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darks-ink · 3 years

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Prompt: How does being constantly exposed to high amounts of ectoplasm affect the citizens of Amity Park? Prompt by: @robotbeowulf Word count: 2,487

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Danny shrugged, shifting his backpack to lie a little more comfortably on his shoulders, and pretended very hard to be a regular student. It wasn’t easy, but it hadn’t been easy for the last two years. The constant secret-keeping from everyone was wearing on him.

Not to mention the constant ghost attacks, of course. He was pretty sure all of Amity Park was covered in a thick film of ectoplasm by now, considering how much of it he and the other ghosts spilled and fired during the almost-constant battles. Sure, his parents said that the stuff evaporated and then returned to the Ghost Zone, but his parents also said that humans couldn’t have ghost powers, and Danny was the (mostly) living proof that that wasn’t true, either.

He was jerked from his thoughts—literally—by a fist, grabbing him by the shirt and slamming him against the lockers he had been walking by.

“Hi, Dash,” Danny muttered, trying to hide away his weariness with apathy. “Good morning to you too.”

“Fentonia,” Dash growled back, leaning in close to Danny’s face. A little too close, thank you, ever heard of personal space? “Finally.”

Danny bit back the automatic reply—aw, were you waiting for me?—and settled for grimacing at Dash.

Not that that went over well, of course, because Dash’s other hand found its way to Danny’s shirt as well. With Danny well in his grasp, Dash lifted him, slamming him against the lockers again, this time with his feet off of the ground—no easy way of getting out. Not without using his powers, at least.

“What’s wrong, Fenturd?” Dash asked, pressing Danny against the lockers even harder. “Ghost got your tongue?”

Ha ha, how creative. How funny. Danny was sure he’d come up with funnier jokes in his sleep. “Fuck off,” he grunted at Dash as his back was slammed against the hard metal behind him again.

“Ooh, he’s got bite today.” Dash leaned back a bit, a vicious grin on his face, then crowded Danny against the lockers again. “Oh, no, never mind. Looks like he’s all bark.”

Danny snarled back at Dash before he’d really thought about it—before he could stop himself, really. It wasn’t even words, really, just an animalistic snarl and the pulse of his core that meant his eyes were glowing.

Oh, fuck. And Dash was way too close to miss that.

“Hey, there you go!” Dash… cheered? The fists clenched in Danny’s shirt released, and his feet thumped down on the ground before he’d really caught on to what was happening. Dash was already turning away from him, nudging Kwan. “See, I told you Fenton could do it too!”

That… was not the reaction he’d expected to get to ghostly glowing eyes. What the fuck?

Kwan laughed audibly, and Danny wrenched his eyes away from Dash and towards the other boy. The… the laughing, visibly cheery boy.

Seriously. What was going on?

“So, uh… No bullying anymore today?” Danny asked, and then felt like he could kick himself. Absolute moron. Who asks that sort of thing?

Dash snorted, apparently amused (amused???) by Danny’s idiotic question, and waved a dismissive hand. “What’s the point? I got what I was after.”

Okay? Good? That explained absolutely nothing. If anything, Danny felt even more confused. Had Dash seriously been bullying him trying to get him to glow eyes his? To snarl at him?

What???

Apparently he vocalized that last thought, because Kwan’s eyes turned back to him, a hesitant grin on his face.

And then Kwan’s eyes flashed a bright, glowing, cyan.

Danny, still leaning against the lockers he’d been pressed to, froze up automatically. He knew what that meant. Had spent enough time combing through his parents’ research—and with his own experience—to know that briefly glowing eyes couldn’t be caused by ordinary ghostly causes. An overshadowing ghost altered the eye-color of their host, but that was constant.

And, if there had been a ghost, Danny would’ve felt them. He’d grown more than strong enough to sense ghosts even if they were hidden in a host.

“He’s had them for a while.” Dash spoke casually, like this wasn’t a big fucking deal. “We couldn’t find anybody else with that brand of ecto-contamination, y’know, so Kwan was feeling super down about that.”

“Dash,” Kwan groaned, sounding put-upon. As carefully as Danny listened, the only thing he could hear was the undercurrent of care Kwan held for Dash. For his friend.

“Shut up, man.” Dash nudged his friend, then picked up his explanation that didn’t explain anything. “See, but I knew I had seen you do them too. The glowy eyes, I mean.” Dash underlined the latter with a vague gesture at his own eyes. “So I just had to push you into doing them while Kwan could see, to prove that he wasn’t the only one.”

“Uh.” Danny blinked at them, feeling like he missed everything Dash had said after the words “ecto-contamination”. What?

No, seriously, he knew he’d uttered that word a lot these past five minutes—even if only in his head—but what?

“You had to get him angry, though,” Kwan muttered, bumping shoulders with Dash. “You know that’s not the only way to make them glow.”

“Yeah, but it was the easiest to push him into,” Dash easily admitted.

And then, while Danny was still reeling, feeling like he’d missed at least seven steps in this conversation, Kwan stepped in closer and shot him a bright smile. “Thanks, Fenton. I feel a ton better.”

“Uh, yeah.” Danny blinked, watching the two of them wander off like nothing happened. “You’re welcome?”

“Man, what was all of that?” he muttered to himself, staring at the empty hallway for a moment before pushing himself away from the lockers. He desperately needed to talk to Sam and Tucker, see if they had any idea what all of that was about.

Somewhere, he kind of wished that Jazz was still in Amity. She would definitely know what the hell all of that was all about.

Seriously. Dash had just casually muttered the words ecto-contamination, and then suggested that it was common enough for there to be accepted variants of it.

How had Danny missed all of that?

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“There’s Val,” Sam whispered, leaning in closer. Danny followed her gaze and, indeed, there was the girl they’d been looking for all morning.

Well, it figured that they wouldn’t manage to pin her down until lunch, but it was frustrating nonetheless. Sam and Tucker hadn’t known what the stuff with Dash and Kwan had been about, either, so they had decided to ask the only person they could reasonably ask: Valerie Gray.

But that, in turn, meant that they had to just sit on the knowledge until lunch.

At least she had picked a distant enough seat that they could talk in private. Small blessings.

“Let’s hope she actually knows what’s going on,” Tucker muttered, before nudging Danny forward. “You go first, dude.”

So quick to sacrifice him to the ghost huntress. Danny shook his head but walked over, slipping into the seat opposite of Valerie. “Hey, Val.”

“Danny,” she greeted him back, raising an eyebrow at Sam and Tucker, who sat down on either side of him. “Well, this feels like an interrogation all of a sudden.”

He shot Sam a meaningful glance, but she just grinned back, pushing herself to sit more squarely on the seat. Rude.

“Danny had a weird interaction with Dash and Kwan this morning,” Tucker started explaining, breaking the tension before it could really go anywhere. “We were hoping you could offer… I dunno, some clarification, since you know them better than we do.”

She snorted, leaning back slightly. “They’re Dash and Kwan. Every interaction with them is weird.”

“Well, yeah, but they were…” Danny paused, briefly hesitant to mention it—what would Valerie think of ghost-powered humans?—before powering through. “They were talking about ecto-contamination, and known variants of it.”

The look they got in response was flat. Flat, and clearly confused.

After a long and exceedingly awkward moment of silence, Valerie cleared her throat and asked, clearly hesitant, “None of you noticed?”

“Noticed what?” Tucker frowned, glancing between the three of them and Valerie.

“That pretty much everyone in Amity Park has ghost-like traits?” She raised a questioning eyebrow at them. “Everyone, but especially the kids here at Casper High, has ecto-contamination so bad that we’re all, well. Becoming a little ghost-like.” She paused, shook her head, then asked. “None of you seriously noticed?”

Danny drew back, considering his words, but before he could really think about it, Sam had already flapped a dismissive hand. “The three of us spend so much time in and around Fentonworks that we’re already contaminated to hell and back,” she dryly explained. “And honestly, Valerie, how much time do we really spend with anyone outside our direct circle?”

“Fair enough,” Valerie allowed with a shrug. “Right, so, it mostly seems to be caused by the Portal and the constant ghost attacks. I mean, obviously, right?”

“Right,” Danny agreed, ignoring the way his stomach was turning. He’d tried so hard to keep everyone safe, but had the presence of ghosts been endangering them all along? Had the spilled ectoplasm really affected people, and so badly too?

“Now, what we started noticing pretty early on is that people generally only display a single ghost power, once they become contaminated enough to actually have a discernible ghost power. Some people consider them distinct variants: people with invisibility, with intangibility, flight, etcetera.”

Sam and Tucker both hummed, thoughtfully. Valerie raised her other eyebrow at that, then shook her head and continued on.

“Generally people don’t get contaminated enough to display more than those basic powers, but exceptions exist, I guess. And your contamination is probably way worse than anyone else’s, except maybe actual ghost hunters like the Fentons.” She made a face. “And that’s assuming their jumpsuits don’t protect them, which I doubt.”

“I’m pretty sure they do,” Danny mumbled, trying to inconspicuously watch both of his best friends from the corner of his eyes. The more Valerie explained about the ecto-contamination that apparently haunted all of Amity Park, the more their expressions twisted into something they usually called “suddenly understanding weird shit that had been happening”.

It was, unfortunately, a somewhat common expression these days. What with ghosts becoming a common thing, and all that.

“I… Some of the plants in my greenhouse grow unusually well whenever I’m near. Some even seem to react to my presence…” Sam admitted, her voice quiet, uncharacteristically reluctant. After a moment of hesitation, she tacked on, “And sometimes, when I really really don’t want to deal with my parents, they just… overlook me, like I’m not there at all.”

Like she was invisible, they all heard, despite the fact that Sam didn’t say the words.

Seemingly encouraged by Sam’s admission, Tucker added on, “I rarely, if ever, charge my tech. Their batteries just don’t seem to empty as long as I have them on me. And sometimes when I’m digging into code, it feels like… like I can alter it directly, like I’m tapping into some inner world that doesn’t—shouldn’t—exist.” Just like Sam, Tucker also paused for a moment. “When I’m running from a ghost or whatever, sometimes I run into an alley that I know has a dead end and never hit the wall.”

Like he was just phasing through it, going intangible before he hit it.

Danny swallowed through the clog he suddenly found in his throat, watching Valerie turn a meaningful look to him. She wanted him to tell her about his— his ghost powers. But he couldn’t just pretend all of his powers came from the contamination of living at Fentonworks, could he?

And he definitely couldn’t pick certain powers as acceptable and others as not.

“I… I guess weird shit has happened to me too, yeah,” he finally admitted, cautiously, hoping she guessed the source of his reluctance wrong. “But I never really thought about it, to be honest. Anything I could blame the ecto-contamination for could just as easily be caused by actual ghosts.” And in a way it was, of course. Anything caused by his ecto-contamination was caused by an actual ghost: Phantom.

“But,” he tacked on, knowing Valerie wouldn’t just let that lie. She was far too stubborn not to investigate. “Dash and Kwan apparently saw me with glowing eyes?”

Valerie hummed, then nodded. “That makes sense, I guess. I know Kwan has the glowing eyes variant as well, so that would explain why they’ve been targeting you.”

“It’s been around that long?” Sam asked, leaning forward, clearly curious despite herself. “I figured it would’ve taken longer than that to show up.”

“Oh, no, that was long after I got kicked out of the group,” Valerie said dismissively. “But Kwan saw me with a ghost scanner one day, and he begged me to scan him. I guess he was seriously worried that he had been overshadowed, even if overshadowing doesn’t work like that.”

“I don’t think he got rid of that fear, to be honest.” Danny shrugged, uneasy. “At least, he seemed pretty cheered-up when I, uh, glowed my eyes at him and Dash.”

Tucker snorted, and Danny could see Sam crack a grin as well, probably at his word choice. Well, fuck them. What did you call it, if not “glowing your eyes at them”?

“Anyway, I can’t help but notice that we all told you, but you haven’t said a word about what you can do,” Sam prodded, nudging Valerie. “Come on, Val.”

“Yeah, that does seem a little unfair.” Tucker leaned forward as well, an expression of genuine curiosity on his face.

And, honestly? Danny kind of wanted to know as well. Her ghost hunting suit probably hadn’t protected her, and her new suit definitely didn’t. If anything, the Technus-made suit probably had just worsened it.

“I…” Valerie visibly hesitated, then gave in. “I can fly, a little. It’s not really all that great, but at least I won’t break anything if I ever fall out of a tree or something.”

She said it with a light tone, like it was just a casual joke. All Danny could think of, however, was all the times he’d seen Valerie fall off of her hoverboard, especially at the start.

He carefully does not wince.

“That’s pretty neat,” he forced himself to say instead. “Less lame than glowing eyes, at least.”

Valerie grinned back at him, but before she could say anything the bell rung.

“Guess we’d better head to class,” Sam said with a grunt, pushing herself off of the bench.

“Yeah.” Tucker got up as well, then nodded at Valerie. “Thanks for the explanation, Valerie.”

Danny followed suit, shooting her a smile. “Same. Thanks, Val.”

She had given him a lot to think about.

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FEATURE: 4 Reasons You Really Need To Give SPY x FAMILY A Try

The wait is over — Tatsuya Endo's manga adaptation SPY x FAMILY premiered last month! One of the most hyped anime series has finally aired and thankfully the first few episodes live up to the expectations. If you're among the few people that still haven't gotten to it yet, here are four reasons you should drop everything and give SPY x FAMILY a chance!

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By: Nada Ali

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tooruluv · 4 years

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Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 5 )

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 1,916

warnings/notes: what if i just said “fuck the schedule”? anyway this one is a bit shorter so i’ve decided to post it early! some warnings: underage drinking (per usual), angst (per usual), and strong language (are we surprised?). enjoy, my loves.

tag list: @afuckingunicornn @maii-flowers @clandestinerays @brownandchill @readeretal @wedojustbevibin @shigarakiskitten @shittykawaa

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For the first time ever, you didn’t meet the boys in the back after the game. For the first time ever, you just gave them a wave from the bleachers and left. For the first time ever, you didn’t congratulate them on a win.

It felt off. Oikawa never sent you a look, either; never stole a glance.

Sana met you outside (she was one of the girls who crowded the boys on the court after). She was smiling and cheerful and bright, as usual.

“That game was amazing!” She exclaimed as you began walking. “You wore the jersey! I didn’t find you in the crowd, I really tried! I only found you after the game ended.” She paused, but didn’t stop walking beside you. “Where are we going? Don’t you live next to Tooru..?”

“We’re getting alcohol.” You told her. “I’m not feeling myself tonight and would love to get a drink.”

“Oh, even better.”

The Sakanoshita Store was still open, neon lights still burning in the setting sun. It wasn’t too far, just a little out of the way, and Sana never complained once.

“Hello, my darling Keishin!” You greeted the man behind the counter.

“You brought a friend this time.” He stated simply. His paper was still high in front of his face, the smoke of his cigarette hovering above it.

“I did. She’s cool, don’t worry.” You placed a pack of wine coolers, hard lemonade, and a bottle of vodka on the counter. “We’re having girls’ night.”

“Looks like it.”

He set the paper down as he placed your drinks in a black bag and took your money. Always with the fast exchanges. You grabbed the bag.

“Now get out.”

“Adore you too!”

It was you who linked your arm through Sana’s, this time, as you left.

You had Tetsurou Kuroo’s number.

He offered it to you, along with his friendship, at the game as he scratched the back of his neck and did his best to pretend he flirted with girls all the time. You thought it was cute.

“Here’s my number. Text or call it sometime.” He had told you confidently, but then let the façade fall. “Or not. That’s fine too. Also, please don’t call me. I don’t answer calls from numbers I don’t know.”

You chuckled, and finally sat up from your slouched position on the bleacher. “Are you sure you want to give your number to a girl from a school you’re up against?”

“Yes, I’m sure. She happens to be cool.”

You raised a brow. “You don’t know her that well.”

“I know that she’s still talking to me while she’s pissed as fuck. And that she’s funny, and that she didn’t care that I was scouting from another school.” He told you. “I say that’s pretty cool.”

“She might have to text you, then.”

But as you walked with Sana to your house, you didn’t know if you were going to. You didn’t want him to expect a relationship, not when your heart clearly belonged to someone else. But if he was only looking for a friend.. maybe. You didn’t know. You were confused.

It scrambled your mind as you just focused on getting home and hanging out with the girl who was dating the man you love.

Iwaizumi hadn’t expected you to be waiting in your normal spot after the game. He knew that you mainly did that to walk home with Oikawa. Still, it was odd to come out to emptiness.

He was adjusting his bag on his shoulder when Oikawa came out of the door. Iwaizumi noticed that he looked disappointed for a moment, just a flash of emotion across his best friend’s face that he wouldn’t have caught if he didn’t know him as well as he did.

They started walking in silence.

Until, “Hey, Iwa.”

“Hi.”

“Is she mad at me?”

A pause. They didn’t need to define who “she” was.

“I’m not the one who needs to answer that.” Iwaizumi didn’t look at him, frustration heavy on his shoulders. “You almost kissed her and then told her that there was nothing to talk about.”

“She told you about that?”

“She tells me everything.”

“Oh.”

Oikawa sounded sad. Or defeated, to use a better term. Iwaizumi almost felt bad for him. He had no idea. Oikawa had no idea how hurt you had been, how much love you held for that man. He had no idea how much the little things he did affected you.

“She isn’t mad at you.” Iwaizumi finally told him, catching Oikawa’s attention. “She just… she just doesn’t understand. Why you’re not talking to her, keeping secrets. It never used to be like that between you two before.”

Another pause. “I couldn’t tell her.”

“Hm?” He didn’t hear Oikawa, his response nearly a mumble.

“I couldn’t tell her. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t tell her. About me and Sana.” Oikawa was staring at the stars, like they would give him some answer that he was searching for. “I only got together with Sana at the party, made it official or whatever. I was going to tell her that morning, but then I almost fucking kissed her. And now whenever I see her I think of the fact that I was so close to kissing her, and I can’t bring it up to Sana because what asshole makes it official with his girlfriend and then almost kisses another girl the next morning?” He took a breath.

“You’re not an asshole.” Iwaizumi looked at the boy beside him. “But ignoring your best friend because of something that didn’t even happen is a dick move. She misses you.”

A sarcastic laugh.

“I’m being serious.” He stopped in front of Oikawa’s house. “You’re confused, and that’s fine, but she’s even more confused. She’s not mad at you.”

“Are you dating?”

The question was so out of nowhere, Iwaizumi had to look around to figure out where it came from.

“Oh, you brilliant asshole.”

“You guys have been spending so much time together, and I always feel like I’m interrupting something whenever you two are talking, and…”

“I’m going to stop you there.” He placed a hand on Oikawa’s shoulder. “Me and her? Never dated, not dating, and never going to date. She’s not my type.”

God, he wanted to just scream from the rooftops at the two of them. Wanted to just tell him that you were in love with him, wanted him to know why you were as broken by this as you were. Hajime Iwaizumi was a lot of things, but being a dick was not one of them. He would never.

“Not your type..?”

He took his hand off of his shoulder, patting it twice before turning to walk towards his house. “She’s not my type. Besides, I’ve been dating Matsukawa for months.”

Six shots in and three wine coolers, and you were laying upside down on your desk chair. Sana sat on your bed, back against the wall and a giggling mess. The entire night had consisted of telling stories, asking each other questions, and getting to know each other. It was extremely fun.

“I met a boy tonight.” You spilled to her, giggling a little.

“A boy?” Sana leaned forward, cup still in hand and intrigue in her eyes. “You met a boy? Did you get his number?”

“Yeah, but..”

“You have to go for it!”

“I don’t know, it’s weird.”

“Oh no, was he weird?”

“No, he was super cool.” You smiled at the thought. “And super smart too. Came scouting from another school. The thing is, I’ve kind of had a thing for another guy for a while, and it’s weird to think of someone else in that way.”

Subtle. You didn’t care.

“The guy you’ve had a thing for, does he have a thing for you?” Sana didn’t ask you who, or pressure it. You liked her.

“No.”

“Then go for the boy you met today! You deserve a boy who likes you like you like him. Besides,” she motions to you. “You’re sexy as fuck. Any man who doesn’t have a thing for you is crazy.”

“I know you’re not the one telling me that.”

“Hand me your phone.”

You spun in the chair to sit upright, giving her your phone. She sat her cup on the floor as her glossy eyes scanned the device.

“The boy in question’s name?”

“Kuroo.”

“Mm, spell it.” Sana started typing as you told her the characters. A final tap. “There you go. The start of something new.”

She handed your phone back to you, and you looked at what she did. A simple text to Kuroo, a simple “hey! it’s the cute girl from the game ;D”.

Sana chugged the rest of her drink. “Oh! Oh my god, if you guys end up becoming a couple you can go on double dates with me and Tooru!! Oh, please let that happen I’ve been dying…”

You didn’t really pay attention as you watched the three little dots pop up. Kuroo was typing.

You never got hangovers. It was something you pride yourself in. Turns out, neither did Sana. Which is how you ended up where you were: fully dressed, hair and a little bit of makeup on (curtesy of Sana), and two bags in your arms at the mall before noon.

“Did he text? Did he?” Sana begged, head over your shoulder.

Kuroo and you had texted the majority of the night. Some of which were blurry, as you were pretty drunk for most of it (and he knew that, and reminded you to drink water but only if that doesn’t consist of walking down stairs).

And, this morning, decided to accept your invitation to join you and your friend (yes, you and Sana were considered friends now) at the mall.

You spotted him, sending him a wave to know where you were. He caught your eye and waved back as he navigated through the human traffic. Kuroo was wearing just black jeans and a random red shirt, and you’ve decided that red looks good on him.

“That’s him, the one in the red and the dark hair.” You told Sana.

“Mhm, that’s a man for sure.” She joked, bumping you with her hip when he finally was close enough to talk to.

“Hello, Tetsurou Kuroo.”

“Helllo, cool girl.” He greeted.

“Hope you don’t mind my friend came with me. This is Sana.”

You could’ve sworn that his eyes never left yours until that moment, like you were the only person he could see, and he hadn’t noticed the tall and pretty girl next to you until you brought her up. It made your insides swirl.

He shook his head before greeting her as well. “Hi, Sana. Nice to meet you.”

“Actually, I think I’m going to go shopping at Victoria’s Secret for a minute. I’ll leave you two to it.” She turned to you, sending you a small wink. “Meet me in the food court later?”

“I.. You’re sure?”

She pulled you closer by your arm, whispering into your ear just loud enough for you to hear. “I’m telling you right now that I would rather stare at a brick wall than third wheel for the rest of the day; I can feel his attraction towards you burning in the air. We can hang out tomorrow at school and you can tell me all about it.”

She pulled back, smiling as though she just told you something completely normal. “Nice to meet you, Kuroo. Take care of my girly, okay?”

Kuroo held up his right hand. “I solemnly swear.”

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smalltragedy · 3 years

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* ryan destiny, cis woman + she/her | you know kira blake, right? they’re twenty four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, ever? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to babooshka by kate bush like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole lazily stretched out in a ray of light, daisy shaped irises and daisy chain braids, performing an intricate dance to move the ocean's waves thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 31st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 22, est, they/them )

hllo ive hd kira in my head fr a bit bt i also know ntohing abt her! this is me winging it even though i hv no right to <3 this is my third character maybe whose birthday is in honor of ella n coincidentally 2/3 of them r in this rp. yea im messy smirks sexily.

DEATH, GRIEF, DRUGS TW

mini playlist.

wuthering heights ;; kate bush / babooskha ;; kate bush / dreams ;; fleetwood mac / california dreamin’ ;; the mamas & the papas / lavender moon ;; haroula rose / time of the season ;; the zombies / after the storm ;; kali uchis / left hand free ;; alt-j / always forever ;; cults / wait a minute! ;; willow / your dog ;; soccer mommy.

statistics.

full name: kira blake

nickname(s): keely.

birthday: october 31st, 1996.

zodiac: scorpio sun, cancer moon, aquarius ascending.

mbti & temperament: esfp & catalyst / sanguine.

label: the ebullient.

sexuality: bisexual.

pinterest.

biography.

born to two original hippies which hs pretty much set up who kira is fr the rest of her life <3 the type of ppl who didnt like the boundaries of marriage n held off frm it fr as long as possible until theyd hd a spur of the moment elopement involving a celebrity impersonator at fannie’s <3 yea theyre lesbians lets go <3

nvr rly took things srsly until kira ws like 5 yrs old n then they were like ah gee ah fuck we probably shld probably settle settle. n they job hopped n worked many odd jobs until they found their footing in careers they liked n one of them probably does like. blown glass art. n the other prob fixes old computers n other ~vintage~ mementos of the past fr ppl.

they make a decent living n they live in delpinius heights n they try a few times fr another kid bt it nvr rly works out (raises an eyebrow. adopted siblings anyone?) n fr the most part kira as a child spends her time running around town and tugging on the hem of other’s shirts to ask them small favors (mostly to play a game with her)

often left unsupervised as a kid, bt not in the way tht her parents dnt care (bc her parents love her a lot a lot a lot like she is their world) bt in the way tht they simply raised her the way they were raised. running amuck all day n coming home jst in time fr dinner, front porch light always on, cat always waiting faithfully on their stoop.

pretty evident frm a young age tht kira’s mind saw things differently, in a different light - the world an array of light n mystery n sound n taste n sometimes those collided n created new experiences. prob hs some form of synsthesia bt dnt ask me which one yet. she’s a painting prodigy with an excellent understanding of color theory.

always ws known as a kind of like. rambunctious kid. a well meaning class clown who cld nt keep her mouth shut fr the life of her. grew up constantly with a yellow card beneath her name in school bt ws always well liked by her teachers n classmates alike.

jst a very bright child who did well naturally bt always ws turned more towards art.

feel like her parents very noticeably turned a cheek when she started smoking weed w the cool older kids when she ws 13. the type of person who wnts 2 b liked so bad she’d jump over a hurdle fr it. hs jumped over many hurdles n many fences n many other obstacles to be liked bt does it without breaking a sweat.

(edit: nw tht i think abt it hwevr i dnt think she does tht anymore i think while a bit of a mess atm she. likes herself. n doesnt rly want or need the approval of others anymore she jst does her own little thing. bt when she ws younger? she jst wnted 2 b friends w the entire world.)

nothing bad rly happened fr like. a good bit of her life. got into psychedelics at some point in high school n tht only heightened her artistic abilities. most of her high school art portfolio ws probably done while high bt <3 does it matter.

hd a high school sweetheart n they were pretty serious like. full on in love. a total believer of soulmates kira ws jst like. this is the one. there is nobody else i cn imagine my life with.

death tw

death tw.

death n grief tw // yea. sometime during their freshmen year of college. car incident. kira ws nvr the same though she’d like to pretend tht nothing’d ever happened. like theyd nvr existed. like she didnt plan out their entire lives together hiking thru hills n valleys n boating across various bodies of water n traveling together until they were old n wrinkly. end of death tw //

cld nt explain 2 u why kira hd bought a van n completely demolished it only to drain all of her savings remodeling it bt nw she lives in it by the beach. hd dreams of travelling the world bt cannot go long distances in a car without feeling sick. sees planes n feels envy. stopped painting fr a long time bt she’s started back up recently. took on surfing. told her parents tht it ws fine n tht she ws fine n theyre concerned bt shes always by the beach, her van rarely leaves. she’s trying her best bt its only been a few yrs n i think ppl cn sense tht shes jst nt the same cheerful girl as they once knew. end of grief tw //

anyways. tugs on my collar. tht’s kira! she lives on the beach n surfs everyday n is obsessed with daisies n is prob growing her own shrooms somewhere.

personality & facts.

always been very emotional n a little dramatic. nt a drama queen bt is a little messy n does not hv like. many rational thoughts up in there. very cup full or cup empty.

regardless though she hs an. overall reputation fr jst being. enjoyable to be around. her her little moments bt shes also pretty like. laidback. in a way. KDSHFSDLKHGHFLKSD

prob bc she smokes a lot or is often <3 on a trip if u know wht i mean <3

god. got obsessed with the 60s n 70s aesthetic at some point n hs not gone back evr. big fan of psychedelic rock. is a prodigy painter bt her life dream outside of traveling ws always to own her own record label. hs nt happened yet, maybe will never happen? works at a record shop though n does hide the good vinyls tht she wants away frm the customers.

very cheerful n usually uplifting n she doesnt like to b negative around others bt smtms she cnt control it n smtms thinks tht ppl r out 2 get her jst out of. anxiety. hs long bouts where she’ll sit in a still sort of sadness n then shake out of it n hop back into conversation like nothing’s happened bt. its fine we’re fine kira is fine.

shes not gullible or naive bt wants to believe tht everybody hs a heart of gold even if its false. keeps giving ppl second chances bc she hs a savior complex n thinks she cn change ppl.

is very into zodiac n will judge u by ur chart. knows everybody in town’s natal chart. even newcomers. it’s a little scary hw quick she finds this information bt its very important to her.

kind of like. into spirituality bt i wont lie its very surface level n a little superficial. learning tarot cards bt cannot fr the life of her memorize the meanings so smtms she jst makes up things on the spot. hs so many crystals she will not stop buying them.

i think a part of her is desperately trying to cling onto tht like. think positive. self care. msg thts super prevalent online without addressing or actually helping any of her problems. it is her flaw </3

hates to admit when she needs help. wld rather do everything herself.

head is a little in the clouds n her parents r a little concerned fr her bc shes nt rly doing much rn bt like. she jst needs time i think. shes jst doing her little thing.

does not give up on ppl easily she absolutely hates dropping ppl frm her life even if she grows 2 resent them over time which is bad bc she is bad at hiding when she is upset at someone or when she doesnt like someone.

like shes jst passive aggressive abt it n does not properly communicate <3

bt this is rare i think ... negative feelings abt other ppl

self centered bt not selfish if tht makes sense. she will do things fr others without a problem n sometimes trips over herself 2 do it bt at the end of the day i think she cares abt herself the most.

hs only been in love once bt hs hd many infatuations n many like. admirations n very surface level feelings. her body is a temple n she loves 2 b worshipped.

prob does fkn. beach yoga. probably vegan bt also maybe breaks tht every once in a while. almost noncommittal its hard 2 distinguish between her being carefree, not taking care of herself, or jst hving commitment issues? flaky or not? who knows.

feels jst a bit too strongly bt tries to contain it. jst full of multitudes or smth. idk. icon <3

like. cares bt doesnt care. does thinks tht r purposely self destructive n then acts like shes like. cool girl monologue frm gone girl. bt does it while being like peace n luv on earth x

ok thts all i hv goodbye

wanted plots.

a pseudonym 2 fool ‘em... ;; jst hd this idea pop up bt i like the idea of kira going undercover 2 expose cheaters. whether she does this on her own accord or is personally requested by smbdy is up in the air. a plottable point. she h8s cheaters n is chaotic good she prob thinks shes the relationship vigilante testing the strengths of other’s relationships. once again she cld b. specifically going undercover fr smbdy 2 help them out. im sure she wldnt go 2 very. extensive srs measures like actually. sleeping w the assumed-cheaters bt once again. world is our oyster n i lov drama?

crystal visions ... ;; once again. shes super into crystals n astrology n she will base sm of her opinions of others on it. this is nt just abt her being judgmental of others bt also jst. catching her running around in the rain trying sooo hard 2 fkn. charge her crystals in the rainwater bc she forgot 2 charge them under the full moon the night b4. this is her giving wrong tarot readings. she hs no idea wht shes doing at any given time bt acts like she does know. acts like she knows the entire world. she gives crystals as gifts n will do ur natal chart for u bt will also pack her things n leave if ur a capricorn.

time of the season... ;; i dnt knw admittedly. this song’s abt being horny so perhaps? perhaps. kira isnt rly able to keep a grasp on long term relationships rn due to. factors in her life so she hops frm person 2 person often. smtms jst flings smtms its jst a relationship accidentally led on. shes noncommittal n a little flaky atm when she’s usually ride or die fr others. perhaps this is all in the name of some good fun! world? oyster.

literally anything .dsfskhdkgs ;; god. shes so new i jst dnt know. childhood friends. current friends. friends shes hd frever. enemies n ex lovers n ppl shes constantly pushing away or scorned lovers or both or anything?? she pushed them out of the roller rink to make more room fr herself or maybe they did tht to her. perhaps theyre both constantly pursuing some sort of fkn. meaning in their lives tht they cnt quite grasp. mayb they go on an acid trip together. who knows.

#irvingintro #death tw #grief tw #car accident mention tw #drugs tw #specifically weed n psychedelics i think

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kwanisms · 4 years

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sleepless night - pjm

⤑ genre: smut, slight angst, some fluff ⤑ pairing: coworker!Jimin x reader ⤑ warning: swearing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (use protection, kids!), tw: cheating ⤑ summary: Y/N’s first business trip was supposed to be easy. She and her co-worker, Jimin, were to deliver a presentation for a client then return to the airport to catch a flight home but no one expected a blizzard to roll in. After having their flight cancelled Christmas Eve due to the storm, Y/N and Jimin are forced to share the only remaining hotel room with one king size bed. ⤑ word count: 7.5k

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a/n: this is part of a christmas collab with 6 amazing writers: @koyamuses @gukyi @ellieljade @kittae and @yoonia. they are extremely talented and super sweet. definitely check out their work because it’s incredible and please give them your love and support! ~k

You glanced down at your phone screen, catching a glimpse of a text from your boyfriend, Jaebum.

Jaebum: we need to talk.

You scoffed and locked your screen, letting your phone fall in your lap as you looked out the window. Silence filled the car and you couldn’t help but look to you right, glancing at your coworker assigned to this project with you.

Jimin was currently scrolling through his phone, avoiding your gaze on him.

Your gaze turned back outside, your mind wandering as the car stopped, stuck in the busy city traffic.

You met Jimin almost two years ago. You had started several months before he did. When Jimin started, he was instantly popular. All the girls wanted to date him and all the guys wanted to be his friend. He was easy to get along with. Smart, funny, charming, and not to mention devilishly handsome.

You on the other hand lived a more quiet life at the office. You never brought much attention to yourself, partly out of respect for your boyfriend but also because you hated being the center of attention.

Jimin seemed to be drawn to you instantly. You were the first person he ate lunch with on his first day, taking the empty seat next to yours and striking up conversation immediately. You were flattered that someone like him would approach you first.

For Jimin however, you were the only woman in his eyes. To say it was love at first sight would be an understatement for him. He fell instantly for you. He wasn’t exactly sure why. Perhaps it was your eyes, or maybe your smile. It could have been your voice or demeanor but whatever the reason, Jimin was smitten.

It wasn’t long after becoming friends with you that Jimin met Jaebum and instantly he backed off. He respected that you were in a committed relationship but he also was kind of intimidated by Jaebum. He was, in Jimin’s eyes, extremely handsome, dominant, charming, and, in a strange way, very chic. He could easily see why you were dating Jaebum.

So despite feeling strongly for you, Jimin stepped back. He knew it would be better this way. You were unavailable to him but no one said anything about a little harmless flirting. It’s not like anything would happen, right?

Jimin was wrong. Something did happen; on New Year’s Eve last year.

You decided to join your friends at a new club that opened up downtown as Jaebum had attended a work party alone, claiming spouses and significant others were not allowed to attend the party. You had resolved yourself to staying home alone that night when Eun-ah called and asked if you wanted to come out with the girls.

After getting dolled up, you headed out, meeting them at the club and entering it together. You had no way of knowing that Jimin would be there with his friends, yet there he was, sitting at a table near the bar, laughing with his friends as they sipped their drinks.

You noticed the way he was dressed and couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering. He was wearing a simple white button down under a bright red velvet jacket and fitted black leather pants. He looked incredible, his blonde hair styled with his bangs swept to the side, showing off his forehead.

As you and your friends approached the bar, Jimin glanced away from his friends, his eyes met yours and he froze. You froze too as your friends ordered their drinks before asking you what you wanted. You turned away from Jimin reluctantly to order.

Jimin couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you in the same club with your friends, your boyfriend nowhere in sight. It seemed that luck was on his side that night as it didn’t take long for the two groups of friends to gravitate towards one another.

Sometime around the end of the night, you found yourself sitting at the same table, occupying a seat that previously belonged to Jimin’s friend Taehyung, who was now dancing with Eun-ah. A server had passed by moments before, passing out glasses of champagne for the New Years toast that was coming.

You had taken a nervous sip of the bubbly drink before the countdown began and you looked up, watching the clock above the bar countdown from 20 seconds. You glanced at Jimin who was watching the counter. As the entire club counted down, you felt eyes on you and turned to meet Jimin’s gaze.

His eyes dipped down to your lips and back up as the countdown hit zero and the entire club erupted into cheers and cries, ringing in the new year. Jimin said nothing but he leaned in and that was how Jimin became your first kiss of the year. Jimin apologizes profusely but you ignored his stuttering, instead grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him back in for another kiss.

You should have felt bad, but Eun-ah had been sent a picture from her friend who happened to be at the same party at Jaebum and she had caught something interesting on camera. A picture of Jaebum kissing a very pretty secretary.

His secretary.

So instead of feeling bad for kissing Jimin, you figured that if Jaebum had no problem kissing someone else, possibly more, then he wouldn’t mind you doing the same.

So you got into the back of that Uber with Jimin, took the ride to his apartment where the two of you stumbled inside, unable to keep your lips and hands off one another. Jimin helped you out of your dress, allowing you to undress him as well.

You were drunk, that was obvious, but you remembered every second of that night with him. The sex was amazing. He treated you like you were the single most important person in the world. He was so careful with you and made sure to satisfy you more than once that night. The next morning, you knew exactly where you were and who you were with and it definitely wasn’t Jaebum.

You should have felt bad, but you didn’t. You also didn’t break up with Jaebum like you should have. Instead, the two of you decided to pretend like nothing happened even though you were entirely aware of what he had done and what you had done.

Jimin agreed to keep your tryst a secret and just between the two of you. He hadn’t expected much to change between the two of you. He knew this was a one time thing but he couldn’t help and want it to happen again. He stepped up his flirting, hoping if he could convince you to leave Jaebum that you could be with him instead.

The resurgence in attention made you feel a little uncomfortable, a first with Jimin so you asked him to stop for fear of the office finding out what happened between you. Jimin agreed and stopped. It was a week later that the rumors started.

Jimin was dating the new girl, Seulgi.

No, you were not jealous. Jimin could date whomever he wanted. You just wished he didn’t.

Jimin noticed how you distanced yourself from him after learning he seeing Seulgi. He found it strange but he assumed it was just the two of you moving on after a drunken one night stand.

Months went by before that fateful day your boss called you and Jimin into a meeting. Fearing the worst, you went into the office expecting to be reprimanded or even fired. What you had not expected was for your boss to commend you for your hard work and then assign a project to you.

A client wanted their product branded and hired the company you worked for. It was a top client, which meant if you did well, you would be rewarded. The only problem?

Jimin was your partner on the project.

And so, after months of avoiding him at all costs, you were now forced to work with him. Jimin was just as nervous, although he didn’t seem to show it. When the pair of you left your boss’ office, Jimin made a joke about thinking the two of you were in trouble. Rather than leading into his attempt at communication, you ignored him and walked away.

The following week, your own personal hell began. Jimin was persistent, trying to engage in conversation everyday and you had to admit, your carefully constructed walls started to crumble.

The day you finally gave in was a day Jimin swore his heart skipped a beat. The genuine laugh and smile you gave him when he told a joke he considered a successful and personal victory.

From then on, the two of you took part in casual and friendly conversation while you worked. You learned that Jimin and Seulgi’s relationship was going really well. Although you weren’t sure why, you told Jimin that you and Jaebum were going to counseling to work through your issues and insecurities in your relationship. All in all, things were well.

Until that night. The night that changed everything, again.

You and Jimin had agreed to stay late to continue working, being the last ones in the building after the boss left. The project was going great and you only had a little left to work on. The two of you ordered takeout and sat in Jimin’s office, taking a short break.

Things started to get intense as the conversation shifted. Forgetting you were at work, you answered the provocative and intimate questions Jimin threw your way.

“Okay,” Jimin said with a laugh as he stirred his noodles up with his chopsticks. “Answer this one then,” he said when you refused to answer a question about anal sex. “Have you ever given thought to bondage?” he asked. You nearly spit out your drink.

“W-what?!” you sputtered, glaring at Jimin who burst into laughter. “Not the hardcore stuff!” he said looking up from his food. “Just like, binding or something? Sensory deprivation?” he said as he reached for his glass of soju. You looked down at your own noodles, playing with your chopsticks absent-mindedly.

“Well?” Jimin asked and you glanced up. “N-no,” you said with a stutter. Jimin’s smile shifted into a smirk and you lowered your gaze again, feeling not only your cheeks heat under his gaze. “Wanna try?” Jimin whispered. Your head snapped up. ‘How much had he had to drink?’ you wondered.

Without thinking you nodded slowly. ‘How much have I had to drink?’

Jimin set his container on the coffee table and got up from the armchair he had been occupying and crossed the short distance between you. Within seconds, your food sat forgotten on the coffee table and Jimin was between your legs, unbuttoning your shirt with his lips locked on yours.

You wouldn’t be able to forget the way he bound your wrists with his tie as he took you from behind, bending you over his desk. The sound of skin against skin still rang in your ears when you were alone sometimes. You remembered the feeling of his breath, hot against your skin as he came, you not too far behind him.

You remembered how nice it felt as he stroked your hair, making sure you were okay, helping you clean up. That was when you came to your senses. The first time, you had been going through a rough patch with your boyfriend but the two of you were working things out. Now, you were in a good place with Jaebum and Jimin was seeing Seulgi.

Your stomach sank at the realization of what you had done. While Jimin sat back down you grabbed your things and started packing up. Jimin asked what was wrong and the only thing you remembered saying was how you were leaving. ‘Mistake, mistake, mistake,’ played in your head on repeat.

“This was a mistake,” you said, your voice cracking. Jimin tried to stop you as you forced your way out of his office. He grabbed your wrist and pleaded with you to stay with him. You pulled from his grasp and said in a low tone, “I’ll finish my parts and send them to you. That way we don’t have to meet like this again.”

Jimin tried to stop you but you left the office that night and didn’t speak to him for weeks. Even at the airport and on the plane, you ignored him. You ignored him when you got into the back of a car and were driven to your hotel. Jimin didn’t try to speak to you or engage in anyway. You were thankful for that.

Once in the safety of your suite, you were able to breathe easily.

The first day in Shanghai, you met with the clients who took you and Jimin on a tour of the city, seeing the sights and ending the day with lunch. You sat across the table from Jimin, eyes trained on your food while everyone around you spoke.

You felt your phone vibrate in your purse and you excused yourself to check it. Jimin had texted you. 'I didn't even realize he still had my number,' you told yourself as you deliberated on whether or not to open his texts. You finally decided to open it.

Jimin: is everything okay?

You sighed, trying to fight a smile. Even after ignoring him for weeks, he was still worried about you? You typed back a quick reply.

You: yes, I'm fine. Just distracted I guess. Jimin: I noticed. I don't think the clients have. Just take your time in the bathroom. I'll keep them distracted (:

You felt your heart pull again. How, after you had treated him, was Jimin still so sweet? You decided to do as he suggested and continued to the bathroom, having already excused yourself from the table. You went about your business as usual but your mind kept wandering back to that night in Jimin's office.

After washing up, you headed back to the table to find the clients still engaged in conversation and not missing your presence like you had anticipated. Jimin kept his word.

After lunch, you and a Jimin returned to your hotel rooms to get ready for the evening. The clients had invited the pair of you out to one of the top nightclubs as their VIP guests. You washed up, reapplying your makeup before changing into something you hoped was jaw dropping enough to get you free drinks.

When you stepped out of your hotel room, Jimin was already waiting. He was svelte, dressed in a black silk button down, black fitted slacks, and black combat boots. He wore a simple white blazer over his ensemble and was leaning against the wall, staring at his phone screen.

You approached him slowly and his head snapped up, eyes locking with yours. He pocketed his phone and looked you over. Not in a way that made you feel like he was ogling you, but more like just taking in your appearance. Like a friend who was looking out for your well being.

"You look great," he finally said, his eyes meeting yours again. A wave of giddiness washed over you, though none of it showed outwardly. "Thanks," you replied before nodding at him. "So do you," you added. Jimin's soft smile grew slowly into a wider one. He would never say this but he liked it best when you were the one who complimented him.

Jimin regained his composure and gestured to the elevator. "Shall we head down? I think they're waiting on us," he said moving to press the call button. You followed him, waiting by his side for the lift to arrive. It took only a few moments and once it had arrived, you quickly stepped on, Jimin right behind your movements.

The ride down was silent, neither one of you wanting to ruin the atmosphere with idle chatter. The elevator reached the lobby and the doors parted with a ding to show a busy lobby. Jimin stepped off and turned to wait for you. Taking that step off the elevator was much more difficult with Jimin's eyes on you but you did it anyway.

The pair of you headed for the door and just as you reached it, Jimin offered you his arm and you took it, thanking him. Outside the temperature was freezing. You had vaguely heard that a cold front was moving in and it was supposed to snow Christmas eve.

Jimin did his best to shield you from the frigid wind as he led you to a black limousine sat, purple neon lights shining from underneath it. 'This must be the special ride the clients mentioned,' you thought as the backdoor opened and Jimin allowed you in first.

He followed behind, the door shutting behind him. The client's greeted you with warm smiles and as the limo drove on, champagne was poured and glasses passed out. The clients thanked you and Jimin for joining them and a toast was made.

The champagne was sweet and fruity. You'd have to remember to ask them what the brand was. The ride to the club didn't take long and soon the limo was pulling up outside a huge building. The bottom floors were for the club you assumed, but the club was inside a massive high rise. 'Offices must be above,' you noted, looking up as the concrete, steel, and glass rose above the city.

You were escorted inside, following the clients as you took in the sights. Jimin stayed close to your side, determined not to let you out of his sight. You were led upstairs to a booth with thick black curtains. Inside the booth were several armchairs and a long coffee table.

You took a seat in one of the armchairs, Jimin next to you as the clients took their seats. Drinks were ordered and conversation began. The waitress returned with your order and you thanked her politely. Jimin watched with a smile on his face before turning his attention to the clients who asked something in Mandarin.

You only knew enough basic Mandarin but Jimin was fluent to your surprise. Jimin shook his head and smiled politely, bowing his head. The clients turned their questions to you and Jimin shook his head once again. You were thankful because you could have sworn you saw a small bag being passed around and you took a deep sip of your drink, averting your eyes.

Jimin noticed and got up, nodding his head towards the large window that looked out over the dance floor. You got up and followed him, meeting at the glass. "Don't worry about what you just saw. Let me handle the talking, okay?" he asked in a soft tone. You nodded slowly, looking up at him.

His features were bathed in the glow of the club lights. Deep blues and purples with flashes of bright hot pink, turquoise, and white. He looked ethereal and it made your stomach tighten. You shook yourself mentally, reminded your brain to get a grip. This was a business trip. Jimin was your coworker and you had a boyfriend.

The two of you returned to your chairs and more drinks ordered.

After a few drinks, Jimin felt bold enough to ask you to dance.

Your eyes widened as his request and you glanced around the room. "Jimin," you said softly. "We're on a business trip," you reminded him. One of the men sitting nearest you chuckled and you turned to him, confused. "Business is for tomorrow," he said before nodding at Jimin. "Tonight is for fun."

Jimin got to his feet and held his hand out. You took it and let him pull you to your feet and lead you out of the booth and down the stairs to the dance floor. The lights were blinding and being surrounded by so many warm sweaty bodies made your head swim. You felt Jimin's hands on your waist as he started moving to the beat, a slower, more sensual song was playing and you couldn't help but get a little into it. The alcohol was partly to blame.

But your strong attraction to the blond was mostly to blame.

What started as a dance on the floor turned passionate and intense really fast. You didn't protest when Jimin dragged you off the dance floor and in the direction of the bathrooms. Once inside one of the single bathrooms, he locked the door and pressed you against it.

His soft plush lips moved fiercely against yours, his hands wandering, sliding down your frame to squeeze your ass and pull your hips into his. A soft moan left your lips as you felt his hard on press against your stomach. Without warning, Jimin grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the door.

"Can't have you drawing attention, now can we?" he asked with a playful smirk. He pushed you back against the sink and dropped to his knees, pushing your skirt up around your waist before he pulled your panties down your legs. He lifted one of your thighs and you let out a gasp as he buried his face between your legs.

Jimin was merciless, holding you firmly in place as he licked and sucked at your clit. Your chest heaved with labored breaths as he continued his assault on your core, pants and breathless moans leaving your lips as one of your hands combed through his hair.

The other hand gripped the porcelain edge of the sink as your eyes fluttered shut, focusing on the feeling of Jimin's lips against your swollen clit. He continued to tease and kiss you, nudging your leg further up. One of his hands moved and you mewled when you felt him push a digit inside you, curling it against your sweet spot.

Just as your orgasms was about to crash over you, the sound of your phone vibrating in your purse could barely be heard over the bass from the club outside the bathroom. Jimin pulled away as you slipped the device from your bag. Your eyes widened in horror.

Jaebum was calling. You shooed Jimin away and he stood up as you turned away to face the mirror and answered the phone.

"Hey, babe," you said sweetly into the receiver. When Jaebum spoke, you could tell he wasn't happy. "Why haven't you been answering my calls or texts?" he asked harshly. You took a deep breath to steady your breathing before speaking.

"I'm sorry babe, I've been busy," you replied.

"Doing what?" Jaebum asked. You could hear the annoyance in his tone. "Working," you replied as Jimin rested his chin on your shoulder and raised an eyebrow. You glared at him through the mirror, your heart fluttering when he broke into a huge smile.

"Working huh?" Jaebum asked. "Why do I hear heavy bass?" he added. "Are you in a club?" he asked angrily. You sighed. "Yes. Our client invited us out," you said. "Us?" Jaebum asked before raising his voice. "Is that asshole with you?!" he yelled. "He's my coworker, Jaebum. He's not an asshole," you said with a frown.

You saw Jimin pout playfully. "I'm an asshole?" he whispered and you shot him a warning look. He broke into another sweet smile. "Are you alone with him?" Jaebum asked. You sighed. "We were sitting in a booth with the clients but I went to the bathroom. That's where I am now," you replied. "With Jimin?" he asked.

"Jae," you started but he cut you off. "Just admit it," he spat. "You used this business trip as an excuse to sneak off with your coworker and fuck him, didn't you?" It was your turn to get angry. "No, Jaebum. I did not. I came on this business trip to satisfy a client with our company's product," you explained.

"-but you know what? Maybe I'll satisfy my own needs first. We're over. Get your stuff and get out of my apartment. I'm going to call Yoongi to come over so don't even think about touching any of my stuff!" you yelled into the receiver. You hung up and immediately sent a text to Yoongi.

You: sorry to bother you, Yoongs but I'm on my business trip and I just broke up with Jaebum over the phone. I told him to get out of my apartment, could you make sure he doesn't do anything?

Yoongi's reply was instant.

Yoongs: don't worry bub. I got you. I'll keep my eyes and ears open. Are you okay though?

You: I'm fine. Thanks, Yoongi.

You slipped your phone back into your purse and you were suddenly aware of Jimin's presence. Your eyes glanced up into the mirror to see his gaze on you. His chin still resting on your shoulder and his expression unreadable. The two of you stood there a few moments before he spoke. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

You felt his arms snake around your waist and you couldn't take it anymore. You pushed him away and turned to face him, composing yourself before speaking. "I'm fine," you said sternly. "I have to leave," you added dashing for the door. It unlocked with a click and you opened the door to disappear into the hall.

You raced back to the VIP booth where you apologized and told the clients you were going to turn in early, citing a headache when they asked if you were alright. An uber was called and you thanked them again, telling them you would see them the next day.

Pulling on your coat, you stepped out of the booth where you ran into Jimin. He grabbed your wrist. "Y/N, promise me you're okay," he said softly, his eyes searching yours. You pulled your arm from his grasp. "I'm fine, Jimin. I'm going back yo the hotel," you said as you headed for the stairs. "Let me come with you," Jimin said and you turned holding your palm out, stopping him.

"Just leave me alone," you pleased softly. Jimin watched as you disappeared down the steps and let out a sigh. 'What am I going to do?' he wondered.

You don't remember much of the ride back to your hotel except for the phone call from Yoongi. He told you Jaebum just left and nothing was taken or broken from what he could see. You thanked him again and headed inside the lobby when you reached the hotel.

You shut and locked your door and crawled into bed, allowing your exhausted body and mind to drift off.

The next morning you got up and showered without a second thought. You got ready, eating your breakfast when it arrived. After dressing for the meeting and looking sharp in your new attire, you applied the finishing touches to your makeup and slipped on your shoes, something comfortable for standing and presenting.

You grabbed your coat and messenger bag, also grabbing your phone from its charger and stepped out into the hall. Jimin was leaving his room as well and he passed you without a second glance. 'Perhaps this is how it's meant to be,' you told yourself.

The two of you rode the elevator in silence and headed out to find a car waiting to transport you. The ride took 30 minutes and before long, the car pulled up outside your client's company building. It was a massive high rise, much like the nightclub last night.

You pushed the thoughts about the club from your mind, not wanting to remember the events that took place. Instead you headed inside, Jimin trailing behind you.

The lobby was massive with white marble tiled floors, smooth black tiled walls, and a massive hanging metal structure that was hooked to the steel casings for the glass roof that took up the entire lobby. A large receptionist desk stood back against a wall with a huge waterfall trickling down the black stacked stone.

The elevator was just off to the right of the desk where you and Jimin waited for a lift and took it up to the 25th floor. Stepping off the elevator, you allowed Jimin to take the lead and followed behind him. The two of you were shown to a meeting room and told the clients would be with you shortly.

You and Jimin wasted no time in setting up the presentation. You were struggling with the projector remote when Jimin took it.from your hands. The two of you were silent as he got the device to work. "Shall I do all the talking?" he asked, not looking at you but instead at his notes.

You nodded in agreement. "I think they like you better," you said in a small voice. "You didn't leave early in the night," you added as you typed away at your keyboard, adding some finishing touches to the presentation, not noticing the way Jimin looked up at you.

"I did leave," he said softly, returning his attention to his notes. Your head snapped up as you looked at him. "What?" you asked softly. Jimin looked up and locked eyes with you. Silence filled the room again. Jimin opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the door opened and the clients began filing into the room. Jimin closed the folder and stood up, moving to stand by the board.

Once everyone has filed in and sat down, Jimin nodded at you to dim the lights. You did, handing him the remote as you passed by him. You stood off to the side to help answer any questions the clients had. Jimin did most of the talking and you wrote glad. He was a natural at this. He had a way of calming the room and making everyone get along, something you'd notice early on.

Maybe that's why you liked him so much.

The presentation went without a hitch and the clients decided to take both of you out for lunch to celebrate the signing of the contract. You sat next to Jimin and while the clients spoke amongst themselves you decided to ask Jimin why he left after you did.

Jimin glanced at you when your question reached his ears. He smiled and looked away. "Isn't it obvious?" he asked in response, only leaving you with more questions.

By the time lunch had ended, clouds rolled in and snow began to fall. The news had been right. Snow on Christmas eve. You and Jimin headed back to the hotel to pack up and head to the airport to catch your evening flight home. The snow hadn't slowed or stopped, instead getting thicker and heavier as the wind picked up.

"Cancelled?!" you asked incredulously as you spoke to a ticket agent. She bowed and apologized again. "We can put you on a waiting list for when a new flight is available but for the next 24 hours, all flights are cancelled." You turned to Jimin who looked just as exasperated as you. He thanked the ticket agent and grabbed your hand, leading you away.

"We have to go back to the hotel. We have to get rooms before they run out or else we're sleeping here," he said in a low tone. You nodded in agreement and the two of you headed outside to catch a taxi back to the hotel. The ride back was surprisingly fast and before long you stood in front of concierge as they typed quickly into the computer. "I'm sorry," the man said. "We have no double rooms left," he said looking up at Jimin.

"Do you have anything left?" you asked, trying to peel at the screen. "I have one room left," the man said glancing from the screen to you and to Jimin who nodded. "We'll take it," he said. You loaded your bags onto a trolley and followed as a bellhop led you and Jimin to the elevator. You rode up to the 29th floor and the bellhop led you to your room at the very end of the hall.

He opened the door with one of the key cards and held it open for you as you walked in, eyes scanning the room. He unloaded your luggage as you stared into the room, a look of unease settling on your face. Jimin thanked him and took the key card, stepping into the room, letting the door shut. He stopped next to you and sighed.

There was only one bed.

After settling in, you looked around before announcing you were going to the hotel bar. You felt trapped so you needed to get out of the room. You needed fresh air. The room felt too stuffy.

You made your way downstairs, taking the elevator down and headed into the bar just off the lobby. You checked your phone. The text from Jaebum still unopened from this morning.

Jaebum: we need to talk.

You scoffed, locking the screen. "Like hell we do," you murmured, taking a sip of your drink. "Everything alright, sweetheart?" a voice asked. You turned to see a man taking a seat next to you. He gave you a wide smile. You nodded slowly. "I'm fine, thank you," you said politely. The man ordered when the bartender approached before shifting his attention back to you.

"You here alone?" he asked. Just as you were about to tell him no, someone else spoke. "No, she isn't." You turned around to find Jimin taking a seat on your other side. "And you are?" the man asked. Jimin draped an arm around your shoulders and smiled.

"I'm her boyfriend," he replied. The man rolled his eyes, grabbed his drink, and moved away. You turned to Jimin and thanked him. He shrugged, saying it was no problem. The two of you sat at the bar for about an hour before you said you needed to retire for the night. Jimin pulled out his wallet to close the tab, insisting when you tried to protest.

The walk to the elevator was slow. The ride up was even slower. You saw Jimin glance at you several times before finally speaking.

"Have you uh, spoken to Jaebum since last night?" he asked softly. You looked at him, your eyes drawn to his sharp jawline. You shook your head. "No," you whispered. Jimin wasn't sure what made him do it but he felt it was necessary to tell you.

"I broke up with Seulgi," he said quietly. You turned to meet his gaze. "What?" you asked, not sure you heard correctly. "I broke up with her," Jimin repeated. "When she learned I would be alone on this trip with you, she accused me of cheating on her and I couldn't lie, so I told her the truth," he added.

"That night in my office," Jimin whispered as the elevator continued to climb. "Made me realize I never wanted Seulgi," he continued when you didn't speak. "I've always wanted you. Since the beginning it's been you. I think I only dated Seulgi to get over you," Jimin finished, looking away from you.

You finally spoke. "I think you should kiss me," you said softly. Jimin perked up, looking towards you again. "What?" he asked. "I said, I think you should kiss me," you repeated. Not needing another invitation, Jimin crossed the small space in the elevator, pushing you against the mirrored steel and kissing you deeply.

His hands moved, one against the small of your back, pulling you into him and the other cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheek tenderly. He had never kissed you like this before. It was a new experience. The elevator doors parted with a ding when you arrived at the 29th floor. Stumbling out of the lift, the two of you made your way down the hall, too eager to walk properly.

Jimin rushed to open the door and once it was open, you pushed him inside, shutting and locking it behind you. Jimin's lips were on you once again, his hands slowly moving to undo the buttons of your blouse. He took his time, wanting to savor every moment.

Once he removed your blouse, your skirt was next. He turned you to face away as he slowly unzipped the side of your skirt, letting it slide down your hips and fall to the floor. You stepped out of it but before you could move further, Jimin wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back against him.

His hands moved gently over your skin. His hand dipped lower and lower until he slipped it inside your panties, a small gasp leaving your lips as his finger pressed against your clit. He left soft kisses against your neck and shoulder, working his finger in slow circles.

You tried moving your hips to match but Jimin held you tight against him. "You're so impatient," he said with a chuckle. "I want you," you whispered. Jimin nipped at the base of your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he sped up his movements.

Your body had begun to grow warm and just as things were getting interesting, Jimin pulled his hand from your panties and you whined in protest. Jimin led you to the bed, pushing you down on it before he started to undo his own shirt. You stopped him, grabbing his hands and replaced them with your own, undoing his buttons as painfully slow as he had done with you.

You left a trail of kisses across his collar and down his chest. Jimin stopped you before you could go any lower. You straightened up, pushing his shirt off him, allowing your fingers to skim over his biceps as you took in everything. The first time you had been drunk so you didn't remember the details. The second time, he took you from behind, so you didn't see him. Just as he wanted to savor every moment, so too did you.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Jimin whispered as he caressed your cheek again. Your cheeks grew warm as you leaned into his touch. "No," you said teasingly. Jimin leaned in, catching your lips in a sweet kiss before he reached behind you to undo your bra. He removed the article and dropped it off to the side before leaning you back against the mattress.

He hovered over you, his eyes searching yours. "You're so beautiful," he said as he leaned in to kiss your neck, his lips trailing lower and lower until he opened his mouth, tongue darting out to swipe against the sensitive skin around your nipple.

He took the bud into his mouth, tongue swirling around it. You let out a breathy moan, your fingers tangling in his hair, legs wrapping around his waist. With a free hand, Jimin snaked it between you, slipping it once more into your panties to continue what he started.

Your back arched as he slipped his finger inside your wet heat, curling it against your sweet spot in a way only he knew how. You let out moan after moan of pleasure as he continued to send you towards your orgasm. His lips left your breast as he moved up to kiss you, his lips parting yours and his tongue sliding past your lips, tangling with yours in a frenzied dance.

Your legs shook as your orgasms rocked through your body, a muffled moan leaving your lips still pressed against Jimin's. He helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling his hand from your underwear and sat up.

He reached down to undo his pants and you sat up, taking over. You pushed him back against the mattress and pulled his pants down, discarding them and leaving him in his boxer briefs, the outline of his erection obvious as you eyed him hungrily.

Before you could move, Jimin nodded at your panties. "Take them off," he said and you did so without a second thought. It was only fair if he was going to bare it all, so were you.

Once you had removed your panties, you leaned in, kissing Jimin's neck as you pressed your hand flat against his clothed cock. Starting in slow movements, you palmed him, your lips moving from his neck to his ear. "I can't wait for you to fuck me," you whispered as you pressed your hand firmly against him.

Jimin let out a groan. "Don't tease me, please," he whispered. You smiled, slipping your hand past the waistband of his underwear and taking his shaft firmly in your hand. Jimin hissed at the contact, one of his hands moving to grab your hip.

You moved slow, teasing him until he was bucking into your hand.

You pulled his boxers down past his muscular thighs, your eyes never leaving his face until you completely removed the offending article and tossed it aside. You took Jimin's member in your hand again, this time stroking him a little faster. You leaned in, pressed your lips softly to the tip before giving it a little lick.

"Fuck, Y/N," Jimin whispered, ending in a moan as you took him in your mouth. Beads of sweat formed around his temples as you took him further in your mouth, your tongue flat against the underside of his cock.

His hand moved to stroke your hair as you took him further still. "Just like that, kitten," he said, eyes fluttering shut as you worked the base of his cock with your hand, paying more attention to the head with your mouth.

"If you keep doing that," Jimin moaned. "I'm gonna come," he added. You pulled off him, continuing to stroke him as you gave him a sweet smile. Jimin looked at you and let out a chuckle. "You're such a little shit," he said jokingly. He sat up and kissed you as you continued to pump him before he took your hand and stopped you. "Lie back," he said softly in your ear.

You laid back against the comforter and Jimin smiled as he pushed your thighs apart. "I don't have a condom," he said softly and you shook your head. "I trust you," you replied and he nodded, aligning himself at your slit. His eyes moved to meet yours as he pushed into you. A strangled groan left his lips as he filled you slowly, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.

"Shit, I forgot how good you feel," he cursed. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, moaning as he started to move, a languid roll of his hips before he set a steady pace, thrusting into you sharply, his hips snapping against yours.

You grabbed onto his bicep as he continued moving into you, his eyes studying your face as he did. "Fuck," he hissed, tearing his gaze from your features as he watched himself disappear inside you. "God I love this. I love the way you hug my cock so tight," he added. Your walls clenched around him at his words and he moaned loudly.

His pace didn't stop or falter, instead it increased as he pounding into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room, mixed with your moans and mewls of pleasure. Jimin slowed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulled you up as he sat back. His hands gripped your waist as he looked up at you.

"Ride me," he whispered. Your hands on his shoulders, you rolled your hips, moaning at how good it felt to having him so deep inside you. Jimin groaned, his head falling against your collar as you lifted your hips and sank back down on him.

You continued, riding him harder than you had before. Jimin guided your movements as your legs started to burn but you didn't care. You chased your high, wrapping your arms around Jimin's neck and burying your face. You could feel your orgasm nearing.

Jimin bucked up into you and that was exactly what you needed, coming with a moan of his name. Jimin laid back against the mattress, taking your hips and holding them in place as he thrust up into you, now chasing after his own orgasm which came quickly as your walls clenched around him. He let out a low moan, riding out his climax as he released inside you.

His hips finally came to a halt and the two of you lay there, panting and covered in sweat. After a few moments, Jimin rolled, gently depositing you next to him on the bed as he slipped out of you. "That was amazing," he said breathlessly. You nodded, your eyes drooping. Jimin glanced over at you and chuckled.

"Are you falling asleep on me?" he asked and you shook your head, rolling onto your stomach. "Good," Jimin said reaching up to caress your cheek again. "Cause I'm not done with you just yet."

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captainwhiz · 3 years

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Nobody asked for this, but have some Clone High omorashi headcanons

Abe

- Thin body = thin bladder + super fast metabolism(which means he has to pee like ALL the time)

- Trying his best to pretend he's fine, but the shaky legs always give it off...

- ...Gets embarrassed if somebody asks about it, tries to change the subject

- Sometimes leaks when nervous

- WILL hold it till the ends, if he's, let's say, with Cleo. She clearly doesn't need to know he has bodily functions

- Very suggestible - most likely will shove his hands between his legs if someone mentions water

- If he wets himself, he turns bright red, starts apologizing nervously and might even shed a few tears. Tries to hide the wet spot. Spends DAYS thinking about the accident

- If somebody has an accident, will try to cheer them up, but will most likely only make matters worse

Joan

- Has an average sized bladder

- Doesn't feel the need to squirm, but will most likely put her knees together when really desperate

- Won't mention it to anyone, unless she's with someone she really trusts

- Will come up with some sort of excuse when asked about it

- Can tell when somebody has to go(especially Abe), will ask about it

- Kinda suggestible, if someone tries to get to her, she will respond with something like "yeah, very funny", but the more they try to do so, the more desperate she gets

- It's canon that she WOULD pee in an inappropriate container if there's a decent enough reason for her to do so

- If she wets herself, tells everybody to "just go away", gets super upset about it, nut pretends it's not that big of a deal a day after

Gandhi

- Tiny body = tiny bladder

- Very open about his need, doesn't hesitate to tell everybody he has to go. And the more desperate he gets, the more vocal he gets.

- Nor is he too shy to do some sort of childish potty dance, with his hands shoved between his legs

- Still wets the bed.

- Totally okay with using weird objects

- If he wets himself, at first he will just sorta stand there awkwardly, but will proceed make a joke about the situation shortly afterwards

- Can actually tell when somebody has to go, even if the signs are subtle, will tease them about it

- Apparently, finds people wetting themselves funny. But he would still tell them to cheer up after they do so.

JFK

- His bladder is actually pretty big, but he's not very good at controlling it all that well

- At first, acts like he's fine, but gradually gets more and more nervous. Grabs is crotch when REALLY desperate

- Simillar to Joan, only mentions his need to the ones he trusts

-Denies his need when asked about it, in fact, he can go on, and on, and on about how he DOESN'T have to go

- Is actually ok with peeing in weird objects and/or outside, thinks it's manly

- Will likely punch if you try to get to him, unless you're a conventionally attractive girl

- If he wets himself, won't cry, but would still get really embarrassed. Would want to spend some time alone

- Would actually really want some comfort

- Wets the head when stressed, just like he used to wet when Ponce passed away

-Also finds the act of urination on oneself humorous

Cleo

- Has a slightly bigger than average-sized bladder, very good at controlling it

- Doesn't squirm, but you can still tell by very subtle signs that she has to go, such as slightly crossing her legs when she stands still and being a bit more irritable

- Doesn't tell ANYONE she has to go, her ego is simply too big for that

- Doesn't seem suggestible, will ask "What are you doing?" if you try to get to her, but will ssecretly feel a lot worse because of that

- Would under NO circumstances use a weird container or go outside, even if she's bursting

- If wets... basically goes apeshit. Dramatically tells everyone not to look. Will DESTROY you if you ever mention it

- Similar to Joan, can clearly tell when someone has to go, will tease them about it.. and tell them they're disgusting if they wet

I *might* do part 2

#omorashi headcanons #fictomo #clone high omorashi #fandomo #lomg post #omocute

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blazogirl18 · 3 years

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Snow Day

Merry Christmas! I did the @queendomsecretsanta and I got @melancholy-daydreamer . They mentioned that they liked the beheaded cousin’s. So, I thought I’d write them a fic. Anyway enjoy and Merry Christmas

There was something about the chill of a winter’s morning that irritated the skin around Katherine’s neck. These bumps would appear that would itch like crazy. The faded line would be a bright red from her absent minded scratching. She had tried an army of different types of creams, but nothing seemed to work. The best course of action seemed was to just hide it from everyone else. Wearing more turtlenecks and scarves wasn’t unusual with the change of weather, so no one seemed to notice.

Well, almost everyone.

Anne had been dead set on ignoring the strange phenomenon that came with the cooler climate. Why acknowledge a problem when you can just ignore it and, hopefully, the problems go away? It wasn’t until Anne noticed Katherine’s strange behavior that she decided to try to do something.

“Katherine, you up?” Anne swung open Katherine’s door to see the girl curled up under a mountain of blankets.

“What is it, Anne,” Katherine sighed. A head and a flash of faded pink hair poked up from the mound.

“So, I know that we don’t hang out as much as we honestly should and I was wondering…” Anne trailed off as she leaned against the doorframe.

“Wondering, what?”

“If you wanted to go sledding with me? It snowed last night. So, I thought maybe we could put your Christmas present to good use.”

“What Christmas present? You haven’t gotten me anything yet.” A wrapped passage was promptly thrown into her face.

“Yes, I have. Merry Christmas.”

Katherine cautiously opened the gift to find a soft pink scarf with an embroidered K at the ends. She slipped it on and smiled graciously at her cousin.

“Thank you.”

“You can thank me after we have a killer time today. So hurry up and get dressed, for the world is our playground today.”

At some time during the night, the world had been turned whiter than normal. Frost decorated the windows like delicate lace and the snow sparkled like the glitter that had been spilled all over the floor. The sun had cast a gentle glow around the yard that was different from its normal glare.

Katherine strolled outside to see Anne in the middle of the driveway with two circle sleds in her hands.

“Where’d you get the sleds?”

“I found them on the side of the road on my way home last night.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh, yeah, so I was driving home. I just sort of glanced over and saw them. And I was like, Kitty would love these, so I grabbed them. They aren’t damaged or anything. Also, I washed them, so we’re good.”

“Okay,” Katherine cautiously took the bright pink sled from her cousin.

“Anyway, I was thinking we could go on that slope over there. It’s a little bit of a walk, but I think it’ll be worth it.” The pair traveled in silence for most of the way. It was kind of hard to keep up a conversation while scrambling up a hill. No, it was much easier to just let the morning wash over them.

At the top of the hill, the girls had a clear view of the land below them. Their house reminded Katherine of the gingerbread houses she had seen in the windows of shops in town. Everything looked so small and adorable.

It was perfect.

“Race you to the bottom!” Anne’s cheerful voice interrupted Katherine’s inner monologue.

“You’re on.”

And so the next hour was a blur of sliding and shouts. There was a sort of lightness in Katty that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She missed having moments like this where she could just stop and breathe. She never wanted this moment to end. It wasn’t until Anne’s legs had started burning from the trek up did they decided to take a break.

They lay in the snow and taking in everything before Anne spoke.

“It itches, doesn’t it?” Katherine turned to look at her cousin in surprise. “Don’t pretend to be shocked. You didn’t do a great job of hiding it.”

“I don’t see why it worries you,” She grumbled.

“You seem to forget that I’m also going through the same thing you are. He chopped off my head too, remember?” Katherine blushed. Normally, she was the one doing the reminding.

“I didn’t want anyone to worry. It’s nothing.”

“You know none of us want to see you suffering, right? Right?” Katherine said nothing.

“Katty,” Anne reached out and grabbed her gloved hand. “I know how hard it is to trust, but believe me, we are nothing like that Thomas prick. All we want is for you to be happy.”

“I know that.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I don’t want your help!” Anne pulled away, startled at her outburst.

“Okay then,” She moved to get up, but Katherine stopped her.

“No. That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“I just,” She stopped, struggling to find the right words, “I don’t want you to see me as some sort of burden. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. I don’t want you to forget it or something. Catherine, Parr, Jane, they all treat me like I’m some sort of child, but I was queen too. I know that you think if you baby as much as possible now, you can erase all of the pain, but it doesn’t work like that.”

“Well then, what can I do?”

“What?” Anne grabbed Katherine and hauled her up.

“What can I do? Even if you don’t want me to baby you, I can still help. And if that bugs you so much, then you can think of it as you helping me because this scar has been a bitch for the past few weeks. At first, I was thinking that it was super dry or something, but lotion changed nothing, I’ll tell you that. Most scarves just sort of weaken it, but then Jane showed me this special yarn that just sort of made it…”

Katherine listened to Anne trail off in a state of semi shock. It was strange. She had gotten so used to brushing off the offers of help from the other girls that Anne’s strange, but charming, insistence was a nice change of pace.

“Hey, Anne?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want it to go inside and have Jane make us some hot chocolate?” Anne grinned and looped her arm in Katherine’s.

“Only if I get all the marshmallows.”

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#Katherine Howard #anne boleyn #beheaded cousins #tw beheading #six #six the musical #secret santa

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staylovehearts · 4 years

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The Other

Han Jisung x Reader

Word Count ~3.3 k

Summary: “I mean I guess it was kinda flattering at first and I was really proud to be with you when all of them keep saying how pretty you are, but it's starting to become a little irritating now."

Tags: fluff, light angst, discussion of feelings and insecurities, they are an idol group in this, established relationship, jisung is a jealous baby

Booming loud music is coming from the training room even though they are technically supposed to be soundproof. But standing in that almost weirdly clean hallway with the bright lights right in front of the door the music is clearly audible. And so are the other sounds coming from the inside. The synchronized stomping, jumping and squeaking of many different feet upon linoleum flooring. You've never actually been inside one of these practice rooms but you have seen them in videos countless times. But just the idea of actually setting foot inside feels wrong.

You feel awfully out of place here, like you are somehow invading a space that's not meant for you. Sure you have that little visitor badge hanging around your neck and you showed off your permit when you were asked for one at the reception. But you could kind of sense people staring at you as you made your way through the hallways, carefully observing every sign to not make a wrong turn somewhere and maybe accidentally end up in someone's dressing room. There are two crowds mingling in these hallways. On the one side, there's the staff, managers, coaches and all kinds of different people involved in producing and designing an album. Most of them dressed in business casual, they are always hurrying, their steps as quickly as they can without having to run. Faces glued to a cellphone, pager or clipboard they are holding. And then there are the idols and trainees. Gorgeous, all of them. Mostly dressed in sportswear as they make their way to and from training rooms, sweaty hair pushed back or put up in ponytails, hints of make-up that hasn't been sweat away yet and funky hair colours that are in various states of growing out or fading into pastel versions of what they used to be. You fit in with neither of them. And you are sure that the other people here notice that as well.

You've tried to keep your head down for the most part. To keep walking without standing around or looking at anyone or anything for too long. You don't want to be loitering here where you feel so much like you don't belong. And now you've finally made it here. The little plastic sign next to the door has the exact same number as the one you wrote down in your notes app. You've compared them at least ten times now. And yet you're hesitant to just step in. Unsure of whether to knock – would they even hear that over the music? – or to just hurry inside and be back out within a moment. Are you even allowed to go in just like that? Wouldn't you be disrupting them? What if they're filming something? You'd ruin the material.

Suddenly, the music stops. You can hear the faint sound of someone clapping and then a mixture of voices. But you can't make out any words. Yet, this is probably the best opportunity you will get. Better to make it quick than keep standing around in front of their training room like some weirdo. You knock on the door softly and when there is no clear response you take a deep breath and just push it open.

All eyes are on you once you've stepped inside. The air is heavy, almost humid, the mirror fogged up. There is a distinct smell of sweat and excessive amounts of body spray you can just barely fight back the urge to cover your mouth and nose. The boys are sitting or lying on the floor all across the room, either talking among themselves or gulping down an entire bottle of water. But as soon as they have all noticed you all conversation dies down.

"Uh, hi, I just wanted to drop something off, uhm, I'm-"

"Babe, what are you doing here?", a cheerful voice interrupts your mumbled explanation when one particular boy jumps up from the floor to hurry towards you. Jisung has a surprised smile on his face. As if he is both confused by you thrilling here and also excited to see you here. He has those excited puppy eyes that make him so adorable. But his cheerful greeting has also attracted attention from the others in the room. While at first their gazes towards you were only mildly surprised or confused they are now full of curiosity.

"You left this at my place last time, and I figured you might need it so I went to bring it over. Oh and I also got you some snacks, make sure to share." As you speak you almost shove the little plastic bag you have been carrying into Jisung's hand. He takes it with a soft smile.

"I should forget stuff at your place more often if that means that you'll come over to bring me snacks when I'm training", he says. Someone whistles and Jisung's head whips around to find the offender.

"Yo, Jisung, is that the one you won't shut up about?", one of the other guys – Changbin – asks almost provocatively.

"Yeah, you never told us you were dating such a beauty", Minho adds.

"Ugh, shut up", Jisung comments, but you can see a small blush creeping up onto his cheeks. Then again, it might just be that he is still overheated from dance practice. "Let's go outside for a moment, we're taking a short break either way", he mumbles at you. Even more whistles.

"Remember, no making out in company-owned buildings", Chan warns just before Jisung can push you out of the room and close the door behind you.

"I'm sorry, they don't know how to behave around someone so pretty", he says once you two are standing out in the hallway. You giggle at the compliment.

"They seem nice."

Jisung rolls his eyes at your comment but then he breaks out into a wide grin again. "Look at you having all these guys swooning over you. I should consider myself lucky that I get to be with you. After all, they're right about one thing, you're damn beautiful."

"Ugh", Jisung groans he puts down his bag on the empty chair next to the one he just sat down on. The light inside the small soba noodle shop is dimmed down, it's almost completely empty. Which is reasonable considering it's basically the middle of the night. There are only a few other customers, most of them sitting alone, always making sure to leave a few empty tables between them and the other people. And you have made sure to pick the table in the most deserted corner of the entire establishment.

"Sorry for making you wait, practice ran a little longer than I thought it would", Jisung mumbles. He has a black bucket hat hiding his bleached hair and hanging down far enough to almost cover his eyes. A mask is covering most of his face, making his voice sound a little muffled. He glances around himself almost nervously before he pulls it down to free his mouth and give you a sheepish smile.

"It's fine, I also only really just got here a few minutes ago." That's a blatant lie. You've actually been waiting here for around half an hour now. The waiting staff must be pretty upset with you at this point, the same young waitress has come over to your table to ask for an order three times now. And you had to ask for a little more time every time. And every time her smile seemed a little more forced. At least you've ordered a drink the second time she came by and have been taking very slow sips of it ever since to stall for time. But you know that it can't be helped. It's not like Jisung made you wait on purpose. It's out of his control. And you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to date him.

"I still feel really bad for asking you to meet me here in the middle of the night. I wish I could take you on normal dates. You know, go out without having to do all this undercover bullshit and only meeting past midnight in some noodle place."

You can't deny that you would want that as well. And you also can't pretend that it bothers you sometimes. To be with someone who only rarely manages to make time for you and when he does you can never really go anywhere too public. You can't just call or text him whenever you feel lonely. Well, you could, but he'd probably take hours to get back to you. And then he'd feel bad about it. You know that Jisung genuinely feels bad that he can't be with you more. And that is the main reason why you won't allow yourself to be too upset about it. He's pouting. You counter with a smile.

"I already told you that it's fine, stop moping around. I'm thankful that you managed to make time for me at all, I know that your schedule is super tight right now. Let's rather enjoy the time we have than complain about the time together we don't get."

Jisung seems to cheer up at that.

"You're right! It seems like I haven't seen you in forever. When even was the last time we met up?"

"Not even that long ago. I came by to drop some of your stuff of while you guys were training just last week, remember? Then again, I guess that doesn't really count as meeting up..."

"Ugh, don't remind me, the guys won't stop teasing me about it", Jisung complains. He's once again sticking out his bottom lip in a small pout that looks a little childish but also adorable. Not that the two are mutually exclusive either way. "They also won't shut up about how they can't believe I'm with someone as gorgeous as you. I mean I guess it was kinda flattering at first and I was really proud to be with you when all of them keep saying how pretty you are, but it's starting to become a little irritating now."

"Oh come on, I bet they're just doing it to tease you, they'll get bored of it."

"Probably, but it's so annoying, I don't like when other guys talk about you like that. I mean, I'm not going to argue with them, you are drop-dead gorgeous, even a blind person would be able to tell. But it kind of irks me to hear other dudes say that about you. I don't like them looking at you like that. Like you're some pretty thing they could just take away from me."

"You do know that you don't owe me either, right?", you comment. While Jisung's jealousy is somewhat cute and you don't mind him becoming a little bit possessive you want to make it clear that you are still your own person.

"Of course, that's not what I meant, it's just that... Ugh, I don't even know, probably I'm just being stupid."

You reach out a hand to gently poke his cheek until he's looking at you so you can smile at him from across the table.

"Forget about that for now. You should better be thinking about what you want to eat, I feel like the staff are going to kick us out if we don't order something soon."

hey we all have some free time, most of the other guys are visiting their families but my parents are busy so I'll be almost alone at the dorm this weekend, wanna come over?

Jisung sent you this a few days ago. The message came as a bit of a surprise. Not just because you know how rare free time his in his business but also because it's the first time he's ever actually invited you to the dorm. You asked about visiting there once when you had just started dating and he gave you this whole rant about how it's probably not good because the risk of someone seeing you go in is just too high and all of that. A lot of beating around the bush until he finally admitted that mostly he just didn't want to take you there because the dorm tends to be kind of messy with so many mostly unsupervised young boys living there together. And you never really brought it up again after that. But now here you are, with an official invitation.

Even though Jisung has given you clear instructions on how to get inside and what the number code for the big front door is you still feel awkward stepping into the building where the dorm is. Is it even legal for him to give out that code? Of course, you don't intend on doing anything with it, but still, it seems like something that should not just be given out to random visitors.

To your surprise, the one opening the door to the actual dorm is Felix. He seems to be just as surprised to see you here but that surprise quickly turns into a grin.

"So I guess you're here to meet up with Jisung, lucky him. Come on in", he gestures for you to follow him inside and you do so a little hesitantly. The place really does look a little messy but from what Jisung described you had prepared for worse. Sure, there are some discarded clothes on the floor and several opened snack packages all over the place, but nothing that a little tidying up couldn't fix.

"Are you the only other one still here? Jisung told me that you're all visiting family and stuff like that." Felix responds to your awkward attempt at small talk with another smile.

"Ah, you see Chan and I can't really go back to our family if it's just for a weekend or so. But we wanted to do a little trip on our own, we're almost finished packing up, so we'll be out of your hair soon", he laughs. You can feel your face turning slightly red. Of course, you should have figured that they probably can't be making oversea trips to their family all that easily. You can't even imagine how hard it must be to not be able to just go back home for so long.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry, I totally didn't want to get rid of you", you apologise quickly. Felix just laughs a little more.

"I know, I know, it's all good. You should probably not keep your boyfriend waiting though."

As if Jisung had only been waiting for his cue he bursts out of one of the many doors and stumbles into the big room that is half kitchen half living space. He sees you and Felix stand together and quickly looks back and forth between the two of you before approaching.

"I thought you'd text me when you get here?", he says, pouting.

"I texted you five minutes ago saying I'd be here soon." You go over to greet Jisung with a hug but he doesn't squeeze you back as tightly as he usually does. When you separate from him again you see him kind of looking to the side. Usually, he'd be smiling at you. Felix is still awkwardly standing in the room, looking at you two.

"Well, I better go check if Chan is done packing. Was nice talking to you", he mumbles. You just barely manage to get out a "Yeah, same", before he disappears into one of the rooms.

"You look upset", you notice as soon as Jisung has shut the door to his room. Aside from having barely greeted you properly he also hasn't really said anything to you after that. He pretty much just gestured for you to follow him without even really looking at you. He seems agitated. Completely on edge, pacing up and down the room while you can only stand there not sure of what to do. Jisung is running his fingers through his hair before he turns to give you an almost pleading look. Sad, desperate, exhausted.

"It's just... I don't even know how to say it, but it's getting to me. It's so annoying how they talk about you. It drives me crazy."

"Why are you even so jealous? Who cares what they say?" Okay, maybe that last sentence came out a little too forceful. You can see Jisung recoiling. Now he just looks defeated. He sits down on his bunk bed with a heavy sigh.

"You're so amazing. Of course, other guys notice that as well. But hearing all of them say it over and over again kind of makes me insecure. Like, why would you want to be with me when all these other amazing guys want you as well? I'm just... jealous I guess. Of their talent and how amazing they are. And hearing them say how amazing you are is frightening. Because there are so many guys better than me. Guys that would make time to see you and sweep you off your feet. What if one of the more amazing guys comes along and just takes you away from me?"

"Oh Jisung...", you sit down next to him, gently wrap and arm around him and place your head on his shoulder. "You're such a big idiot."

"I'm sorry", he whispers into your hair. You can hear him sniffle a little but you pretend to have overheard it. He'd probably be even more upset if you were to see him cry right now.

"I know that this probably won't do much to change your mind right away, but I swear that I only have eyes for you. I don't care about any other guys. When they call me pretty it's annoying. I only want to hear it from you. I wanted to be with you, even though I knew you would not have a lot of time for dates and that things would be hard on both of us. But I-", you stop for a moment. You haven't really said this before. Neither of you has. But maybe now is just the right moment. "I love you, Jisung."

You can feel how his body goes stiff beside you for a moment. His breathing comes to a staggering halt. Then he relaxes again, wraps an arm around you as well to pull you close.

"I love you too. And I'm sorry for being dumb. I guess I just need some time to get used to this whole relationship thing. It's not like I doubt you, I just doubt myself sometimes."

"I get that. But you know, if anything I should be the insecure one."

"Huh? Why? You're amazing."

"But so are you. And you have all these fans screaming your name and almost fainting when they see you. And you also have all these other pretty and successful people around you all the time. And then there's me. But you picked me regardless. And I'm so happy that I get to be with you. Why would I ever want anyone else?"

Maybe Jisung needs a moment to think about that, at least he doesn't respond right away. But then that moment continues and when the silence is finally starting to make you nervous you raise your head a little to look at his face. You've never seen him smile like this before. So soft and full of adoration. You lean in almost on instinct. Jisung gently cups your face with his hands and when your lips meet for a soft touch you can feel how his smile moulds your lips into the crescent same shape.

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Hi , can you do an headcanon for Kirishima , Denki, and Bakugo when their s/o is a pom pom girl/cheerleader and also their biggest fan?

Kirishima

Kiri would love how his gf cheers him on all the time, be it during practice at school or when he's been dared to do something stupid by their friends. He's already a pretty confident guy, but hearing her voice cheering his name and shouting "You can do it, Kiri!" gives him some extra strength.

Every time he hears her cheering him on, he gets a slight blush on his cheeks. Once he’s done whatever she’s cheering him to do, he’ll jog over to her and hoist her up in the air to celebrate a victory (and is still a bit pink-cheeked)

He’s always down to rehearse the choreography for their squad’s latest routine, and he’s actually offered to fill in if one of ____’s fellow cheerleaders is sick/injured on the day of their performance. The cheer coach had an extra cheer outfit made for when he offered to fill in--a top that matches the girls’ uniforms, and some same-colored shorts. Kiri would’ve been cool wearing a matching skirt, but he still likes his own unique outfit.

If his s/o ever put on a cheer outfit with his Hero costume’s colors and red pom-poms, he would die of happiness. How can she look so manly/cool and so cute at the same time!? Once he gets his own desk at Fatgum’s agency, his desk would definitely include a picture of his s/o in her Red Riot cheer uniform.

Denki

Denki loves seeing his girlfriend in her cheer uniform. She’s already super cute and super hot, but when she’s got that outfit on she somehow gets even cuter! He has a billion pictures and videos of her cheering on his phone, and he’ll show them off to literally everyone. Except for Mineta, because he ends up being a creep and tends to drool on Denki’s phone.

He’s at every one of her performances, and he cheers on her while she’s cheering. It’s an endless cycle of support and confidence, and it’s adorable.

Denki: WOOOO! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!

Everyone around him: We know, you’ve been cheering at her for the entire game!

Whenever she wears any of his merch or clothes/accessories to match his costume’s colors, he turns bright red and acts as if he just used too much of his electricity. The sight of her in black and yellow/gold just turns him into (even more of) a lovestruck dummy. No braincells in this head, just love for his girl.

He offers to use his Quirk to give a little oomph to her cheer squad’s performances. His electricity makes their hair stand on end and adds a ridiculous amount of static to their pom-poms and outfits, but the sparks he makes are pretty damn cool.

Bakugo

Bakugo will act annoyed when his girlfriend cheers him on in front of other people, just because he thinks she’s making a racket over nothing. He knows he’s gonna kick ass, he doesn’t need her cheering him on to do it! Still, even if he acts like a jackass and yells at her to pipe down, there’s a little puff to his chest and a bit of a swagger to his step whenever he does win/finish whatever he’s doing. If anyone points it out, he’d refuse to say that ____’s encouragement made him feel even more confident than usual. Once he meets back up with her though, he’d act a bit...flustered and turn the tsundere dial up to 11.

“Tch... I told ya I could do it on my own. Even with you yellin’ and tryin’ to...to distract me.”

“Are you...are you blushing?”

“N-no! It’s just really fuckin’ hot outside!”

“It’s winter!”

He does like seeing her in his merch and when she dresses to match his costume though. Wearing a Ground Zero t-shirt, fingerless gloves the same colors as his, green bracelets to match his grenade gauntlets...he pretends that he didn’t even notice her little closet cosplay of his Hero outfit, but he’s not too subtle when he’s stealing glances of her all day when he thinks she isn’t looking.

He goes to a few of her cheering performances, but he doesn’t stay through the entire event she’s cheering at. As far as he’s concerned, he’s going there to see her and her only, not a bunch of random guys play basketball or football or whatever. One time his mother insisted on the entire family going to watch Bakugo’s “little girlfriend” cheer, and he almost lost it in the stands when his mom and dad cheered and waved excitedly when she showed up.

It’s a bit difficult for him to get and keep fans because of his personality (he acts like a jerk sometimes if someone’s bugging him for an autograph or a picture, etc.) so he’s kind of grateful...in his own, Bakugo-ish way...that he even has a number one fan, and that fan is ____ of all people. He even acknowledges sometimes that he’s being an asshole without realizing it, and over the course of the relationship, he would try to work on being less rude to his girlfriend whenever she’s cheering him on.

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The Loud House Reviews: L is For Love

Happy Pride Month Everyone! I have to admit I didn’t realize pride month was in June. Luckily that just meant two things: 1) This was a plesant suprise for once in an escalatingly terrible year when I found out early yesterday morning when most of this review was written. And 2) I already, thanks to thinking about them due to the she ra finale and watching more loud house again now i’m back on cable, planning to do the three Saluna episodes as at trilogy after getting blood moon ball out of the way.

Today’s ep takes place in late season 2. As mentioned in the “Brave the Last Dance Review’ the series had some growing pains before it got to it’s current shape: the series largely focused on lincoln at first, but as season 2 went on the show slowly eased off him. While he still gets plenty of episodes focusing on him, and still gets the ocasional weird zach morris talk to the camera moment when the episode calls for it, the show wisely decided to make itself into an ensemble piece. INstead of being about the one boy navigating a big house it became about 11 children and their parents navigating being a big family and the perils of adolsence and what not. As such today’s ep , while focusing on the kids as a whole, evnetually zeros in on my faviorite Loud child, Luna. Luna, as you probably know but what the hell, is an aspiring rock star, most of the time fairly chill and using the word dude a lot but not afraid to get loud, pun intended, or throw up the devil horns at a moments notice. She’s also a loving big sis, cares about her siblings, and is in short a wonderful character that season 1.. really didn’t give much focus. Season 2 rectified that to my delight, giving her a focus episode early on, Roadie to Nowhere, which revealed that she also has some confidence issues that are brought to the forefront here and go on to be a vital part of her character. I also admitely was delighted to see her voice actress, Nika Futterman, in a major role again, and she’s delightful in the role and even does luna’s singing. And this ep while being an “all hands on deck’ episode about all of the siblings, does have a major focus on luna as it goes, and thus I jumped on it immidetly.. that and you know, the fact it canocially made her bisexual, making a headcanon I had about her canon and being something they actually hinted at back in season 1. But we’ll get more into that later. For now, L is for love, lunacy and luna after the cut!

We open with Lincoln getting the mail and then gasping in shock at one letter, before calling an emergency sibling meeting. The sibling meetings are something that had been set up before with Lori,a s the oldest, leading them, and a thing I like: it makes sense with this many kids to have some sort of internal way to solve problems with them or vote on things as a group when needed. Simple, makes sense and i’m glad it’s stuck around. After dealing with the previous meetings minutes, Lincoln reveals what rattled him a bit: A mysterious love letter adressed to “L.Loud”. And it’s a nice way to use the series cute naming gimmick as a plot point: ONE of the siblings has a secret admirer,a nd while Lori, being lori, assumes it’s her boyfriend bobby, sh’es quickly shot down. And that.. makes sense. Bobby is a romantic, and a great character who I love dearly and will watch the spinoff soley because he’s in it.. but it’s been shown before this ep that bobbi’s a big romantic gesture guy. The boy put himself in a giant present and nearly suffocated to death to surprise his girlfriend for Christmas and went above and beyond for their anniversary. The guy’s a peach.. but he’s also not subtle. He’s also, while not lacking in cleverness as his later career as a bodegaman shows, not very bright so if this was him, his name would probably be crossed out somewhere on it. But each of the louds have their own crushes... which is a problem with the ep. Now to the shows credit, besides the obvious of having Sam come back, two of these characters DO come back later: Chaz, Leni’s crush, ends up mentioned in season 3, and Luann’s crush Benny ends up the focus of a spotlight episode for her in late season 3, voiced by another one of my boys (and girls) stable of voice actors Sean Gambone later on. However even with that in mind this disconnect is the episodes biggest issue: outside of sam, since we see Luna visably struggle in a bit and we’ll get into that then, we have no real investment in seeing the louds get together with most of those people other than because the episode tells us to. It didn’t really help that Lincoln and Lucy HAD love intrests in previous episodes. And sure Ronnie Anne had moved at this point, but Lincoln had a previous crush before her Cristina to use, and we had an entire episdoe about Lucy having a crush on rocky. And somehow Rocky still hasn’t come back, but his dumbass brother is a recurring character, which if nothing else is my proof that god hates me specfically. Also yeah.. while the crushes all have names I’m purposfully not looking them up as most of them are nondiscrept at best, and the only notable one is LIsa’s crush who looks like a tiny Doctor Octopus..so apparently Otto cloned himself and gave his son black hair? I mean that’s what i’m going with it sounds like the kind of contingincey he’d do and he did die for a while. Twice. Oh and the fact Lily is crushing on a teddy bear which is just really cute. That being said, the episode DOES get something big right: Doing this kind of stock plot right. I mean “everyone thinks a romantic letter/card/card and flowers’ is for them is a stock sitcom plot and an annoying one at that half the time as the person who sent them comes off as super dumb, or the card has to be smudged or it has to be a nickname or something something, etc etc. Here... while they all think it’s for them, it makes perfect sense for once: They ALL have the same initials, so not knowing which ones which, aside from not Bobby because of reasons I mentoined already and Bear because AS FAR AS WE KNOW he’s not alive... I mean they do live in a house with a 4 year old who tampers with the natural order as part of her to do list every day, so it’s really a matter of when not IF with that. It also avoids: “Everyone fights and gets petty over it” .. which itself the series has botched at times for other plots, so instead while they all want it to be them and breifly get agitated over it, they instead all work together using the same tactics to try and suss it out. It’s a nice change of pace and part of why this episode works despite the repettition.. more on that later. Anyways of all of them it’s Lucy who offers the easiest way to narrow it down, knowing how secret admirers work because she reads a lot of vampire fiction and vampires , while inhumanly goregous are also deeply insecure which, having watched all 5 seasons of angel.. yeah that tracks good work. As such she suggests they all send a signal to gage their intrest and if their intrested, they’ll send another letter. Shenanigans insue, my faviorite being Leni pretending to be a manquin and scaring the shit out of Chaz. Not bad jokes, but we’ll get to more about it later. The plan actually works and the next poem has a rose and-mentions the targets brown hair, so our bachlerottes are down to Luna, Luann, Lynn and Lisa. It’s also a nice clue for the reveal later. Naturally their all stoked.. except Luna who looks visably depressed. Turns out she never GAVE her signal because she talked herself out of it, thinking Sam’s out of her league. But her siblings quickly all jump in to encourage her. It’s a nice scene. Starting with the easier part to talk about I do love the siblings comradere. Sure they fight, scheme against one another, ocasinally encourage one of their siblings to date a bully or throw him out of the house.. okay the last ones aren’t as typical or easily forgivable but still, the point is despite it all.. they love each other and when it counts, their there for each other. Hell here Luaan, Lisa and Lynn are all directly against Luna, hoping the letter we’ll be there’s.. yet they have nothing but support for her. The rest of her siblings just found out this wasn’t about them.. but the instant they realize Luna is so down on herself she thinks she’s out of the running, they change from disapointi to being her cheer section. It’s really sweet and it’s this among other moments that helps boost the episode up. I also like the special touch of Lori chiming in at the end, not to be lost in with the rest of her siblings, knowing likely that being both the oldest and the only one there having been in a relationship for a while, her words likely carry some weight. The other thing.. is Luna’s character, and how this episode cements self-doubt as a major part of her character. And i’ts a part I really like, a nice contrast from her usual confidence, and most episodes about her afte rthis would zero in on this aspect for good character growth. So since Lucy was already right, they follow her advice for round 2: Give there crush a token of affection, and wait for at third letter. Which honestly aside from actually giving signals back, she’s not entirely wrong: most “love letter plots” have this sort of rhythm. Speaking of rhtyum.. yeah this sequence is basically the same one as before just with a diffrent goal in mind.. however I do give the episode credit. In my previous review I spoke about my annoynce at the series love of repettion, and while this episode does suffer for it.. I inflated it in my head that it was worse here. Here the jokes land enough and it does work to the episodes benifit to repeat stuff. Plus here it ends up being plot relevant: After gifts of a pie to the face (Luann), a literal hart (Lisa) and a jock strap (Lynn), Luna has a decidedly less psychotic gift in mind: Her faviorite guitar pic, which even has a heart within a heart and is a very cute gesture... but she once again backs out and accepts not being that lucky. But I also like it because it cleverly shows that it’s not Luna herself that’s the problem: out of the 4 remaning siblings she’s the only one with a valid gift, and it make sense given both her personality and her siblings inexperince. It’s jsut she’s so scared of rejection she can’t bring herself to try. So the family is familing in the living room when Leni comes in with the final letter from the mail man... and with the final letter admitting to a love of their sounds and all things british, yeah it’s gotta be Luna? So the secret admirer has set up a meting at bangers and mosh, a place that serves british food and is a rock venue. Luna is shocked but happy and the family carry her off.. minus Leni who being Leni wants to make sure the mailman is okay since she tried letting him down gently thinking the letter was from him. The kids arrive, all coming with for moral support apparently.. only to find their parents. Wah wah wah! In all seriousness, this twist works. With the episode geared towards Luna, most fans probably woudln’t think about their parents or this being some wacky sitcom solution, but the episode gives decent hints: Brown hair, a love of british things , an established trait for Luna as much as Lynn senior, who spent a year abroad, ironically enough revealed in the same ep Luna hinted was bi and all the girls stalked an innocent british person because of course the head writer with a history of sexual harassment would think that was a good idea. Anyways, he also was established to have a band in “House Music”, luna’s other spotlight ep from season 1, So it’ a really good use of continuity, and if you were a diehard fan of thes how or rewatched those two eps a lot, you’d probably be able to figure it out. To their credit though I did not. Anyways Leni gives out an amaazing line “Sam likes dad?” , Rita, after a bit of confusion at her daughter’s hilarous dumbassery, explains she sent the letter: As it turns out it’s how they met. Now granted you’d think they would’ve told the kids this before but I brush it off as the kids simply not thinking of that: It was a resonable assumption the letter was for them, and none of the letters had anything about Lynn Sr. That didn’t apply to his kids. Anyways, thinking Lynn Sr out of her league, much like her daughter’s current delimma which is a nice touch. ON the third note she asked him to meet her at the very restraunt they are now, celebrating the 20th anniversary of their first date. And to me this little story is just.. really fucking adorable, as is Rita’s love of Lynn Sr.’s pisstake british accent. Rita, being a great mom, does try and comfort luna hoping she’s not disapointed. However while Luna was at first... her story inspiries Luna to take a risk. After all it worked for her parents, she and Sam could work. She just has to make that move and rallies her family to do the same. We also get one more fantastic gag before we get to the end montage: Lynn Sr: This calls for a celebration! Meat pies for everyone! Restraunt: Yay! Lynn Sr: Actually I just meant my family Restraunt: (grumbles) Lynn Sr: Oh come on theres 13 of us! So we end on one last montage as each loud kid gives their crush a note, some seeing it some not, and for Leni does the manquin bit again, which is adorable. Also the otto kid is apparently not named otto, but in my defense.. I don’t care. So after some genuinely cute bits, we get one last one as Luna leaves a note for sam.. and you see, as you probably know for most of the episode the show hadn’t been specific on which one Sam is, so when it turned out to be one of the girls, it’d be a twist. Of course it isn’t NOW: I called this a saluna trilogy after all and really most people hearing about the loud house probably know about her and Luna but at the time it was a smart twist.

And I loved it. WHile i’d headcannoned her as bi, there were hints after all, it was, much like the korassmi ending of legend of korra , a plesant shock to have it be REAL. And the ending shot, of luna simling at the above from behind the lockers, is really sweet. But I also give Nick and the Loud House credit where it’s do. While they weren’t the first children’s cartoon to have an out and out gay/bi/pan protaganist, they were one of the first to not only have a bi protagnist during the context of the show, but to have it be visable.. it was really nice. Even if I do wish they’d use the term bi i’m not greedy and the show to it’s credit, while giving moments like this florish, dosen’t go out of it’s way to pat itself o the back about it’s represenation. The characters who are queer or disabled or POC are just.. there , with enough prominence to be proper representation while not letting that be ALL they are. Now sure at the time of this writing Representation, even within the Loud House itself as it followed up on this, has taken even greater leaps: In Adult Animation we have Harley Quinn having the last act of it’s second season be dedicated to Harley’s emotiona turmoil over being in love with her engaged best friend and said best friend, for now NOT wanting more, a pairing fans had wanted to see played out since the two first met. She Ra had two LEADS angished declartions of loved save teh unvierse and be the emotional climax of the finale. And netflix has gone on to have several gay characters in it’s childrens show on top of that, all leads. But while I think all of tihs would’ve happened without L is for Love, I do still applaud it as a good step forward. Sure the show had Clyde’s dads’ before, and they are good characters don’t get me wrong, but this was something else and as Bi person myself.. I really welcome it. Final Thoughts: Not much to say I haven’t, but overall a realy damn good episode with a hell of an ending that makes use of the repetttion rather than usingit because “Oh shit we have a lot of episodes to get out this season”. Of course we’ll be getting back to sam and luna soon enough with season 3′s followup racing hearts, and with me knowing it’s pride I have tons of review ideas a coming, but for now, reblog this review if you liked it, or just like it if youd ont’ feel like that, send me an ask if you have any other episodes i’d like to cover, or comission one if you wnat to make SURE I cover it, and i’ll see you next time. Later days.

#the loud house #l is for love #pride month #saluna #sam sharp #luna loud #lincoln loud #leni loud #lisa loud #luaan loud #lucy loud #lily loud #lynn sr #rita loud #lynn loud #reviews

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trying-write-fanfics · 4 years

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Shouji Mezo X Reader Remember part 11

It was another week Y/n was forced to stay home from school. Alone to do her homework by herself. She was adjusting to the lack of social interaction from being home this much. Then she saw someone trying to sneak onto the property through the courtyard. They had climbed the fence and used the bushes to hide, but from what. Y/n watched through her window as the teen made his way to her porch. Instead of calling the cops, she wanted to know what was up before jumping to her own conclusions. Through the window she found him putting something in the mail basket. Bursting the window open she made her young self known.

“What type of mailman are you? Like a ninja?”

“Who the hell are you?” The teen asked rather nervously.

“The current head of this house.”

“No you’re not.” The teenager said.

“Who says I live here.” Y/n told him.

“You’re a kid.”

“I’m 18.” She was not.

“I don’t think you are.” He told her.

“I don’t have to be an adult for you to not tell me what you’re doing on my property.” She said climbing out of the windows in bright pink and blue pajamas.

Nervous the teenager broke down. Robert Dallas was the boys name. He worked with the local gang and shocker Dr(last name) has a thing for a special white powder. A shipment failed to get to her place of business and since it was too risky to deliver it correctly there, the plan was to have someone expendable deliver it to the house. He was told no one would be there. Though Y/n was young, she knew her mother had certain needs that she did not question. She was interested to see more of another human being, so she asked him to come back whenever he wanted to. And then the weirdest thing happened, her mother came home. They had dinner, they went shopping, it was a fun day. And then Dallas came back and kept coming back. He told her stories of what he did and she was utterly amazed. Not just about crimes, but the fact that he could just go anywhere he wanted to. He was her symbol of freedom. Bound to do hard tasks, but afterwards he got to go where he wanted, talk to whoever, and could just experience life.

An idea grew, what if he chaperoned her to the outside world? He took her to underground fights, which inspired her. She once saw someone just touch another human being and they exploded in blood. It did put a damper on the inspiration, but it was an important lesson. Their activities festered in becoming worse for their record. From watching to fights, so training her to accompany them on robberies. She didn’t commit them, but she helped with the escape route. Sometimes she would let a police officer or hero hurt her during the chase to be a distraction, or she would use her quirk for the side effect. Pushing someone and they cough up blood is big distraction. Once her skills were more honed and they knew she couldn’t appear at every robbery they trusted she could attack. Yeah she practiced with her little buddies, but her first real fight was Aizawa. She wasn’t sure if she would win her not.

Dallas didn’t even stop. He let Y/n get picked off. She never had romantic feelings, more like he her super cool celebrity. She already got so much in return, but a relationship with Dallas would be weird. She would have to admit she knew about her mom’s addiction if things ever got serious. He was also older than her. The whole relationship aspect would look terrible.

But why did she allow it? She knew it was all against the law. The first time it felt bad, but it got easier. She did it because that little group made her feel alive. When she lost school completely as a social outlet, she felt like she had completely disconnected from the outside world. They bought her lunch as they talked about silly things to how society has failed not only them but beyond. It felt amazing, but there was always doubt in her heart. It was too good to be true. Why not follow that feeling till it runs out. Why not run, and feel the rush of being chased a little while longer. The pavement against her shoes as she ran down allies, was the only feeling that brought her back from the dead she felt in her room.

Aizawa didn’t answer her. Y/n sighed out some pressure out of her lungs and sat back down. There wasn’t anything she needed to hear from her comment. Nothing he said was going to undo her father’s damage.

“Can I go to the grocery store. I need some things.”

“I’d take you, but I can’t. Not tonight, I have work.”

“You’re not worried I’m gonna starve after my work out?” She asked.

Aizawa sighed. If she was a student she would be expelled ten times over by now. This was as much his punishment as hers.

“Pick out some students to take you there then.”

“I could just leave?”

“With two of my students. I’ll let the school know.”

It was part of his plan.

“Two students, huh, where are the dorms?”

Aizawa took Y/n to where his students lived. Midoriya was training outside. Y/n waved at him and cheered him on. Aizawa explained the situation and told the students that pretend you're escorting a civilian around that needs protecting. The class felt awkward that Aizawa was there because they were hiding the fact they made ramen in a coffee pot.

“I’ll get going, you can pick who you want. Pick two.” Aizawa said.

“I’m gonna change my clothes before I leave, why didn’t you let me do that first?”

“Bye.”

It wasn’t that he trusted her, but Aizawa knew his students could take her if she tried anything. The door shut and Y/n sighed.

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writing-noah · 4 years

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Let's Go Back In Time

Time Capsules are an interesting thing to have as a kid.

They're these little boxes filled with objects that, years ago, meant the world to you.

For people unfamiliar with the time capsule, it may seem like a bunch of randomly selected objects thrown in a box that's called differently.

It couldn't be further from the real thing.

Kirishima never really thought about that old box until an hour ago. Hell, he even forgot about it completely. Had it not been for Gishian's call, that box would've ended up in the garbage and he wouldn't even care.

Eijirou didn't even think about the contents of that box until he was right in front of the arcade.

Was he really doing this? Getting an old box he hid with his ex-boyfriend that was filled with beautiful memories from when they were together? Memories of U.A. and his friends?

Memories of being a hero.

Because that ended up becoming a dream that Eijirou would never achieve. Becoming a hero. Saving people.

After he lost his quirk, everything fell apart.

"Eiji!"

A voice made him come back to reality, smiling at the sight of his old friend.

"Gishian!"

"You've changed so much, my boy! And you were finally able to be taller than me!" Kirishima laughed at that, tightly hugging the man.

Gish had known him his entire life. He was the owner of the arcade and also the one in charge of fixing the games if one broke down. Eijirou was six when they met.

That was twenty years ago.

"It was about time!"

Gishian nodded, an amused smile on his face. "It's really good to see you, my boy. It's a pity you don't visit anymore."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. You know I've been working a lot."

"Yes, I know. But you should also have some time for yourself. I remember how much fun you had trying out all the games when you were younger... but let's not talk about it. How's the family?"

They started walking towards the back of the arcade, being careful not to be run over by excited kids running around.

"Everyone is great! My mothers ended up moving to a smaller place because mom got tired of the stairs. Grandpa finally called his son and daughter and they've been talking things out. Nonna and Nonno are spending some time back in Italy before they continue their journey around the world. Cousin Hotaro has a company that's going amazingly, and I think he's gonna do some sort of partnership with Futaba about a new product... Things have been great, yeah."

"And what about you? Are you still looking for a path to follow?"

Eijirou shrugged. "It depends on what happens around me. Right now I'm employed and just... going. It's been tiring, but I'll be fine."

"And what about the guitar and the singing? You left that aside?"

"That's actually how I'm making some extra money. One of my friends has a bar and she lets me play at night as background. I don't have to be on stage so that's why I can do it."

"Taller than me but you still struggle with crowds." Gishian smiled.

"It's a work in progress! My main objective was getting taller than you. Now that that's out of the way, I can focus on not freezing on stage!"

Gishian laughed, softly shaking his head. "I see... And how are your friends? I've seen them on the news a bunch of times. Great heroes!"

"Yeah, everyone has their agencies or are working with one of the top heroes... They're amazing."

"And you are too, my boy. Fighting villains and doing all that risky stuff isn't the only way to be a hero. You can also be one." Gishian put a hand on Eijirou's shoulder, squeezing it softly. Then, he let go. "I'll get the box, give me a second."

The man disappeared behind a door labeled "Staff Only", and Kirishima waited outside as he thought about those last words.

Thanks, Gish.

《》

Eijirou kicked the door closed the moment he entered his house, the heavy box from the arcade between his hands. He left it on the table, a relieved sigh exiting his lips as he softly caressed his arms.

"What on Earth did we put in this that's so heavy? Jesus... And why did we hide it inside one of the games!? That must be one of the worst places ever!" The now black-haired boy sat on the couch, lazily stretching as he made himself comfortable. It was still early for dinner, so he simply stared at the ceiling for a couple minutes.

...

Should he open the box?

No. They made a promise to open it together years ago. He can't break that promise.

...

But in reality, another broken promise wouldn't change things. Eijirou had already broken most of the promises he made with Kaminari anyways.

How he promised they'd always be together, have an agency with Bakugou, Mina and Sero and be the best heroes of all times. How he promised to even marry him, even though both of them saw the whole marriage and celebration as something unnecessary and over the top...

Just how many lies was his younger self able to tell?

Kirishima finally sat up on the couch, positioning himself right in front of the box. He sighed, hands getting close to the little lock desperately trying to avoid the box from popping open.

With a soft pull, it broke. And all the memories came rushing back to Eijirou as soon as he started recognizing the objects inside the box.

The first two things were extremely noticeable. Two plushies, a Pikachu and a Shark. They won them on their first date, at the arcade. Kaminari was determined to get a plush from the claw machine. And he did. The amazing thing was that the shark was stuck on Pikachu's tail, so he got both of the plushies at once.

After taking those out, two newspaper clips came to view. Those were covered in clear tape as a protection so they wouldn't get ruined with moisture and time.

The first one's headline was covered with silly drawings and scribbles. Because that wasn't important. The date was.

September 14th. The day they hid the box nine years ago.

The second one read "HEROES DEBUT: RED RIOT AND CHARGEBOLT". This one was pretty straightforward.

Next, Eijirou found four tickets. Two of them were for the first musical play he ever saw, which Kaminari bought tickets to and invited him. The second pair was for a concert of Kaminari's favourite band. Those were bought by Eijirou, as a thank you for the musical.

A bunch of cassettes were there too, all from different artists. They promised to listen to them when they opened the box together. Also a DVD of Kami's favorite movie, "Back to the Future".

After digging through hundreds more memories, he finally reached the very bottom of the box. There were two awful drawings of each other, made at a picnic date because Denki had the sudden idea. Those didn't fail to make Kirishima laugh.

Right after taking out the drawings, two letters came to view. One had written "For Future Eijirou" on it. The other, "For Future Denki".

He took his letter, opening it before he could think about it and starting to read what his younger self hoped he achieved in a nearby future.

Eijirou could only read all the stuff he didn't accomplish.

"Hope you're still close to 1-A after graduation and hanging out as much as possible!"

He was a lonely loser drowning himself in work so he wouldn't think about how he lost all his friends. Oh, and he didn't graduate at U.A.

"Hope you are an amazing hero who saves people with a manly smile!"

He could barely remember how to genuinely smile after losing his quirk thanks to the Quirk-Destroying Drug. After that happened, he had nothing to do with U.A.

"Hope you're eating healthier just like mamma told you, taking care of yourself and also exercising constantly!"

Visiting gym once a week counts as a win? And the rest... well...

"Hope you still love Denki with all your heart!"

...

That didn't change at all.

Eijirou left the letter next to him, his eyes tingling as the tears started to build up in his eyes. He used the back of his hands to wipe the falling tears away, putting all the memories back in the box.

How could he give up so fast? He isolated himself from everyone, even from himself. He stopped talking to everyone, blocked absolutely all his friends and broke up with the man he loved the most.

All because his quirk was removed? He felt like an idiot.

Yeah, quirks are a big part of people, but that doesn't mean it's everything. He was still Eijirou Kirishima. He was still that cheerful guy who wanted to help people, no matter how. That guy who loved his friends and family, and most importantly, himself.

How did he forget all that so suddenly?

He got up from the couch, the determination building up in his chest. Right now, only one thing was on his mind.

"It's time to change that."

《》

Well, this wasn't planned at all.

After an impulsive decision and two hours in an airplane, he was right in front Kaminari's door at his apartment in Kyoto. He felt the doubt taking over after realizing he had no plan, no words and no idea how to explain this.

...shit, should he even knock? What if Denki was busy? Or wasn't even there? Should he really dig up the past?

And why in the world did he bring the box with everything!? That was an even worst idea!!

He should just turn back and pretend this never happened. Bothering Denki after all this years would just be—

"Eijirou?"

Well fuck.

He turned around, the man he was so scared to see again right in front of him.

"Denki..."

Kaminari barely changed from how he was at U.A. His hair was still a bright yellow with a lightning bolt across the bangs, a bit shorter at the back. A couple piercings decorated his face on the lower lip and right eyebrow, and Kirishima could see he was wearing some lip gloss too.

He was clearly not expecting anyone, judging from the Doritos and drinks he was carrying, and also because he was dressed with oversized clothes he only used to be at home playing videogames or watching movies.

He looked beautiful.

"What... are you doing here? Why are you here!? And HOW!?" Denki's eyes looked like they'd pop out of their sockets with how surprised he was.

"Well, I... um... Gishian had to take out some games from the arcade, and he found this inside Super Smash."

Kaminari was suddenly right in front of Eijirou, his fingers softly brushing across the edge of the box.

"Our time capsule... I totally forgot about it."

Eijirou chuckled. "Yeah, I did too. I opened it and looked through some stuff and I just... wanted to see you so bad, Denki. I never apologized for acting like such a dick, and for hurting you the way I did. Losing my quirk hit me hard but that didn't allow me to say such things to you. You were there to try and make me feel better and the only thing I did was push you away. And I'm so sorry for that." His sight turned blurry again, tears starting to spill without him being able to avoid it.

"Hey, hey..." The blond left his groceries aside, and he did the same with the box that was between Kirishima's hands. Then, he grabbed him by the cheeks, using his thumbs to get rid of the tears that were rolling down Eijirou's face. "It wasn't all your fault, Eijirou. It was wrong of me to try and distract you from something that big. I wanted to see you back smiling so bad I tried to forcefully make you forget that. You were allowed to be sad, but I didn't understand that. I'm sorry."

Eijirou put his hands over Kaminari's, closing his eyes. That simple touch made his stomach flip a hundred times.

"I missed you so much, Denki..."

"I missed you too, Eijirou." The blond let go of the guy's cheeks and hugged him tight, his face hidden on the crook of Kirishima's neck. The black-haired boy hugged him back just as tight.

They stood there, in the middle of the hallway, for around half an hour. Once the tears stopped, they felt like it was the right time to let go and take a step back.

"I'm glad I can see you again."

Kaminari nodded, grabbing his groceries once again. "I'm glad you came, Eiji... Wanna come inside? I don't have anything scheduled today. We can open the box, talk a bit, have dinner... You can stay over if you'd like!"

"Considering I came here impulsively and didn't even look for a hotel... I'd like that a lot, yeah."

"Great! Because I also need to know what happened to you, dude!? You look exhausted, and you haven't shaved or dyed your hair in what seems to be a looong time! Have you been taking care of yourself?" Kaminari easily unlocked the door and entered his apartment, leaving the door open for Kirishima. He followed, box between his arms just like when he arrived.

"I have, man! I go to the gym on Fridays and—"

"Only Fridays!? That's not good for you, Eijirou! How many hours do you sleep? And what have you been eating!?"

"Um..."

"Junk food, am I right!? For the love of All Might, I'm gonna kill you, dude! That's not automatically fixed with ONE DAY of exercise! You know this!"

"I'm not a hero, I don't need that kind of training!" He left the box on the table, his eyes following Denki as he walked towards the kitchen to get water and open what he bought.

"It wasn't being a hero what pushed you to exercise and be healthy! I remember how you looked every time you were at the gym or at Gamma. You always looked as if you were home. Smiling, enjoying yourself. Your quirk only made your skin hard. The strength that allowed you to even punch down buildings was yours, Ei."

"Well, I don't need to tear down buildings anymore. So we're good."

"That's your excuse for not doing what you love? "I don't need it anymore"? Seriously?"

"Kinda, yeah!"

"...I'm about to change the Doritos to apples and force you to eat healthy. I'm THIS CLOSE."

"Oh, c'mon! You're not mamma. Just bring the Doritos."

"Why should I?"

"Because Doritos and Back to the Future is better than fruit and a movie, man."

The room stayed silent for a couple seconds until Denki barked a laugh.

"Fine. ONLY for the movie!!"

"You got it, Bolt."

It was an amazing night with Kaminari, catching up after all these years without each other. They talked about the past and everything inside the box at first, and that was followed by graduation, work, family and a lot more.

They were finally done after three hours of talking, so it was time to start watching the movie. While Kaminari turned on the DVD and everything, Kirishima was getting some blankets and pillows. He threw everything on the couch and turned off the lights once the movie was ready to start.

Denki sat down next to him, pillows all around him. He covered himself in blankets just like Eijirou did, scooting closer to the boy so he could use him as a pillow.

Just like old times.

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And that's all, I think! Had this idea after reading the Kirishima Headcanons my friend @bunnyramen wrote! Go check them out!!

#bnha #writing #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #kirikami #kamikiri #darknoahshere #Time Capsule

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faunahudson · 3 years

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The Hudsons Strike Back

Who: Sawyer & Fauna Hudson @sawyer-hudson (guest appearances by Molly Sheridan and Tommy Deluca)

When: 26th of November 2020

Where: Ohio

What: Fauna and Sawyer meet up with two blasts from Sawyers past, with explosive consequences

Warnings: Slut shaming, mild violence, threatening language, references to unsafe practices, homophobia and an almost slur

“I’ll admit you Americans do decorate for Fall better.” Fauna conceded as they passed shop window after shop window filled with Thanksgiving themed displays. “Obviously Ireland is superior in every other way. But I’ll give you this one thing.” She teased pressing herself a little tighter against Sawyers side. The bright smile on her face having been stuck there practically since they’d left their claim interview.

Sawyer supposed that, growing up with Thanksgiving, he'd never had been one to notice the decorations, but spent a good look at some of the display windows that Fauna had pointed out. He wrapped his coat-laden arm around her tiny waist, laughing slightly at her teasing words. They had barely stopped laughing since the moment their claim came through, and he couldn't see it stopping anytime soon. "We really love Thanksgiving over here," He told her, "but yeah, Ireland is definitely superior. I was amazed at seeing all of the Belfast Christmas decorations last year."

She felt so warm despite the wind, as he wrapped his arm around on her waist her body alight with her own delight at the world right now. “I like the american commitment to going as big as possible with everything, so you made up a holiday and now you're gonna like.. do it hard." Fauna agreed knowing it was about time that she gave her new homeland it’s dues. "So remind me.. what was your hang out around here when you were in high school? I need to contextualise all those fun pictures that your Mom showed me this morning."

Sawyer furrowed his brow at Fauna's subtle dig at Thanksgiving. "Made up a holiday?" He repeated, "Surely, all holidays are made up in some way or another. Is this the whole Irish Catholicism thing about it being something not centred around Jesus?" Sawyer knew that, the actual reality behind Thanksgiving was a lot more grim than sitting around with family to share thanks and eat turkey, but sadly, his patronism had to win out against this one. Her other question made him laugh, and roll his eyes. "I still cannot believe Mom showed you all those pictures. They're super embarassing." He shook his head. "Um, there's a Barnes and Noble I spent a lot of time in, over that way. There's also this record store -- Groamy's CD's and Tapes -- it's not in here, but we can head over later if we can be bothered?" Sawyer suggested, directing her towards the stores he and his friends hung out in their youth. "There's also this, like, froyo place. I spent a lot of time there with --" He trailed off, noticing someone not even three feet away from the couple, "-- Molly." That wasn't who he had actually spent time with at the frozen yogurt shop -- that was actually Leanne -- but Molly was the person in front of time, who had noticed Sawyer in the same awkward way he had noticed her, with neither of them pretending they hadn't just seen the other. Basically, Sawyer's worst nightmare.

“If the holiday doesn’t have deep roots in Celtic paganism then I’m afraid it doesn’t hold much appeal for me.” Fauna shrugged with a teasing little giggle. “If I don’t feel the mood includes having been able to celebrate it in the woods like witches then I’m afraid it simply doesn’t get me going.” She declared, patting his chest through his coat as she reached to adjust her hair a little. “I can’t wait for her to get out the second album, apparently you went through a phase of holding up books in photos and I definitely think you should go back through that phase so you can self identify as a nerd.” She giggled, nodding along with him describing the places they could visit. “I like froyo.” She started and then noticed him staring at something, and with a little curl in the bottom of her stomach she noticed Molly. It was odd, seeing her in the flesh when she’d spent so long pouring over her instagram pictures. Without really thinking about it the brunette leaned in closer to Sawyer unsure if this was a motion of support for him or an act possessiveness. “Do you want to say hi?” She asked quietly.

He shook his head with a laugh. "I always knew you were a witch, this basically confirms it." He told her with a laugh, cringing at the memories he knew that photo album would brings. "I mean I can self-identify as a nerd without such a cringey practice, thank you." However, after he noticed Molly, he admittedly didn't hear what Fauna said at first, and it seemed like time had stopped around him, his heart beating erratically. He heard Fauna's question slightly too late, feeling her body lean in even closer to him. "Hmm, what?" He asked, it suddenly registering to him. "Uh, I don't know if it's best...." The Dominant trailed off when it was made apparent his decision had been made for him, as Molly closed the space between them. "Sawyer?" Molly asked, almost as if hoping it wasn't him, that it was Finn with a haircut, or some third dopplegänger wandering around the Lima, Ohio mall. "Hey, it's good to see you." She stepped towards him as if to give him a hug, faltering slightly, and settling for just making it seem like she shifted her weight instead. "Molly!" Sawyer said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Yeah, good to see you too." After a moment, he glanced down at Fauna. "Oh, so, Fauna, this is...Molly, my...er..." He felt rude to refer to her as her ex, but he also felt rude if he didn't acknowledge their relationship, so he took the coward's way out and said nothing at all, just trailed off. "And Molly, this is Fauna...my...claim."

Fauna tried not to let her face be pinched by the nerves and jealously that she was feeling. She knew it was a poisonous habit to compare yourself to other women, to survey Mollys outfit and wonder if she looked better than her. If she’d heard any girl she knew doing such a thing she would have given them a dressing down. So she painted on a soft smile, hoping that her malice played as nerves. Though she kept her body tight against Sawyers frame as she spoke. She waited to see if Molly really would go for the hug for a moment, and was relieved when she didn’t. Seeing the tension in Sawyers frame, and noting that his face seemed tight. He was uncomfortable, and so it was her job to make this more comfortable. To put him first even though she quite wanted to drag him down and kiss him until he wouldn’t remember Mollys name. “Pleased to meet you. And kinda weird to see you come to life.” She chattered offering Molly her own hand to shake. “I’ve seen you on Finns insta.” She explained in what was a partial lie.

A part of Sawyer was amazed that Fauna and Molly -- two very different parts of his life -- were speaking, and kinda jus stood there as Fauna offered out her hand to shake. Molly took it with a warm smile, always so infectiously nice to everyone she met. "Pleased to meet you too, that reminds me I need to hit up Finn, haven't caught up with him in a while. And, uh," She glanced between the two of them, "congratulations! On the...the claim." Sawyer's heart ached at the way she had stumbled over her words, not even bearing to imagine how it felt to see someone so happy an content. "Thank you," Sawyer said, biting his lip, not knowing what else to say. It was a lie, he knew what he wanted to say. He was saying to Fauna less than 2 months ago how he wanted closure with Molly for that night, for the way their relationship ended. But a busy mall the day before Thanksgiving wasn't the time or place to discuss his past, especially when he was with Fauna, his future. "Do you, still live here, in town?" He asked. "Yeah," Molly said, with a nod, seemingly suspicion. Sawyer nodded in response. "Good, we're here until Wednesday. If um, if you want to catch up sometime?" He suggested, heart racing, clutching round Fauna's waist as if his life depended on it. There were many ways it could go. She could say no, make up an excuse and that be that. She could say yes, and it'd be awful and open up old wounds that'd take longer to heal. Or...she could say yes, and it'd go surprisingly well. The risk of it all was in the asking, he supposed.

Fauna turned off the part of her brain that wanted to overanalyse every word that Molly was saying for now, hating how much she resented how sweet the other girl was being. “He’s knocking about town somewhere.” Fauna added as she shook the other girls hand. Glad that Sawyer was far too distracted to note the fake quality to the smile that she was giving. She was sure Molly wouldn’t know the difference, but Sawyer knew her too well usually for this shitty performance to pass. “I’m sure he’d be pure thrilled to see you.” The brunette confirmed continuing her barrage of friendliness. “Cheers. It’s a fun time of year for it to happen. Whilst the yanks are giving thanks.” Fauna rhymed, wondering why she had suddenly become Doctor Suess. He invites her, and Fauna can feel how tense he is. Her little hand smoothing across his back in comfort. She wanted him to know that she supported him, that she understood why he needed to have this conversation. “Please take him off my hands.” She encouraged gently. “I’ve got Christmas shopping to do, and all these limbs can occasionally get in the way.” She added, taking the cheap shot at her boyfriend to let Molly know that it was okay to say yes, and that she would be far out of the way if this little meet up were to happen.

Sawyer relaxed at the way Fauna was soothing him, knowing his laugh at her silly, yet adorable rhyme, and the teasing about his height sounded way too fake and tight to his own ears, trying to calm himself from the panic, to not let the troubled inside bleed through onto the put-together outside. Half of him wanted Molly to say no, the other half yes, and the few seconds between him asking, and her answering was driving him mad. Molly had laughed at Fauna's joke, "Tell me about it, I was always scared about him accidentally catching himself on a railing and knocking a display over. Or bumping his head on one of those ceiling beams." She agreed, and Sawyer found it nice they were bonding over...something. Even if it was his tallness. She turned back to Sawyer. "Yeah, I'd be up for...grabbing a coffee or something? Maybe Friday?" She suggested, before turning back to Fauna to ask, "That's okay, right? No special plans or anything?" He supposed she either asked Fauna for some special 'girl' thing, or maybe her own experiences with Sawyer knew that, no matter the designations, Sawyer was never the one to make the plan in the relationship, and even now, as a claimed Dominant, he knew Fauna would be the one making the bulk decisions on how they'd be spending their day or night.

Fauna was glad Molly laughed, she really did want the other girl to feel like she was okay with everything. Because objectively she was. She wanted them both to be able to get closure on what was clearly a very painful chapter of their lives, she just didn’t want them to get too much closure to a point that they missed one another or wanted to start over. “He’s a danger to himself and society when he gets going. It’s why him and his brother have to wear so many layers.. to kinda cling film their limbs.” It was a weak joke and she’d probably apologise for it later, but it was the best that she could come up with while she was so distracted. Molly looked to her and the nasty little Tinkerbell buried deep down inside smirked. As if to say ‘yes nothing happens with him without my say so’ but she pushed the fairy into the drawer and smiled the best and softest one that she should. “No special plans. You kids have fun, maybe I’ll let Finn persuade me into that Maize Maze he’s so convinced that I should visit.”

Sawyer felt himself blush at all the height jokes, ducking his face into his scarf so they didn’t have further ammunition regarding his reddened face. “Coffee sounds good,” He said, slightly delayed, nodding when Fauna gave the go-ahead that Friday was fine. Molly nodded, smiling politely still. “I mean, the Maize Maze is the only selling point of Lima, so you may as well go see our famous landmark. I mean it’s no Statue of Liberty or anything but it’s something.” Sawyer laughed at this, thinking back to all the times Finn had begged to go to that maze, with a reluctant Sawyer and Molly joining him, knowing his brother would be really grateful for Fauna to take him up on that offer. “Honestly I’m sure if he could, Finn would have moved into that maze a long time ago.” He commented, “Um so, Friday...at the Starbucks on the corner?” He suggested, wanting them to meet up in a neutral place that meant nothing to either of them, that also granted them some privacy. “Sure. Two-ish?” Molly asked, and a part of Sawyer wondered if she was hoping that time was too inconvenient for him, and a part of him wanted to lie and say it couldn’t work, but it was true that he had no plans that day. So he swallowed down the lie and grinned. “Two-ish works. It was...um, it was really good to see you.” He said hesitantly. Molly’s smile formed into something that, whilst genuine, was tighter. “Yeah, you too. And uh, it was really nice meeting you too, Fauna.” She said with a wider smile, and Sawyer wondered if he imagined the sad glint in her eyes for a millisecond.

“Well I guess I can perform some kind of study on the difference in Maize Maze foliage between Ireland and Ohio.” Fauna found herself saying without really knowing why. Finn had seemed very excited by the idea of them all going into the Maze together and would probably be disappointed that Sawyer had made plans without him. But Fauna was sure as long as Alexis went the other Hudson brother wouldn’t really care. The tension between the two other people standing there remained in the air, and Fauna reached over with her spare hand to subtly take his much larger one in hers and to gently squeeze it. To say, it’s okay I’m here, you’re doing so very well with all of this. Seeing Molly here must have been something akin to bumping into Charlotte and instead of running Sawyer was doing everything in his power to face this all head on and for that Fauna had to support him. Molly addressed her, and Fauna made sure she was smiling when she said. “Lovely to meet you too Molly. I hope you have a wonderful holiday.” She nodded, trying not to sound as distracted by Sawyers discomfort as she actually was.

Sawyer let out a small contorted laugh at Fauna’s randomness. He knew she had her moments, it was the Flanagan gene, but she rarely caught him by surprise like this. His heart was pounding in his chest, smoothed only by Fauna clasping his hand in hers and squeezing it. I’m here, she silently told him. He squeezed back; an I know, a thank you, and I’m here too. They finally shared their awkward goodbyes with Molly and she shuffled away, Sawyer purposefully walking past the store they were originally heading for to collapse on a bench, feeling nauseous, limbs heavy. “Jesus Christ,” He murmured, his large hands supporting his head. “That was the worst thing to have ever happened.”

She was simply glad that he’d squeezed back, there was a part of her that had worried he’d be too nervous to care about their little signal. She kept hold of him as she watched Molly go, silently hating the other girl for having made the day take this turn. She let him pull her along, heart aching as he collapsed into the bench, small hands finding his shoulders as he sat down, standing over him protectively. “Hey.. you did so well Sawyer. Honestly you were so brave, inviting her out like that. I couldn’t be more proud of you.” She promised, rubbing her thumbs over his shoulders. “You were so kind and open. It literally couldn’t have gone better. Even if it was bloody awful to get through.” Fauna promised him, feeling like she wanted to shield him from the world while he took a moment to recover.

He gave himself a moment to compose himself, to slow his heartbeat, and control his reddened face. Fauna's very presence there helped immensely, and he didn't know if he could have done it without her by his side. "Yeah?" He asked, looking up at her, feeling uncharacteristically small in this moment. "I'm just...I'm just glad it's over." Sawyer offered a small grin to his submissive, "Hopefully that litle detour down Memory Lane is the only one..." He trailed off as he noticed someone else make their way down through the mall, and Sawyer just watched with a blank stare, in disbelief that he had just jinxed himself. But there he was, Tommy de Luca, in the flesh. Sawyer silently prayed the other man wouldn't see him, but apparently the universe was ignoring his pleas today, as the high school bully of the Hudson-Hummel clan beelined towards Sawyer and Fauna.

Fauna just continued to smooth her thumbs over his shoulders as he composed himself, she would give him all the time in the world if he needed it. “Yeah, you were friendly and open and you left things open for her and that’s all anyone could hope for.” The brunette promised him, reaching to take one of his big hands. “It is over and you don’t have to think about it for a while. I think we need a winter warmer.. come on I’ll buy you the biggest gingerbread latte that Starbucks does-“ She started. “Oi Hudson. Didn’t know you were in town.” Tommy called coming all the way up to them. “Having a cry already? Sad that drunk old Dad won’t make it to Thanksgiving.” He taunted trying to look around Fauna. Who turned to him with a little scowl gracing her face. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you can get fucked. Stat.” The Irish girl demanded waving her hand as if to direct him to leave. “Aww it’s cute that you’ve got this little girl standing up for you Hudson. That’s a pretty short skirt she’s got on, I can practically see her ass hanging out.”

All of Fauna's soothing words of encouragement didn't register to Sawyer as Tommy came up to them, taunting them. It had been years since they had last seen each other, and honestly, Sawyer pitied the other man. He was so scared of his feelings and himself, and just had to take it out on others. A part of Sawyer, the nasty high school jock who stirred when Tommy's voice was heard, wanted to loudly point that out and embarass him, but he pushed it down. No matter how vile Tommy was, Sawyer was to show him some compassion. And he was willing to ignore him until he could feel his legs again and he and Fauna could carry on their day. Until he came for Fauna that was. Then it was all cards off the table. Sawyer stood tall, all 6"5 of him towering over Tommy, dropping Fauna's hand as he did, scowl etched on his face. "That little girl, Tommy, happens to be my claim, Fauna," Sawyer informed him, voice low and dangerous, "normally I'd list her accomplishments, like how she graduated high school early back in Belfast, or how she finished med school with top grades, or her list of amazing extracurriculars, including being a flyer on the cheer team of one of the best finishing schools in the country, and captaining science club." His scowl turned into a nasty smirk, a piece of vital information the couple had laughed about months earlier suddenly popping into his head, "But I don't need to, because she informed me last month you seemed to have liked a photo of hers from 275 weeks ago. So it seems like you pretty much know our deal. Now," He clenched his fist and his jaw, "Get out of my fucking face, de Luca, or the 'ass hanging out' of my submissive's skirt will be the last thing you ever fucking see."

Tommy seemed pleased when Sawyer stood, obviously having hoped to gain a rise out of him when he mentioned Fauna. Willing to do anything to capture the Dominants attention. Though there was a flicker of something akin to fear in his eye when Sawyer mentioned that he'd liked Faunas picture. "Well.. I'm a fan of her work. As I'm sure is every fucking guy in town, I've seen her little videos. Makes sense that the only girl you'd manage to get is a fucking slut- but then it's probably the Daddy issues that bonded you." Tommy sneered. Fauna put a little hand on Sawyers chest, she didn't care if he hit Tommy but she felt like he would care. Like he would feel like he'd let himself down or something. Tommys words stung because he was repeating one of her more significant fears. That all of Sawyers friends, and relatives would see her videos and wonder why he was ever with her. That they would all think he'd done rather badly for himself, their all American boy, and yet it was more sad to her that Tommy had taken the time to watch her video at all. Considering the fact that he was most likely a gay man. "Thanks for your views Tommy, bit sad though that you spend your time stalking me rather than- I don't know finding a submissive or a life of your own. I think it's time we all moved on from high school.. don't you? Or is your life really so fucking empty that Sawyer and I's relationship is the only thing you have to think about." She snapped.

Tommy bristled again, his face briefly twisting with an expression of something akin to shame as he looked past Fauna at Sawyer. Fauna almost felt bad for him because she could almost see the pining buried deep underneath all that bravado. She more than anyone understood what it was like to want Sawyer more than anything else. "You really are pathetic these days Hudson, letting your whore of a submissive fight your battles for you. Did you finally end up on drugs like your deadbeat Dad? Drinking to get yourself through the day. Reflex's too slow to take me on like in high school, or maybe you're scared that even she'll leave you if she see's what a fucking psychopath you are. That's why every other fucking girl you ever dated left you right, scared you'd fucking snap on them. Because you're a fagg-" While Tommy had been speaking Fauna had removed one of her mittens from her hand, and curled her fist in the exact way that Percy had once taught her after a few too many. Then she simply pulled back her arm and punched him as hard as she could possibly muster in the nose, her fist meeting his face with a satisfying crack. Tommy recoiled but Fauna advanced on him. "Don't you ever fucking speak to him like that again you vile little cunt. He's too fucking nice to ever ruin you but I'm bloody not. You ever so much as breathe in my Dominants direction ever again and I'll break your fucking arm and I'll make sure you never so much as take out a pizza in peace. You hear me?"

Each word hit Sawyer like a tonne of bricks, and he could feel the anger practically burning in his veins. His fists were clenched, and he stepped closer, fully aware he was going to give Tommy exactly wha the other wanted to get out of his taunting. However, Fauna was too quick for him. He looked in shock horror as her small fists made contact with Tommy's face, and he winced as he heard the definite cracking of the other man's nose. The threat Fauna made to him wasn't pretty either. Sawyer frantically looked around, noticing some people were beginning to stare, and he knew he had to do something before they got in trouble. Without thinking, he picked up Fauna and put her aside, before pushing Tommy against the wall in a blind mix of panic and rage. "If her hand is fucking broken from what you made her do, you're finished De Luca." He growled, before dropping his grip on him. He then swooped Fauna up and began to briskly walk away from the scene, muttering the word 'fuck' repeatedly under his breath until they were safely back in Sawyer's mom's car, luckily not followed by Tommy or any security personnel. "Fuck!" He then exclaimed once he could breathe again.

Fauna couldn't stop herself from smirking just for a minute when she saw how completely she had broken Tommys nose, the doctor inside of her told her he'd need it reset pretty pronto. Her smirk faded when she saw the panicked look on her Dominants face, and felt pretty terrible for scaring him. Surprised when he lifted her up and put her aside, an apology dying on her lips. She tried really hard not to be aroused by the way that Sawyer pushed Tommy up against the wall, and instead just sort of stood there until he pulled her off her feet again. She didn't say a word as he carried her out of there, flexing her hand a little. It wasn't broken, Percys advice had proved once again to be solid, it might need icing later though she'd hit Tommy as hard as she could muster. "I'm sorry Sir." She said in a small voice once they were in the car. "I know you didn't want to hit him, but I couldn't let him say all those things to you that weren't true. I know I was a bad girl."

Sawyer’s heartbeat was slowing from the adrenaline rush he received during those few moments interacting with Tommy. In response to Fauna’s apology, his heart panging at the softness in her tone, he leaned over and kissed her hard. “Thank you,” He murmured, “don’t be sorry. He deserved it. You were amazing.” Sawyer promised. “I just really didn’t want us to get arrested a few days after being claimed.”

The tiny brunette felt a sense of relief when he leaned over and kissed her, her hand coming up to touch his cheek. “Oh good.” She responded breathlessly. “I mean I don’t want to get arrested either, I’ll be honest I wasn’t really thinking about it. My brain was more focused on making more nobody ever spoke to you like that ever again. I don’t know how you managed it in high school. He’s a class A cunt.” She said without remorse.

He let out a short laugh as she explained her reasoning behind the actions. "Honestly, that's how I managed it in high school," He admitted, "I'm surprised his nose isn't permanently bandaged up." Sawyer let out a sigh as he thought about Tommy again. "God, you have to really feel sorry for a kid like that, so angry at himself he takes it out on others in that way." He glanced down, gently taking Fauna's hand. "It's not broken, is it? Because I will make good on my promise and go back and kill him for you."

Fauna laughed too. "I mean I hardly blame you, if anyone ever spoke to Ror like that I'd have made damn well sure they didn't have teeth by the time the bell rang." She shrugged. "It is sad.. and so weird that he's still stalking you hard enough that he knew that much about me. I mean I get it because I'm also like obsessed with you but still I wish he could just come to terms with himself." She said quietly, shaking her head as he took her hand. "No it's not broken, it'll bruise but that's a given considering how hard I hit him. Percy taught me how to throw a punch without breaking my hand when I was like nine, it was some of the only useful knowledge he's ever shared with me."

Sawyer nodded in agreement, imagining the visual. "Well, that was the case for me in school, especially with Finn. Tommy tortured the poor guy. It's just...I keep remembering the day he approached me, and how normal and friendly he was," He shrugged, "Sometimes I feel like hooking up with him was the wrong call. Like it just made him feel worse about himself, confirmed it for him all those feelings were slightly more complex than he hoped to be." Truthfully, Sawyer didn't know much about how Tommy was truly feeling, his therapist even said that she couldn't diagnose him from a second-hand account, but that's the conclusion they had 'hypothetically' reached. "Well, let's go get some ice on it. Maybe something with sugar in it. Your dad really taught you to punch like that?" He paused,thinking about Percy, and laughed. "You know what, yeah, I can see it."

Fauna reached with the hand that he wasn’t holding to push his hair off his face tenderly. “You couldn’t have known.. people start relationships out of things like that. Like people who get married... Hooking up with him could have ended with you guys even just being friendly.. but it didn’t and that’s his choice. You gave him a chance that he didn’t deserve by even getting a hot dog with him... one day probably when he’s like 48 and finally ready to accept himself. You’ll get some weird apology via Facebook messenger. Or maybe you won’t, but either way he’s the one that not only did you dirty here but also did himself dirty. Because hooking up with you is literally the third best thing in the world.” She pressed a kiss against his left cheek. “Getting to know you, that’s the second best.” Fauna pressed a second kiss against his right cheek. “And getting to love you is the greatest privilege in the world.” She told him with her impish smile. “Sugar! Yes please.” She agreed happily. “Perfect thing to teach your nine year old after you’ve had a pint or eight. How not to break your hand when punching someone.”

"I can't wait to read out the weird Facebook message when we're sat on our porch watching the sunset," He teased lightly, her words washing over him in a soothing manner. Fauna always knew the right thing to say, and Sawyer was ultimately grateful. He grinned as she listed the top three favourite things about him, feeling himself blush at the words. "That's funny, because loving you is the greatest privilege to me. Guess our lists are pretty similar." He murmured, before catching his lips against hers. "Okay, let's head to a grocery store. Who knows, maybe Cassidy will be lurking in the deli aisle, or Brad is hiding among the cereals." He joked with a weak smile, shaking his head at the idea of Fauna's dad. "Well it came in handy. We should send him a bottle of whiskey as a thank you." He deadpanned, not sure where this random bout of dry humour had come from, probably still in shock from the rollercoaster he had been on today.

She was glad that he seemed less tense, that she'd managed to soothe over some of the hurt of this particularly jarring little trip down memory lane. "As long as he doesn't hope you'll run into his arms in the sunset I'd enjoy that very much." The little brunette agreed, kissing him for a long lazy moment before smiling when he returned her compliment. "I think we have a lot of similar lists which is good, considering you agreed to be my prisoner for life once after I held you at knife point." Fauna laughed at the idea of Brad lingering in the cereals. "It's okay Sawyer the wild Brad is more scared of you than you are of him." She giggled, and then let out another stream of giggles when he joked about the bottle of whiskey. "Or just the half drunk one in our kitchen?"

Sawyer chuckled at the imagery. "If he ever ran down towards me, I'd honestly sock him, it's my knee jerk reaction." He admitted, feeling safe and secure that Fauna didn't care about his past, especially now he watched her throw a punch of his own. "Well, as you can tell, I held up my end of the bargain. I'll gladly be your prisoner until the end of time. Knife of no knife." He promised her, momentarily holding his fingers up in Scout's Honour. The words about Brad made him huff in amusement, mostly because they were true, but at least Brad's internalised homophobia was presented in him being overtly nice, too considerate about personal space and boundaries. It was still a shitty thing, to be hiding away like that, but at least Brad had some compassion. "God, that would drive your dad crazy, returning a half-drunk bottle of whiskey, maybe a note on how you do prefer 'that swill' after all," He joked in reference to Percy's dismissal approach to Fauna's usual drinks of choice. "Come on, Kitten," He then said, "let's blow this popsicle stand, before the cops hunt us down."

Fauna giggled at the image of Tommy trying to run into Sawyers arms, and Sawyer just panicking and smacking him one. "I mean I would also have that reaction to a lot of my past hook ups so maybe it's natural." The irish girl suggested lightly. "I let you collar me so I think I'm keeping my end of the deal too." She agreed, returning his scouts honour with her tongue stuck out for effect. "God, he's such a dick about alcohol until he's had a couple in him and then he's suddenly willing to do a shot of bathtub gin." She sighed, and then nodded. "Rodger that Sir, on the run we go. Bonnie and Clyde for life!"

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The Waves of Determination; Nejire-Chan’s Origins

Hey MHA fandom. So this is something I don’t normally do but I want to try my hand at it. I want to give some headcanons for Nejire Hadou and how she became a hero. As you can already imagine, Nejire is very underutilized compared to her guy friends who have received more character development over their pasts, quirks and their desires to be heroes. It doesn’t feel fair to me that Nejire is often left out and barely acknowledged, from both Horikoshi and the fandom. So I kinda wanted to throw some ideas on what led to Nejire becoming a hero. They’ll be under the read more and if you have any thoughts or ideas of your own, you’re more than welcome to reblog this with your comments.

With that said, I hope you enjoy this interpretation of how Nejire became the Best Friend Hero: Nejire-Chan.

To begin, Nejire was an incredibly smart girl who did not enjoy socializing with others.

She was a brilliant A student who focused primarily on her studies and getting the best marks.

Just like her present self, she constantly asked questions about the different subjects that were taught in order to understand them better. Questions relating to why certain historical events happened. What was the best way to solve a given equation. How many cities make up Japan.

She was incredibly passionate when it came to studying and would not be deterred from solving any problem.

The same could not be said when it came to interacting with her peers.

While her classmates saw her as cool, smart and cute, their invitations to befriend her were often met with blunt rejections. She always felt that they weren’t worth bonding with due to their different interests. She was more focused on her studies and solving everything while the others were focused on playing pretend or talking about TV shows.

Such interests weren’t for her.

When she first discovered her quirk, her friends and classmates praised her for how powerful it was.

“That’s so cool Nejire!” “Look how far those energy waves went!” “She’s gonna be a great hero when she grows up!” “Definitely!” “One of the coolest heroes ever!”

But at the time, Nejire didn’t want to be a hero.

She had no use for a destructive quirk like Wave Motion. It wasn’t going to help her with her studies or become a better student. What could she possibly learn from blasting things with her hands? For her, it was an unnecessary quirk.

Nejire continued on her childhood years with her studies and believing that her peers were of no interest.

Until one fateful day…

When she was only 10 and out shopping with her parents at the mall, a villain with a giant themed quirk attacked the plaza. Everyone scattered in fear as the walls and ceiling collapsed from the destruction of the villain. Nejire ended up being separated from her family and ended up secluded in a ruined area of the mall. Chunks of concrete scattered all around, with gloomy shadows surrounding the place. Nejire was all alone in an unstable place as tremors and explosions could be heard in the background. But despite this disastrous environment, there was one thing that stood out most to her.

The sound of crying.

Following the noise, she came across a little girl hiding next to a bent over pillar. She was around Nejire’s age with short brown hair and tears in her eyes. She too was separated from her parents during the attack and didn’t know what to do. Feeling upset over the situation, the little girl could only wallow in despair as the world around her continued to break apart. Nejire knew they couldn’t just stay here forever and that they needed to move before more debris could hinder them.

And on that day, Nejire found herself doing two things that she never would have imagined herself doing.

The first thing? She looked at the girl in tears, laid her eyes on the white kitten on her T-shirt and asked her:

“Do you like cute things?”

“W-w-w-what?”

“Do you like cute things? Like that kitty?”

The girl nodded. Nejire asked another question. “What other cute things do you like?” Slowly but surely, the girl began to state all the cute animals she enjoyed. Then Nejire asked, “Do you have any pets like that?” And the girl answered. Little by little, the girl became more focused on the questions that she started to calm down and was briefly distracted by the blue haired girl. Once she was up on her feet, Nejire told her that it’ll be best for them to move forward so they won’t be trapped anymore and the girl nodded in agreement. But before they left, the girl asked her own question.

“What’s you’re name?”

“My name is...Nejire. Nejire Hadou.”

“Nice to meet you Nejire. My name is Yuyu Haya.”

And so the girls were off. Making their way through the darkened ruins of the mall, they carefully walked through keeping close eyes on the walls and ceiling above them. The noises of the battle can be heard faintly so they knew that it was still dangerous to navigate the mall. Nejire was able to find a map that provided directions to the nearest exit and followed through with the safest routes. Suddenly an explosion went off resulting in more debris falling from the ceiling. The girls moved quickly as to avoid being caught. Until they found themselves cornered and with chunks of concrete about to fall on them. Yuyu could only tremble in fear as the concrete began to fall on them.

There were two things that Nejire ended up doing that day that she thought she’d never have to do. The second thing? Using her quirk to protect another person.

Using all of her might, she stretched out her arms, aimed at the falling chunks, and activated her Wave Motion quirk. In an instant, two bright yellow rays shot out of her hands and impacted on the debris. Since Nejire never used her quirk, she struggled to keep the debris away from them. But with Yuyu and her lives on the line, she knew she needed to power through. Putting in more effort, she focused more energy into the rays and shot through the debris. Nejire breathed heavily, relieved that her quirk was able to help them out. And Yuyu was in total awe over her magnificent display in power. She no longer felt any traces of fear or despair after witnessing the blue hair girl save them. But the nightmare was far from over as they were still trapped and with more debris falling from the sky. Luckily for them, Nejire was willing to try out her quirk and what she can do with it.

With blast after blast, Nejire and Yuyu were able to power through the ruins much quicker than before. As Nejire blasted everything in front of her, Yuyu would be her eyes as she watched over everything that could be a potential threat or danger to them. Some time later, they would find themselves the exit to the mall and to the safety of the outside world. The battle had ended with the gigantic villain being arrested while the crowds of civilians were trying to reunite with each other. And to their relief, they found both of their parents who were in tears of relief after seeing their daughters safe and covered in dust. Yuyu hugged her parents and openly gushed about how cool Nejire was, how thankful she was to have found her and used her super cool quirk to save them as they made their escape. Nejire’s parents could only gleam over how proud they were for their daughter’s noble actions. Nejire herself was relieved that all ended well, but one last thing completely caught her by surprise.

“Thank you for being my hero and my friend, Nejire-Chan!”

While Nejire ended up doing two things that she never imagined herself doing, she was taken back by the two things Yuyu referred to her as that Nejire never thought of herself as. A hero. And a friend. And after everything that had happened, being a hero and a friend wasn’t as bad as she initially believed it to be.

When she came back to her class, she was surprised to see her whole class cheer for her. They heard from a news report about a blue haired girl who survived through the destruction of a mall during the attack and saved another girl in the process. Her classmates were impressed by her valiant performance and thought she was really cool. And to Nejire, it did feel pretty cool. Maybe there could be some benefits to making friends and her new quirk.

While she continued her studies as she advanced from year to year, Nejire would take the time to get to know her classmates. Her questions started with simple things such as their favorite subjects or how they prefer to study. She would ask her array of questions and would be surprised by the insightful and creative answers that she would receive from each of them. When she realized the bounty of information that can be found, she began using random questions hoping for peculiar answers. What was their favorite color. How long can they hold their breath. What do they like to do during the rainy season. There was never a dull moment and every piece made Nejire wow in amazement. While she may have earned a new reputation for herself as a bubbly airhead, she wasn’t bothered by it as she ended up receiving new information that piqued her interest.

When it came to her quirk, she began to practice it as much as possible. She was already naturally strong with her quirk, but she learned how she could also make her waves reach greater lengths than before. How her waves can not only be used to blast things but to also capture enemies and even levitate herself to great heights. There was definitely so much she could learn from her quirk the more she practiced.

Nejire would eventually find herself making her way to U.A. By keeping up with her academics and studies, she proved to be an inquisitive expert in the battle field. Her questions towards her comrades would allow her to understand their own quirks and abilities. She would then formulate the best strategies in taking down foes or accomplishing a mission using everyone’s talents. With her friendly personality and her effective strategies, Nejire proved to be a likable leader that would guide them to victory. She would soon become one of the top students at U.A. and would become acquainted with Mirio Togata and Tamaki Amajiki. In quick time, the three became great friends and would become the Big Three of their generation.

With her inquisitive nature, her powerful quirk, and a friendly personality, Nejire Hadou would be on her way to being a talented hero in her own right. One who could solve any problem by looking at all the angles. One who many in need could turn to during times of darkness, for her compassionate aura and bright energy waves would cut through the darkness in an instant. Nejire Hadou would be recognized and beloved by all as the Hero who can befriend anyone during times of crisis and despair, who can make the darkness vanish with her brilliant mind and bright waves of friendship: Nejire-Chan.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #nejire hadou #nejire hado #mha #bnha #yuyu haya #mirio togata #tamaki amajiki #headcanon #fanfiction #i'm also open to constructive criticism over anything I've written here

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