the bridge between everything that happened during the war and his apology to Deku. This could be where the card scene comes into play during Bakugou's death as well, or at least the set-up for it, like Bakugou holding the card in his hand before cutting away or him stifling his words. Once it's all done, All Might could be the one to spill the beans that they actually lost contact with Deku, prompting the class to want to go after him.
Viglinate Izuku
So with the Final War Arc, there are a lot of issues with society broguht up. Some of which are not as fleshed out as they could have been. Want to know what would help with that? Seeing it in action. We get a few montages of this, but I believe that it needs more time to convey how bad things have gotten. While Izuku is running around as a vigilante, he could be dealing with crisis situations that relate to all of the problems brought up throughout the season. Heck, the whole thing with the giant fox/shark lady is some of the most development we got for the Mutant Plotline in the story. Why not shore up some of the other issues with more evidence of that coming forward? The country degrades as all the nasty sides of society come up as the chapters go on. Izuku's goal of trying to understand only brings him more stress and heartache. Have him deal with something like Wash and Yo Shindo did. Carry over some of the issues that Endeavor and Hawks are dealing with. Have him let someone slide when they are committing survival crimes for their family.
Then we cut back to Izuku after the Lady Nagant fight and meet up with All Might after beating another assassin. He sees the damage done to Toshinori's windshield, realizing that he was attacked and nearly killed by more of All For One's goons. Before he can explain, Deku brings up Sir Nighteye and Gran Torino and how much he's learned from them, but that he's learned the most from All Might. He says that he doesn't need him as his mentor any more, implying that he's doing this so All Might doesn't die as well. After that, it's going to be more of Izuku trying to solve people's problems, and it's only going to get worse from here. It's going to be more difficult situations with less obvious answers, stressing Izuku out more and more, made even worse by the lack of self-care he has been doing.
The final point of this will be at the Hero Commission Building. You know that recording where Lady Nagant talked about everything she did? Well, that got out to the public somehow, maybe by All For One to sow more chaos and distrust. Now people want blood for everything that happened with Lady Nagant. Izuku wants to stop the rioters because there are still innocent people in that building, but the rioters aren't villains. They're civilians who have been hurt by the Commissions attempts to keep the peace. Then we come to the big dilemma: Izuku is stuck between protecting the epicenter of all the corruption in hero work and the people who have been hurt by them. A major moral conflict to punctuate everything Izuku has been dealing with.
It all comes to a head when the Commission demands he help, and the crowd accuses Izuku of not being a real hero. Just another goon of the Hero Commission. Izuku breaks and unleashes "Black Whip" to make a massive webby wall between the rioters and the building, telling the rioters to go home. This is when we get the reveal of the monstrous hero costume in all its glory. And the rioters are terrified, looking on in utter fear and running away. Before the Hero Commission has a chance to thank him, we see the cold eyes of the broken Izuku we see later before he leaves as well. Not only could this show the other dangers of Izuku not taking care of himself and taking on the burden, but his appearance only inspires fear in the people he wants to help, but it also works to punctuate everything that has happened thus far with the various problems.
Izuku vs Class 1-A
Before this fight starts, we are given a bit in the world of "One For All". This is where I would flesh out the vestiges some more and how they view things, something that would have been hinted at through their brief appearances in the rest of the arc. Like we have the Second User saying that what Izuku is doing is fine, but why not have something like the Fourth User saying they should hide while Nana tries to act as the voice of reason? When it comes to the Despot fight, I would add a few more high profile villains to the scene. In the manga, this doesn't feel like a situation that Izuku needed help with, which is the whole point of this scenario. It feels like there should have been more ways for him to deal with this given the tools he had, but he gave up because that's what Hori needed to happen. So between the massive number of civilians and the other villains making it all at risk to do anything, I think that would cement more how screwed Izuku is without other people around him.
And when the students show up, I would give some more time to them to show off their abilities some more. Something that can show both Izuku and the audience that they have grown some over the skip. Maybe show off some new techniques without making a big deal out of it or changing their costumes around to give them a new edge. And with more villains, it gives us more chances to see that. Once the fight is over, the students will then try to ask Izuku to come back. The fight will play out mostly the same, but I would add the bit about how "Danger Sense" doesn't detect certain entities as threats since the students are doing this to help him. I think it explains how they are doing so well in spite of Izuku having a power like that and makes the bit with Toga later seem like less of a contrivance.
After the fight, I would pass off the speech Bakugou gave about returning home to Iida. I think it just works better for him. As for the apology, while you could easily rewrite it, I think it would be better to keep it as is and then build off of it. Just because he's a better person now doesn't mean that he can say sorry and have everything be okay. I think we need some catharsis on Izuku's side and some atonement on Bakugou's part. Regardless, when Bakugou finally apologizes, Izuku isn't going to take it, at least not at first. You could say that's out of character for him, but between Bakugou's self-focused apology and how much Izuku has gone through in the past few chapters, I think you could justify it. This would give Izuku some time to talk about his own problems and how much suffering Bakugou put him through. Heck, a lot of Izuku's self-sacrificing mindset is because of Bakugou and that's what's killing him now.
Izuku is going to lay into Bakugou, verbally and potentially physically, as he tries to let out all of his emotions, as shown by "Black Whip" striking out and wrapping up around Izuku. He tells Bakugou to take everyone and go, saying that they aren't strong enough to keep up and are only going to get in the way. It's basically here to play up everything that Izuku had in his mind as a result of his role and insecurities. But because of the development he's gone through, that doesn't matter to Bakugou. He only wants to help Izuku and reach out to him. Before he acted on instinct, now he's reaching out with the express purpose of trying to save Izuku breaking through the "Black Whips" in order to make it to Izuku and remove his cowl. It's meant to reverse their relationship at the start of the series, both in their positions in dynamic as Bakugou is saving Izuku from something threatening to envelop his whole body.
Returning to UA
Once Izuku gets back, it will mostly be the same, only now the ensemble will be made up of the people who Izuku has helped so far in the arc. I would want a moment between him and Inko as well. Just something sweet and nice, like her using her Quirk to pull the cowl off him to see his face. After this, we'll get some breather chapters and spend more time on Izuku mentally recovering and slowly becoming more and more accepting of himself. How many? As many as we can get, frankly. Seriously, this is such an important time for Izuku and the rest of the cast that they're going to need all the time they can get. Now, while the other characters will play a role, it will fall more to Izuku to evaluate and heal. Like staying on his own some more before slowly coming back into the fold after a period of time.
As for any character interactions, there should certainly be a moment between Izuku and Uraraka. Uraraka stuck her neck out and poured her heart out in order to get him into UA. There should be at least be a thank you from him to her. Then some time with Shoto and Iida as well, with possibly each of them reflecting on their own arcs, like Shoto telling him to take his time with this or Iida saying that he always wanted to go out looking for Izuku since that's what he would do. Maybe would could squeeze in something with Aizawa as well. Who, maybe after scolding from, Aizawa tries to connect his own feelings with Izuku's predicament. How Aizawa kept trying to push himself so hard after Oboro's death and how that affected his life. And while he always wants Izuku to push himself, he never wants Izuku to end up like him.
There will be attempts by Bakugou to make things better, and there will be a notable change in how he acts around Izuku, acting more like equals rather than Bakugou barely tolerating him. However, Izuku is still working through it and makes it clear he isn't ready to truly accept him as a friend. Not only would this be more realistic, but it would also add some more tragedy to Bakugou's "death", making it seem like he died without ever making proper amends to Izuku. And if we go with the idea that the "One For All" visages are less helpful and more confrontational, then maybe we could have a scene with him confronting the vestiges as well. You could have Izuku tearing off the black covering around his body and fully speaking his mind, making it clear that he is certain of how he wants to be a hero and how things have changed since they were around.
Then there is Mirio. Not only would this give us some time to catch up with Mirio, someone who we have barely gotten to see outside of a fight scene since he got his power back, but it would also finish up the comparisons between the two. Now that "One For All" is out in the open, we could settle Izuku's doubts on whether or not he was the right heir. Maybe Mirio could say something about how it was a blessing Izuku got it instead of him because now there are two great heroes, or that him taking it on would have been pointless since it would have only killed him before he had the real chance to be a hero. Maybe even throw something with Eri in here as well. Just something that confirms that, no, Izuku's being chosen was never a mistake and helps on his journey to self-worth.
Finally, I really want there to be a moment with Toshinori and Izuku. The two people who would be most affected by this situation and understand each other the most. This would be a follow-up to the confrontation Toshinori had with Stain. Toshinori simply being there and helping the students is more than enough. He needs to assure Izuku that he is proud of who he is and that he never once doubted his decision. It would be a genuine moment between the two. Not as the Eighth and Ninth Users of "One For All", not as the once or future Pillars of Society, but as Izuku Midoriya and Toshinori Yagi. A fine young man with a good heart, and an old man who did well in rebuilding his life. It would be a good punctuation to both Izuku's journey to rediscovering his own personal worth and Toshinori figuring out how to live a life outside of All Might.
#My Hero Academia#Quirks#Midoriya Izuku#Deku#Toshinori Yagi#All Might#One For All#All For One#Kaina Tsutsumi#Lady Nagant#Kai Chisaki#Overhaul#Katsuki Bakugou#Ochako Uraraka#Uraravity#Iida Tenya#Enji Todoroki#Endeavor#Keigo Takami#Hawks#MHA Meta#MHA Theory
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Crave (Chapter 5)
Word count: 5.5k+
Pairing: Josh x Female Reader
Summary: After pushing the girl you love into the arms of your best friend, you're left regretting your choices.
Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.
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A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.
“You’re gonna wish you never said that…”
Her words replay in your head and you are stuck wondering what she meant. You realized that this could happen, getting involved with someone like Josh. You didn’t realize it would be happening so soon. Completely blindsided, you know you have probably said the wrong thing.
What is Josh going to say?
You internally battle with yourself for the rest of your shift. Thankfully, the rest of the night is quiet and easy. You clean up the bar and head home, soaking in a bubble bath when you hear your phone buzz on the bathroom counter. You step out of the tub and wrap yourself in a towel, grabbing the phone and seeing its Josh.
Josh: Hi love, just got back to my room. Miss you.
You: Hi, I miss you too. I hope you had a good day! I met some of those fans you warned me about tonight.
Josh: What? Where?
You: At work.
Your phone rings and you see Josh’s smile light up your screen. You take a deep breath and hit the green button.
“Hey!” you answer.
“Hey beautiful, what’s going on? You said they came to the bar?” He asks.
“Yes, they actually came looking for you guys, they said they heard you hang out there and wanted me to confirm. Which I did not. But then I guess one of them recognized me from the photo the other night… they were less than pleasant after that. I feel like I probably said something I shouldn't have... I don't know.” You reply.
“This is exactly what I was worried about. Listen, they will say whatever they can to get under your skin. Don’t believe anything they say, they will come up with anything to get at you. As far as how you reacted, I'm sure you said exactly what was necessary. I'm sorry you had to deal with this while I'm gone.” He says.
“Josh, don’t worry. I am fine, just stressed me out a little bit. I tried to take a bath to relax but it didn’t really help. I’m just anxious. I know you guys like to go to Sixty’s because no one ever finds you there but now… I feel like I should have lied and said no…. and the photo… I don’t know I’m just….” You stammer.
“Baby, relax. It’s fine, we will figure it out. Don’t be stressed. In fact…” he stops, you can practically hear the wheels spinning in his head.
“Let's try something...Are you in bed?” He asks.
“I’m about to be. I am putting on a t-shirt right now, and then I am…” you reply.
“Good, get into bed and tell me when you’re there. Feel free to skip the t-shirt. ” He replies and you can hear the smirk in his voice.
Oh Josh… I love this side of you so much.
Your cheeks heat up and your heart starts to race thinking about what he is implying. You are in the mood to release some of the stress from today and this is the perfect opportunity.
You decide to skip the t-shirt at Josh’s suggestion, climbing into bed and propping yourself up against your pillow. You pop in your airpods to hear Josh’s voice closer.
“Okay, I’m in bed. Nothing on…” you say devilishly, you are ready to play this game too.
“You’re so perfect. Are you comfortable?” he is asking genuinely, your heart fluttering at how sweet and caring this man is.
“Yes. Talk to me, Josh.” you don't want to waste any more time.
He laughs lightly and you hear some rustling on his end, then the clear sound of him undoing his belt buckle. The ache between your thighs grows in anticipation. “Close your eyes for me.”
You follow his instructions and close your eyes, focusing all of your energy on listening to his voice in your ears.
He begins instructing you again slowly in a lower register, not waiting for you to confirm that you’ve done what he’s asked. He knows you are following his every word.
“I want you to imagine I’m with you, that your hand is mine and it’s me that’s taking care of you right now. Touching you just the way you like… Gonna make you feel so good baby, we are going to do this together, every step of the way.”
“Please, Josh. Tell me what to do… I’m ready.” your voice is desperate, you miss him so much, and hearing his voice has you absolutely dripping already.
“Fuck. You have no idea how sexy you sound right now.” you hear his breath falter a little bit.
“I want you to trail your hand down your body, appreciate every inch. I love your soft skin so much, I can’t wait to get my mouth back on it.” his voice drenched with promise.
You take your time and run your hands down from your neck, over your breasts, and to your lower stomach. You are envisioning it’s Josh and can’t help the way you lightly gasp as you imagine it’s his fingers grazing your clit.
“Keep making those sounds for me. I need to hear how you’re feeling. Don’t be shy. I want you to touch yourself now, and I am going to do the same. We are going to come together. I’ve been hard for you since the second I heard your beautiful voice. Already got off in the shower once today thinking about you, but god damn this is so much better.”
“Tell me what you were thinking about, Josh. Please.” your fingers continue to swirl against your sensitive bud lightly and your heart is beating faster. At his insistence, you dip two of your fingers into your core, thinking about him filling you up instead.
“Was thinking about your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. Your eyes looking up at me while you took me in your mouth. The way you moan as I hit the back of your throat. The way your lips look afterwards, so pink and full. Fuck, I can’t wait, to see you.” he lets out a deep groan and you can hear the faint sounds of his hand working himself up and down vigorously.
You have no words in response, focusing your efforts on yourself as you switch between pumping your fingers and rubbing tight circles on your clit. You are getting closer to your edge by his words alone, moaning in response and letting his name roll off your tongue.
“Are you close for me, baby? I don’t know how much longer I can last. Especially with you moaning my name like that...shit...” his voice is getting weaker and you can tell he is ready to finish.
“Yes, Josh. Cum for me, and I’ll cum for you. I’m right there.” you breathe.
“Fuck baby…” his last words spill out of his mouth along with a few delicious moans and other expletives. But what really sends you over the edge is hearing your name leave his mouth laced in pleasure. The sound of him reaching his release is all it takes to send yours plummeting through your body as well. His name slipping deliciously from your lips as it wracks your body.
The line goes quiet for a few seconds as you both catch your breath.
“Josh…” you breathe out.
“Yeah baby…” he replies almost a whisper, still panting. You can hear him rustling around in the background.
“Thank you….” you say.
“Anything for you, love. Try to get some sleep and dont worry about those girls. All I care about is you, and I can't wait to see you.” he says laying back down in his bed.
“I can’t wait to see you either, I miss you so much. Goodnight…” you say.
“Goodnight my angel.” he replies, ending the call.
You lay there for a while just enjoying the relaxed sensation pulsating through your body, before realizing the time. You place your phone on the charger and turn off the light thinking of him as you close your eyes.
Only one more day…
When you wake the next morning and grab your phone you see a text from Josh.
Josh: Good morning lover, hope you have a good day today. Thinking of you always.
You: Good morning, miss you and hope your day is good too. Thanks for last night.
You swipe out of your messages and see that you have a ton of instagram notifications.
What in the world?
Opening the app you see your inbox is loaded with message requests, you have tagged photos for review, and comments on your photos from years ago.
You open your message requests and see hundreds of messages from girls who are asking you if you are dating Josh, how you know him, and the like. One message catches your eye though.
Being mean to people in this fandom is not going to age well, you should have thought about that. What would Josh think?
You click on another one.
You are a bartender? How pathetic, Josh deserves someone better than a bitchy bartender.
You open another.
Don’t worry we will show Josh who you really are. :)
Your heart is racing, you are being attacked, just like he said. You quickly close the app and throw your phone across the bed.
The messages continue to flood in all day, and the more you ignore them the more they seem to come. You know how these fandoms work, so you grab your computer and open Twitter. You search Josh’s name + girlfriend and you are inundated with horrible tweets about yourself. Belittling you, your appearance, your job and Josh’s choice in partner. You have never been bullied like this before and you are not sure how the guys deal with it day to day.
Maybe this is why they never post anything...
You don’t look at your phone for the rest of the day. You are afraid to say anything to Josh either. Somehow it feels like if you were to talk to him about it, it would only make things worse. You avoid your phone at all costs, hoping that this drama will die down before they get back. You go to work tonight and suffer through the painfully boring shift. As you are locking up you realize that you haven’t checked your phone at all... in hours. You know you will have missed calls and texts. You get into your car and pull it out of your purse, seeing multiple unread messages and two missed calls from Josh. Your instagram notifications have continued to increase since the last time you looked.
Josh: What are you doing today?
Josh: Everything good?
3:05pm Missed Call: Josh
Josh: What is going on love, call me.
1:08am Missed Call: Josh
Crap.
You immediately dial his number and hope he picks up as you pull out into traffic. It rings twice before he answers.
“Thank god…” he answers.
“I’m so sorry! I haven’t looked at my phone all day!” You reply.
“I was worried, shit.” He says. “Just tell me next time you decide to go off the grid for the day?” He jokes.
“Ugh, I know I’m sorry! This morning… my phone was just blowing up, people are so… mean…I just couldn’t deal with it so I didn’t look at my phone all day. I don’t know how you deal with it, really.” You say.
“What? Oh no....they found you huh? I am so sorry baby…” he replies. He knows exactly what is going on.
“It’s just…a lot.” You say sighing into the phone.
“I know it is....What got to you? There had to be one, if you’re still thinking about it.” He asks.
“I don’t know, just some messages about you deserving someone better than a bartender, or how they were ‘going to show you who I really am’... like they have any clue… it’s just a lot to deal with all at once. Especially by myself.” You say.
“Listen to me, there is no one better for me than you. I don’t care if you’re a bartender, I actually love it, and you’ve said it yourself, who knows you better than I do?” He asks.
“No one.” You reply quietly.
“Exactly. You’re perfect and everything about you is perfect and I just… love you. Exactly how you are. Okay? Don’t even open any more messages. When I get back I will show you how to mute everything. Makes life a lot easier.” He laughs.
“Okay, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it.” You reply.
“It’s okay, I understand. I would have done the same thing in your position. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, love.” He says.
“I know, I have missed you. The bar has been so quiet and boring without you all there, too.” you reply.
“You’ll come over when I get back, right?” He asks.
“Of course, just let me know when.” You say.
“I will, promise to answer your phone this time?” He jokes.
“Yes….” You laugh.
“Goodnight beautiful.” He says.
“Goodnight, Josh.” You say hanging up the phone.
Did he almost kinda say he loved me?
The next morning you wake up feeling refreshed, and excited knowing that you will get to see Josh. As you roll over to grab your phone you already see a text from Josh from a few hours ago.
Josh: We are getting on the plane now, and should be home around 12:30. Can’t wait to kiss your face.
It’s 10:00 now, so that gives you enough time to get up and do your morning routine and make yourself extra presentable.
Your heart flutters in your chest thinking about kissing him. You take extra time doing your hair and choosing your outfit. You spray your perfume on your wrist and neck and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach start to rise as the clock ticks closer to 12:30.
Pacing your living room, you are waiting for his text to let you know they had landed before you head out. You pack a bag just in case you decide to stay with Josh tonight, even though you’re fairly positive he isn’t going to have it any other way.
Zipping the zipper on the bag your phone buzzes.
Josh: Tell me you’re already on your way…
You: I am now...See you soon.
You grab your things and quickly leave, locking the door behind you. You throw your stuff into your car and head to his house.
You anxiously flip through the songs on your playlist but can't decide on anything, by the time you do, you are pulling into his driveway. His car is already there, but still warm.
You jump out and head to the front door, but before you can even knock it opens and you see his perfect smile greeting you.
“My girl.” He says, opening his arms.
You fall into his arms being surrounded by the best hug. ���I missed you.” you say into his neck.
He kisses the top of your head. “I know and we weren’t even gone that long, I don’t know how I am going to make it through tour…” he says.
“I don’t even want to think about that yet.” You reply.
He releases his arms from around you and grabs your face in his hands, pressing his lips to meet yours.
I really missed him.
He pulls back and shuts the door behind you.
“I know I just got here but I have to leave at 4 for my shift. Are you guys…. Gonna come in tonight? I know you just got home and all….” You stammer.
“I’m sure it will not take a whole lot of convincing...” He smiles.
You flash him a smile and he kisses you again.
“You really did miss me, huh?” You ask playfully.
“I did, and I am about to show you just how much.” He says devilishly.
Leading you down the hallway he laces his fingers with yours, pushing his bedroom door open. He lays down on his side of the bed, on top of his perfect fluffy down filled duvet. He crosses his bare feet and pats the spot next to him.
“Okay, first, let me see your phone.” He says holding his hand out.
You pull your phone out of your back pocket and unlock it before handing it to him.
“We need to get you locked down, because all of this….” He says pointing to the hundreds of comments and messages, “...is just not okay. I’m sorry we didn’t do this before I left.”
He shows you how to mute your messages, filter comments, and helps you set your profile to private.
“There, that should do it.” He says, handing it back to you. You set it on the table next to the bed and he throws his arm around your shoulder as he pulls his own phone out.
You snuggle into his side, completely relaxed just being here with him. He opens his instagram and searches for your profile, following you, now that you are private.
“There, now they can speculate all they want, but they can't get to you.” He laughs.
You spend a little time just laying with your head on his chest as he shows you pictures and videos he took while he was gone this week. You hear his heart beat and it lulls you into a drowsy state.
He puts his phone on the table and turns to face you.
“I really did miss you, sleeping here with you… empty hotel beds are cold and lonely.” He says.
You look up and place your lips on his, letting them linger for a few seconds longer than usual.
He grabs your face pulling you in again, so you sit up and climb over top of him, straddling him as you continue the kiss.
His hands slide off of your face and down your neck and shoulders, grazing your arms as they make their way to your hips. He grips into the fabric of your jeans pulling you down to grind into him. A moan leaving his lips and echoing into your mouth.
“Josh, I don’t know if I can wait any longer.” You pant.
“Good. Me either.” He says pulling his shirt over his head.
Minutes later you are tangled with each other, nothing but breathy moans and sighs filling the room.
Every movement made with intention and care, this was not like the past few times. This was like the first time all over again. Josh worships every inch of your body and takes his time paying attention to every minute detail of you. He makes sure you are taken care of first and foremost. He was loving you, not fucking you.
You lay together for a while afterwards talking and giggling, until the clock reminds you that its time to leave your perfect, blissful slice of heaven and head to the dark, smoky bar.
You begrudgingly get up and put your clothes back on, stepping into the bathroom to fix your hair and makeup before stepping back out. You see that he has gotten up and put his clothes back on too. You walk to meet him on the other side of the room and you snake your arms around his torso from behind.
“I’m glad you’re back.” You say into his warm back.
“I am glad too.” He replies, spinning around in your arms. “We are going to come to the bar later, if you still want us to.”
“Of course, it has been so quiet without you guys there.” You smile.
He leans down and kisses your lips, “Then we will see you soon, love.”
He releases you and you make your way to the front door, him not far behind you.
“See you later...” you say playfully blowing him a kiss.
“Bye baby...” He replies kissing your forehead.
Two hours later as you are restocking the cooler, you hear the bell ring and peer over your shoulder to see them walking in. Your heart leaps out of your chest. You smile and stand up and walking over to the bar top. They all come bounding over with smiles.
“My favorite regulars…” you smile.
Josh grabs your hand, pulling it to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles. Your face blushes red, at his openness in front of the guys.
“They all know, nothing to hide anymore.” He says.
Your eyes flick to Jake, then Sam, then Danny. Each of them smiling and giving their nod of approval.
“I mean, obviously he’s in love with you, look at this mushy shit.” Sam jokes as Josh releases your hand.
You smile and shrug your shoulders.
“Okay, drinks?” You ask, changing the subject, trying not to think about what Sam said.
Is he? Does he love me?
A while later you approach the guys at their normal table with fresh drinks and pass them out. You look around the bar and see it’s practically empty, so you take a seat next to Josh, who instinctively throws his arm around you. The guys have drank more than their usual amount tonight and things have been rowdy and loud. They tell you about their week, and some of the interesting interview topics they spoke about. As Jake drunkenly drags on about some bizarre topic you all find yourselves praying for his speech to end. Sam pulled out his phone half way through and has been scrolling mindlessly for the past 20 minutes.
“Oh god.” He says taken aback, interrupting Jake’s lecture.
“Did you know Olivia is engaged?!” He says, turning to Danny, shocked.
“What?” Danny interjects, snatching the phone from his hand, studying it before letting out a deep breath.
“No.” is all he says. His voice, deep and dark.
“So if she is engaged what was she doing here, fucking around with you?” Sam asks Danny.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Danny replies.
“What?” He asks.
“What do you mean fucking around?” He yells.
You look at Josh who shrugs his shoulders at you in response. You nod your head back towards the bar and he nods.
As you make your way over to the bar you pretend to look busy and try not to listen in on what’s going on. What you do notice is that Danny has crossed over that threshold. He has that look in his eye and you know things are not going to end well for someone.
“Why the fuck would you even bring it up?” he yells at Sam.
Sam stands up and grabs his things, trying to just leave the bar and the situation all together.
Danny stands up and grabs his arm, slinging him into the wood paneled wall behind the table.
“Do you have a fuckin problem man?” he asks, pushing Sam into the wall by his shoulders.
Jake quickly springs to his feet grabbing Danny by the arm and pulling him off of Sam before anything escalates further.
“Daniel, I think it'd be wise to take a step back.” Jake warns with a glaring look.
Josh taking the opportunity, sliding between Danny and Sam.
“No, no I'm sick of this shit. I’m sick of everyone telling me what to do. What’s best for me… like I don’t know….” he says, throwing Jake’s hand off of him with disgust.
“Maybe you should just go take a walk for a minute…” Josh suggests.
“Yeah, maybe I should Josh…” he says sarcastically.
Danny shoots a venomous look at Sam before walking over to the bartop, where you have to pretend to have not been listening.
He places his elbows on the bar top and runs his hands over his face.
“Do you want to come talk to me outside for a few minutes?” you ask nervously.
He looks up at you surprised. “I don't know, can you...” He turns and looks at Josh.
“Of course I can.” you reply.
You look around and see that it’s only the guys left at this hour, and so you come out from behind the bar and walk to the front door with Danny following behind. You open the door and usher him out, making eye contact with Josh. He nods his head and you smile back at him.
He understands.
As you step outside you see Danny sit down on the little bench around the corner. You walk over to meet him sitting beside him.
“I’m sorry. I don't even know why I did that. Everyone always thinks they know better than me. I am just...” he says defeatedly. “I just keep screwing everything up. I almost just hurt my best friend… and for what?”
“Oh, Danny…” you say, placing your hand on his back. “You didn’t screw everything up…everyone in there knows you, and knows that you were just worked up... And that you would never hurt Sam… It's been a tough few weeks for all of you.”
“It has, and I have been at the center of all of it. Literally every bad thing that has happened has involved me. I need to figure some shit out…” he says shaking his head.
“Sometimes you have to go through a few bad things to get to the good things.” you say.
“You know, I’m really sorry for how I treated you. I really am, but I am so happy that you and Josh are happy. He has not shut up about you all week. Jake and I thought we were going to have to kill him. It's exactly what you have always deserved.” he says.
Your eyes fill with tears, finally feeling the relief of all the tension you harbored towards the Danny and Josh situation. You wrap your arms around him hugging him. He pats his hand on your arm.
“Thanks...It’s been hard. I have felt guilty for how everything played out, and I never really talked to you about it. Things are just different with him, you know? It’s so… easy. It feels so much different, just really… right. I think I love him. I just… I know it’s soon…I haven’t told him. I just really want things to work out…I don’t know why I’m telling you this…. I’m sorry.” you stammer.
“I’m glad you are telling me, it means we are friends. I think we were always supposed to just be friends. I like talking to you, and I like that you feel comfortable confiding in me. I’d like to be that friend, if you want me to be. I know what happened with us was rough, but I think you did find your good in it. I hope that I can find mine.” He smiles.
You tear up and nod your head in acceptance.
“I know, I know, not used to me being the one with all the sappy stuff to say…” he jokes.
You release your arms from around him. “I think you should probably apologize to Sam…”
“Yeah, I probably should…” he says standing up.
You stand up next to him and he reaches towards you for a friendly hug. “Thank you…. For talking to me. It’s nice to have a friend that isn’t… them.” he laughs.
“You can talk to me anytime you need to, Danny. I mean that.” you say stepping back from his hug.
He nods and walks with you back inside the bar. As your eyes search for Josh you see him and he looks at you questioningly.
You smile and nod telling him that everything is good and he smiles back, warming your heart.
You head back behind the bar to start closing everything up for the night. Danny walks over to the table and you see him talking to Sam, clearly apologizing for over-reacting.
Jake walks up to the bar to close out the tab.
“I don't know what you said, but thank you.” he says, pulling out his card. “He is hard to calm down when he gets mad like that.”
“I didn't really say anything, I just let him talk. I think he just needed to talk to someone that wasn’t one of you.” you reply, handing him the receipt.
“Ahhh…..” he exhales. “Josh really picked a good one.” he smirks up at you, signing his receipt and sliding it to you, shoving his in the pocket of his pants.
“Thanks Jake.” You smile back.
You see Josh walking over to the two of you. “What are you two conspiring about?” he asks jokingly.
“I was just telling her thank you for her bomb diffusing efforts.” Jake jokes. “And that you picked a good one.” he smiles patting his shoulder.
“Brother, have you gone soft or is it the Whiskey?” he says playfully jabbing into his side.
“Whiskey.” they both say in unison, laughing.
It's at this moment that you knew you loved him. No question.
As Jake walks away, you see Josh step closer to the bar leaning over to you. “I told you…” he says.
“Told me what?” you reply.
“Everyone can see how I feel about you. Why, I feel that way.” he says, running his fingers over your knuckles. “You’re coming over tonight, right?”
“If you want me to…” you say.
“I never want you to leave.” he replies.
You feel your heart leap.
“Then, I will see you shortly…” you reply coyly.
He meets up with the rest of the guys at the door, waving as they all walk out the door.
As you finish closing up you let your mind wander and enjoying the happy feelings overtaking your body.
This is how it feels to be truly happy, and content.
Locking the door behind you, you make your way to your car but as you approach it you see a piece of paper tucked underneath your windshield wiper.
You grab what you now see is Jake’s copy of the receipt you just gave him, with a scribble of words written on the inside. You open it up and see that it’s not Jake’s handwriting, it’s Danny’s and inside the message reads,
He loves you too. He always has. Don’t wait. Tell him.
A tear springs from the corner of your eye and you feel a pang of longing creep across your chest.
Has he always loved me?
You fold the receipt and place it in your wallet for safe keeping.
As you make the drive to his house you are a bundle of nerves. You aren’t sure how you’re going to tell him, or when but the overwhelming urge to just blurt it out is taking over your brain.
You walk up to his door with your bag and you remember the night you came here just a few short weeks ago, crying and wondering if he would even open the door. You’re so glad he did. You can’t imagine what your life would be like right now if he hadn’t. Much like that night, you stand here waiting for him to open the door, nervous and hopeful.
As the door opens, warmth creeps over your body, releasing all the nerves you had to begin with. His smile has that effect on you. Everytime.
“Ahh my girl... I will never get tired of seeing your face at my door.” he says, pulling your hand to lead you inside.
He takes your bag from your hand and sets it by the door.
As you walk further into the house you stop and turn to face him.
“Josh do you think… tonight we could just…” you stop.
“What baby?” he asks.
“I just… want to be with you and sleep next to you. I missed you.” you say.
“Oh love…I fell asleep every night this week wishing I was holding you. Come on, let's go.” he says, locking the door and turning off the lights.
You step into his bedroom and you see that he already has your favorite shirt sitting on the bed for you. You pick it up and look at him and he smiles back in response.
Sliding your clothes off, you catch him as he watches you, blushing slightly that you caught him. “I can’t help it... You're the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Can’t keep my eyes off of you.” he says as he takes his own clothes off.
He turns off the lamp, and pulls the duvet back crawling into the bed. He pulls your side of the duvet back and opens his arms to you. You slide in, and cuddle in next to him, facing him. He pulls the duvet up around the two of you, before wrapping his arms around your torso, pulling you in closer to him. He inhales deeply against your head holding you tightly to his body.
You wrap your arm around him and run your fingertips over his bare back. His skin is so soft you find yourself lost in the sensation of it gliding so smoothly under your hand.
You know this is the perfect time. Both of you are completely at peace and just enjoying one another. No place you would rather be. Gathering up all your courage, you take a deep breath.
“Josh…” you say, almost a whisper into his neck.
“Mmmhm…” he hums against your head.
“I… I love you.” you finally manage.
He pulls away from you, pressing his hand to your face. His thumb glides across your cheek as a smile crosses his lips.
“My beautiful girl…I love you too. I always have.” he says, pressing his perfect soft lips to yours. A tear springing from you eye.
“Tell me again.” you whisper.
“I am so in love with you. I have always been in love with you. I wish there were more words for me to tell you exactly how much. For once in my life words are escaping me…” he laughs against your lips wiping your tears away.
You press your lips to his once more before settling back into his arms.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to show me.” you say kissing his chest.
“Everyday, for as long as you’ll have me…” he replies.
“Always.” you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed as you drift off to sleep, completely wrapped in love.
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I Promise
To be clear, I refuse to care about Blake. However, I am deeply fascinated by his relationship with his listener
This one is from Blake’s POV, by the way. And I made up a lot of stuff for the sake of it
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You sit beside me at the movie theater the way you always do. You smile and laugh at the jokes, glancing at me to make sure I’m sharing in your humor. My mom will come pick us up after the movie the way she always does when we’re out like this. Too young to drive ourselves.
I sit in the dark, smiling in all the right places back at you, but I can’t pay attention to the movie, this time. I already Saw the whole thing the second you decided we were going to come watch it together.
And I think about telling you.
Hell, I think about it all the time. Ever since that day a few years ago when my Core woke up and my entire life got flipped on its head.
I’d expected to be a Dreamwalker, like my mom. Although, being a Freelancer like Dad wouldn’t have been bad either. But, according to one of our teachers at school, a Freelancer-specialist coupling often resulted in the offspring taking the specialty, rather than a Freelancer’s unspecialized magic. For reasons no one particularly understood. Magic was genetic, but it also wasn’t. Not entirely, anyway. And despite hundreds of studies, no one had ever figured out the patterns.
That night, you’d gone home after doing your homework at my place like we did every couple days. I’d been alone in my bedroom, my parents out for the night. Mom to work with her Defensive Dream Design clients, Dad at the Healing hospital.
No one was there for me when my chest burned like fire and the entire timestream opened up before my eyes.
You got your powers a few months before I did—and I’d been jealous. I wanted mine to manifest so badly.
And then when they did, I’d wished they hadn’t. Because of what I was.
The first thing a Seer is supposed to See when their Sight manifests is their own death. But as the timestream hurdled past me toward my death, I saw yours. Way too young. I saw the both of us, older than we are now, in this movie theater. I saw you in my arms, unmoving. Dead. I saw myself sobbing, pleading, begging you to stay with me.
It passed like a flash of lightning on my way to Seeing my own death, but the image was burned into my mind. Like someone tattooed it on the back of my eyelids. Every time I closed my eyes I saw you, dead, in my arms.
I still do.
I can’t let it happen.
And, God, have I tried to stop it. Not even sixteen yet and I’ve already tried setting things in motion that would prevent you from dying.
It hasn’t worked yet. It’s just changed the background of the image and the details of the injuries on your body. But it will work. I refuse to accept otherwise. You’re my best friend, and I’m not letting that go. I’ve never had a friend as close as you are. I can’t lose you.
You grab my arm, jolting me out of my thoughts, as you laugh so hard you bend in half. I manage a chuckle, agreeing that the moment on screen was funny. Even with my mind spiraling far away.
I think about telling you, again.
Would it really be so bad if I told you I’m not actually a Dreamwalker? I’ve never had the courage to peek and See how you’d react to the news. But you’re my best friend—surely you’ll be willing to accept me as I am, right? Even if I have lied to you for a couple years? Hiding their specialty is just what Seers do. Maybe not all of us, but a good portion of us never reveal our true nature. Live and die hiding behind another specialty.
The night my powers manifested, I’d been terrified. And desperately wishing I was just a Dreamwalker. I felt my aura shift, but didn’t realize what it had done until Mom came home the next morning, delighted in announcing I’d inherited her magical specialty.
My parents still don’t know. And neither do you.
I’d rather you know than them, to be honest. I love my parents, but I trust you more than anyone else.
I think about telling you, right here. In the movie theater. In the middle of the comedy you’ve been so excited to see since we first saw the trailer. I think about leaning forward where you’re still bent a bit in your laughter, and just whispering, “I’m not a Dreamwalker. I’m a Seer. And I’ve been hiding because I’ve been scared. But I’m not scared of you.”
But I don’t.
I settle back against the back of my chair and stare blankly at the screen. At the movie I’ve already Seen. Funny enough, I guess. But definitely more aligned with your sense of humor than mine. Ours cross over a lot, but not everything you find funny amuses me, and vice versa.
It’s enough though. And I’ll never turn down the opportunity to spend time with you.
No matter how wracked with guilt I feel every second I lie to you about what I am.
I’m tempted, not for the first time, to See how you’d respond to the truth. A small peek into the future. I can’t imagine you wouldn’t accept me but at the same time I don’t want to destroy your trust.
A problem that I’m fully aware will only amplify the longer I keep the secret from you. But if you never find out... maybe there’s no reason to worry.
But still...
I shake my head to clear it. You glance over at me with a curious look on your face. I shake my head one more time. It’s nothing, the gesture says. Your eyes, so open and trusting, linger on mine for a few moments before drifting back to the movie in acceptance.
I pretend I don’t remember the look of the light in those eyes of yours fading out in dozens of visions. I pretend I don’t see another one of the same vision bubbling up after looking at you for long enough.
God—what am I gonna do? I have to save you. But I don’t know how.
I’ll figure it out. Some way. Somehow. You’re not dying in my arms if I can help it.
I promise.
I care about you too much to let that happen.
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My emotional state has been an absolute wreck since senior year of high school. That night when my parents weren’t home—again—and you and I...
Well. You call it a mistake. I call it a realization. That my feelings for you have possibly always been more than friendship. Or, at least, at some point they developed a depth I hadn’t known until that night senior year.
And I’d scared you. And you pulled away. And I wanted to be fine with that. But when you finally started to come back into my life, I was scared as my feelings for you hit me again.
And I pulled away.
I never told you that my pulling away was dual-intentioned.
See, I’d started to suspect that I couldn’t do more than change the circumstances of your death because I was still part of your life in those visions. I’m always the common factor.
So I withdrew from your life, trying to change your future. I thought maybe you’d be safe if I was no longer in your life. And you were angry with me when I retreated. You had every right to be and I still don’t blame you.
But if it meant saving your life, I had to try. I could leave, if it meant you’d live.
Months passed. You’d stopped trying to reach out. It broke my heart when you finally gave up on me. When I dared to try to text you and found you’d blocked my number.
Finally, I’d looked into your future again.
And nothing had changed. Just the background and the injuries. You were still dying in my arms. Even without being part of your life anymore.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. Being away from you. I had to come back.
You bless me by accepting me into your life again within a few days. You listen when I explain myself. Everything but that deepest nugget of truth about my magic that I still haven’t told you, more than ten years after the movie theater where I sat there and thought about it for two hours.
But your feelings... they’ve grown to match my own for you. When I kiss you, you let me. When I bend you back over your sofa, you lie down and pull me close.
When we wake up together in your bed, that wrecked emotional state of mine has settled a bit, but still roils.
The need to protect you from that early, untimely death has never been stronger.
Whatever I need to do, I will do it. To keep you safe.
I promise.
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Day 5 of Turning me into Me
Today was a strange one, but it was positive. Today gave me another chance to feel my own strength and stand my ground; I visited my parents.
Here's some Saphi lore to give context as to why this was an important conversation. I originally came out as trans in 2018. I was out to my dear girlfriend and a handful of others knew I had some gender fuckery going on. But I was uncertain, I had doubts, so all I could do one day was squeak out the words "I think I'm trans" to my mum. There was such a mounting pressure inside of me, and finally being able to tell them felt good, but things didn't pan out all that well. "So you're a crossdresser" my mum would bark while we were walking dogs together, "If you had come out as gay, I would've been more prepared" she added. Sure, let me just throw away my long term relationship for your comfort shall I? My dad couldn't hold conversation with me. There was a frost forming in the air between us, and then at my sister's engagement party a few days later, he couldn't even look me in the eye. Every time I reached out to him, he would dive away. I felt so alone and left early, lied to my sister that I wasn't well. Then I retreated into the closet, my transess felt surpressed. I went into such a dark period of questioning. But I came out the otherside as the lovely transwoman you have before you.
This time around, my parents and family are the last to find out. My friends all call me by my new name, I'm out to my colleagues at work, I'm my beautiful trans self everywhere, but to them. I couldn't help but think of the worst scenario when daydreaming about coming out to them. If my dad avoided me then, how would he react now when I tell him of how sure I am of my femininity? Would my mum be 'more prepared' now? In this time I've tried to lay down breadcrumbs, slowly invite them in and the responses were sometimes worrying. My sister and her husband talking about kids having their genitals cut off, my dad scrunching up his face at the word non-binary, my sister asking if I have any snowflake friends. The worst was my mum. She wasn't transphobic or bigoted, but she acted in a way that fucking hurt. She was telling me about her friend who's daughter came out as transwoman, and how every time she sees a photo of her friend and her new daughter she make sure she comments on how her daughter is so happy and confident. I wished I could've felt joy at that, that my mum was turning a page but all I could think was: "where were you when I came out".
My parents find it so hard to let me think for myself. I've not lived with them for a while now but they still feel that they can have this sway on my life. I've taken to straight up lying about seeing mental health professionals so that they'd understand how I work, as someone who is neurodivergent and has ADHD, because their own child's word about their own feelings is apparently not good enough. Every time they'd say "you know where we are if you want to talk" I TRIED. I TRIED AND YOU PUT ME AT ARMS LENGTH. Then I told them the plainest and most powerful truth, that I saw my doctor about getting a referral for the gender services. That was so HAPPY that something positive was finally happening, that I was going to be figuring myself out. But of course, we know the reality is that I already know who I am and have already figured it out. I've drip fed them what I've learned about myself, my body and gender dysmorphia from a young age, the realisation now that my mind and body didn't match. My mum is a fatphobic and she always thinks I'm going through this because I'm a big girl, but I shut her down every time.
So, with all of that in mind, I spoke to my parents. I told them that I've received confirmation that I'm on the gender services. I told them I'm joining support groups (lie) and that I'm meeting people who have similar experience as me (lie)... They were supportive... They actually hugged me and in their old way actually said that they'd support me, as long as I feel like I'm doing the right thing by me.
Oh I am mum and dad, and I have been for a long time.
Love, your daughter
#saphi's journey#coming out#transgender#transfem#mtf trans#trans#girlslikeus#mtf#transisbeautiful#transition timeline#transfemme#transfem lesbian#transbian
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Things you can do with Adrien/Kagami post-relationship
As a follow up on my things you can do with Adrien/Marinette post-relationship post, and to give fanfic writers free ideas, here are some things you can do with them post relationship.
One of the things I hated about Season 4 is that it only gave Lukanette and Adrigami a montage. I am not a shiper of either of them, but come on. Not showing them was a missed oppurtunity. So, it is the duty of fanfic authors to do so.
1. Adrien knows Kagami is Ryuko and Kagami does not know that. Have Adrien reveal that he knows about Ryuko, and examine the fallout. (My personal favorite reason for this is to give an excuse as to why he avoids Kagami during an akuma fight, so Ladybug will give her a chance to fight, but there are so many possibilities.)
2. Adrien has issues with consent and boundaries, and Kagami is very assertive. Adrien seems to prefer slow and steady with an emphasis on romance and sentimentatlity, while Kagami likes to be passionate and hates hesitation. These drastic differences in preferred relationship speeds could provide a lot of drama about dates, how they express their affection towards each other, and add tension to their relationship. Especially since unlike Marinette, Adrien can’t fool Kagami. She knows when he’s upset, and she’d probably interpret his reluctance at moving at Kagami’s speed with a disinterest in her. So she’d likely confront him, and Adrien would either have to confront his fear of voicing his objections or losing Kagami.
3. Adrien gets depression in Season 4 because he feels as though he’s not needed. Kagami comes from Japan, a culture that heavily stigmatizes mental illness- and I doubt her mom is willing to teach her daughter to overcome those biases, with the type of woman she is. How will Kagami take his depression? How will she react?
She seems like a fixer. What would her attempts be? Kagami herself struggles with several of the same things that Adrien does: loneliness, a need to fulfill extremely high expectations, similiar parents. Would that help her empathize or would that drive her to struggle more with Adrien’s condition as she doesn’t feel depression? Would Adrien’s depression pull her down as well? After all, like Adrien, Kagami has very few protective factors. Her family isn’t very supportive; she has few friends, and she’s only been in Paris for a little while, so she may be feeling extra isolated and without roots.
4. Kagami isn’t free from depression. As I mentioned before, like Adrien, her protection factors for it are low and limited. If Kagami starts suffering from depression, how will Adrien react? He’s very empathetic so he’d probably understand immediately, but that stuff can be hard to deal with? Would he be patient and stay by her side, helping her get out of it step by step? Or would he try, and upon a series of failures, feel useless and hopeless? Would he like being the strong one in the relationship? And if he is, would he go the route he has with Ladybug and never reveal his insecurities and weak points?
5. Fluffy stuff. Adrien and Kagami bonding over romantic manga and fencing. They seem to enjoy that stuff (Chat Noir is a romantic, and his first choice of a movie to watch with Ladybug is a rom-com. While Kagami doesn’t typically partake in a lot of romance, she did read a romantic manga, even if unknowingly.) It’s a good way to bond.
6. Adrien loves Kagami’s art (or at the very least he’s rightfully impressed), so he could model. While this is covered in Lies, you could show it in more progressive steps, as Kagami and Adrien discuss how they see Adrien as he poses, with Adrien trying so hard to please her, and Kagami getting more and more frustrated with not seeing the real Adrien. What will happen after several attempts? Will Adrien finally confess his identity crisis? And if he does, how will Kagami react? Will she act like she knows who he is, or will she help him figure out for himself?
7. Adrien and Kagami are both skilled fencers who must compete sometimes. How will these competitions affect their relationships? After all, Kagami will likely accept nothing less than Adrien’s best, but Chat Noir struggles with fighting Ladybug (Gamer 2.0). Will he struggle fighting with Kagami or will he fight harder, as that’s a way for them to bond?
8. Kagami likes to encourage Adrien’s more impulsive, selfish side. How will that change Adrien? How will Kagami react upon seeing his darker traits like his jealousy and pettiness? Will she be pleased or realize that the Adrien isn’t who she thought he was?
9. It’s strongly implied that Gabriel and Tomoe want Adrien and Kagami to be together. What if their relationship is akin to an arranged marriage? What happens if the two find out? Will it hurt the relationship? Will they both have the same struggles with that information or will one of them take it harder than the other? And if they don’t care, will people around them care if they find out?
10. Relating to the arranged marriage idea above, if both Kagami and Adrien are senti-monsters, will that lead to them questioning whether or not their love is real? Will that matter to them? Will they break up over it, or decide regardless of if it’s their choice, they still love each other, and they want to stay together? How will anyone else around them react?
11. Both Kagami and Adrien are weathy, upperclass kids who aer taught really bad habits by their parent. What will they struggle with? Are they the same things? If they become independent, are there any skills their parent didn’t teach them that they struggle with?
12. If Tomoe lost her sight to a genetic issue and Kagami is human, how will she and Adrien handle her upcoming blindness? It isn’t Adrien’s first go round with a disability, what with his mom and all, but I doubt he’ll be keenly aware of every accommodation and mess up somewhere. Will Kagami appreciate his relaxed demeanor about it, and if she does, will that make her more easily overlook his mistake or cause her feelings of betrayal to sting worse?
13. If both Kagami and Adrien are senti-monsters, what about children? If two sentimonsters make a baby, will it too be a senti-monster? If it is, what about it’s amok? Or will it be human? Will they be able to concieve at all? What will Adrien and Kagami’s concerns about the baby be? What do they think will happen about pregnancy? If they think they can’t concieve, will they use protection? If they think the baby will be a senti-monster, will they avoid it? Will they adopt to raise a baby?
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The Case of the Secret Starcourt Base… (Part 1)
Summary: The very first jump into official canon! Bea gets roped into a new adventure, Eddie and Wayne get worried, and we begin to discover the Secret Starcourt Base…Part 1 of 2!
Part 3 of The Case Of…series.
One Shot Warnings: Mentions of drugs, Mentions of Alcohol, Original Character is stated to be female.
”You want me to crawl through there?”
Bea wasn’t entirely sure how she had gotten into this situation, standing below a ventilation shaft in the back of Scoop’s Ahoy. One moment she had made a last minute decision to get some ice cream before meeting up with Eddie later that afternoon, the next Steve Harrington was dragging her into the back room with his co-worker, Dustin Henderson and Erica Sinclair.
“Can I ask why?” Bea asked, “Did you lose something or…”
The four other people turned to one another in a huddle, whispering amongst each other.
Bea crossed her arms, she hated feeling like the odd man out. And it’s not like she asked to be dragged back here.
After a few moments, the group separated once more.
”We picked up on a secret Russian Communication, and we have reason to believe that they have a base somewheres in Starcourt.” Dustin said, “I’m telling you this because I believe we can trust you.”
Bea blinked- once, twice.
She wasn’t quite sure how else to react to a statement like that, but she knew Dustin from school and he didn’t seem the type to joke about something like this, especially when he looked so serious.
“Erica can fit through the vents, but she wants someone to go along with her- I remember you from school, your one of the good ones.” Dustin explained.
One of the good ones- a loose term for staying out of peoples business and not being a bully. Bea preferred to stay quiet, too much attention and you’d attract bullies like flies. Dustin and his group of friends were some of the good ones too…Before, she didn’t have anyone to help her face bullies, but with Eddie she found herself opening up more than she ever had- look where that got her now.
“It’s a contingency plan.” The younger girl interrupted. “If something happens to me, you can still crawl back through the vents for help.”
“Which won’t happen because we’ll be talking to you guys through the radio the entire time. All you have to do is crawl through the vents and open the transportation door.” Robin huffed.
“Sorry- but I’m still trying to get over the whole Russian base thing, can I have a minute?” Bea gaped, taking a seat at one of the tables.
“I know it seems scary-“
”Seems!?” Bea gasped. “Sorry, sorry…its just.”
“A lot?” Dustin finished. “That’s why we have to do something, if we don’t, they could hurt a lot of people, people that we care about.”
Bea’s mind flickered, thinking of Eddie and Wayne back home at the trailer park…not just her house, but a physical place that she felt at home at. Walking through the door and Wayne greeting her if he wasn’t at work, or Eddie driving around playing his obnoxiously loud music.
She understood for once, what it felt like to want to protect someone other than herself.
A year or two back, Bea wouldn’t have thought twice about it. She would have walked out the door to Scoops and probably wouldn’t have came back, back then she would have thought them to be crazy.
But then Will Byers disappeared for a week, they had a funeral for him, and then he comes back from the dead with little explanation. Barbara Hollands gets caught up in some sort of Laboratory leak, and Bea’s own father, a doctor who worked at a supposed Energy Lap quits his job abruptly and started drinking away any memory of the place.
There was something strange happening in Hawkins, and Bea finally had a chance to figure out what may be the cause of it.
Sure her palms were sweaty and her heart was racing…but…
“Ok. Ok I’ll do it- but I need to make a quick phone call!”
…
Eddie Munson’s day had been going perfectly fine. He finished a few deals he’d put off while driving Bea back and forth to the library, not wanting the kid to be around while he did the drug deals, and he had plans to meet up with Bea later for movie night. Wayne even had the night off and after much pleading from both Bea and himself, they’d managed to convince Wayne to watch a movie with them.
Bea had peddled off that morning, on the hunt for yet another ice cream cone from Scoops Ahoy and he’d thought about driving over to the mall to pick her up once he finished at the school, but he figured she’d probably already be back at the Trailer Park.
Instead, he walked into his Uncle’s trailer to find Wayne hanging up the phone.
“We’re going to have to postpone movie night tonight.” Wayne announced. “Bea called, apparently she’s been invited to a sleepover with some girls from school, last minute thing but she said it was important. Told me to tell you that she should be free tomorrow night.”
Eddie felt his heart drop for a moment, before confusion clouded his mind.
“Is that all she said?” Eddie asked. “Didn’t say who it was with?”
Bea had told him multiple times that she didn’t get along with many people in her grade, so it seemed out of character for her to randomly drop movie night to go join a gaggle of them. She wasn’t like the other girls, she didn’t like her nails painted or swapping weird romance stories or whatever else girls do at silly little sleepovers.
Bea liked music, books, and she had a newfound love for D&D, she’d even gotten a Hellfire T-shirt just a couple of days ago. Eddie hadn’t ever seen the girl smile so wide when she threw it on over her t-shirt. She was officially part of his crew now.
Maybe he was just jealous, jealous that she’d ditched him so quickly for something more ‘normal’ in the eyes of Hawkins.
But Eddie knew better then that, and he’d gotten to know Bea quickly over the past couple weeks of summer vacation…there was a underlying feeling, a bad feeling that was creeping up.
Something was wrong.
…
Time passed quickly, and night fell over Starcourt in a blink of an eye. Erica stood beside Bea, kitted out in elbow pads, a backpack and a bike helmet fitted with two flashlights.
Bea was pretty sure her single flashlight and one of Robin's sweaters to keep from getting ventilation shaft gunk on her new Hellfire shirt would suffice her just fine, but if all of that made Erica feel safer than who was she to say anything?
With word from Robin and the others topside, the operation was a go. Erica climbed up the ladder first and crawled into the shaft and after a few moments she called back to Bea to tell her to follow.
For once her shorter size paid an advantage, and without the clunky elbow guards she was able pull herself through the shaft with ease. Erica’s flashlights led the way as they followed the route that they had spent the afternoon memorizing.
“We’re here-“ Erica called back, “The storage rooms empty, no guards in sight.”
Bea heard the faint buzz of the radio and Robins voice confirming and they enacted part two of the plan. Erica kicked out the panel and threw her backpack down and Bea shuffled forwards to follow.
The storage room didn’t look like a secret Russian base, if anything it just looked like any other storage unit, full of boxes belonging to that Chinese place in the mall. Maybe they were full of fortune cookies or something.
Bea pulled herself a little closer to the edge, maneuvering her feet around and sliding out into the room. Erica was already one step ahead opening the control panel to unlock the doors.
Glancing around the room, nothing seemed out of place, she didnt see any sort of security camera’s or big signs alerting anyone to a secret Russian base.
She probably should have been concerned about that-
…
Eddie paced around the trailer- there was something off about this entire thing and the more time that went by, the worst he felt about it. Wayne had laughed it off, making a joke that Eddie was acting like a mother hen-
He’d gone over to Bea’s, just to see if she’d come home…but her bike was still missing and the lights were off. Her father most likely at the bar yet again, and wouldn’t be back until the early morning if he wasn’t back by now.
He’d tried to think of some of the kids in her year, but names eluded him and he didn’t want to seem crazy calling a bunch of her classmates looking for her. Even worse would be talking to any of the kid’s parents and trying to explain that he wasn’t family, but she was basically his little sister and she was missing.
Finally in desperation he’d gone out to the van and drove into town, Bea’s newly renovated bike wasn’t hard to miss now that it was ‘sunset orange’ as she still loved to call it. Eddie was fairly sure she was the only kid in town with the colorful bike…and he was pretty sure no one else would be caught dead with a bike that color anyways.
The bike made her happy though- so Eddie kept those thoughts to himself.
Unsuccessful, Eddie turned back around to head home, it was starting to get really late. However, one final idea crossed his mind and he turned down the next road heading towards Starcourt Mall.
The Mall lights were still on, they’d never shut off once since they’d turned on except for that power outage the day before. But he could see through the windows that the shops were closed up for the night, all of the employees already headed home for the night.
Pulling up to the curb, Eddie hopped out of the drivers seat leaving his van on.
Very few bikes were left at the bike racks, but there was one down by the end was the one he was searching for. Sunset orange dulled by the neon lighting of Starcourt, but recognizable to Eddie from seeing it so much.
Eddie pulled the bike free noticing that there was no bike lock to be found-
That was the first warning sign.
Ever since renovating the bike with Wayne, Bea had resorted to chaining it to the bike racks, not wanting it to be stolen by anyone after the time and effort they’d put into it. Usually she only left it unchained if she was planning to be in and out somewheres.
The second warning sign was that Bea was nowhere in sight.
If she’d truly left with a classmate for a sleepover she would have figured out some way to bring the bike, either biking to whoever’s house or having someone pick it up and take it with them. She would have needed it to get back home in the morning as well. But here it was, unchained and alone.
Throwing the bike in the back of the van, Eddie ran back to the driver's seat and floored the gas peddle, tires squealing as he sped off.
This time he took the road towards the Hideaway.
…
“What is that!?” Bea stood on her tiptoes trying to peer around the group huddled around the boxes.
Getting fed up enough she shoved her way in between Dustin and Robin looking inside the box before them.
Steve was the bravest of them reaching inside to grab one of the handle’s of the weird storage container. Robin and Erica backed away with his orders, but Dustin stood his ground as did Bea.
“Back off kid- we don’t know what this is.” Steve told her sharply.
Bea however, having spent the past weeks with Eddie Munson had developed a tolerance to orders- and she didn’t take kindly to them anymore.
“And? If that is something highly dangerous, standing a few feet behind you isn’t going to save our lives.” Bea fixed her words with a classic stare that she used against Eddie.
Steves eyebrows furrowed for a moment before shrugging. Twisting the handle, there was a click, a hiss and he was able to pull a capsule up out of the box. Inside, swirling green liquid gleamed by the overhead lighting, a weird glow cast a green haze over Steve and Dustin’s faces, and Bea assumed her own face was hued with the odd color.
“That’s definitely radioactive gook-“ Bea announced. “Nothing that color is anything that’s safe.”
Everyone glanced between her and the capsule before the floor shook beneath their feet.
Bea’s heart dropped into her stomach and suddenly- she didn’t feel very good, like she’d ridden to many roller coasters.
“You know what- I’m going to wait outside.” She announced quickly, rounding the table and over to the control panel.
“Bea’s right, lets just grab that and go.” Robin followed.
Eyeing the panel before her, Bea pressed the ‘Open Door’ button once.
Waiting a few seconds she tapped her foot before pressing it twice.
“Are these button backwards?” Bea asked her voice raising, her heart skipped a beat and she gave a nervous giggle. “Like is it Opposite Day or something?”
Dustin pushed her out of the way and jammed the button a few more times.
“Just press the damn button nerds-“ Erica scoffed, “Just press ‘Open Doors!?”
“We’re pressing it!” Bea screamed.
Her heart was pounding in her chest and she willed herself to hold the ice cream bowl Robin had made for her, down in her stomach. However, as the seconds passed…that was getting to be more and more difficult.
Steve entered the fray, pushing Dustin over, Dustin pushing Bea over and the three of them began to bicker about the door, Steve slamming his hands all around onto the different buttons.
From the ceiling there came a click and walls descended down over the door’s.
Stepping away, Bea found a spot against the wall as her breathing hitched.
We’re the walls caving in too or was that just her?
For a moment there was only silence except for the ragged breaths erupting out of her chest.
The lights flickered once-twice-thrice-
And it felt like the floor dropped beneath her feet.
Like a rock, Bea sunk to the floor, hands rising to cover her ears as the storage unit- or…elevator? Began its descent to wherever the hell it was going. Unlike Eddie’s shitty driving, or the roller coasters that Bea used to ride on at the fair when she was a kid, this was a speed unlike anything she ever felt making her dizzy and nauseous atop her hysteria.
The others screamed around her, none of them knowing what was happening or where they were going-
As soon as they started going down- the elevator came to an abrupt halt. The boxes around them falling off shelves and the table, Bea’s head snapped back to the wall and she whimpered at the pain. However, the pain was enough to break through her haze and she sucked in air greedily.
“Everyone ok?” Robin groaned, rubbing the back of her own head.
“Everything’s just great!” Steve exclaimed. “Even better now that we know that Russian’s can’t design elevators!”
“Just so you nerds are aware- I’m supposed to be spending the nights at Tina’s, and Tina always covers for me. But if I’m not home for Uncle Jack’s party tomorrow, and my mom finds out you guys are responsible- she’s going to hunt you down one by one and slit. Your. Throats.” Erica snapped.
Bea thought about Eddie and Wayne, Wayne no doubt had accepted her lousy excuse that she was having a sleepover with a classmate- but Eddie? She was pretty sure Eddie wouldn’t fall for it, and could picture him arguing with Wayne over it- but the fact of the matter was she hadn’t told anyone truthfully where she was going. If she went missing, there would be no place to look for her…would Eddie or Wayne look for her anyways?
She wondered silently to herself if she’d ever see them again-
…
By mid afternoon even Wayne was beginning to be unsettled by the silence from Bea. His days off had been filled with the younger girls questions and laughter since Eddie had befriended her. She’d been a good thing. Eddie had been more responsible in these past few weeks then he’d ever been, acting as the younger girls pseudo-big brother. Hell, Eddie and him hadn’t even been this close in years.
By evening he began to question the truth to her story- she’d never mentioned any other friends her age before and stuck to Eddie like glue. The only other friends she’d talked about were friends she’d met through Eddie and his club.
When Eddie had arrived home with Bea’s bike in the back of his van, and reporting a trip to the Hideaway and finding Bea’s father drunker than a skunk along with his friends, Eddie was panicking. Wayne assured him that Bea was fine, she’d sounded fine on the phone, she was probably just trying to fit in…but even Wayne began to doubt his reassurances.
When no phone call came in requesting a ride home in the morning, Eddie headed back out, this time to the Hawkins Library, Bea had an early morning shift and at the very least he could swing in and make sure she was fine.
If he was worried before, Eddie’s anxiety skyrocketed when the librarian reported that Bea hadn’t shown up for her shift that morning, lamenting about how she’d had to report her a no-call, no-show for the first time.
Eddie didn’t stick around to talk and using the pay phone outside he called his Uncle to report his findings, together they decided the next best step was to head on down to the Hawkins Police Station together, something was clearly wrong .
Eddie just hoped this wasn’t anything like the Byer’s incident.
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Hey! I just reread Glass Love Eclipse for the hundreth time and i have two questions that have been nagging at me for forever.
1. In the end scene, where Drew finds his star in Jake’s jacket, Jake claims he just found them in the halls and thought of them as pretty. Is he telling the truth or did he figure out it’s Drew’s and kept it as some sort of lucky charm or something?
2. Does Drew ever tell his friends he suffered from star tear disease? Or when they inevitably find out he turned colorblind he just makes up some excuse? And how do they react?
Sorry if im bothering you with this, i know it should be mostly to the readers interpretation, but i would really like to know the idk “canon” from the author. You dont have to answer if you dont want to! <3
Hi there! Don't worry, this didn't bother me at all - on the contrary, I'm very happy to see someone take an interest in my fanfiction!!
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I did indeed leave it vague on purpose because in the case that I decided to never make a sequel to Glass Love Eclipse, I wanted the reader to be able to have the freedom to imagine their own preferred ending. But since you are asking directly - let me explain what's up with the stars from Jake's perspective (canonically).
The most important hint I left was that the color of the star in Jake's pocket is yellow. Yellow stars were the first stars that Drew spread around the school. And Jake happened to be the first person who noticed them: in that scene where Drew turns and rushes away to the bathroom when he sees Jake and Hailey - Jake noticed him walking away and automatically left to follow him. Then he thought better of himself and stopped. Before returning to Hailey, he noticed the yellow stars in the hallway. He did kind of associate the stars with Drew only because "it looked like they were left there on his wake" and they looked pretty so he decided to collect them. (Jake has since taken other colors too and he doesn't quite know why he is drawn to them.). But no, he has no idea what star tear disease is.
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Drew wouldn't ever willingly tell anyone about the star tear disease. It's partly self-prevention - he thinks his feelings would be rejected which could cause him to go blind, and he is trying his best to avoid that. It's also because "eww, my embarrassing feelings would be exposed if I told anyone"
However, his condition is hard to hide and at some point eventually, someone would notice it. Drew would try his best to make excuses or just plainly be mean toward anyone who tried to make sure he was okay. Star tear disease is not hard to find if you know what to Google, and if someone saw Drew crying out the stars, he would be pretty much exposed. If someone took only a note of Drew's colorblindness, he could tell pretty convincing lies about it.
"How would they react" is a hard question to answer since it depends so much on who is the one reacting. Every character would have a different reaction. But I can say for sure that Jake would take it the hardest. He would be torn up about it, "Drew is colorblind and losing his vision because of me!!??" (And even if he didn’t know it was bc of him, he would be still the most worried one.)
Thank you for the question! The answer got a bit long haha since I really liked answering it :)
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