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rocknrollsalad · 5 months

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☃️ A quick little thing for both steddimas AND the steddie holiday drabbles again!!

❄️ Steve isn't having the best winter, a snow storm keeps him from all his friends, but occasionally the universe smiles down on people. And then they're kind of shitheads about it.

☃️ content/trigger warnings: i can't think of anything, let me know if something needs adding though. barely edited, I will say that lol

☃️ word count: 1710

The universe hated Steve Harrington.

If there was one thing Steve knew for sure it was that there was a higher power and it had it out for him. And that higher powers didn’t work like Santa Claus. Steve had done plenty of good in his short life, he deserved a few good things every once in a while.

Not like he was asking for much here. Steve didn’t want a million dollars or a fast car. The hot girlfriend they were all trained to want as kids turned out to be a hot boyfriend, which would be way cooler if Steve could brag about it. He didn’t even complain when all his friends moved away to college. That was better for everyone in the long run. So what was four years of missing them?

The job at the grocery store didn’t help him believe any of that though. On days when it was really tough, the job was the icing on the shit cake that Steve was forced to eat. All his friends were off, probably making new friends and going to parties, doing everything from the movies, and Steve was arguing with a woman about whether or not they were hiding cans of tomato paste in the back of the store.

Today was one of those days. Not that anyone cared about tomato paste but that there was nothing good going on in Steve’s life because the universe hated him. It’d snowed last night. Enough to make it dangerous to travel, it was nothing new and Steve wasn’t worried. However, the folks at various airports in the area were. They delayed and canceled flights from all over the country. From all the places Steve’s friends were flying in from.

Winter break officially started and everyone was returning home. Everyone. Steve couldn’t remember the last time he was this excited for winter break. The gang was going to be back together and they could have movie-worthy parties of their own. Steve included.

The first call came in a little after midnight or after three in the morning where she was. Robin’s flight was delayed. She’d get in too late for dinner and sleeping in the airport was going to make her cranky so she just wanted to come right home when she landed anyway. It wasn’t the fun, tear-filled reunion Steve imagined but he understood.

Getting ready for his shift, Karen Wheeler called and said Mike would be on a later flight and wanted to know when and which airport Steve was going to in hopes of saving Ted a trip. None of it worked out but it was enough to plant the seed of worry. The weather was going to get in the way.

Looking out the window would have done the same though. The whole midwest was getting dumped on, it seemed and Steve was looking at too much snow to drive. Against better judgment, he went and woke Eddie up. Explaining he was going to walk to work and stay for his whole shift today. He wasn’t sure how they were going to get Robin but he’d call on his lunch break and they could brainstorm.

Steve took off as fast as he could by foot, with a few shortcuts and an apology, he was only five minutes late to work. Eddie ended up calling sixteen times during Steve’s shift. Something he would likely be written up for but in this weather, the phone never stopped ringing. All Eddie’s calls were doing was stopping the absolute flood of “are you open” calls.

Not a single friend was going to make it in today, most were hopeful for tomorrow but Erica and Dustin might not even make that. By the time Steve walked home, the cold couldn’t even bother him; he was so numb from the stream of bad news.

Eddie had made a special dinner, he knew what Steve would be like, and he didn’t try to force conversation or positivity. When Steve went and laid face down on the mattress for the night, Eddie took up the other side. It was Steve’s favorite part of the day.

The next day was more of the same. No one woke him with news, good or otherwise, but Steve went through it with the same amount of enthusiasm. The lack of calls from Eddie had him hopeful people were making it through but the snow outside the store was rising to levels that slowed the panic buying. This meant Steve had to spend his shift milling around, counting the seconds, and dusting the barren shelves.

He called Eddie at lunch but he wasn’t “available to talk”. Steve wanted to reach through the phone and punch him for that. Sure he was trying to deal with someone’s arrival but they could have waited five minutes. All Eddie did was burst that hope growing by saying Lucas was stuck in Phoenix somehow.

Layovers and getting any flight possible did have them ping-ponging through the country and it was probably more stressful than Steve’s miserable day. Still, it wasn’t too much to ask for his boyfriend to give him some burst of happiness to get through the rest of his shift.

Instead, he was left to wallow through minimum wage hell and walk himself home. He grabbed everything he thought could be of use for the coming days because he’d requested the week off and wasn’t coming in for anything. Unfortunately, the liquor store wasn’t open so Steve made his way home.

There was nothing left but to make the depressing walk home and wait for the news he could finally go pick up Robin. If the others didn’t make it, Steve would be crushed but not like if Robin didn’t show up.

It was out of the parking lots and onto the first street that Steve noticed the little snowman on the hood of a car. Maybe a foot tall, two snowballs stacked up. A little face made out of gravel and one sad-looking stick arm, it looked so out of place there but adorable. Steve tipped his head like he was passing a friendly face and carried on.

When he turned down the next street there were three more. They looked like the one of the car and we’re placed right in the middle of the sidewalk. Each had the correct number of sad-looking arms and one wore a frown. Steve figured the kids who built them must live nearby.

Even when he spotted the one built upside down by the lamp post not but ten steps away from the trio, though across the street. A few houses down there was a group of four and Steve could swear they were holding stick guitars. Continuing down the same street he spotted one in a driveway. Another perfect triangle of three was in the middle of the road and Steve asked them how they were still there.

In one of the spots he had to cross the street, there was a line of six that blocked his way. Two of them had cardboard shields and suggested the culprit wasn’t neighborhood kids banding together but maybe, just possibly, the guy Steve was going home to. Hopefully, Eddie would want to come out when Steve got home so they could take some pictures before all daylight was gone.

Another turn and Steve was on the same road as his place. Five blocks down but home was in his sights. So was an army of snowpeople. At first, Steve was weaving around one or two. He found a couple of trios but the closer he got to his place the more there were. Eddie had to have spent all day at this, it was touching and definitely lifted Steve’s spirits.

In something Steve should have expected, his yard was filled with tiny snowpeople. Not all of them had details, just two circles plopped together and adding to the masses. Standing on the sidewalk, looking at the overpopulated yard, Steve shook his head. He didn’t deserve Eddie. And Eddie didn’t deserve the version of Steve he’d had lately either. Some major apologies were in order.

Against better judgment, Steve put the paper bags he’d dragged through the infestation down. The snow would ruin the bottom but he only had a few more feet to go in. He took in the sights and tried to look at the ones that did get little personalities.

As he looked at two that could be described as kissing, he was attacked. A snowball smacked square against his chest. Immediately, Steve’s eyes scanned the yard. It took ten seconds before common sense kicked in and he remembered they weren’t real, they couldn’t hit him with snowballs.

Before he could look anywhere else, he was hit with two more while one fell at his feet. “The groceries!” Steve cried, like getting any more snow on them would be a problem.

His words were called back in more voices than just Eddie’s. Though each was mocking him. Scanning the area, Steve’s head bounced around as he tried to figure out where the voices were coming from and who they were. Deciding Eddie’s band was the most likely culprit, he bent down to grab some snow and fight back.

When he stood, people materialized among the snowpeople. Eddie, Lucas, Nancy and Jonathan, Will and El, Erica, and on the porch stood Robin. Steve stood there with his mouth open, desperately scrambling for any words.

Rather than his excitement filling the air, Eddie screamed “FIRE!” and they all lobbed snowballs at Steve. Most didn’t make it but that didn’t matter.

Groceries were forgotten, Steve scrambled his way up the slippery, snowy path left for him and was greeted by all his friends. Everyone was talking at once and Steve didn’t catch a word of it but he didn’t care. How could he? Though the holiday was a week away, he’d got his very own Christmas miracle, there’d be plenty of time for understanding conversation later.

“Jonathan and Nance brought us dinner, you’ve had a hard day,” Eddie half-mocked. “Let’s get you inside?”

“Will you get the bags?” Steve asked, trying to look as innocent and helpless as he could.

“No, but Will can.”

#i wanted to do a bit more but it was a long day for me lol #hey everyone come see what i wrote now

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tootiredmotel · 3 years

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Electricity

Inspired by @ledzeppelinmixtape 's emoji prompt: ⛈

Read on ao3 or below / 2.3k words

It's 11pm and storming biblically when Dean and Cas's apartment goes dark.

"Great," Dean mutters under his breath. "Fan-freaking-tastic."

From somewhere else in the apartment, his roommate asks "did the power go out?"

"What do you think, sunshine?" Dean replies sarcastically.

He has a half-written essay in front of him, but he knows his old-ass computer won't last long unplugged, so he saves the document before shutting it off. He leans back in his chair, stretching for the first time in an hour and running a hand down his face. He actually needed a break from the screen, he realizes, feeling his eyes relax as he rubs them.

The steady rain and strong winds outside make an overwhelming white noise track, interrupted only by thunder that goes from faint and distant to deafening in volume. If Dean wasn't stressed out of his mind and completely exhausted right now, he might actually find this kind of nice.

"It's raining cats and mice out there," he hears Cas say, his voice now in the room.

Dean smiles, still rubbing his eyes with the backs of both his hands. "Cats and dogs, Cas."

"Right. Cats and dogs."

It’s really no use correcting him; the entire animal kingdom could be falling from the sky right now and there wouldn't be much of a difference. The winds are definitely knocking things over, and the streets will certainly be flooded come morning. Dean wonders for how long the university will cancel classes after this (if at all, the heartless bloodsuckers).

A particularly loud clap of thunder startles Dean. He drops his hands from his face and opens his eyes, expecting to see pitch black nothingness, but the room is faintly lit by the flashlight Cas is holding as he rummages through their kitchen drawers. He approaches a minute later and sets a candle down on the small table.

"Smart."

"Thank you, Dean," Cas says, sitting down opposite him. Dean smiles again, this time shaking his head.

If anyone ever asked him to mention one thing he likes about Cas, just one, he'd probably say how genuine Cas is, how he takes everything to heart and speaks from it as well. Dean said just one word, smart, a simple comment on the fact that it occurred to Cas to light a candle instead of wasting the battery of their one flashlight, and Cas genuinely thanked him for the compliment. He's just ridiculously cute in his earnestness.

Cas is trying to light the candle now, but their lighter is tricky. Despite living together in that apartment for a year and a half now Cas has never really gotten the hang of it.

"Here, let me."

Dean means to take the lighter from Cas and do it himself, he really does. That is 100% his intention as he reaches across the table. Except he sees an opportunity, and Dean Michael Winchester is nothing if not smooth.

He wraps his hand around Cas's, gently guiding his fingers until they’re placed just right, and the lighter clicks on with ease. Cas meets his eyes, smiling, and Dean can feel the slightest brush of Cas’s thumb against his hand. It’s a small gesture, but clearly deliberate, and it sends Dean’s heart into overdrive. Cas leans away, puts the lighter aside, and starts leafing through a book he brought. Dean’s heart is still racing as he watches him.

Scratch that first thing. If anyone ever asked him what’s one thing he likes about Cas? His hands. God. Neat nails, slightly calloused palms, and overall larger hands than you’d expect. Cas is an environmental science major and he wants to get a Ph.D. in botany, so of course, there’s a small garden on their fire escape. He tends to those plants every day with more gentleness and care than Dean has ever seen, and Dean loves to watch him, even though he has no idea what Cas is doing with them half the time. He just knows that not a single one of their plants have died under Cas’s care. He names them too.

His attentiveness. That’s another thing Dean might say if anyone ever asked. Cas left to visit his sister Anna last winter break. He left Dean in charge of the plants, three of which died inside the week. (For Dean’s birthday a couple of months later, Cas got him a book. How Not to Kill Your Houseplant. Dean keeps it on his nightstand.) Dean went out and bought new ones, but he knew Cas would notice the difference, and he did. He wasn’t mad at Dean though, and he appreciated the effort, and as Dean apologized profusely over and over again, Cas looked at him in the eyes oh-so-softly and told him he was forgiven.

How could Dean possibly forget? If anyone ever asked, he’d say that Cas’s eyes are one of his favorite things about him. One of his favorite things, period. Dean is absolutely mesmerized whenever Cas looks him in the eye, and the guy loves making eye contact, which means that Dean lives in a perpetual smitten daze. He has never seen that shade of blue anywhere else on this earth. Or maybe he just hasn’t been looking, content to get his fill of that blue by staring into Cas’s eyes as much as he gets to on a daily basis.

“Are you alright, Dean?”

Dean blinks himself back to reality. “Hm?”

“You seem… spaced.”

Dean is staring. He’s been staring this whole time. Shit. Crap.

“Yeah, um. Just tired.”

Mr. Smooth, everybody.

“Maybe you should go get some rest. I doubt the power will be back anytime soon.”

Castiel Milton, always looking out for you. It makes Dean melt.

“Yeah, maybe.” I wanna stay here with you, though, he thinks. Instead, because he’s pathetic, he asks “what’re you reading?”

Cas shows him the cover. How Not to Kill Your Houseplant. Dean breaks out in laughter.

“So you’re going into my room and stealing my shit now?”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t touch your Vonneguts.” Cas puts the book aside, an easy smile on his face. “Just wanted something light to pass the time.”

“You done with your homework?”

A soft yawn escapes Cas. “For now.”

“Dude, why not just go to sleep? You look exhausted.”

“Look who’s talking.”

Dean tries to deadpan him. He fails, because around Cas, it’s near impossible for him to not smile.

“Besides, I might be done but you weren’t.”

“And you wanted to keep me company.”

Cas shrugs as if to say I guess, but he does it with a knowing smile. The smile doesn’t falter as he meets Dean’s eyes, and he doesn’t look away when silence settles between them, the only sound being the stormy white noise.

Dean is sure he could drown in that blue and die happy.

Before that train of thought gets away from him again, Dean tears his gaze away and stretches. “We should really go to bed though, I’m not getting any more done tonight,” he says as he stands.

“Of course,” Cas says, but he grabs the book again.

“You not going?”

“I want to finish this chapter.”

The seriousness in his tone makes Dean smile. Again.

“Well, g’night, Cas.”

“Good night, Dean.”

Dean thinks he detects a bit of shakiness in Cas’s voice but decides that he’s probably just tired.

He gets to his room and changes into something comfortable, the first t-shirt and sweatpants he finds as he rummages in the dark. He goes to set his phone on his nightstand and crawl into bed, but in place of the book he keeps there and puts his phone on top of– the book Cas has at the moment– he finds something else.

It’s paper. It’s folded into the form of a book, like one of those youtube craft tutorials with bad music, and it's no bigger than his own palm. The cover is handwritten, and Dean immediately recognizes it as Cas's. He smiles, expecting a prank or joke of some sort, Cas knows how stressed Dean can get with the start of the semester. However, his smile falters as he reads the cover:

How to tell your best friend you’re in love with him.

With a shaky hand, Dean opens the small book. The first page is the only one with any more writing on it, and it reads:

You leave him a note and hope it’s enough.

Dean is storming out of his bedroom (no pun intended) before he knows it. He barely even feels his feet moving, too focused on the pounding in his ears and the dryness in his mouth. He doesn’t go into the living room, not yet; his feet stop at the end of the short hallway and he braces himself against the wall. The room is spinning and he can barely breathe.

“Cas?” He chokes out.

Cas puts the book back down on the table in front of him and interlocks his fingers in front of him. He doesn’t look at Dean– Cas, who makes too much eye contact – and takes a deep breath before saying “yes?”

He’s nervous.

Dean takes a step forward, still keeping one hand on the wall just in case, and holds up the note. “What is this?” he asks, because his brain is just not there with him yet.

Cas stands, still not facing Dean. “Dean, do you know what day it is?”

He’s asking this now???

“September firs–”

Oh. Oh shit.

“Cas isn’t today the–”

“The night we met. Two years ago.”

Dean feels his brain catching up now as the memory starts coming back to him. Cas helps, starting to recount that night.

“Two years ago tonight, I was leaving my night course at the university, and it was raining. Not as bad as this,” –Cas looks out the window and lightning strikes, as if on cue– “but pretty badly, and I was an inexperienced freshman without an umbrella.”

Dean remembers. He was walking Charlie to her dorm when it started drizzling, and it was pouring by the time he made it back to his car. Dean had a night shift at the gas station and was about to head there.

“Two years ago tonight,” Cas continues, “you invited me into your car to shelter me from the rain.”

Dean saw this guy running in the direction of the men’s dorms, which were on the other side of campus. He felt bad, and he had a car, so he opened the passenger door and let him in.

Turned out to be the most gorgeous guy he’d ever laid eyes on. He was a bit awkward, but he had no filter, which made him weirdly funny. He asked about the music playing in the car and listened intently to Dean's rambling. He laughed at his jokes too.

At the end of the five-minute drive, he said his name was Castiel, and Dean asked for his number and saved it as Cas with a thunderstorm emoji. Because even if he didn’t know it yet, Dean was already whipped.

“Two years ago,” Cas says, finally looking up at Dean. His eyes are wide and vulnerable and he looks terrified and Dean can barely stand it. “Two years ago tonight, I started to fall in love with you.”

Dean can’t breathe. His ears are hot and he can’t stop fidgeting with the note in his hand and he can’t breathe.

But his feet start moving again, out of their own volition. They move toward Cas.

“If you don’t feel–” Cas starts, but Dean swallows his words.

Again, Dean’s brain isn’t all there yet, and he doesn’t realize what he’s doing until he’s already in it. He’s grabbing Cas’s face, digging his fingertips into the back of his hair, and the note is forgotten on the table, and thunder rumbles not that far away. He’s darting out his tongue, begging to explore Cas’s mouth as he’s wanted to do since forever, and Cas lets him. He tastes like toothpaste and coffee and honey and Dean never wants to taste anyone else ever again.

Cas is wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist and pressing his entire body against him. It’s making Dean weak in the knees but it’s okay because Cas is almost holding him upright at this point. There’s another clap of thunder, much closer this time, and the lightning probably illuminated the apartment, but it wasn’t enough to make them part. They’re moving and grasping and exploring frantically, and Dean is afraid Cas is going to disappear, or that he’s going to wake up and this will all have been another dream. But no, it’s real, and they’re playing catchup on two years worth of desire and longing and love.

They eventually pull away, breathless and giddy. The only sounds are the rain and the wind. Dean opens his eyes first, needing to see Cas and make sure this is completely, definitely, unequivocally real. Cas is smiling and taking deep breaths, and a weight seems to be lifted off his shoulders. He opens his eyes a second later, and even in the darkness, even with just the faint candlelight, the blue in them seems to shine. And even though there's no power, it feels as if there's electricity crackling in the air around them. It might be the storm.

No. It's the moment. This moment with Cas is what feels electric.

“Come to bed?” Dean asks, feeling brave and going out on a limb. The only way Cas responds is by interlocking his hand into Dean’s and kissing him again.

And after tonight, for the rest of his life, if anyone ever asks him “what’s one thing you love about Cas?” Dean won’t be able to narrow down an answer.

He’ll just say: “Everything.”

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 3 years

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Opposites Attract (Paul Lahote x Reader) Chapter 3

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Warnings: Swearing

Word Count” 2.1k

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-Your POV-

They were running at a speed that seemed impossible, their size alone, impossible. The shear beauty of the animal, breath taking. This wasn’t the first time you’d dreamt of giant wolves. They visited your dreams frequently, leaving you with all sorts of un answered questions, leaving you the next day, searching “What does seeing giant wolves in your dreams mean?” Yup, you were that kinda girl. You thought there was an answer for everything, and there probably was, but you weren’t going to find the answer on google search.

You don’t know how long you’d been in the car for. All you knew was you were in pain, then it seemed to ease and a sense of comfort washed over you. Your head felt as if it were floating, snuggled into something warm and soft. A pillow perhaps? You didn’t open your eyes to check, the pain in your abdomen and now across your whole body blinding, you’d woken a few times with a jolt, and then you passed out again.

The next time you woke up you weren’t moving at all, which you were grateful for, the pain mixed with the motion of a moving vehicle didn’t do anything for your stomach, travel sickness was the bane of your life. Instead you found yourself in a room, the blinds drawn closed, the door shut, your body, in different clothes. A mens t-shirt? When did you get changed? Where were you? You looked around in a daze, sitting up slightly from the comfort of the pale yellow duvet set. Wooden log walls, photo frames scattered on every surface, subtle lighting and a wall lined with books, the smell of home cooking wafting through from the kitchen. You were in Emily and Sam’s guest room, how did you know this? Well for one all of the frames had pictures of the happy couple in, two, you’d stayed over once before, back when you’d been caught in a freak storm with Leah while on the beach. You vaguely remembered the place. You didn’t come over often, what with Leah and Sams history, that and as much as you liked Paul, sometimes you’d be nervous to bump into him. Paul! Speaking of Paul, you groaned and flopped back into the fluffy bed sheets. Paul was at the hotel when the pain started… where was he now? Did he drive with you back home?

You were about to get up when Leah came bounding through the door. “Oh good I thought I could hear you awake in here.” She grinned at you. “You look like you’re feeling much better!” You pat the space beside you and Leah climbed in snuggling up to your side.

“So, on a scale of one to ten how bad was it.” The big ‘It’ being how bad was the show in front of your long term crush. Leah shrugged as she looked at you.

“Nothing was baddd… everyone was just worried about you, you seemed to be in some serious pain, hence why we thought it best to cut the trip short, it’s probably better that were home, it was early hours when we got here so Sam said we could just crash at his.” You raised your eye at you best friend. She was being awfully calm about the whole situation. She said Sams name in a sentence and didn’t get herself worked up. You looked down at yourself.

“And the clothes? Or lack there of….” That’s when Leah grinned. You didn’t like the way she was looking at you. You inhaled the scent that was on the shirt. Sandel wood and aftershave, a hint of sea salt probably from the misty air outside.

“That’s Pauls t-shirt Y/N” Your eyes went wide and you knew you were blushing.. did that mean he had undressed you. Leah noticed the panic in your eyes.

“Before you get worked up he just leant the t-shirt knowing you’d be uncomfortable in your dress, I changed you.” You audibly gave a sigh of relief, not knowing how you’d react if the guy you’d been in love with since second grade had finally seen you in your underwear. “He stayed in here with you last night you know, to make sure you were okay. He wouldn’t leave.” Leah was now proper up on one arm looking at you. You didn’t know what to make of it. You didn’t think Paul had even known you existed… You were taken from your train of thought when something started dinging. The mobile on the bedside table started beeping as texts came through one by one. Oh god, you hoped Leah hadn’t told your parents about your episode at the hotel, the last thing you needed was for them to worry. However, you realised when you picked it up, it wasn’t your phone.

The screensaver was a picture of the guys from the res, all goofing around, it looked like it had actually been taken in Emilys kitchen. It had to be one of the guys. You realised it was Paul’s after remembering what Leah had said about him staying for some of the night. He must have forgotten it when he left. You didn’t mean to see the message but it automatically came up on screen when you tilted the Iphone in your hand.

“Such a shame we had to cancel our date last night handsome, still on for tonight?” There were a bunch of emojis next to the text, the purple devil, aubergine, water droplets. You didn’t have to be a genius to figure out whoever this girl was motives were. At first you were embarrassed, to the point where your mouth was kinda slack and Leah was asking you what was wrong. Then you were pissed.

“He’s such a dick, honestly. I don’t know why this makes him a dick, i’m just so mad. I know I’m not the prettiest, or the funniest, or most talented or anything but jesus christ I wish he would just notice me for once instead of these girls who will put out at the drop of a freakin hat!” Leah had taken the phone from you to see what you were talking about. She groaned and then noticed your whole body was shaking, in a flash she was at the door calling for Sam and the others. All you could see was red. Your vision totally blank, the covers under your hands balled up in your fists tight, your body shaking, heating up. Somewhere in the background you could hear someone shouting at you to calm down, but this time you couldn’t. You heard the sound of ripping and then all of a sudden the world around you changed. For one, everything in the room seemed to get smaller, or maybe you got bigger? You were still angry and started lashing out, only to be tackled by something from the side, leading you to smash through the wall of the wooden house. You still didn’t understand what was happening, until you heard them in your head.

“Y/N CALM DOWN! We know this is scary but you need to calm down.” It was Sams voice. In your head. Or maybe, the voice was coming from the 8ft black wolf hovering over you. You didn’t scream, you didn’t even seem scared, and it’s because you realised, you were a wolf too.

-Paul’s POV-

Y/N was safe, sleeping soundly in the room next door, or so Paul thought. It wasn’t until he heard the shouting that he knew something was wrong. Leah called for help and before he knew what had happened there was a bang and Sam was tackling a wolf on the ground outside the house.

A white wolf. Small, slim, bright, with a single grey patch of fur around an eye. Paul shifted instantly, realising the unknown wolf in front of him was in fact his imprint. He let out a low growl to Sam, even though he was the Alpha, Paul didn’t like the fact he’d just tackled his girl. He looked her over, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth almost comically, all the while Y/N stood staring and the grey wolf now in front of her, he could hear through the bond that she’d just imprinted, feel it too. Now she knew.

-Your POV-

“Hold the fuck up.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Part of you couldn’t tell if you were in a dream or had just gone plain crazy. The other part of you knew that everything was real but you just couldn’t process the information quick enough. “So you’re telling me, that our ancestors were these shapeshifters and the gene was passed down to us to allow us to shift into giant wolves and hunt down vampires. You know, Vampires, ‘I want to suck you blood’, creepy pale strong immortal beings with no soul? And werewolves, I mean, Shifters..” It was insane.

“Anddd to top it off, the man i’ve had a crush on since 2nd grade is my imprint, the person I’m supposed to be with for the rest of my life?” You glared at Paul who had the audacity to wink in your direction. Looking around you noticed the other faces, all amused at your outburst. Okay, so this wasn’t a joke, it was some sick reality you were now a part of. You hadn’t looked in Leah’s direction yet, pissed that your best friend had kept such a massive secret from you. Obviously you knew it wasn’t her fault, she wasn’t aloud to tell you the tribes secret, they didn’t know that you would be another female shifter, apparently your kind were rare. It still stung a little.

“What really sucks thought Y/N, is that you’re gonna have to cut you beautiful hair short, our human hair mimics the length of our wolf hair, hence why each of us one by one cut it all off.” Quil sat back and shrugged and Paul growled lowly, not lowly enough for heightened hearing.

“Why now. Why. I-I have school and I have things I want to do with my life.. I can’t be a shifter..” Reality had started to sink in and you found it difficult to breath. It felt like everyone in the room was staring at you and it didn’t help that you could also hear what everyone was basically saying. Your chair was pushed back with a screech, falling over and hitting the wooden floor.

“I-I need to get out of here, I need a minute..” You were out the door in a flash, Leah and the boys running after you. Somewhere in the distance you could make out Sam telling Paul to calm down and then heard what sounded like wolves shifting but you’d already made it to the tree line, being able to run faster than you’d imagined still in your human form.

The air was colder the higher up you got. You didn’t know how long you’d been running for but it had been a couple of hours before you finally stopped. In the middle of nowhere, high up in the mountains you let out a scream, one that sent flocks of birds fleeing from trees, the notes of your anguish scattering in the breeze. Everything would be changing now, life as you once knew it was gone. Part of yourself would never be yours again, having to follow a pack system. Another part of you was giddy at the thought that the man you’d been in love with your whole life turned out to be the one destined for you all along, it only took shifting into a wolf for you both to realise just how compatible you were.

You’d been alone with your thoughts long enough when you heard a twig snap in the distance. The hairs on your arms stood up and your heart started beating rapidly, turning, you calmed when you noticed a familiar figure walk out into the open.

“Paul.” You could feel the bond running through your veins, seeing him helped you breath better and the physical need and urge to be in his arms was too strong. Like he sensed it too, he was over to you in a flash, taking you in his arms, your body pressed against his, his nose buried in your hair breathing in your scent, like he was saving it to memory.

“Y/N, it’s all going to be okay, I promise, nothing bad will ever happen to you while i’m around, I know it seems scary now, but it won’t be like this forever. You’re already so strong, and I’m lucky that fate paired me with you.”

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Yoooo. I hope you liked this chapter, I’ve had some writers block recently, just trying to keep going. I’m still not sure what direction I’m taking this fic, I do know however that this is set at the beginning of eclipse! So watch out for some vampire action!

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angel-letters · 3 years

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snow days

PAIRING: levi ackerman x gender netural reader (can be taken as platonic or romantic)

DISCLAIMER: while not directly stated this story does deal with depression, and i understand that sometimes reading stories such as this one can make your own depression worse, so please feel no obligation to read it. your own mental health should be your priority. it is also important that if you are not feeling well that you reach out those around you, you’re not alone in your battle. there are also curse words, because apparently i can’t go without cursing.

WORD COUNT: 3551

DOLL’S NOTE: did i project onto this because my own therapy session was cancelled because of the snow and maybe the fact that i just hate the snow in general because it makes me feel crappy? maybe possibly, but what can you expect when i’m supposed to get 4-8 inches when normally we get less than an inch? also, before i got the chance to finish writing this i had to go work and while i was working i was reading the web comic the maid and the vampire, so as i was writing the last part of this i kept thinking of millard, like the feelings i have for that man, oh my. also, once again, a thank you to @setenuma for helping me edit this garbage.

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You hated the snow. You hated the way the cold of it seemed to seep deep into your bones, how it made your limbs feel like lead, and turned your fingers blue. But most of all you hated the burden of memories and feelings that flooded into your mind with each new snow fall.

You still kept up with your duties, completing training drills and paperwork the way you had always done. Appearing perfectly fine and normal to those in the regiment that did not know you as well, but to those that did they noticed plenty the sloppiness that took place during training, noticing how you seemed to not care if you put yourself in a position that on an expedition would have gotten you killed. There was also the new found sense of heaviness in the air around you, like you were Atlas, carrying the world on your shoulders.

Slowly as the days turned colder and colder you found yourself distancing yourself from your comrades even more, opting to spend all your free time in your office alone completing paperwork instead of staying in the dining hall with the other high ranking officers and squad leaders, drinking tea and listening to Hange ramble for hours about new experiments and discussing new training exercises.

Most still tried to interact with you, trying to cheer you up, Hange would come and try and drag you off to help with an experiment, Mike would try and hold idle chit-chat with you, and Erwin would ask for your opinions on new formations in hopes of distracting you. However in the end all of them decided that it was best to leave you be and let you come to them when you were readly. Well everyone except one person.

Levi Ackerman.

The man refused to allow you a minute of solitude. Always finding you wherever you hid, two cups of tea in his hands and a stack of paperwork under his arm. Even if no words were spoken between the two of you, for you, however, it was the most calming part of your day, when it seemed that the bombardment of memories and feelings finally slowed down.

You and Levi had always had a special sort of bond, perhaps that’s why being in his presence had such a calming feeling for you. A bond that had developed when you yelled at Flagen for being much too harsh to them and consistently offered all three of the newcomers help whenever they needed it. Helping Isabel learn to tack up her horse, answering all of Furlan’s questions about the world above, and even sneaking a tin of tea leaves to Levi after hearing about his liking of tea from Isabel. Then when Furlan and Isabel were killed you were the one that took their wings of freedom from their jackets to give Levi. It was a small gesture but it’s one that led to you being the closest person to Levi other than Erwin.

It was another one of those days where you had hidden yourself away in your office, busy signing and filling out paperwork when your door was opened, not bothering to look up as a familiar voice rang out into the room.

“Get your ass up brat, Erwins called an emergency meeting for some shitty reason,” the raven haired man grumbled, arms crossed as he leaned his back and right foot up against the door frame, staring across the room at you with steely grey eyes.

He was worried about you, yes, though he would never admit it out loud. Throughout all his time as a scout you had been one of the most consistent people he had ever met. You weren’t the cheeriest person around, but then again not many people in the scouts were (though it wasn’t without reason), but you had a kind soul and a warm smile that helped calm down even the most distressed soldier. The only problem with you was that you were secretive when it came to your own feelings. You would offer an ear and advice to any soldier that asked, but never did you let yourself show vulnerability, instead you hide yourself away until you can put a brave face on and Levi hated it. After everything that the two of you had gone through he felt like you knew more about him then he did you and he had tried everything to get you to open up to him. Asking Erwin to move your squad closer to his in the formations so that two of you could ride together, mixing most of your training exercise together, preparing tea for the two of you during late nights. He had placed himself within nearly every part of your schedule and you in his, but no matter how many inside jokes and late nights it still felt like you had a wall up that you refused to let down, even around him.

Placing the paper you had just finished on a stack to your right you placed the pen in your hand down as you stood up from your desk, and silently joined the shorter man at the door. A feeling like a knife went through Levi’s heart as you said nothing when before you would have come up with some sort of snarky remark to his jab. Instead of saying anything however he pushed himself off of the door frame and started down the hall, with you by his side, to Erwin’s office.

You sat at a large wooden table with the other senior officers. Erwin, as the commander, sat at the head of the table discussing the plans for the latest expedition outside of the walls, Mike sat to your left, Hange to your right (being loud as always), and Levi was directly across from you staring at you once again with those steely grey eyes of his. Normally you would have returned his gaze with one of your own, raising a brow and maybe throwing in a wink to make him roll his eyes and turn his gaze back to Erwin, but today you opted to turn your gaze downwards. Glancing at the papers in front of you attempted to read them, though you knew it was pointless, no matter how many times you read them over you never retained any of the information, similar to know matter how hard you tried to listen to what was being said you never seemed to be able to properly comprehend what was being said. It was frustrating to say the least.

“According to the weather experiments that Hange has been performing it appears that there will be a massive storm arriving within the next couple of days. That is why, after careful consideration, it has been decided that should a storm take place that all troops will be given the day, and following days off as it will be near impossible for any training to take place,” It was the last of Erwin’s announcements and though the blond spoke like he doubted the storm would take place, everyone knew that while often extravagant, Hange’s experiments often worked, with their weather experiments becoming fairly accurate in predicting the weather. So with the idea of maybe getting a little more sleep, and being able to escape your mind just a little, in a couple days you left the room with the others, returning to your office.

The storm that Hange had predicted did happen, starting with low howls of wind late in the night, as clouds burden with snow covered the sky, sending large flakes of snow down onto the earth. By the time that the sun had risen the next morning, though the winds had not calmed by much and the snow was still falling, large drifts of snow had formed around the scouts headquarters. With the lower ranked soldiers being informed of the day off, most stayed in the mesh hall, playing games of chess and idly chatting, while senior officers went to their offices, attempting to catch up with overdue paperwork now that they had a day not filled with training drills. You however were a different story.

You had woken up just as the sun was rising to be greeted with frosted window panes, and a chill that seemed to speed in from the outside, numbing your body even with the fire that was still going in the fireplace. The fatigue that was filling your mind also did not help the chill that had crept into your body, making you want nothing more than to sleep, and perhaps you could. Erwin had said that when the storm blows in they would all be given the day off, so perhaps, just once, you could give into your mind and just sleep. Yes a part of you screamed that no matter how bad you feel, no matter how hard it is to bury everything you’re feeling, you need to get up, go and eat breakfast and do your work. But the thought of food had your stomach in a knot and the thought of paperwork brought back the image of fog whenever you had been working the past days. So before you could tell yourself no you sank back into your bed and pulled the blanket up and over your head and went back to sleep.

Levi was in a panicked mood to say the least, though it did not appear so if anyone were to comment. He had waited for over an hour for you to appear in the mesh hall, and when you hadn’t he had merely shrugged it off as a day that you weren’t hungry (he’ll bring some bread alongside the tea he normally brings later), but slowly as the day went on and as he continually went back and forth between all of the places you went to be alone and his own office, you were nowhere to be found. He had checked the library, Mike, Hange, and Erwin’s offices, the storage closet on the east wing, he had even braved the cold weather and checked the stables. So now with just one place left, if he didn’t find you he was going to raise a high alarm, after all it was already late into the afternoon and not one person had seen you all day, if that wasn’t a reason to worry or panic then he didn’t know what was.

Arriving in front of the room that had you shared with Hange (though it was more of just your room as they tended to sleep in their lab), he tried the handle, finding it unlocked (thankfully he didn’t have to kick the damn thing down, he let himself into the room. Shivering slightly as he walked in, automatically noticing the dying fire in the fireplace, however he quickly turned his gaze to the bundle of blankets on the bed. Pushing the door shut with his hand he quickly turned the lock before he walked slowly towards the bed. Reaching his hand out to grab the blanket, he hesitated, was this the right thing to do? Should he bother you like this? But before he could decide to leave (he doubted that in that state you were that you had even noticed him) he remembered something, a promise the two of you had made.

The night sky had shone so bright that night, if felt like it was mocking him, with each night since their passing not even a cloud crossed the night sky. He may have chosen not to regret anything that happened, chosen to follow the man he had been sent to kill, but that didn’t mean grief did not find its way into his heart. As his mind clouded, silent tears falling down his cheeks, the sound of a cup being placed next to him startled him. Jumping to his feet, his hand reaching for the knife in his pocket, he was surprised to find you there, laughing softly as you held a cup out to him. Eyeing you suspiciously he glanced between the cup and you.

“It’s not poisoned if that’s what you’re thinking, I would drink it to prove it to you, but as much of a clean freak you are I don’t think you would appreciate that now would you?” Rolling his eyes he sat back down, (in the same spot he had sat every night he had come up here with Furlan and Isabel) taking the cup gratefully, though still eyeing you as you rested you arms on the way, now holding your own up between your hands, eyes aimed towards the sky.

He couldn’t help but wonder why you went through all the trouble, why you’ve gone out of your way since he first arrived, to try and befriend him (if that’s what you were trying). Even after knowing he had joined the scouts to kill one of your own friends, you had still cared enough to hand him the bloody wings of freedom that had belonged to Furlan and Isabel, and every day you made sure to greet him when passing by, or even dragging him off to train with your squad, because (and he could quote it), ‘Flagen’s an ass and you won’t learn anything from him’. Now even, you had sought him out in the middle of the night, when he was at his lowest, to offer him a cup of tea. Why, what were you gaining from this? Most everyone else still treated him like an outsider, so why were you so kind?

“You’re wondering why aren’t you? Why am I so kind to you?” you mused softly, speaking his thoughts out loud for him. Looking his way, you met eyes briefly before he turned his gaze away, silently answering your own questions. Another small laugh escaped you as he avoided your gaze.

“There’s no reason, if you must know, no reason other than I don’t think that you should be alone after everything that happened.” He scoffed at that, causing you to laugh once more, humans were selfish creatures, that much was true, so you had to have a reason, something that you wanted, but for the time being he would indulge you, you were rather calming to be around (and not just his curiosity getting the better of him). So he sat silently, occasionally speaking up, as you talked about random things to fill the silence. The two of you stayed like that for several hours into the night, and it wasn’t until you both were finally heading to bed to get the few hours of sleep that you could before you would be required to be up and training, did he ask what the both of you knew had been on his mind all night long.

“What do you get out of this, what do you want in return? And don’t say nothing, everyone wants something.” You smiled softly nodding as you thought carefully.

“I really do want nothing, but if it satisfies you, I’m doing what I would want someone to do for me if I were in your shoes, so why don’t we say that what I want in return is for someone to kick me in the ass if I ever appear to lose hope in everything, okay? Does that work as an answer for you?”

Though shock coursed through his body, he rolled his eyes, letting out yet another scoff among thousands that he had made during the night, muttering, “I suppose that works.”

“Great, then it's a deal. I keep annoying you and in return if I ever get mopey and depressed I expect you to kick me in my ass and tell me to get over it,” you said, laughing all the while.

‘If I ever get mopey and depressed I expect you to kick me in my ass and tell me to get over it.’ That was what you said, so while you may end up being momentarily pissed at him for what he was about to do, you could only blame yourself, after all you were the one who said he could do it.

Grabbing the blanket with both hands he gave a hard tug as he pulled it off of you, shaking you awake. As the sudden cold hit your body and light flooded your face, blinding you, you blinked your eyes quickly, trying to adjust to the sudden light while giving Levi a look of, ‘what the hell are you doing?’

“You look like shit,” Levi said once you met his eyes, and it was true. Your hair was a mess, your eyes bloodshot and swollen, tear streaks running down your face, your skin looked duller than normal, but those were not the things that shocked Levi. The look of absolute defeat, of brokenness shook him to his core, never had he seen you look so small and helpless, causing him to yell at himself mentally for not realizing how badly your mental health had become.

“Yeah, yeah, now what do you want,” you eyed the blanket that he had ripped away from you longingly, but made no move to try and take it back, your arms felt too heavy to move, pushing yourself to sit was hard enough.

“I’m here to get your lazy ass up, seeing as you decided to sleep all day.” You raised your eyebrows, glancing to look at the window, to see that long shadows had started creeping across the land outside of your window, the sun would be setting soon.

Sighing, Levi draped the blanket over the headboard, reaching a hand out to gently grasp your chin to turn your gaze back to him, “What’s wrong brat?”

“Nothings wrong, I just decided to sleep all day. What's wrong with that.” While you still denied it, one look, however, he could tell it was a lie. From the way your eyes watered and refused to look at any part of him, knowing that you would cave if you looked directly at him and not wanting to burden him with your own memories and feelings, he already dealt with more than his fair share.

“Don’t lie to me. And if I must remind you, you gave me special permission to beat your ass if you ever got like this.”

“I-,” you finally met his eyes, seeing for the first time the amount of worry that shone behind them, “fine,” you mumbled, slipping out of his grasp and resting your back against the wall, staring at your hands as you gathered you thoughts, trying to find a place to start. Slipping his boots off Levi joined you on the bed, resting against the headboard, arms crossed as he waited patiently.

Once your thoughts had been gathered you started speaking, telling the story of all the people you could never save. Your fellow cadets that had graduated from the same cadet corps as you, joining you as a scout (there had only been five of you who had joined that year), all of whom had died during their first expedition, leaving you alone. Of fellow squad mates that were killed saving you, fresh new cadets that you were given to train that never made it through their first expedition. The guilt you felt from not being there to save Furlan and Isabel. The screams of mothers when told that their child was dead and never returning home. Then finally, as your voice became shaky and tears had filled your eyes until you could no longer see clearly, you told him of your siblings. Of the snowstorm that rolled through your hometown, of the argument you had with your parents, how you had left right before the storm had it, leaving for a friends house, and how your younger siblings had gone out in the storm to search for you only to not be seen again until spring, about the blame your parents had placed on you, and the blame you placed on yourself. You told him everything as he sat silent, watching as your highest wall crumbled and fell to the ground.

He had known you were a kind soul, but he had never realized just how kind you were, how much you cared for people, and how much you blame yourself for not saving people who could not be saved. Stepping out of his comfort zone you reached his arms out, wrapping tightly around your torso as he pulled to his chest, whispering soft affirmations, and speaking of all the lives you had saved. And as he held you in his arms, speaking to you and rubbing calming circles on you back as you fell apart before him and sobbed your heart out, you realized something. You weren’t in this alone in any of this pain, there were others all around you who felt the same, friends, strangers, so many people in your own life who had also lost others and shared in the same grief and pain as you. You realized that as long as you reached out to those you cared, you would never be alone.

Wrapping your arms around the dark haired man, between your sobs, you whispered out a small thank you, for caring, and for reaching out.

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To me, it doesn’t make sense to make Magneto the main villain because it has been done so much before and it would connect it so much to the Fox Films. Also I think there is a GREAT laziness in writing Magneto especially in films. He generally didn’t want to kill all humans, subjugate them yes because he doesn’t trust them. Which isn’t a ‘good guy’ move in itself and he slips in and out of.

He legit murdered genocide I think when he was going to kill all humans. Like no.

I also think that the average cinema goer likes Magneto too much… or maybe that is me. It would also require them to recast the most famous faces of the franchises?

Like is anyone going to care if they recast Jean, Scott, Iceman, Rogue, Kitty, Beast even Mystique but Magneto? I don’t know. I have long been a fan of an actual Jewish actor playing Magneto but following Ian McKellan would be difficult for the casual fans to accept. I don’t think Fassbender left such an amazing impression.

Even my most average MCU fans friends (and god they love the MCU 😤 but I see past it) still talk about how much they want to see a Magneto solo film.

To me I would put the focus on their reveal and sentinels. Then again I thought they’ll go through Krakoa stuff. Like it turns out the mutants have been living on this Island etc

With the ‘simpler times’ comment I have to for the sake of my sanity have to think that it was because Pietro knew where he was. Things were clear to him, as much as it hurt he had his sister. The following trauma had not occurred. Again I don’t think this is true but I am trying to reason bad writing. He didn’t doubt his morality but was indebted and controlled. Shitty actions were out of his control.

I don’t read Avengers so I didn’t know he was shelved for so long.

I think the Trial of Magneto is trying to ride on the coattails of Wandavision because even though she’s not a mutant a lot of the internet was wanting Magneto to show up. So what is the best way to get those fans who wanted to see that? Set up a family comic book where they establish the family again because I guess the MCU fans heard they’ve changed their background and themselves didn’t like it.

I see the Trial of Magneto as something poorly thought out as they saw what the audience was interested in. The timeline kind of clashes uncomfortably with Inferno. Which makes me think it was wedged in there to ride the Wandavision train and undo the retcon on the side of the main storyline.

Thank you for reading my essay/rant

Ok so I'm going to first say you have a lot of great thoughts and great on picking up the whole forced feeling. You are right, it does feel wedged in there and it does feel forced because that's exactly what Marvel did.

The Trial of Magneto was supposed to be an X-Factor plot, it was Leah Williams next arc, here's an article link talking about her podcast: link (yes I know it's bleeding cool but I don't have time to listen to the podcast)

Leah Williams tells us that X-Factor was canceled because Leah's pitch for the Magneto/Wanda story for X-Factor, now called Trial Of Magneto, became such a popular pitch at Marvel but they thought the reader numbers for X-Factor wasn't big enough for this story, so they wanted it as a separate comic. And canceled X-Factor #10 rather than seeing it run as originally planned, with the Trial beginning in X-Factor #15. Williams says she only learned about the cancellation of X-Factor when she was writing #9, so as she had to finish the series quickly, squeezing six issues worth of story into those last two issues, calling it "cramped and rushed".

So I'm not a fan of Leah but the way Marvel treats it's writers has always been terrible so this cancellation doesn't surprise me. Could this be about W*ndaVision? It's likely, but it's more likely this has to do with Hickman bowing out. It's no secret literally everyone hated the retcon and I always knew it would be undone but I didn't think it would take 6 years but here we are.

Hickman leaving is a bigger thing, he stated in an interview ( link ) that he had planned Krakoa and X-Men to be a 3 arc story, and he wasn't allowed to move onto the 2nd arc because the clowns at Marvel liked the idea of Krakoa too much and I'm so mad because that's exactly the kinda behavior that annoys me with the fans, them thinking Krakoa is just a fun playground for the mutants to mess around with.

"Oh, plans have changed entirely," Hickman says. "When I pitched the X-Men story I wanted to do, I pitched a very big, very broad, three-act, three-event narrative, the first of which was House of X. And while this loosely worked as a three-year plan, I told Marvel upfront that I honestly had no idea how long the first part would last because there were a lot of interesting ideas that I had seeded that other creators would want to play with, and so, we left this rather open-ended. I was also pretty clear with all the writers that came into the office what the initial, three-act plan was so no one would be surprised when it was time for the line to pivot." Hickman continues, "However, I also knew that I was cooking with dynamite, and it was very possible that what I had written in House of X, and the ideas contained within, was not actually the first act of a three-act story, but something that resonated more deeply and worked more like Giant-Size X-Men, where it would represent a paradigm shift in the entire X-Men line for a prolonged period of time. So, during the pandemic, when the time came for me to start pointing things toward writing the second-act event, I asked everyone if they were ready for me to do that, and to a man, everyone wanted to stay in the first act. It was really interesting, because I appreciated that House of X resonated with them to the extent that they didn't want it to end, but the reality was that I knew I would be leaving the line early."

I'm so MAD because the thing I was predicting, that Hickman would have it come crashing down and everything would be revealed to be terrible and Mutant Death Sex Cult Island wasn't a paradise is never going to happen because the fucking CLOWNS at Marvel don't want him to move past it. I may have my personal gripes about some of Hickman's writing but we can't deny the man wrote one of the best if only the best Marvel Event with Fantastic Four/Avengers/Secret War.

As for the simpler times comment, like I have my theories that I wrote out here, and that's what I think is most likely but I do think Pietro's life has never been easy or simple once his adoptive parents died. Pietro could be drinking to a time before the Brotherhood.

I would love for a Jewish actor to play Magneto and any other characters who are Jewish. I would love for a Jewish writer to be able to write them too. However Ian's performance literally set him in the minds of the people as Magneto, not even Fassbender's bleh one note Magneto could compare. Imo the only reason people liked the younger Magneto was because he was young, handsome (? ig idk i dont simp for him) and they could ship him with young professor X (cowards. where is the old man ship???) But I feel like a new actor could definitely fill the role if they are Jewish and the writing was good.

Magneto's writing in comics... well I just wish we could have a Jewish writer for him. There's some great stuff for him but I feel like characters like him and Doom could be written better by non white/american writers.

Although by today's standards the og X-Men trilogy doesn't hold up I will defend the first two movies with my life simply because after Blade these movies opened up the idea that a good serious, non campy version where characters called Magneto and Cyclops were taken seriously. X2 in my mind was the definitive X-Men movie. Was it totally comic accurate? No, but it doesn't do what the MCU does, it doesn't treat the watcher like they need to have their hand held through all the military propaganda and "hints to the comics". Also side note; the reason no one cared about any of the other X-Men being recast is because all through most of the X-Men movies the focal story point has been Professor X vs Magneto. If they really want people to care about those characters/actors then we would need stories that focused on them. Not like how Storm barely had any character growth or plot in the og X-Men and even young Ororo got mishandled by the script. This is why I feel we should have "origin movies" for the X-Men that don't do what Wolverine Origins did and try to make a whole new cast but instead should use the stories as they are. If it was Kurt's story then we would see him join the X-Men, and have the other actors revolve around that. Same with each of the others, the X-Men work best when they are working off each other and each given enough screen/page time to shine. Unfortunately we all have our favorites, even movies and writers, so those are who are going to be pushed for fans to love.

Thank you for your long rant and sorry for my own long rant/reply.

#xmen #x men #comic talk #xmcu #magneto #erik lensherr #imp answers

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catzula · 4 years

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Lost and Found

250 followers! Thank you! I couldn’t edit this, it’s pretty late where I live, but I think it turned out pretty well and I'llprobably edit it in the morning, so, ugh, enjoy!

btw I just realized this is my 25th post and it’s funny since it’s also 250 followers thank you post hehe also a last minute edit of oh shit I had a taglist and like ily aah first time tagging someone @astroninaaa

Bakugou x fem!cat quirk!reader

warnings: kissing, cursing, it’s 7.6k- I swear I tried to keep it short but I couldn’t, being very annoying to each other- I don’t know tbh

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers au

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It wasn’t a secret that you and your neighbor didn’t like each other, but what many people didn’t know was how deep this dislike was. You were in a war, fighting each other openly or secretly, but always finding a way to irritate each other to the most.

You groaned when you heard loud thuds coming from the apartment right next to you, waking you from your one of many daily naps. Trying to go back to sleep, you closed your eyes and snuggled even deeper to the blanket fort you have made, but had to open them once again when you heard a louder thud followed with a string of curses, and guessed that he probably had tossed into another furniture. Really, how long does it take for one to get used to the placement of their furniture?

Pressing the pillow you were hugging to your ear to cancel out the noise, you took a deep, irritated breath, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep again. You could hear his every move, whether it was because of your heightened hearing abilities, or because he was generally a loud person, you weren’t sure. When you finally heard him settling down on the couch, you hoped to sleep, groaned with frustration when he turned the tv on, and like always, on the loudest setting.

”Oh my god!” You screamed into your pillow, sitting up from your sleeping position. Everything was much better before he had moved to the place right next to you. When you didn’t work on your college assignments, you usually slept when you were home, so you wished for silence, and you had no problems with that whatsoever until he moved to the apartment next to you.

Though you weren’t the only one unhappy because of their neighbor. Bakugou, too lost countless hours of sleep because of the cats whining and screaming every night, since it was really common of your quirk for the cats to feel and want to be closer to you. It was like every cat in the damn neighborhood was pulled to you, and they all seemed to be very agitated since they just never shut up. Bakugou needed his sleep -so did you, but it seemed he wasn’t aware of that… or simply didn’t care- and it affected his life enormously when he couldn’t get his sleep, as it had been affecting him the past few weeks.

He had bought a cat repellant for that, a device that released a sound only cats could hear, to prevent the cats from lurking around the building, not even thinking of its effect on you. After only an hour of using the device, he heard a very aggressive knock on his door, only to find his downstairs neighbor glaring at him. Her hair disheveled and ruffled like a cat’s fur would be when it was angry, purple bags under her eyes, and her face pale, looking like she came to his door straight from a war.

He also noticed how one of your socks were missing, and the odd scene of one clothed and one bare foot made him want to laugh. He didn’t know it was because of the many cats that liked to steal your stuff since they thought of your scent relaxing.

It wasn’t the first time he had seen you, but it still took a moment for him to recognize you. His gaze wandered on the tail wagging behind you and the pair of cat ears on your head, grimacing when he caught himself thinking about how cute you looked.

”What do you want?” He asked with a glare as intense as yours, but you gritted your teeth and kept glaring without answering his question. He could see your cat ears twitching with the now increased sound since you were closer to the source. ”What- what the fuck is that?”

”What is what?” Bakugou raised his shapely brows, though he was well aware of the reason you were here. Your eyes roaming in the room, trying to find where this goddamn noise was coming from, you looked so irritated that he felt his lips twitching to a smile at the sight.

Without waiting for him to invite you in -not that he would do that- you entered his house, walking to the table that stood in the middle of the room. Your ears were twitching constantly with irritation, your tail not moving anymore.

”Hey, what the fuck are you doing, just walking in my damn appartement?!” He shouted, holding and pulling you back from your elbow, but you easily pulled yourself free from his grip with the adrenaline flowing in your veins. And Bakugou was a smart man, one look you sent his way told him to stay away from you.

The room was unexpectedly tidy, especially for a guy as impatient and angry as him, and the caramel scent you always sensed whenever you saw him now even stronger. A small, black device on the table caught your eye, noticing it was that that caused you to go insane.

”This! What the fuck is this? ” You took it to your hands and brought it closer to your eyes to examine it closer, though the ongoing noise making you shriek with discomfort.

”Is this a cat repellant?!” You blurted out, now even angrier. Quickly putting the device back to its place, he noticed the pure disgust on your face. You turned back to face him, meeting his blood-red eyes that were twinkling with amusement. Seeing him enjoying this made your blood boil, you physically had to hold yourself back from jumping on him and ripping that stupidly good looking smile off of his face.

”You bastard,” you choked out when he didn’t answer, ”you bought a cat repellant?!” Pressing every button on the device, you desperately tried to stop the sound. ”Of course I did.” He answered, the amused look in his eyes now gone with your insult. ”Your cats wouldn’t let me sleep! They’re so fucking annoying.”

”Is that so? ” You asked, taking a deep breath of relief when you finally closed that shitty device off. ”Am I supposed to buy a Bakugou repellant, then? Since you’re so fucking annoying, too. ” You shot back, and you had to admit, it wasn’t nearly as clever as you wanted it to be, but it still worked since Bakugou was seemingly fuming.

”You little- You have the audacity to come into my house, force yourself in, and talk to me like this? You really are as dumb as you look.”

Your eyes narrowed, hands itching to throw a punch right across his handsome face. When you stood silent he sighed with annoyance. ”Get out already! I don’t have time for this shit.” He pulled you towards the exit, but you still had much to say. Apparently, Bakugou knew what you were thinking since when you didn’t exit the room, he simply took the device and turned it on.

Hearing the sound so suddenly made you choke on your words for a second or so, making you want to carve your ears out. ”You- you-” You tried to talk, but he couldn’t care less.

”I said get out.” He ordered, and you did, though not because you were afraid of him, but because the sound was unbearable. Storming out of the room, you promised yourself to annoy him as much as he did you.

This day was the beginning of the war between you two (though you never once heard that noise again after that day, and you were secretly grateful… not that you would admit to that).

You made the cats jump on him when they saw him, get in his apartment, and shed as much as they could whenever they had the chance, making them steal his socks and small trinkets just to piss him off, so in return, he became the loudest neighbor ever. Using the tv in the loudest setting, playing that goddamn drum set every now and then -hitting hit like his life depended on it-, training on the punching bag he hung on the wall that was joint with your wall, you could swear he bought the loudest vacuum cleaner available, and he always played that horrible horrible music that was almost as bad as the cat repellant.

Your cats left furballs in his balcony, he sprayed lemon juice to your balcony, somehow knowing the citrus smell always made you gag and gave you the worst headaches. It went on and on, and it was just getting tiresome at this point, but neither of you was willing to back off.

Stretching your muscles that were stiff from sitting in one place for a long time, you couldn’t help the cat-like moan coming out of your lips, remembering you had another assignment that was due a week from today, though knowing yourself, you would either do it today or the last day. Deciding it was better to at least start it today, you stood up, going towards the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat, though the sudden lack of noise coming from next door making your ears perk up with curiosity.

You listened to him a bit, trying to guess why he was so quiet all of a sudden, but shrugged to yourself and took a snack out of your cupboard. You were going to the balcony to work on the assignment when you heard the water running, explaining the sudden lack of noise.

Since the marble ground in the balcony always made your feet feel cold, you looked for your socks, and you could swear you left them right on the counter, though it wasn’t much of a shock not to find them there. The cats loved to steal or move stuff that belonged to you, and a small part in you felt a little better since Bakugou was going through the same thing.

Since you and Bakugou shared a balcony and both enjoyed being outdoors, it was hard to escape each other, and crossing paths out there always led to the worst arguments. So you were glad to have some quiet time you could spend alone here.

You sat down, sipping on your coffee as you tried to find a comfortable position. As you opened a new word document, you bit your lip, thinking of a strong sentence to start the essay. It was always the hardest to write the first few sentences, you thought. You made a motion to tie your hair, only to find your hair tie missing, too.

Diving deep in your thoughts, writing and erasing the different versions of the same sentence, you hadn’t realized Bakugou was done with his shower, nor had you noticed him and another familiar face coming out, joining you in the balcony.

“Oh, hey Y/N-chan!” You heard someone call out to you, the sound making you let out a small shriek of surprise. It was Kirishima, one of the rare people who visited Bakugou often. His red hair was as spiky as ever, and it always made you wonder how he styled his hair to get that spiky style. Kirishima’s hair always had that hair-gel smell to it, unlike Bakugou’s caramel and mint-scented ones, indicating Kirishima’s hair was not naturally spiky.

“Hey, hey- It’s just me!” He told you when he heard your shriek and noticed how you tucked your tail anxiously between your legs. It took you a few seconds for your nerves to calm down and accept that he wasn’t a threat. “Oh, I’m sorry Kiri-kun. I wasn’t paying attention.” You said with an apologetic smile, noticing how Bakugou winced as you called his friend Kiri-Kun.

Bakugou had a pair of shorts and a shirt on, the black shirt clinging to his frame that caused your ears to twitch in embarrassment of your thoughts.

His ashy hair was still a bit damp, though it was obvious he blow-dried them. You didn’t expect less from the control-freak, though, you could do without that mind-fuzzing caramel scent of his.

“Oh, were you working on something?” Kirishima smiled sweetly as he glanced on your computer screen. “Yeah,” you answered with a pout that meant it’s-not-going-well, making his smile wider. “It’s not important, though.” You closed the screen since you weren’t actually doing anything other than looking at the blank word document.

“Oi, shitty hair!” Bakugou called out when you kept talking with his friend, both of you ignoring him in his part of the balcony. “Come here.”

“Aww, missed me already?” Kirishima teased, causing Bakugou to growl with annoyance. “If you don’t come here right now-” He stopped mid-sentence when he heard you sigh. The crimson gaze quickly turning to you, the annoyed look on his face left its place to straight on angry.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“Can you at least try to be a little more quiet? You’re hurting my ears.” You answered with a mocking look, though what you said wasn’t exactly the truth. Disturbing, maybe, but not quite hurtful.

“Can you try to be a little less annoying? You’re hurting my nerves.” Kirishima pouted when Bakugou shot back at your unnecessary attempt to fight with him. “Now- Bakubro, that’s not something you say to a lady.”

Bakugou looked like he had a lot to say, but surprisingly, he chose to stay quiet. Instead, he sat in his place with a grumpy pout on his face and arms crossed on his chest, the sight caused an odd, tingly feeling to spread in your chest. “Will you come here already?” He finally asked when Kirishima kept making small talk with you.

“Eh,” Kirishima sent him a toothy grin as he scratched the back of his neck, “why don’t you just come here?”

“Haah?!” Bakugou blurted, making your ears to hurt for real this time. “I’m not sitting with her!”

“And I’m not sitting with him!” You answered though the blunt response of not being wanted did hurt just the little bit. Denying this feeling, you glared at his crimson eyes, the ones that were challenging you to do so. It took at least 30 seconds before Kirishima interrupted the silent war going between you and Bakugou, finally allowing you to blink or look away. “Oh, quit being a baby, you two.” Kirishima muttered, rolling his eyes. “Both of you are adults enough to sit together for an hour or two without killing each other.”

When Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance and looked away, Kirishima pestered him. “Right, Bakugou?” It was a secret challenge, you were sure. If you started an argument, you would lose. And God knew, you would rather die than lose to him.

So without protesting you sat back in your place, followed by Kirishima, who was grinning mischievously. Bakugou was the last to sit down, displeasure and annoyance evident on his face. You took a long sip of your now cold coffee, sending a teasing smile to Bakugou in the process, earning an annoyed “tch” from him. You noticed he did this quite often.

“So,” Kirishima said cheerfully to at least diffuse some of this heavy tension in the air. “How are you, Y/N-chan?”

You shrugged. “Not much, I guess. I’m a little bored at home, and it sucks that I can’t even sleep because of a certain someone.” You didn’t hold back from sending one more look at the blonde’s way.

“Serves you right,” Bakugou growled, his eyes narrowed into slits, “since I can’t sleep either.” You noticed Kirishima snickering as he rolled his eyes with irritation.

“Must be something in the air.” He joked, an attempt to stop the fight before it started, but neither of you was paying attention to him.

“Oh, really? You can’t sleep, and that’s my fault?” You asked quirking a brow up and scoffed when he nodded curtly. “I’m not the irrationally loud one around here, am I?”

“No, your cats are the irrationally angry ones.” Bakugou answered, weaving his hand through his now dry and messy hair, a way of showing his frustration. Your eyes followed his hand, gulping when you noticed your mind started to wonder how it would feel like under your touch.

Noticing how one small act diffused your anger and fuzzied your mind almost instantly, you felt even angrier than before. “Oh, yeah.” You exclaimed. “That should explain why you bought a fucking cat repellant!” His teeth gritting with annoyance, he was going to answer if it wasn’t for Kirishima whose eyes widened with genuine shock.

“You did what?!”

“You heard it! I was losing my mind because of him.” You muttered under your breath, remembering that god awful sound, shivering because of the memory.

“Then make your cats shut up!”

“For the love of God, they’re not my cats! I can’t do anything to stop them from wanting to be closer to me.” Well, that was a lie, but they didn’t need to know that. It was just that the cat’s presence calmed you, making you feel a little less lonely.

“Beats me.” Bakugou answered, though didn’t hold back a ‘You either make them shut up, or else’ look. This only made you angrier, you could feel your hands itching to punch him in his smug face.

Both of them were well aware of how your tail was perking and ruffling behind you, indicating just how irritated and angry you were. “You’re just so god damn annoying, I can’t even-”

“Guys, guys.” Kirishima stopped you by holding your arm when you sprinted on your legs, either to jump on him or run inside, you weren’t sure either. “You did tell me you were going to sit like an adult and not fight, right?”

“He started it!” You felt like a child, but it was okay since he was acting like one too.

“Me?!” He growled, his eyes never leaving yours, and you felt the odd urge to gulp. Taking a deep breath, you sat back down when Kirishima looked at you with a brow quirked up.

“Can you play some music?” You asked for a change of topic. When Bakugou reached for his phone, you grimaced, remembering the things he often listened to. He saw the sour expression on your face and rolled his eyes.

“Now what?”

“I didn’t say anything!” You protested though you kept making a face, you sighed when he looked at you demandingly. “It’s just that… your music taste is kinda lame.”

“What?!” He blurted out, looking genuinely shocked, which amused you just a little bit. Kirishima was roaring with laughter, obviously not expecting that either. “My music taste is the best in the fucking world!” He grunted, his cheeks slightly tinged pink.

“Not to me.” You shrugged, which caused a grumpy expression to find its place on his face. “Then you just have bad taste in music.” He reached for his phone one more time, not breaking eye contact once as he opened a song. You expected that loud music he always seemed to enjoy but were surprised when you heard a soft acoustic guitar instead.

“Oh, I love this song.” Kirishima muttered as he closed his eyes and went along with the song, causing Bakugou to send you a knowing smirk that just screamed ‘See? Even he likes it’ And you couldn’t deny it was… good.

“Well, it’s not that bad, I guess.” You admitted hesitantly, forgetting how bad you were at lying, thanks to your feline parts. This only made Bakugou’s smirk even wider, almost turning it to a genuine smile that made him look even more handsome than he already was, and you felt like smiling back at him. Kirishima stood up, mumbling about getting coffee as he went inside, but neither of you paid attention. “I didn’t think you listened to these kind of music, too.”

“That’s on you for being prejudiced.” He mumbled, and you furrowed your brows. “Prejudiced? If there’s anyone prejudiced here, it’s you!” You protested at the accusation, making him lean even closer to you, so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him.

“You don’t know anything about me.” He told you with a low voice that sent goosebumps down your spine. You could feel your breath hitching in your chest, your heart beating like it was trying to scare him away. “I might not know you personally, but I know what type of a person you are.”

“Oh, really?” He quirked his brow, interested. “Do tell me. What kind of a person am I?” He looked like he was just teasing you, but you could see how serious he was under his cynical mask. “Well,” you started your sentence without thinking, “you are a selfish, self-centered, egoistic man who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself.” You exclaimed as you thought about all those times you were awoken from your sleep, that god awful day you almost lost your mind, and the times you had the worst headache because of the citrusy smell he kept spraying on your balcony.

“You want everyone to do anything you say without question, expect them to do everything your way and the way you want it to be, not even thinking about how it would effect them!”

He stood silent at your sudden exclaim, and you didn’t miss how his upper lip curled in a threatening manner. His ruby eyes burning with anger, you couldn’t help but think how beautiful they looked.

A few seconds of silence past, making you wonder if you went too far, and just as you were about to apologize, you noticed his eyes softening just a little bit, a small smirk finding it’s way on his soft-looking lips. “You know, you may be right in all those.” He muttered his voice so low that made your tail stay still with- excitement? His smirk grew wider when he looked at your still tail and perked up ears, and you knew he was well aware of your feelings.

“But,” He started to talk, once again leaning closer, so close that his porcelain skin just millimeters away from your face. “how are you any different, than me?”

Now, that was the last thing you expected him to say.

And it was the only thing that could leave you speechless like this. Your mouth slightly agape, you looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, rapidly trying to find an answer to turn this all around.

But instead, you had to admit defeat.

You sighed as you stood up, taking your laptop and your half-full coffee mug off the table. “Touché.” You told him with a small smile, and you saw him smiling, too.

***

Standing up, you opened your balcony door to have some fresh air and take a break from the essay you just weren’t able to perfect. You had finally managed to finish writing, but editing was just as hard. Rubbing your temples, you stretched your muscles, bored from doing the same thing for the past few hours or so.

As if it wasn’t bad enough, your thoughts had been drifting to the handsome man living right next to you almost constantly. You couldn’t help but replay the conversation you had that day when Kirishima had visited him, and even if you didn’t want to admit, your opinion of him had been changing this past week or so.

Throughout the past one or two weeks, you noticed how these balcony conversations started to happen every day, sometimes even twice a day. You somehow managed to cross paths every single day -you didn’t want to admit, but it wasn’t exactly wrong that your balcony visits were getting frequent at this point, in hope to… catch a glimpse or have a conversation- what you didn’t know was that it was the same with him, too.

He found himself looking your way whenever he was out, sitting in his side of the balcony. Or when he was watching tv or anything, his eyes always looked at your side to find a glimpse of you, going out with two mugs of coffee in his hand when he saw you, your laptop open in front of you, your tail wagging and ears twitching whenever they caught a sound. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you sitting there, typing something with a displeased look and furrowed brows.

And even though you concealed it immediately, he always caught the bright smile that sat on your lips whenever you spotted him with an extra mug of coffee in his hands.

“Oh, hey.” You muttered when you saw him coming out of his apartment, trying to wear his slippers without spilling the coffee (one of his socks was missing, and you found this to be hilarious). The mixture of his caramel scent and the coffee smell caused you to short circuit for a few seconds.

Pressing your lips together, you tried to suppress your smile, but you were half sure your tail gave your emotions away. “Working hard.” He grunted, and you nodded, this time unable to conceal the smile hanging on your lips.

You shrugged, closing your laptop, fully aware there was no way you could focus on your work when he was sitting right across you -especially looking this good, did he do something with his hair? How did he look this good this early in the morning?-

“How’s Kirishima?” You asked when the silence ensued. His brows twitched with the question, but he grunted. “Good, I guess. He’s working hard.”

“Oh, and here I am, thinking that it was because of me boring him to death that he wasn’t visiting anymore.” You joked, finally able to get a responsive smile back form him. “That, too.” He answered.

He watched as you sipped the coffee he brought -oddly, it was just the way you liked your coffee- and smirked when a relaxed smile appeared on your face with the familiar taste.

“This is… really good. Thanks.” You mumbled, feeling how your cheeks were starting to heat up. You were about to ask something unimportant just for the sake of talking when he suddenly leaned in, his face so close to yours that you didn’t even notice his hand above you, touching your hair with a softness you didn’t expect from him.

You couldn’t even question what he was doing as his hand straddled your hair, his ruby eyes slightly narrowed and looking at you, his tongue sliding on his soft-looking lips, focused. His caramel scent now so strong, you held your breath, or maybe it was because of the excitement that caused you to do so.

It wasn’t something he had planned to do either, more like a pure instinct that caused him to lean closer to you and try to take that stray leaf that was stuck in your hair.

Your eyes wandered over his flawless face, and just as you did so, his eyes lowered to yours, only to find them looking at him, wide open. The way you looked at him was so sweet, so innocent, and so unlike the anger he thought he would see, it caught him off-guard, his hand slipping and grazing your cat-ears, instead.

His thumb caressing your velvety ears, it was a natural reaction of your body, to close your eyes and lean into his touch, and a deep purr escaped your lips, making you both look at each other with widened eyes.

A few seconds of silence past as you prayed to god or whatever force there was, that he didn’t hear the sound that just came from you. But your hopes died when he looked at you like you grew a second head.

“Did you-” He stammered, causing the heat on your cheeks to worsen, “Did you just purr?”

“I didn’t purr- sh-shut up!” You exclaimed, but he wasn’t over it yet, apparently.

“No- no, did you really just-” His hand that was still on your head moved slightly, and even though you were expecting it this time, you couldn’t conceal how your body flinched and how your tail moved with the feeling of his hand on your ears. The smirk that was growing on his lips didn’t help either.

“Can you- can you stop that?” You whispered, and he chuckled. “What, this?” He asked, moving his thumb ever so slightly, just to be able to see that expression on your face, one more time. The way you closed your eyes with an animalistic instinct, your ears twitching under his touch, and it felt so right-

“Y-yes, stop that please.”

He pulled back, sipping his coffee with a smug grin on his lips. “Didn’t know my neighbour was so sensitive.” He muttered into his mug, not helping your situation the slightest bit.

“Of course my ears are sensitive!” You protested, trying to shake the embarrassment away. “I am a cat after all.”

He hummed, agreeing to what you said, but somehow it felt even worse when he agreed to you.

***

“Oh my fucking god!” You screamed at the annoyingly loud music coming from the other side of the wall. Standing up, you walked to the joint wall, feeling even more frustrated when you felt your concentration fading. Just a few seconds ago you were on fire, working on the essay like it was the last thing you were going to do, and now, it was gone forever.

You looked at the small USB drive that stood on your desk, the one that held every document that was supposed to be on your laptop.

Since your laptop was quite old, it didn’t have enough space to hold many things, so until you had enough money to buy a new one, you came up with this solution, though, it wasn’t very practical.

“Bakugou!” You hit the wall with all your might, trying to get his attention. “For the love of god, can you please shut the fuck up?”

You knew he could hear you since his grunts and snickers were audible to your ears, but he didn’t seem to care, he turned the volume up, instead. Gritting your teeth with annoyance, you started kicking the wall.

“Ba-”

thump

“Ku”

thump

“Gou!”

thump

“I’m trying to-” Your voice was muffled by the guitar solo. “I’m worki-” You tried to scream when you finally heard the guitar solo coming to an end, but your words once again faded when the drums started to play, this time even louder than before.

“Bakugou, I’m working here!” You screamed, knowing it wouldn’t reach him. Huffing with annoyance, you ran your fingers through your hair to look somewhat decent and got out to the balcony. You didn’t notice how you left the USB on the counter, or that you left the balcony door open when you ran outside.

***

Bakugou grinned when he heard a soft knock on his balcony door. He was well aware of who it was, and he ignored how fast his heart suddenly started to beat when he heard the knocks.

What he couldn’t ignore was, however, that it wasn’t him being stupidly stubborn when he played that loud music. He knew you were working, and a tiny voice his mind told him that if he played it loud enough, he might get the chance to see you.

Bakugou gave the punching bag one or two last punches before he turned to the door and opened it for you, a smug grin that you were now used to see -and somehow even started to like- on his face. You looked thoroughly annoyed, though he was well-aware of how your tail swayed behind you with excitement and playfulness.

You had pajama’s on, a little too light for the chilly night. Bakugou grunted in a disapproving manner, though he did skid aside, a way of telling you to get in already. As you took the silent invitation, both of you were thinking of the same night, when you had barged in his house for buying a cat repellent. He couldn’t help but smile at the odd memory.

“What’s your problem?” He asked in fake annoyance.

“You’re being too loud!” You protested though the smile on your lips and the sparkle in your eyes gave your act away. “I can’t work because of you.”

“Must be because I’m a smug bastard who doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” He teased, the words 'but then again, so are you’ unspoken, but very much told. You rolled your eyes at the attempt to get you flustered. “And I’m here to tell the smug bastard to be quiet for a few fucking hours so I can work, 'kay?” You told him with a challenging look as you made your way back out to the balcony.

“Whatever the princess says.” He answered cynically, but his smile was genuine for once.

“Goodnight, Bakugou.” You finally gave in and smiled back brightly, and he felt this odd tingle in his chest, which had been happening quite frequently lately.

“Goodnight, princess.” The nickname was meant to be cynical and mocking, though somehow it felt endearing, instead.

With a smile on your lips, you turned back to your apartment, the lack of noise from the apartment next to you a pleasant surprise, making your smile even wider.

Your smile faded when you looked at the USB that was on the counter. Or more like, lack thereof. You were sure you had left it right there, and then you had just-

Oh, shit.

You could smell the cats that were here a few seconds before you, and there was no mistake, it was them who took it along with a few other stuff. Groaning and cursing, you started to walk around the house, frantically searching for the little USB drive, looking under the tables and cupboards, under the fridge, over the fridge, under the curtains…

Running your hands through your hair, you got out of your apartment, not even aware of how cold the night was. If it wasn’t in your apartment, you knew only one other place they could hide your stuff in. The garbage.

Groaning and cursing, you arrived at the big, smelly green thing that was almost a second house to the stray cats. The cats felt your presence before they even saw you, running away for their lives since they could feel how furious you were.

“Where is it?!” You asked them before they could get away, but they ignored your question and ran, leaving you alone in this miserable place. No matter how in contact you were with your feline side, you could never understand how cats could feel at ease in the garbage.

Biting your lip in hesitation -is it really that important? Can’t I just rewrite the 200 files in there?- you rolled your sleeves up, disgust boiling in the pit of your stomach. You finally managed to get one foot in there, the smell and the feeling altogether making your eyes water with disgust, and you were well aware, the second you let your guard down, you would throw up.

What took the most courage was to put your hands in there and actually move the trash. You could only thank God that not everything was out in the open, and most was in big black trash bags, but some were ripped open and scattered, thank the cats.

Even if it was the most disgusting thing ever, you did get used to the sickening smell and the feeling of sitting on top of the trash. Whenever a cat got close to you to apologize, you threw whatever was in your hand at them -along with a string of curses-, making them realize you were pissed.

Bakugou was smiling when he closed the door after you. He tried to stop smiling and be annoyed with you, but how could he when you looked at him like that? He remembered how you purred that day when he had touched your soft ears, the memory only making his cheeks red and his grin wider.

He was going to go on with his workout when he heard a noise coming from outside. He frowned when he realized it was once again the cats scattering and playing with the garbage. He was going to ignore it, but he groaned in annoyance when he heard a loud glass breaking sound. They were particularly messy today.

Wearing the sweatshirt that was on his chair, he went downstairs to at least scare them away, but as he got closer to the source of the sound, he also noticed someone talking to themselves, grumbling and mumbling under their breath, and he noticed it was you in the garbage, and not cats.

His eyes widening when he got sure it was you -he could recognize your voice, especially when complaining- cursing and searching the trash.

You noticed his presence, your hands coming up as if to say I’m not guilty, and you looked at him with horror. “Wh- what are you doing here?!” You stammered when he kept looking at you with disgust and confusion.

“I should be the one asking that.” He answered, “What the fuck are you doing in there?!”

“I- I’m-” How were you even supposed to answer that? “I’m searching for something.” You finally admitted, tears swelling in your eyes, and this time, not because of the smell. “The cats stole my- and now I’m- I gotta-” It was especially hard to talk as you tried to hold back your tears, you realized, not even able to make a full sentence.

“What?” He asked, rightfully confused.

“I- I left my USB on the counter- and now it’s gone! I had my assignments and everything in there and now I can’t find it.” You finally managed to answer, you could feel a tear sliding down your cheek and you couldn’t even wipe your tear since your hand was dirty.

“For fucks sake, how did you even-” He stopped talking when he heard your sniff. “Wait- are you crying?”

“No!” You answered, biting your lip. “It just smells really bad in here, the heightened smelling abilities and shit, you know.” You lied, not very good, though.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah- right.” Expecting him to turn around and go his not disturbingly bad smelling home, but he got a little closer to you, instead.

“Scoot over.” He told you after inspecting the garbage with his ruby eyes, looking very- very uncomfortable.

“What?” You asked as you dropped the trash that was currently in your hands. “You heard me.” Bakugou muttered. “Scoot over, I’m coming in.”

“You’re going to help me?!” He scoffed when he heard the disbelief in your voice, and you couldn’t suppress the odd feeling of relief washing over you. It wasn’t having someone next to you to help, but it was having him near you.

He held the cold metal, pulling himself up and joining you in your misery. “Thank you, Bakugou.” You muttered as he settled to the place next to you, a sour expression on his face, caused by the disgusting feeling and smell.

“Whatever, let’s just find the shitty thing and get out of here already.” He grunted, and you smiled.

***

Drying your hair with a towel, you were finally able to get rid of that awful smell. Bakugou was already clean and dry, sipping something out of his mug. You were surprised to see him sitting out in the balcony, despite the cold weather and the late hour.

“Hey,” you muttered, running the towel through your hair one more time. You heard him grunt in response, not raising his head from the steaming substance -it was coffee, you realized, and you noticed there was one mug right where you usually sat, too- and sat across him.

“Is the shitty thing still working?” He asked, breaking the silence. He scoffed when you nodded. You were about to thank him for the 100th time when he leaned a bit closer to you, his eyes narrowing and lips curling in a frown in displeasure.

“Didn’t you dry your hair after taking a shower?” His hand touched your hair. Not giving you the time to answer, he stood up and sat next to you, instead. “You dumbass, it’s fucking cold.”

Shaking his sweatshirt off of him, he pulled it over your head, dressing you with it, even though it was a little too big for you. He closed the hood and hid your cat ears and damp hair under it, his scent all your mind could process for a second or so.

His thumb touched your cheek softly as he closed the hood, Bakugou noticed how you leaned into his touch or drew a sharp breath as he traced a soft line with his touch.

Suddenly, his presence was overwhelmingly strong, your bodies so close and his face near yours, your mind only occupied with him and him only. His gaze dropped to your lips as you took one more sharp breath, ruby eyes darkening as you rolled your lip in your mouth anxiously.

“I-” You started to talk, but stopped when you noticed you had nothing to say. Maybe you should thank him again, you thought, and as you were about to do so, his thumb that was on your cheek pressed in, in a warning manner.

“I swear to god, if you thank me one more fucking time-”

“What?” You asked, not realizing you were getting closer to him, so close that you could feel his soft breath on your face. “What will you do if I thank you one more fucking time?”

He saw the challenging smile that was forming on your soft-looking lips, swallowing the excitement that was rising in his chest. “I will- silence you.” Bakugou answered, also smiling.

“Well then, thank you Ba- mmph!-” Bakugou was a man of his word, after all, so he did what he said. His lips closing in on yours, for the first time in your life, you weren’t mad at someone for not letting you finish your sentence.

***

Your head right on his chest, you could hear his steady heartbeat, the sound oddly comforting. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, holding and not letting you an inch away from him, the other softly stroking your hair and your ears, smiling at the feeling of you purring right on top of his chest.

It felt so nice to be so close to him, your hand in his ash-blond hair, running your fingers through them. You moved in your place a little, snuggling into him, making him grunt in annoyance. “Stop moving, shitty woman.”

You smiled, moving even more just to annoy him even further. He was going to say something when a loud cat scream caused both of you to shut up. You could feel him gritting his teeth, his irritation evident, and you weren’t making it better by laughing at him.

“You know, this is all your fault-” He protested, but was once again interrupted by the cats. “For fucks sake- can’t you silence them, at least for one night?”

“Okay, okay. Just this one night.” You always liked hearing the cats, they made you feel lonely, but tonight, you didn’t need them to make you feel better.

You opened the window, leaning a bit as you glanced at the blonde that was watching you with much interest, sending a small smile his way as you opened your mouth and shouted. “Shut up!”

Bakugou didn’t know what exactly he was expecting, but he definitely didn’t expect that. “Is that it?” He asked in disbelief as you settled back on top of his chest, his arms wrapping you immediately.

“Yup,” You nodded, a cheeky smile on your face. He shook his head side to side, though he was laughing as he did so.

“I would’ve done that sooner if I knew,oes d it work on you, too?.” He muttered in your hair and laughed when you punched him. Pulling back slightly, he made you look at his face. “So it doesn’t work.” He grinned when you rolled your eyes. “But, still, that was fucking hot.” Bakugou muttered, leaning in to kiss you one more time.

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The Sniper and The Medic: Chapter 7

Starring: Crosshair, OC Joan Vo, Tech, Hunter, Wrecker

Chapter Warnings: Mention of injury, mentions of bullying

Taglist: @proadhog @skippyhopperwisdom

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Chapter 7: On the Mend

It was a full week before Crosshair saw Joan again. She canceled his check-ups, so he could use the time to rest instead, and Tech served as the messenger to report on his healing progress. And he was progressing, thankfully. The pain eventually subsided and by the end of the week, he didn't have to actively think about breathing anymore. As long as he was careful with his stretching and other movements, he was almost good as new.

In addition, their ship had finally arrived, and much to everyone's relief, Hunter stopped the simulation runs in favor of working on the craft instead. They outfitted it with all the tools and weapons they could get their hands on, and each took turns piloting through the storms of Kamino. They weren't allowed to break the atmosphere, but it would only be a couple short weeks before they were officially deployed anyway.

Crosshair found himself at a mental crossroad. They were getting ever closer to the moment he'd been waiting for his whole life, the day he finally got to leave this forsaken place. To say he'd hated his time here would be an understatement. The experimenting and the bullying and even the way it smelled.... He couldn't wait to finally be free of it. To be on real missions, not simulations. To see real trees and feel real dirt. To use his marksman skills, the only thing he was good for, to do something important.

But then there was Joan. There was hardly a moment he didn't think about her. He couldn't help it. She was unlike anyone he'd ever known and he couldn't get enough. Her voice, her smile, her gentleness, her confidence. Going a week without seeing her had been hard; he wasn't sure what he'd do the day he'd have to leave, and probably never see her again....

A sudden snapping noise came by his ear, forcing him to shake away his confused thoughts and turn with a scowl. Tech was scowling back.

"You didn't hear anything I just said, did you?"

Crosshair hadn't even noticed him approach. They were in the hangar, Hunter and Wrecker arguing nearby about what to name their ship. Hunter wanted The Marauder because it sounded "slick." Wrecker wanted The Havoc because it sounded "badass." Crosshair was staying out of it. And Tech had been gone for most of the day.

"Where've you been?" he asked.

Tech readjusted the pack he had slung over his shoulder with a huff. "If you'd been listening... I was doing some research on Felucian Gelagrubs in the library."

Crosshair almost started tuning him out again, until his brother looked up with a playful smirk.

"And then I ran into Doctor Joan. She was wondering if you were well enough to take her up on that deal yet?"

"What deal?" came Wrecker's voice, muffled by some food he was chewing on. Apparently he and Hunter had finished their argument and were more interested in this new conversation.

"Cross promised to teach Joan how to shoot once he felt better. I told her you were feeling much better, and she said she'll have a few free hours tonight if you're interested."

Crosshair wished he could smack the smug grin off Tech's face. And shove that turkey leg down Wrecker's throat to stop his howling laughter. Only Hunter wasn't making fun. If anything, he looked confused.

"But she knows how to shoot," he said with a frown. "She's told me...."

Tech shrugged, starting to walk toward the ship's ramp. "Maybe she wants a refresher?"

"Or she wants to cozy up to Crosshaaaair," teased Wrecker.

Crosshair felt his face growing flushed. He was about to snap at them for being idiots, but Hunter intervened.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm sure Joan didn't mean anything by it..." Hunter paused with another frown. He didn't sound convinced; in fact, he sounded concerned. But then he shook himself and gave Crosshair a nod. "If you want to help her practice, fine by me. Just make sure you help us with the paint job before you go."

Hunter gave the ship a fond tap on its hull.

"What name are we going with?" asked Tech.

"The Havoc Marauder."

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Crosshair made it to the simulation room before Joan. He programmed it to Felucia, inspired by Tech's mention of it earlier. It was another green planet, but with stranger-looking flora and a mist that hung low in the air.

"This your favorite?" came her low voice. It was a little raspier than usual; maybe she'd been talking a lot that day.

Crosshair swallowed down a wave of nerves that threatened to overcome him. It was so nice to see her again after so long apart.

"It's a good challenge," he shrugged. "Decreased visibility. Uneven terrain. Hostile flora and fauna."

Joan stood beside him, looking around. She was wearing the same outfit as last time and had her hair braided back. A standard-issue DC-15A blaster rifle was strapped across her back.

"Did you steal that from a reg?"

She didn't laugh like he'd hoped, but she did have a faint smile. She swung the rifle around and held it firmly, confidently. "It's mine. Most medics were only given pistols, but my troop let me have this one."

"So you do know how to shoot," he said.

Joan lifted the rifle to her shoulder and aimed up at one of the simulation targets on a tree. She fired and made the hit.

"A straight shot with no stress or pressure, I'm not bad..." She then grimaced. "But I was never good in an actual firefight. They only gave me a gun for self-protection. The rest of the time I just focused on tending wounds, let my brothers take care of the cover fire."

Her use of the term "brothers" did not go unnoticed to Crosshair, but he didn't comment on it. He nodded his head and brought out his own gun. It was a much superior model than hers, but he wouldn't show off. Not too much, anyway.

He led her to some higher ground and got to work, teaching her what he knew, just like she had taught him the week before. He went over posture and breathing. He threw in some facts about angles and trajectories. He had her find an "anchor" for herself, a way that she would always hold the gun and her body, so no matter the situation, she could fall into that comfortable position. And he took any opportunity he could find to place his hand or his arm around her.

This was his life, things he'd engaged with for years and years. And even though he only had mere hours with her, he wanted to share as much as he could.

Joan was a good student. She wasn't the best shooter, but by the end of the night, she had made some improvement. She was no longer hesitating with the trigger and managed to take down a simulated Acklay despite being scared of it. That was a win in Crosshair's eyes.

When she finally showed signs of fatigue, he turned off the sim and sat with her on one of the benches along the walls. They sat in silence for a brief time, and Crosshair was grateful she didn't seem uncomfortable by it. He let his head rest against the wall and closed his eyes.

"Is Tech okay?" she eventually asked.

His eyes reopened, only so he could furrow them in confusion. "Yeah, why?"

She shrugged and stifled a yawn. "There were some... uh, clones bothering him in the library earlier. Wasn't sure if it upset him."

"He didn't mention it," Crosshair said with a clenched jaw. He really hated when the regs messed with his brothers, especially Tech.

Joan shifted to better face him. "He's a hard one to read. Most of his visits, I'm answering his millions of questions about human anatomy. He only puts stats on his chart. Like that assignment I had, to write things about yourselves? He drew a diagram of his body with arrows pointing out his height, eye color, body fat percentage...."

She chuckled softly and Crosshair found himself joining in. That sounded like Tech, alright.

"I don't know. I just want to make sure he's not really hurting inside. You were the one I thought I had to worry about. Wrecker wears his emotions on his sleeve. Hunter's guided by duty, so it's easy to predict what he feels."

"And me?"

"You put up walls. Which I get. It's hard to be... you." She cocked her head with a knowing look. "But when you respect someone, you let them in. And from there you're an open book."

He frowned. "I am not."

"You kinda are though," she laughed. "I can always tell by your tone when you like certain things or not. Scowling is your default, but when you're really upset your jaw clenches. And..." she looked down in her lap with a small smile, "you blush sometimes when I talk."

Crosshair's eyes widened in horror, which only made her laugh more.

"It's okay. It's... flattering."

He gulped. Her cheeks were pinker than usual as well, but that must have been from the training they just did. Surely....

"I'll, uh... I'll keep an eye on Tech," he stuttered. "He'll be fine."

"Good." She clapped her legs and stood up. "Well anyway, I won't keep you up much later. Thank you for the lesson. It was fun."

He stood, too, and decided to say, with a shake in his breath, "I hope it won't be another week before I see you again?"

"Well, I guess I should take another look at that little wound of yours soon."

"Tomorrow?"

Her smile faltered, ever so briefly, and Crosshair panicked. Was he sounding too eager?

"Sure. I should have some time... three o'clock?"

He nodded with an internal sigh of relief. She let her gaze linger on his for just a moment more, and he started to think maybe, just maybe, she had been blushing after all. Maybe there was a chance she liked him back.

He hoped she did. But at the same time, he knew it would only make it that much harder to leave....

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Changes... (Batsis OS)

Warning: Angst, self-degradation, OOC Bruce, Angst again, body-shaming (mentioned) Word count: 3094 Summary: Your family notices that you start to change. When you deny the changes they start to investigate... What they find doesn’t make them happy.

This was requested by an astonishing Anon: Hi! First of all, I love your blog! I was wondering if you could write about the bat family defending their bat sister from a fat-shaming boyfriend. Please and Thank you!! 😁 A/N: This went way further and into a completely different direction than I had expected...But I still like it and I hope so will you. It’s not really about the defending and more about the consoling, but I added some defending (more or less) at the end. I also knowingly tried not to actually say what body type the reader has so that everyone can imagine they’re own version. Body shaming can go in both directions after all.

Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. They couldn't quite put their finger on it, but something about the way you acted and held yourself seemed different to your family. Other than one would think it wasn't one of your siblings who lived with you who noticed it first. Maybe it was because they actively tried to ignore it, or it was because they didn't want you to be different than usual, but nonetheless, the person who noticed first was Duke. Ever since he became the signal, ever since he became part of the family, you, as the heart and soul of Wayne Manor, made it your personal quest to make him feel included. And as part of this quest, the two of you met up bi-weekly for- how you called them- "brother-sister-dates". You always made 100% sure to cancel everything else in order to attend. So when you cancelled one, saying you didn't feel well and that you'd make it up to him the next time, he was confused. But it wasn't enough to worry him. But when you cancelled the next date because you had "other business that just couldn't wait," was when it started to bother him. But he didn't have any real proof that there was something wrong so he couldn't do anything but mentioned it to the rest of the family when they were going through Gotham on your day off.

It was then that the rest started to realize it too. At first, they saw little changes. That you went to your room almost every day as soon as you came home. That you sat there quiet when it was time to eat dinner. That your smile stopped reaching your eyes. It was almost uncanny. But when they asked you about it, you smiled and waved it off. Said things like: "Don't be silly, everything is alright," or "Don't worry your pretty little heads, I'm fine." That calmed them for a while, but it still gnarled on their minds. But then the big changes came. You started to stay out after school longer, coming back in the evening saying- much to Alfred dismay- that you've already eaten. You asked Bruce to be excused from Patrol for a while, saying that you didn't feel like you were on top of your game and since he also realized that something was wrong, but didn't know what to do about it, he allowed it, saying that a few weeks without you, while you were training, wouldn't be a problem. The biggest change where your clothes. You usually wore things with fun, colourful prints on them. Dresses with roses and tulips. Skirts with numbers and signs. Blouses with Avocados on them. And you usually wore fitting pumps or sneakers. Some people would compare the way you dressed to how they imagined a modern fairy to dress. But now... Now you wore dull oversized sweaters over duller oversized shirts with grey, black or dark-blue jeans and black shoes. Jason recognized some sweaters to be his, others looked like they could be from Bruce himself. It was like you were trying to disappear in the fabric. But again, when they asked you, you found a way to escape the question. It was then that they had enough. Something was very, very wrong with you and they intended to fix it. They wanted their sunshine back. Their Y/N. And so the trailing began. After a rather violent fight about who would be the best choice, it was Cass who was waiting on the roof of Gotham Acadamy for the bell to ring and you to leave school. What happened after wasn't what she expected. When you stepped out of the building there was a boy walking along with you. He had his arm around your shoulder and smiled at you, but- even though you also smiled- your whole posture told Cass that you felt uncomfortable and inferior. The two of you walked to an old, rusty car parked on the school ground and got into it, immediately driving away. It was easy for your sister to keep up with the car, but something bothered her. Here and there she caught glimpses of you on the passenger seat and there was a darkness in your eyes that made her blood boil. The car stopped at an apartment building in one of Gotham's nicer neighbourhoods and the boy, who held your wrist tightly and dragged you along as if you were an in-obedient dog, entered and drove with the elevator to one of the higher level apartments. With some swift movements, Cass found herself standing on one of the windowsills that allowed insight into a room that seemed to belong to a boy your age and was this highly likely to belong to whoever you went with after school. Her thesis proved positive when the door opened and the boy, still dragging you by the wrist, came storming in. After he had closed the door he finally let you go and Cass noticed how you started rubbing the spot where his hand had been. Her anger started bubbling up further, but she couldn't intervene. She watched as you sat down onto his bad, seemingly making yourself as small as possible, while the boy ravaged through his room. Talking constantly and keeping on making a mess with his things, seemingly no real goal in mind. Sometimes it seems like he asked you questions, but he never waited for an answer, only looking at you annoyed before getting back to what he was doing before. That went on for almost an hour, now and then he stopped on one spot for a few minutes, playing with something or just looking at you with some unidentifiable look in his eyes. You never said a word, never moved either. Then he finally stopped and sat down beside you on his bed. His hand found yours, but you made no move to escape his grin. In fact, you returned the hold and kissed him on his cheek. Cass's eyes widened and she was utterly bewildered when the boy turned his head and his lips met yours in a kiss that would be sweet if the boy wasn't such a brute about it. The hand that didn't grab yours moved to your thigh and harshly grasped it. Cass's hand was raised and she was close to crashing the window and getting you out of his grasp, but then the boy stopped kissing you and moved away. He looked...disappointed. Cass saw that he sighed and she saw the look of displeasure in his eyes and the look of regret in yours. You said something and Cass read the words "I'm sorry," from your lips. That seemed to anger the boy even further and the following conversation- or rather monologue- was loud enough for Cass to hear it through the window. The family really had to do something about this situation.

The sun was already leaving the sky when you came home. You hadn't noticed Cass following you on your way, nor did you notice the eerie quiet filling the manor. You only noticed something was off when you got to your room and found your dad sitting on your bed. He was looking at a picture that usually sat on your bedside table. It depicted a scene that happened on a stormy fall day a few years earlier. You had made big plans to go to a fair with all your siblings, but they all had to cancel because of the weather. The disappointment had been crushing, but Damian, Cass and Tim wouldn't let you stay so sad. They came into your room, told you to get dressed in rainproof clothes and immediately left again. When you came outside in your bright yellow rain boots, jacket and hat, you were welcomed by the sight of your family in matching rain outfits in all different shades of black, red and, in Steph and Babara's case, purple. That was how it came to the picture. On it, you were sitting on Jason's shoulders, your arm around Damian who sat on Dick, with the rest of your family in similar positions beside you, all of you soaking wet. Soaking wet, but happy. Bruce noticed your presence and looked up, meanwhile laying the picture back at its place, a sad smile on his face. He patted the space beside him. You sighed, but complied with his silent demand and sat down beside him. As soon as you were beside him he embraced you with one arm and pulled you to him, laying his chin onto your head and keeping you close. You reciprocated the hug warily, not quite knowing what this could be about. Had something happened? Did someone die? were the thoughts that immediately filled your head. After a few minutes, Bruce let go of you again but kept his hand on your shoulder. "Is-Is everything okay?" you asked worried, your brows furrowed. "Don't worry, everyone's fine, I'm not here to give you any bad messages." "Then why are you here?" you asked, now rather confused by the situation. Your father wasn't a cold man or anything like that, but he wasn't the most emotional person either. you were happy to get a hug or an "I'm proud of you" once in a while, but that was how things were with him. "I noticed," he started, but seemed to wrestle for words, "that you have been absent lately." You flinched, hoping he wouldn't notice, but knowing that he most likely did. It wasn't easy to hide things from the 'greatest detective in the world'. "It's really nothing, okay?" you said softly as if you were the one who comforted him, "I'm a teenager. I'm just going through some girl stuff right now." That was your ace. The 'girl-card'. Something Bruce couldn't quite refute and would hopefully get him off your back for the time being. He would most likely ask one of your sisters to ask you again a few days from now, but you would be able to think something up until then. Now you just wanted some peace. "I know that you're lying," blocked Bruce your excuse with a hesitating voice. It threw you off. "What?" "Listen, I know I should've tried to talk to you first, but," he sighed and you noticed that he took his hand away, "I asked one of your siblings to follow you." Your eyes widened, while what Bruce just said sunk in. "You- You did what?" you asked, your voice trembling dangerously. "We all noticed that something is wrong with you. I didn't know what else to-" "How could you!" you screamed, jumping off of the bed and backing away from Bruce. "Y/N, listen-" "NO! YOU LISTEN! IT'S MY LIFE AND, AS LONG AS I DON'T WANT IT TO BE, IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHAT'S GOING ON INSIDE IT!" Now Bruce stood up, trying not to seem threatening, but still towering over you. "Y/N, we are just very worried okay? You're keeping things from us, then you start your wardrobe, and now-" he stopped and looked at you unhappily. His eyes were full of sadness and something that you identified as pity. Seeing that expression cooled you down a bit. Your trembling shoulders coming to a rest. Bruce sat down again and looked at his hands as if you were a wild animal that could be driven away when you got looked at wrong. You stayed where you were, maybe not as furious as before, but still angry. For a while, it stayed silent in your room, neither of you moving from where you were. It was as if time stood still. It was Bruce who broke that stasis. "I know about the boy." Your breath hitched and you crossed your arms in front of your chest, thinking that you knew where this was supposed to go. "I wanted to tell you, okay? We only become an item a few weeks ago, I was still searching for a way," you said somewhat bitterly. "That's not what I meant." "It's not?" now you were confused again. "Then- then what do you mean?" "Cass heard what he said to you. What he called you." Your heart skipped a beat and not in a good way. You wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in your throat and all that was left were the tears build up in your eyes. Bruce was still not looking at you, but you noticed that he was clenching his fist angrily. "How could you just let him say these things to you?" You managed to swallow the lump of unsaid words in your throat, finding the energy to say something. "It's not like that... He- He really loves me," you mumbled, still not being able to fight the tears that now threatened to spill. Your dad finally looked at you with a look of utter unbelief plastered over his face. "How can you think that?" "He told me," you mumbled weakly, avoiding his eyes and sliding down onto the floor below you. "Y/N, sweety, please look at me." You kept looking at the floor, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes. "Please," he said again and his shoes came into your field of view. You took a deep breath and rubbed over your eyes to clean them from the tears that fogged your sight. Then you looked up and met the loving, caring eyes of your father. Not the disappointment you expected, you were used to lately. "Y/N you can talk to me." Now the sobs started to shake your body. "He said he loves me," you stated again, this time louder, shaking your head. Bruce sighed again, clearly not happy about the situation and still worried, and sank down beside you, but still keeping some distance between you. "Do you love him," he asked the question that you had been frightened off. "I do," you said firmly, before looking at your hands and at the still slightly red mark on your wrist, before you paddled back: "I-I don't know. I don't think so." "Then why are you with him? It is okay to change your mind, it is okay if you change. You don't have to be with him just because you liked him a week ago, you know that right?" You didn't answer, you didn't look at him, you didn't move. "Y/N?" "I know... but-" you shake your head and returned to your previous silence. "But what?" "It doesn't matter if I love him. I can be happy that he likes me." Bruce was speechless at what you said but quickly caught himself again. "What do you mean?" The sobs started again and you buried your face in your hands. "You know what he says, what he thinks about me... about my body. He says that no one could ever like someone like me." It was hard for Bruce to understand your muffled speech, but the parts that he understood combined with what Cass had told him about was enough for him to know what you were talking about. "Oh honey," he mumbled and engulfed you in his arms, pulling your sobbing form into his chest "Why would you ever believe him?" Even though he asked a question, he knew not to expect an answer. And he knew it anyways. When someone you liked, even if it was not romantically yet, told you again and again that you were too fat/thin, ugly, a disgrace... After a while, you'd start to believe it. "I know this might sound hard to believe right now, but you're beautiful the way you are. You don't have to change for someone who doesn't deserve you. And if you ever feel the way you do right now, I want you to know that you can come to me, come to everyone in this family, and we will tell you just how amazing you are," Bruce mumbled into your hair, loud enough for you to hear, in a soothing manner. As if on cue the door fell open and your siblings all came tumbling in. And seeing the great vigilantes of the bat family laying on top of each other on the floor managed to get you to let out a mix between a sob and a giggle. Maybe it was time for you to come back to your family...

After the talk with Bruce (and later your siblings and Alfred who all wanted to let you know just how much they loved you), you stayed home for a few days with your father's permission to get back to your old self, not answering a single call or message from your (now Ex-)boyfriend. But you couldn't stay out of school forever so your siblings made a plan. They'd deal with that douche of the equivalent of human trash. Obviously (since some of them were grown-ups with jobs and responsibilities) not all of them were able to come, but the next Monday morning when you, Damian and Cass left the car and stepped onto the school ground, Jason, Tim, Duke and Harper were already waiting near the brick wall surrounding Gotham Academy. When they saw the three off you, they came over and immediately encircled you like your small private army. You slightly rolled your eyes at them, knowing that they couldn't just walk with you through school the whole day, but smiled nonetheless. That smile faltered when you saw him standing in the entrance, looking angry. Around the same time you caught sight of him, he saw you and immediately started to stomp over to you, seemingly not noticing the people surrounding you. His eyes were focused on you and made your skin freeze, it was like you were fixed to the ground. Harper, who had been walking behind you, noticed your lack of movement and followed your eyes. "Is that him?" she asked loud enough for your other siblings to notice. You nodded. "Damian, take Y/N to her first class please, the others and I have a few things we want to talk about with that jackass," stated Jason with no room for discussion. Not that Damian cared who tried to anyways: "But I also want-" "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but we just want to scare him, maybe rough him up a bit, but not kill him." Damian scoffed, but still took your hand uncharacteristically soft and walked with you to another entrance to the building, taking you away from the riot that was to follow. Let's just say that your Ex never bothered or even talked to you the way he did before (or in general) again.

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Consequences (Part 4 of Fairy)

The final part...It’s a bit rushed but I want to finish this series.

Warning: None, just past Yandere mentions.

No gif because I can’t seem to find one that fits the theme...

After Kai saw Eri clinging to Midoriya Izuku on that street, he knew a storm is coming.

Before all the fighting could begin, Overhaul sends you to one of his vacation homes in the outskirts of Mustafu. ��You can come back soon, once I deal with those troublesome heroes.”

You kissed Kai goodbye, knowing this might be the last time you seen him. Should you be sad? No. If he is killed, you can finally have your life back.

After the Villain Overhaul was arrested, the police searched all the properties owned by the Yakuza, and they found you and your son in a cottage sitting on the edge of a forest.

Your son has Kai’s brown hair and golden eyes, although his features resembles you more. He has no idea what is going on, as he cried when police took down the henchmen stationed outside.

When you walk out of the house, they are stunned to see you. (hero name) had been declared deceased sixteen months ago, yet here you are in flesh, and seem to be good health.

With their help, you broke those quirk-cancelling bracelets for good. Then you retrieved your son from the cottage and left with the police, without looking back.

“Where is Eri? Is she safe?” When you are told that she is safe in the hospital, you finally let out a laugh. Eri is safe and sound now, far away from Chisaki’s clutches.

They also told you Overhaul lived, although the league of villains had destroyed his arms. Maybe that is for the best, a part of you did not want him to die, but you know he cannot keep living as a threat to society.

“Ms. (l/n), you say you been living in captivity since your supposed death?”

“Yes. Overhaul hired some Villains to attack me, faked my death and snatched me away.”

“And this child...It’s his?” “Yes. However he is innocent, he needs his mother.”

The police can forgive a faultless baby, so the next day you both are free to go.

Your picture was all over the news that day, although you never let the media catch a glimpse of your baby. He is innocent, unlike his father.

Your old apartment has already been cleared out, so you decide to go stay with your parents.

Your parents are overjoyed that you are still alive, less so when they noticed the little boy you have in your arms. They were taken back at first since they know this is his son, but he is a sweet grandchild who does not cry on most nights, so they warmed up to him eventually. They are retired, so you leave your son to their care as you resumed Hero duties at your old agency. You are grateful that your boss is still willing to take you back as a sidekick after your long absence.

Your old clothes can hardly fit, and you did not take any clothes when you left. So you did some shopping for you and your child. Blue suited him more then black, as you once suggested Kai. You are right, too bad you cannot make this remark to him.

To pick up the slack of sitting idly for the past year, you trained relentlessly. Often getting up before the sun rise and got back home after your son’s bedtime.

However you would spend your days off with him, scrolling him through the park, changing his diapers (Kai never let you do that, he said it is filthy).

Your friends all agree your son is adorable, but they will not touch him. They will come around, you comfort yourself.

Many newspapers and magazines want interviews with you, they eagerly want to know what happened to you in the past year. But you turned them all down. You want your son to have a peaceful upbringing, unbothered by the media.

You went to visit Eri often, brining her some schoolbooks and stuff animals. The doctors were afraid you might trigger her dark memories, but when she heard you are here, she demands to see you at once. She starts to call you “Sister” again after Overhaul is out of the picture. Eri also rambles about how these two kids bravely saved her-Lemillion and Deku, you never met them in person, but they sound like wonderful people.

It was after two months, you first thought about visiting Kai. He must be a mess right now, behind jail bars of Tartarus. So you requested a visit through the Commission.

“Chisaki, you have a visitor.” Who could have come to visit him? Expect you.

Even though you hate him with all of your heart, seeing him strapped to a chair without his arms still produced some sympathy in you.

“How is our son doing?” “Chisaki, he is my son. He will not live his life as the son of Overhaul, a villain.”

Then there is a minute of silence between the two of you. “You seem to be doing quite well in here, I got nothing to worry about. Gooday, Overhaul.” Words full of sarcasm and mockery. You signaled the guard, preparing to end the visitation early.

“Is this how you speak to your husband, fairy? Freedom has rotten you mind.”

“I am not your goddamn fairy, Chisaki. Those things do not exist. We are never married, so I am not your wife either. I hope you are happy in here because you are never getting out. I’m getting my life back, without you.” Tears slides down your cheeks, tears of joy this time. You want to shout those words for a long time, and man it feels good to spit it out.

“Am I really that bad?” He asks as you walk out.

Now that you give it some thought, Kai is not THAT terrible. He did kidnap, imprisoned, and made you have his son, but you were pampered. He never yelled or starve you. All he did is making threats on your quirk.

It was a normal day in your agency, and you are fulling out a report of a villain sighting before going out on patrols with your boss. Your boss suddenly requires your presence.

It is the two kids Eri keep telling you about. A tall muscular blonde and a short green hair boy. You welcomed them into your office.

“I am (hero name). How can I be of assistance today?”

“We are just here to thank you for your help.”

“But I wasn’t even there when you rescued Eri.”

“Eri said you cared for her and protected her from Overhaul. Without you, she might not even make it this far. Thank you.” They bowed.

“I should be thanking you two. Without you I might be still stuck with Chisaki in that damp basement.” You offered them refreshments, but they said they are in a hurry and left not long after.

Your son would live a normal life, grow up without knowing he is the son of an infamous villain.

Maybe he would have the Overhaul quirk, or your wind one, it does not matter much.

All that matters is that you would raise him well, as a normal little boy instead of the heir to a yakuza. He would grew up under your name, not the Chisaki name.

He won’t ever know about Overhaul.

#bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha overhaul #yandere bnha #kai chisaki #yandere overhaul x reader #yandere overhaul

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official-weasley · 3 years

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The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 5, Ch. 5

PART 5: THE YEAR WHEN EVERYONE FIGHTS Chapter 5 - Telling Bill

Charlie

One look at me the next morning, and Nova grabbed Tulip and Penny by their elbows and stormed out of the Great Hall. Bill, sitting next to me, noticed something was wrong at once.

“What was that about?” He said, his mouth full.

“I dunno.” I didn't want to have another Penny-like talk.

“Did you fight with Nova?” Why did he have to be so smart? His voice was surprised, however. Yeah, I didn't count on having such a bad fight with my best friend either.

“No.” I said in the most unconvincing voice.

“Charlie, I know you. Why are you lying to me?” He grabbed me by the top of my head and turned it to him.

“What happened?” He asked, worried. I understood where he was coming from. This was the first time since Nova and I became friends that we didn't sit together at breakfast or talk to each other.

“I don't want to talk about it.” I rolled my eyes and looked away.

“You fancy her, don't you?” Really, is there anything my brother doesn't know? I just nodded, I didn't want to say it out loud. It was too painful.

“Come with me.” He grabbed my elbow and made me stood up. He didn't let go of my arm until we reached the Courtyard and there he sat me down.

“Tell me everything.” He said, looking as serious as ever.

“What's there to tell? I fancy her. She doesn't fancy me back. End of story.” I tried getting up but he pulled me back down.

“Charlie.” His voice firm.

“Uh, fine!” I glared at him.

“When did you start fancying her?” Bill asked, his voice calming down.

“Third Year, I think.” I wasn't sure when it started. I needed some time to process what was happening to me.

“And you liked her ever since?” He didn't seem to mind that I needed almost 2 years to tell him about it.

“Is there a way to stop? If it is please share your brotherly wisdom.” Our eyes met and he smiled.

“I'm afraid, there isn't.” He put his hand on my shoulder.

“I am not going to lie, it's painful.” I nodded at his statement. “At least you didn't get rejected in front of all your friends.” I remembered how mean Emily was to him on the train when he asked her out. It was cruel and uncalled for and I was a bad brother for forgetting that he was heartbroken too.

“How are you feeling, mate?” I asked.

“Been better. She told all her friends that I asked her out and now every time they see me they mock me with their stupid giggles. Emily is a mean person.” He frowned.

“Sorry to ask, but what were you thinking, mate?” I really couldn't understand why he fancied her. I guess she was pretty but her personality was horrible. She was mean to younger students, she only liked Pure Bloods and she was judging everyone all the time.

“Love is blind, Charlie. You're lucky Nova isn't like that.” I was hoping we wouldn't talk about her anymore.

“Might as well be.” I shrugged my shoulders. “You didn't see her yell at me, Bill. She was furious.” I felt pain in my stomach just by thinking about her hurt face.

“You're going to tell her?” Bill asked out of the blue.

“No, why would I? It's clear she doesn't like me back.” I sighed.

“I asked Emily out and deep down I was pretty sure she didn't fancy me back.” He said with a gentle voice. I didn't say anything so he continued.

“Well, did you talk to her? How serious is this crush of hers?” Bill, I thought you were here to cheer me up.

“I dunno. I didn't talk to her about McNully, are you mad?” I glared at him. Why would I make my life more miserable? It already sucks as it is.

“Then why is she mad at you?” Bill asked, confused.

“I was mad because of everything that has happened in the past few days and I threw some harsh words at her.” I sighed. I regretted every single one.

“What did you say, Charlie?” I don't think I ever had such a calm conversation with Bill.

“She started canceling on me every time I asked her to hang out and she kept going to the Quidditch pitch to be with her teammates but she was really hanging out with HIM.” I hissed the last word. “I felt like we were drifting apart and when I told her that, she got upset. I think I hurt her feelings saying that.”

“Sometimes I think you two don't know how lucky you are. Not many people have such a powerful friendship. I know you mean to Nova as much as she means to you and wouldn't it hurt you if she told you you were drifting apart?” He did make a good point. I always looked only from my perspective and not the other way around. No wonder she was so mad.

“Yes, very lucky.” I scoffed. “It hurts Bill. Looking at her, pretending I don't think of her more than a friend and she does all these friendly gestures that make my heart stop.” I flinched just thinking about her resting her head on my shoulder.

“You know I tend to be optimistic.” Yes, it was rather annoying sometimes. I nodded.

“I think Nova will come around.” He winked at me.

“What do you mean?” I was confused.

“Mum and Nova's mum aren't the only ones who think that you two should be together. It is only a matter of time.” He grinned.

Sometimes, I swear I don't know who puts these ideas in his head.

“A matter of time for what? She can't magically stop having feelings for the Quidditch Commentator and fall for me. That's not how the real world works, Bill.”

“Oh, I think you're wrong. I think Nova already has feelings for you.” He was quite proud of his prediction.

“You and Penny should take Advanced Divination together.” I rolled my eyes.

“Why, did she say the same thing?” He rubbed his chin. I knew that look. Ever since Nova let it slip that Penny had a crush on him, he has been second-guessing all his life choices.

“Mate, I told you. Never going to happen.” He snapped out of it. “Should I spell it out for you?” Mocking him cheered me up. Perhaps I should do it more often.

“Oh, shut it! What did Penny say?” He stirred the conversation back to Nova, thinking I couldn't see his flushed cheeks.

“She said that Tulip, Nova, and Penny played this guessing game where if you say the name of the person they have a crush on they have to admit it.” I explained.

“Of course, a typical Friday night.” We both laughed. I was lucky to have him as a brother.

“Apparently, they asked Nova about me because I, for some reason, was an obvious choice.” I continued.

“For some reason, he said.” Bill sighed. I decided to ignore him.

“And I was the only one she had to think twice about if she felt something or not. For all the rest she simply said no.” I said casually. It still didn't mean anything.

“See!” He grinned. “Mate, you have to give yourself more credit. You're turning into a handsome young lad. You have brilliant hair, after me.” I rolled my eyes. I hated his smug face. “You are kind and always put others first and perhaps, with a lot of luck, Ginny won't outgrow you.” I wanted to smack him in the face. Here I was, sitting, thinking he was nice and he had to mention my height.

Compared to my brothers, it looked like I was going to be the shortest. Bill is almost 2 heads taller than me. Twins will outgrow me any day now and even Ron looks quite tall for his age. I can't say anything about Percy, though, as I hardly see him, him being in his room most of the time.

“You had to go there?” I made a grumpy face.

“Oh, I have one better!” I didn't like that mischievous grin one bit.

“Do tell.” I said with the most uninterested voice.

“And you finally started talking about something else than Dragons.” He tried to keep a straight face. I knew he was going to mention that sooner or later. “I know mum fully supports you, even though I think she will stop sleeping the second you get your job in Romania, but after so many years of no interests other than Dragons, I think she gave up any hope of you ever getting married.” He was holding his stomach, laughing so hard.

“Ha-ha. Might as well be true, right?” I said.

“I wasn't finished.” He ruffled my hair. “Until you brought Nova home. She saw how she listened to you and I think she was as shocked as all of us that there was a living soul that didn't mind you talking about Dragons for 2 hours before lunch.” He winked at me. “There's a reason why mum is mentioning Nova all the time. She hopes you two will end up together because she sees how happy you are around her.” He pulled me into a half hug.

“Should we break her heart too then?” I frowned.

“Oh, cheer up little brother. I am confident that Nova has feelings for you but interprets them wrong.”

“What do you mean?” He finally sparked my interest again.

“I might not be as observant as Penny and I might not know all the gossip but I can see when Nova blushes when you say or do something.” He smiled.

“But that's normal for friends.” I wasn't sure I was on the same page he was.

“No, it's not. Do you blush if Jae says something nice to you? Or Tulip? Or Tonks?” I scratched the top of my head, thinking. He did have a point and it took me a while to realize what I have been feeling for Nova wasn't just because we were friends.

“But what about McNully? She can't fancy both of us at once, can she?” I was puzzled. Why did these things have to be so complicated?

“I dunno.” That was not the answer I expected. “There is a possibility she likes you both. She is only aware of one, however. I don't want to give you false hope Charlie, but I really wouldn't give up on her just yet.” He winked.

“Thanks, Bill. It feels good not talking to a girl for once.” I smiled.

“Hey, you picked your friends.” He tapped my back and we started laughing.

I was glad I told Bill about Nova. I didn't know how he would react at first but since apparently, we are the only ones oblivious to the fact that everyone around us thinks we should be together, it was quite nice. I don't think I ever had such a good talk with Bill and I was honored to have him in the family.

I went on with my day rather cheered up. I still didn't believe Penny or Bill that Nova would suddenly realize that she fancies me but it was nice knowing my friends have hope.

My good mood didn't last long as I went searching for Nova to apologize and when I finally found her in the Library with Penny and Tulip, she ignored me and when I turned around, she whispered that she was too mad at me to talk.

I knew I hurt her feelings and Penny and Tulip's faces confirmed that. I have never seen Tulip so mad and I knew I would need to do everything to make things right.

“I'm sorry.” I leaned to her and whispered. “Please come to me when you're ready to talk.”

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hyucksong · 4 years

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to all the boys i’ve loved before; huang renjun

Dear Renjun,

I can’t believe you’re gone already. It’s only been a few months since I’ve known you, yet you’ve already become such a part of my routine. Or, were, at least. It felt so peaceful to be with you, and I loved it. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by since I’ve met you that I haven’t seen you.

I’m grateful for everything. This is probably the most calmly I’ve ever dealt with heartbreak -- or rather, instead of feeling like a heartbreak, this feels like a, “see you soon.”

Regardless of our short time together, I’m sure I love you. This isn’t some intense forest fire of love, it’s a quiet appreciation, a quiet affection, it’s sitting in front of couches on the carpeted floor and cuddling while reading, it’s just laying awake next to each other, fingers intertwined. It’s simple. It’s sure. I like it. I was sad to see you get back on that plane to China, but I knew somewhere deep in my heart that it wasn’t a goodbye.

Thank you for the goodbye kiss, while we may not be together, I’ll cherish it forever.

Dear Renjun,

Out of all my loves I’ve had these past few years, I must say, Huang Renjun, you were the most different. There was no firey chemistry between you and me, there was no life-long friendship, either. There was no drama and no insecure feelings with you. Everything felt natural and tranquil with you -- like our love would last forever. Almost like an elderly couple calmly rocking on their wooden chairs as people pass them by. I didn’t feel the need to prove anything to you.

The tranquility was something I really enjoyed coming out of my chaotic high school years, and I’m glad I met you. At first, I was sure you’d be a summer fling, but I quickly realized I was wrong. I don’t remember when I realized I loved you, but I know that it felt really natural when I said it quietly to myself. I can’t pinpoint what made me fall for you either, there are a plethora of options.

Maybe it’s your bursts of energy, your argumentativeness, your dry humor and wit, your gentle smile and touch, the way you looked when you focused on a sketch or book -- the list is endless. But the trait that stood out the most was how you anchored me on days I was still hurting (from Mark, but you never asked who I was crying over or why. You just held me.) I’d never met someone like you. Someone who...loved me so unconditionally without saying the words. Our love may have been the most strange to onlookers; our kisses with no labels, our random inside jokes, our spending every day with each other. It was all strange. But I enjoyed every goddamn second of it.

Then you got an emergency call home. And while you never told me what it was about, I could tell it was bad. Your face had never looked so solemn and dejected. I remember just rubbing your shoulder and whispering that you should go home because your family needed you. And I remembered you kissed me again, then.

There were no extreme acts of love or affection, no shows, and no attempts to dig into my past. This love was present. you were in love with the present-me and saw no point in snooping about my past -- you figured I’d tell you one day when I was ready. Thank you. Maybe next time we meet, I’ll tell you everything.

Until then, please keep being that anchor to someone, even if it’s not me. But please, let someone anchor you, too. You deserve to float peacefully at sea, no storms on your horizon.

Love, Y/n.

///a scene from the heart///

Renjun sat next to you, his finger pinching his bottom lip unknowingly as his eyes trained on the words on the beige paper. You offered him the couch for his first visit to your humble home, but he insisted on sitting on the carpet, back pressed to the front of your couch. You’re a kind hostess, so you sat down next to him, your own book in your warm hands, not forgetting to turn on wordless music.

Renjun was a simple boy; he was easy to read and open. His anger was upfront and honest, straightforward. His humor was dry and sarcastic, nihilistic even. His love was obvious, longing stares and gentle brushes of his hand against yours.

Which was what he was doing right now.

His hand right hand was laying flat on the fuzzy white rug, his pinky interlaced with your own. Your heart felt calm and steady, but full of happiness and serenity. A smile bloomed on your face, your eyes not really picking up the words on the page.

“What’s up?” He whispers, leaning into you, looking down at your page, wondering what could’ve caused such a beautiful smile to erupt from your pretty lips. More of his fingers touched yours. Maybe it was all the heartbreak you had been through, maybe it was recklessness, but you confidently grabbed his hand, tangling your fingers together. You scooted closer to him, filling the space your barely-touching hands were taking up once before. “Hmmm, nothing.” Your voice was soft and dreamy, Renjun mused, his eyes turning into crescent moons.

Renjun let himself indulge in your aura and side profile, admiring the shape of your nose and the way your lips lulled open when you were too focused on reading. The music only made him happier. “What’s up with you?” You teased, giving him a side-glance before turning your head fully to him, not minding the close proximity and the clash of your loving gazes.

His gray sweat-clad knee was touching your bare one, your hands joined together in his lap, a book in his opposite hand. This was the routine for the past few months, and he wouldn’t ever want anything else. Renjun noticed how his eyes kept on falling back to your mouth and your small red tongue that periodically darted out past your plush and bitten lips. “I just really want to kiss you,” he sighed out, not thinking twice about his amorous language.

Red and shock crept across your cheeks and ears and you let out a small squeak, covering your mouth out of embarrassment from the strange sound. His hand was still in yours though, so really he just had easier access to take his hand out of yours and pull you closer to him. And he did.

A light chuckle left his throat and he leaned in, his eyes staying open until he felt the cloud-like plush lips touch his; melting together like alloy. Sighs of content left your mouth repeatedly as your book went abandoned on the side of you, page unbookmarked, words not remembered. All you cared for was the way Renjun’s hands found their way to your waist and you found your hands tangled in his black-brown hair, legs straddling him and tongue tangling with his much like your hands did earlier.

Renjun was quiet ecstasy; Renjun was a warm summer love that lasted forever; Renjun was too good to be true.

///a scene from a broken heart///

Three months passed fast. Too fast for your taste, but you didn’t really mind at first, because you figured that three months was nothing compared to the indefinite amount of time you’d eventually spend with Renjun. But the red string of fate that was tied ever so loosely to his pinky was still tied to his home, China.

Renjun was supposed to stay in Korea until he wanted to leave, but a call from a disheartened mother and father caused him to cancel his plans. Normally, if this was Renjun three months ago, he wouldn’t have minded. Because he missed home. But present-day Renjun wasn’t; he had found his home within you. But blood was thicker than saliva, so he bought the expensive tickets begrudgingly.

You both were sitting in the front of the airport, two hours early, his suitcases resting by his feet, your heart resting in your stomach. You wanted to see him off and insisted as such despite his weary looks. “I don’t want to see you cry. It’ll be harder for me to leave you,” he whispered, hand stroking your cheek. “I love you Renjun, and I want to see you go.” He had complied after your passionate words.

“I don’t want to leave.” A tear escaped Renjun’s stable emotional facade, and you gave him a sad smile, brushing the falling tear off his soft cheeks. “I know. I wish you wouldn’t either, but,” you moved the hair out his face, hand brushing through his locks with a loving touch, “I know we’ll be okay.”

“How do you know that?” He sniffed, rubbing his red nose. You opened your mouth before noticing the time; it was time for him to get checked into the airport. You stood up, wiping your clammy hands on your denim jeans. “I don’t,” you admitted, “but I’d like to think the feeling we have for each other isn’t something you can just get rid of.” A sincere smile caused his ears to flush.

“You’re right.”

“I know.” Cue his first giggles since you picked him up earlier that day. While there was no label put on your relationship, there was a mutual feeling of exclusivity, one that you maintained throughout your time of knowing him. But you both had to face the truth -- distance was the devil. There was no true certainty of love lasting thousands of miles.

That’s why Renjun cried in front of you, tears flooding his face, then yours. That’s why Renjun pulled you into the tightest hug you’d ever felt. That’s why Renjun cupped your swollen face and pressed his lips to yours, eyes closed and eyebrows drawn together as if he was trying his hardest to encapsulate this memory, this feeling, and to remember -- that this wasn’t an obligation or an intense, “I love you,” but rather a delicate and hopeful “see you soon.”

He boarded the plane, silent and with a surprisingly light heart. He, truthfully, wasn’t sure he was ever going to see you again. But as he took off, he swore with his entire being that he saw your little dot with his jacket in your arms, waving at him. He could basically see the smile on your face without actually seeing so. He had a feeling then, that you’d cross paths in your future. And who knows, maybe it’d be for forever that time.

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chappedandfadedvds · 4 years

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Oct 29th, Thursday 17:01

„Oh brother, mine! Of course I can help you carry in all these bags.“ Jens said theatricly in a high voice to mimic his sister, who was getting out of her jacket and boots in a whirlwind of motion, before storming off into the living room. Ignoring him completely.

He sighed, managing to place his keys onto the cupboard, before kicking the door close behind him. His effort to balance three paper bags full of croceries, as well as Lotte’s and his backpack on each shoulder, let him handle at least the task of slipping out of his sneakers before walking quickly towards the kitchen.

The groceriy bags safely placed on the counter and backpacks on the kitchentable, Jens took off his own jacket, feeling hot and sweaty in it. Much better, he thought, as his gaze fell on his little sister on the sofa across the open room. She had promised Olivia to be online for Animal Crossing as soon as she got home. For a second a thought creeped up on him, that made him stop in his tracks.

This must be how his mother must have felt every single day of getting him home after school.

Oh god. He was only seventeen, and he acted like his mom.

Quickly shaking his head to get back to his task of managing a houshold, he placed his phone on the table and began to unpack most of the groceries. All but the ones needed for dinner. His mom was meeting her doctor at the hospital and Jens planned to be done when she was back, so that they could eat together. It still left him roughly three hours. His cooking got significantly better since march and staying home most of the time.

Without much thought, he wandered over to their backpacks.

„Lotte did you get your Dutch test back, yet?“ He asked, but to no avail, as his sister still ignored him in favor of staring intensively at the screen of her Switch. So instead he opened her bag and searched through her folders, looking for the blue one to pull out and indeed there it was. A big red 17 written at the bottom. Proud that Lotte did so well, despite the lockdown and the missed class work, Jens smiled.

He placed it on the table, so his mother could sign it and continued to look for her homework diary. Most was done already over the weekend for this week, he knew that, but there was a new task written in for tomorrow’s math class.

„So how about I give you an hour and then you do your homework for tomorrow, while I do mine and start cooking, deal?“ Jens looked over at her, watching her throw him a thumps up: „Deal.“

At least that would give him some sort of motivation to do the geography assignment, he didn’t really care about, but had promised Moyo to copy from in exchange for French.

His phone buzzed on the table in front of him. He glanced over to see a new picture and message having been posted to the group by Amber, so he opened it and stared directly into the pretty face of Lucas. Did he just really immediatly fall back into marvelling at the boy? Maybe.

Amber 17:32: so I may or may not have convinced Lucas to join us tomorrow for quiz night. I hope that’s okay with everyone? :D

And under it, he found the picture he had been looking at so intensly. To be clear it actually included Amber and Aaron too, as they sat in a cafe together. One he didn’t know. Infront of them half eaten pieces of a pie and three cups of coffee. Lucas smiled just as much as the other two, but to Jens it felt brighter. He kind of wished he could be there with them. To be honest just Lucas would be perfect, but he quickly pushed that thought away. He zoomed in to only watch the face of the dutch boy, that had haunted him for three days now.

Mindlessly Jens opened his instagram, looking for the picture Sander had posted yesterday of Lucas. There it was. And just innocently in the description under it:

@vanderheijden.lucas

It was very tempting, he had stared at it already last night, after he had seen the post, but had closed the app instead. It wouldn’t hurt though to throw a quick glance at it, right?

Immidiately the profile loaded, showing him not a lot of posts, but almost all of them were of himself and his dutch friends he assumed. And god did he look good. He looked happy as well. A smile being present in most of them and indeed Lucas did smile a lot, Jens had noticed. He really liked that about the boy. So much indeed his heart got all excited when Lucas smiled at him directly. But even more he enjoyed to look into these blue eyes.

Following

As soon as he had realised what he had just done he put his phone back, screen down. Shit.

He could just quickly unfollow him right? Slight slip up. Nothing bad. Or... Lucas was kind of part of the group now, as he would join tomorrow as well, so obviously it wasn’t odd that Jens would follow him, even though they had maybe exchanged 5 sentences directly with each other. Jens should stop thinking so much about Lucas. He just didn’t quite know why he simply couldn’t. It was frustrating to say the least.

He needed to just figure out something. Fast.

Because given Amber’s text, he would be there tomorrow evening at the flatshare, where Milan had planned his very first pup quiz night. Organised to make up for a night out drinking. Which was cancelled out of new concerns and numbers regarding Corona. And with the curfew in place they planned to be done by 10. Enough time to be home by midnight.

So quiz night it was. Everyone was excited already. Even Jens had found himself looking forward to it. Everyone would bring something to eat and drink and then it was just team against team, fighting for the win. Lucas already had his sympathies as he was new to the group and never met all of them together with Milan present as well. Jens prayed they wouldn’t scare him off. It would allow him to get to know the other boy better in the process. If he would be very lucky, maybe he could even catch him alone for a minute.

„Alright, we can start. Can I get some hot cocoa?“ Lotte asked hurrying over to the kitchen table, still with her, well his, Switch in her hands, but it looked like she was ready to wrap up.

Did Jens honestly spend almost half an hour thinking about Lucas? He honestly needed to work out what he was doing and why? Jens certainly entertained an idea of what was up, but it scared the shit out of him to actually form it into an actual thought. If he did that, there wouldn’t be any way left for him to back out of questioning what he believed he knew about himself.

Shaking the train of thoughts out of his head, he got up, ruffling Lotte’s hair, as she giggled and swatted his hand away.

„One hot cocoa à la Jens, coming right up!“

disclaimer:

I try to keep it up to the times and include the corona situation in the background, but given quickly changing actions, I’ll at times disregard them to bring the story forward, like the number of people, who are allowed to meet in private, rules applying to schools etc.

#week 1 #wtfock #skam #vds #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #i really enjoy writing lotte #chapped and faded

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The Niflheim Experiment Chapter 15

Winning the fight against Ardyn was a major turning point in the brewing tensions between Lucis and Niflheim. The empire with all of its bravado and fancy tech seemed to have imploded overnight. It wasn’t until a few things had come to light regarding how magitek actually worked, did things begin to make sense. Someone in Niflheim had figured out how to use the scourge as a power source.

Gladio assumed that was why he’d been so heavily tested upon when he’d been captured. They were trying to turn him into one of their own weapons. That experience still gave him nightmares from time to time, but he always managed. His family and friends plus his therapist were instrumental in moving forward.

The liberation of Tenebrae and the other provinces Niflheim had subdued hadn’t been easy, but after a few weeks of fevered fighting, the empire’s forces withdrew. It was clear the tides had turned. The empire had lost its might. No longer able to wield the power of the scourge they were nothing more than a nuisance run by a lunatic dictator. Gladio assumed they’d face their own internal revolution soon; the citizens couldn’t have been happy living under that kind of ruler.

Luna and Ravus had surprised everyone and stayed in Insomnia after Tenebrae had been officially freed. Ignis so aptly pointed out one night that Ravus probably had too many bad memories to contend with there, and Luna wanted to be near Noct.

Aranea was working for the citadel as a consultant. She didn’t exactly stay behind a desk though, she preferred going out in the field. She liked being in the thick of it when the glaives went to help push back the few remaining Niflheim forces. Loqi usually went with her and had commented several times about being interested in becoming an ambassador for Niflheim. His family was high up in the military so he had lots of connections. One's he could still use even standing against the current emperor.

The strangest bit of intel he'd received after Ardyn’s demise was regarding his friend Prompto. A large fire had erupted in one of Niflheim's science facilities right after the last of their forces had been pushed back. Turns out the building was the one where Gladio had been held. The one where he’d sworn he’d seen Prompto in a glass tube.

After the fire, Lucis sent a team to investigate the burnt-out shell. They were after evidence of war crimes even though the chances were slim. However, what they did uncover added some weight to what Gladio thought he’d seen when he’d been captured. It was obvious that some sort of cloning operation had been taking place. One piece of damning evidence had been a series of coded numbers left on some equipment.

Equipment meant to hold people.

Wondering what Prompto knew of his own existence Gladio decided he’d have to wait and let the blond tell them in his own time. Gladio had never mentioned his vivid memories featuring his friend to anyone. Gladio knew Prompto wasn’t any kind of threat, and he preferred to help keep his friends secret. Whatever it was.

Staring out the window Gladio sighed softly. He was tired but he also wanted to go out, it was a weird feeling. He must have lingered longer than he intended because Ignis was by his side a moment later looking concerned.

“Is everything alright? I can call and cancel if you’d like.”

“Nah, don’t do that,” Gladio replied. “I’m tired is all, but I still want to see them.”

Smiling Ignis nodded in agreement. “I know the feeling, but we'll have fun. I believe Noct may try and pop the question this evening.”

“No way!” Gladio spluttered. “Doesn’t he want to wait until he’s alone?”

“I think in his own way, he’s attempting to include Ravus so the man doesn’t feel left out.”

“Noct figured this out on his own?” Gladio questioned with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t help him?”

“Heaven’s no, he arrived on that decision by himself.”

“He’s growing up, that’s nuts.”

“Well, a lot has happened over the past six months. Niflheim has fallen, the wall has been dissolved, the oracle is free, and our prince has been saved from certain death.”

“I still can’t believe we did that.”

“We couldn’t have done it without you, don’t forget that,” Ignis supplied.

“I’m thinking Luna was the big player in that battle, not me.”

“Without your immunity to the scourge, Luna would never have been given the chance to get close enough to heal Ardyn. We were at the apex of the perfect storm.”

“True, though she did heal me in the first place when I was being rescued. So she still gets all the credit in my book,” Gladio announced truthfully.

“Fair enough, but don’t sell yourself short either.”

“I won’t, we made history and I’m sorta still shocked we survived it all.”

“Well then, I suggest we get a move on so we can see another moment in history in the making. Care to wager a bet on whether he’ll cry or not?”

“Who, Noct or Ravus?” Gladio spit out with a laugh.

“Oh, I’d not considered that! Let’s get going so I can find out,” Ignis huffed, but he was smiling.

Gladio felt better and went to grab his coat. They’d started a little tradition of getting together every few weeks for dinner. It was a nice private affair that let them all relax and grow as friends, some more than others in the case of Noct and Luna. Ravus was still adjusting but he was getting more comfortable with everything as the weeks went by. Ignis was even convinced the former commander was trying to find a girlfriend.

Maybe their quiet little dinners would gain another plus one soon. Who knew? Smiling at the thought of life going on as normal, Gladio pulled Ignis over to give him a quick kiss. “Love you,” he offered kindly. “I still can’t believe we won.”

Ignis melted into his embrace and kissed him back, “Believe it, dear, now we only have to make sure Noct grows up to be a great king.”

“I think I can handle that.”

“Good I can’t keep an eye on him all by myself,” Ignis laughed.

“Come on, let’s go. I wanna see Noct cry.”

“Oh, so you think he’ll get teary-eyed huh?”

“Sure, once Luna starts bawling he won’t be able to hold it back. Ravus I’m not so sure about, I’m thinking at most his eyes will water.”

Ignis snorted and shook his head. Opting to shove him towards the door they made their way over to the royal suites where Luna and Ravus were living now. Gladio was proud of Noct and knew he’d take the throne someday as a kind and good king. With a calming breath, Gladio grabbed Ignis’ hand as they walked together. There were so many new adventures to look forward to; Gladio could hardly wait to share them all with his friends and family.

EPILOGUE:

Gladio heard Ravus shout first before his figure appeared stomping down the hallway with Noct tucked under his arm. Well, Noct’s dummy at least.

“Does he think it’s funny to leave this thing around when he doesn’t want to attend a meeting?” Ravus huffed when he saw Gladio and walked over.

“My guess is he’s hanging out with Luna instead.”

Ravus was about to say more when he sighed and adjusted the dummy in his hold, “Well, he shouldn’t be surprised when he starts getting more work done, with this thing taking his place.”

Gladio couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. Ravus had calmed down significantly since he’d come to Insomnia. With the threat to his sisters’ life gone, he was now relaxing into his new role as Luna’s political advisor and bodyguard. Though Loqi still kept trying to get that position, neither Ravus nor Noct would ever agree to it. Both men seemed to understand that Loqi would simply flirt non-stop with the oracle and that would be a very big distraction.

“Where you gonna leave it now?” Gladio asked smiling.

“I’m thinking either his training locker or in his shower, but that would require Ignis’ help. I’m not sure how he feels about that kind of thing.”

“What? Scaring the living daylights out of his prince and best friend? I’m not sure, but it’s worth asking,” Gladio laughed. “I do think the locker idea is a good one. I think he’d freak out and probably yell.”

Ravus’ eyes lit up at that admission, “I may have to do that then. I know the little punk will try and prank me back.”

“I have a feeling you’ll get it figured out,” Gladio offered as they parted ways. Ravus simply scoffed and continued on his way. That damn dummy had taken on a life of its own ever since they’d returned from fighting Ardyn. So far it’d been left in the king’s office, Cor’s car, the garden fountain, the window cleaner rig for the citadel, and now Ravus’ office. Apparently, that thing had a lot of life for a mannequin.

Chuckling to himself at where it would end up next, Gladio continued on his way to meet Ignis for lunch. Life was finally starting to feel normal again. They’d vanquished the threat from Niflheim and won out over a two-thousand-year-old prophecy. Against all odds, they’d made it out unscathed. Now their only task was to ensure Noct would make a good king when he took over.

How hard could that be? They had the backup dummy after all.

THE END

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“Ice Cream Sunday”

Prompt: Depression Comfort One-shot feat. Olivia & the Turts

Warnings: Lots of internal reflection about depression and mental health stuff. Also there’s like one curse word, maybe more, I don’t remember??

Word Count: 1,783

A/N: The formatting on the original post got royally FUCKED as always and near gave me a heart attack when I realized what I did. Hope you don’t mind @dw-im-just-sad! I also hope that there are sunnier days ahead for you, I too have been struggling with a depression episode recently (which is part of why the drabble for this prompt is coming in a little later than I’d have liked it to), so I definitely know at least some of the feeling. <3

Lazy Sundays were normally pretty good in Olivia’s mind.

The lack of obligations, the peace and quiet paired with the promise of a more fun night ahead when the boys got finished training or doing whatever it is they did during the day. Today’s Lazy Sunday didn’t feel as good though, if anything it made her feel worse the more that she was a part of it. Staring up at the ceiling of the lair, her mind felt simultaneously numb and tired while still managing to be alive with an uncomfortable amount of unaddressed emotions.

Aside from the laid back bliss that came with a Lazy Sunday, this was supposed to be her happy place. Although the initial experience of the stench when she came in was (and always would be) unforgiveable, her nose became adjusted to it until it was practically background noise amidst the experience of being with the turtles. Their little home environment was always so loving and warm, a spot where she could escape or run away from a world that felt so harsh and anxiety-inducing and instead surround herself with people that eased her into smiling even when life was at its most difficult.

Even if the lair was usually a safe and happy place for her, it didn’t mean that it cancelled out the rest of her own very prominent emotions, particularly right now. Reluctantly, Olivia had to admit that this was probably her depression again, baring its teeth and looking for a fight that she didn’t have the energy to start. It wasn't like it ever went away when she met the boys, if anything it just enjoyed burying itself like an ostrich in the sand when they were around before pulling its head back up when they weren't. It didn’t quite like company as much. After all, it was infinitely easier to take her down when she was alone.

Blinking slowly, she recognized that while there may not have been one singular reason for the depression to start bubbling up, its persistence despite her attempts at distracting herself from it probably meant that it would be there to stay for a while, or at least until she found a big enough distraction to offset the emotions and the experiences. The boys had said they wanted to run a movie marathon once the day’s activities were over, so that would probably help. Or at least she hoped it would.

Olivia ran her hand down her face and let out a deep and shaky breath. The weight of her own emotions started nudging her closer to tears, and she gave in rather reluctantly. She tried to be quiet, only letting one or two tears out so she wouldn’t break into a full out sob. This wasn't the place to cry and be sad, this was the party pad and nobody cries when they're in the party pad, Mikey had said it himself one time.

Right as she was about to get up off the couch she had been curled up on to get herself a glass of water, her eyes quickly met with Mikey's. He was hovering over her now, a few beads of sweat on his forehead running down the side of his face. Their training session must have been particularly brutal today if even Mikey was sweating. Normally that was reserved for Donnie, he tended to get winded a little bit faster given the brutal workout routine Splinter kept them on.

"Are you crying, dude?"

"No," Olivia said defensively. She sat up so she wouldn't have to feel like she was under a magnifying glass quite as much as she did with Mikey peering down at her from over the back of the couch. "I'm tired, that's all."

"Nah, nah, dude you were crying, I can see it in your eyes they’re all red and stuff," Mikey seemed really insistent with one hand reaching for and firmly grasping her shoulder. His face seemed more empathetic than it did confrontational. "What's wrong? You can talk to me."

"I-"

A jumbled mess of every last thing that had ever felt wrong or ever been wrong throughout her entire life flashed in front of her mind. It wasn’t like one specific reason stood as the answer to why she felt like this, it was more like an unfortunate combination of it all that left her drained, and had been leaving her drained for years now. She frowned, then looked down at her jeans and began picking at the worn frays of denim at the bottom of her pant legs. Talking about it would just get complicated, especially to Mikey. He oozed pure light and joy almost all the time, would he really understand what this kind of thing felt like?

"Seriously Mikey, its not that bad, just feeling kinda off I guess. I'll be okay."

Mikey narrowed his eyes at her before thrusting himself over the back of the couch and onto the cushions to join her. Clearly he wasn’t buying it. “Its okay to cry, I do too,” He said softly. His own openness to admitting his emotions was remarkable seeing as . “He wouldn’t wanna admit it, but Raph does too at those puppy commercials.”

“ASPCA Ads.” Donnie interrupted through a sigh. He had been sitting in his desk nearly the entire time, typing away at something important while monitoring the security cameras. As for how he managed to get out of today’s training, she didn’t know, but he at least had seemed to be enjoying his little vacation time away. He got up from his chair and plopped himself down criss-cross on the floor in front of them, whispering, “Sometimes we gotta flip the channel cause he gets all worked up seeing them. But you didn’t hear that.”

Olivia couldn’t help but smile, even if it was just a weak smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips. That sounded like Raph alright, the boy had a soft spot for pit bulls and other big tough seeming dogs and seeing them suffering in kennels all alone would probably pull at every last heartstring he didn’t even know he had.

“I better not have heard you say what I just think I did.” The now looming shadow over her spoke. She turned her head and saw it was Raph, who only peeled his eyes away from Donnie for a moment to look down at Olivia. Suddenly the thought of beefing with Donnie outside for embarrassing him didn’t seem as important to him once he caught sight of her puffy and reddened eyes. “Are you crying?”

“Fine.” She gave in. “Yeah, I am, but its fine, seriously. Don’t worry about it.” Olivia sighed. “Sometimes I...I don’t know, I just feel like this, no reason to worry.”

“Nah, I ain’t worrying, just wanna make sure its not because of one of these two knuckleheads.” Raph responded coolly before shoving at Mikey playfully and pushing him off the couch so he could sit. “Why are you feeling like that though?”

“I don’t know,” Olivia sighed. “I just do sometimes. It doesn’t really ever go away, just subsides for a little while."

A couple moments of silence filled the air, only punctuated by the sounds of Leo's footsteps as he joined the conversation and sat down beside Donnie. "What's going on?" He asked, looking from brother to brother.

"Olivia's been feeling super sad and its bumming her out." Mikey answered, rolling onto his back.

Great. Now everybody was on her case. Olivia braced herself for the long and draining conversation that was bound to be ahead about why she was actually sad and why she had depression when her life “wasn't as bad as some other people”. She had heard it all before and none of it helped, it only made her feel worse, like she was a weight that everyone else was forced to carry.

"Is there any way we could help?" Leo asked. His expression seemed genuine, as if he was coming from a place of understanding rather than judgement. As her gaze drifted over each brother she noticed a similar strain of understanding and friendly compassion behind their eyes (except for Mikey, who was still laid back on his shell waving his arms back and forth as if he were making snow angels.) Even the usually closed off Raphael, who seemed particularly invested in what she might suggest.

Olivia didn’t really know what would help if she was honest with herself, but maybe there was some merit behind the thought that their genuine desire to help her could take the edge away for the time being or push her out of the storm clouds she had been sitting under. Her gaze once again drifted across the room to each turtle, hesitating to answer as she parted and closed her lips again. What would help?

“I don’t know.” She answered truthfully, feeling a little embarrassed at her own lack of an answer yet again. There had to be something, she just didn’t know what it was, couldn’t place her finger on it. Crawling out of one of these depressive episodes was a process, not something that happened overnight.

“That’s okay!” Mikey said, now sitting back up and pointing a set of finger guns at her. “We can help until you do know.”

"We could all use a little company when we're not feeling good." Don smiled.

“Not going anywhere until you’re feeling better.” Raph nodded in agreement.

Small waves of relief washed over Olivia’s body. The numbest parts of her mind began to feel a little more warm and relaxed. The turtles didn’t know the full extent of how much their friendship meant to her, or the positive effect they had on her most crushed and beaten down psyche. Despite maybe not entirely understanding, they were still able to offer a hand out in peace, something that reminded her of why she so often called the lair her second home. This was a happy place, a party pad, a place to have a good time like Mikey always said. But Olivia saw another side of the lair too now.

This could be a place where she was able to cry and feel her emotions while still having a support system at her side by the end of the day.

Although she still felt pretty shit, Olivia finally had something on her mind that she felt like could help her, even if it was just a little. “Movies and ice cream.” She said softly, rubbing her puffy eyes. As Mikey excitedly got up to fulfill the ice cream part of her request, she shouted after him.

“Two scoops!”

#authoring by ace #prompt #tmnt #acelikesturtles #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #bayverse tmnt

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dyaz-stories · 5 years

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Writing prompt: 180 InuKag

Oooh, that’s a nice one. So, Secret Relationship AU. Because I can.

180. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

IT’S NSFW BY THE WAY. I can’t tag it as such because if I do it won’t show up in the tags, so I’m letting you all know that I tag that stuff with “lemon”, in case you don’t want to see that content from me and want to block that, but yeah, warning for smut for the following one-shot!

@keichanz I don’t know if I feel bad for tagging you mostly in smut or if I’d feel worse for not tagging you in it lol

Inuyashawas sure that bitch had done it on purpose. Because he had cancelledtheir date the previous night last minute, she was making him paytoday. On some level, he could understand why Kagome was pissed. Ifshe’d done the same thing to him, andto work with, say, Koga, he would probably have lost it. So he reallyshouldn’t be surprised when appearances seemed to say he hadditched her for Kikyo.

Butit wasn’t like he had wantedto do it. Sure, Kagome was the newspaper’s rising star, but him andKikyo were still the most established journalists there. He had allsorts of contacts with thugs; she knew everyone in the force, andthey had been a team for years — and, well, morethanthat for a few months, until this messed up story about Naraku hadhit them like a ton of bricks. Since then, they did their best tosteer clear of each other.

Kagomeknewthat. She knewhe wouldn’t stay around Kikyo on purpose, and she knewhe’d been looking for this night just as much as she had. She knewhe missed her like crazy and she knewthat it killed him that they both worked so much because of howlittle time they got to spend together outside of work, where theyhad decided not to make their relationship known.

Right?

Still,right now, when she walked past Miroku’s desk, her high heels andshort, but still very professional, skirt giving him a great view onher legs, Inuyasha thought, once more, that she had done it onpurpose. As she leaned over Sango’s shoulder, letting the skirt gojust a little higher, not quite enough to actually see anything, butcertainly enough for Miroku to tilt his head, just in case, he had torepress the growl that was forming in his throat.

Consideringwhere they worked — with the worst gossips of the journalisticworld — and their status — him as a renowned journalist, her as anew asset to the newspaper —, they definitely didn’t want theirrelationship known, at least for now. But fuck,was she making it hard on him…

Shedidn’t stop by him when she walked back, and that was when he knewshe was truly mad. She liked his work, which she called“unconventional but interesting”, and she valued his opinion onher papers, particularly since, as a trained ex-priestess, she did alot of work around demons.

Inuyashadidn’t miss the glance Miroku and Sango exchanged when she walkedpast him without even deigning to glance at him. Yeah, they weretrying to keep their relationship on the down low, but it was easiersaid than done, considering they worked with the best journalists inthe whole fucking country. Still, going after her now would have madeit all way too obvious, though part of him, probably his instincts,did want to follow her around like a lost puppy until she forgavehim.

Hecleared his throat discreetly, focusing back on his computer. Tryingnot to think about that tight skirt that he would be able to oh soeasily lift back on her hips, or that white shirt that he could ripopen like nothing, or how those long legs would look around hiswaist, or what those bright red lips could—

Heclosed his laptop with what was practically a snarl and stormed outof the room, slamming the door behind him.

Everyonebut Miroku missed Kagome’s brief, but satisfied, smile.

Inuyashamanaged to grab her alone in a hallway when she was walked to get hercoffee at 11 a.m., as she always did.

Inthis case, he walked in front of her, blocking her path until shelooked up at him. She finally did so, shifting her weight on one footand crossing her arms in front of her, tapping her finger against herarm in an annoyed gesture.

“Weneed to talk,” he growled, fighting off the urge to whine.

“Oh,do we now?” she almost hissed, and his ears immediately pinnedthemselves against his skull. Shit. She wasangry. The whole silence game was one thing, but now he could feelhis stomach drop, and he somehow hated the feeling even more. The wayshe was dressed certainly didn’t help. Focusingwas pretty fucking hard right now. He wanted to touch her, now.

“Kagome—”

“Becausetalkingdidn’t seem to be on your mind last night,” she kept going, eyesnarrowing at him. “No, last night a quick text to cancel plans we’dhad for threeweekswas all you needed, hm?”

“Youknow that’s not—”

“It’sthe thirdtime, Inuyasha!” she protested, her voice coming out a little morethan she intended to and making him wince.

Heclosed his eyes, briefly. It was true, of course, but— But forfuck’s sake, she knew—

“Youknow I—”

Footsteps.There were definitely footsteps approaching. Fucking hell, he wasn’tfinished! There were so many things he wanted to say right now. Somany things that were going on in his head, so many things he wanted,neededher to know. He needed to think fast. He needed to—

“Kagome?”Hojo’s cheery voice called as he was approaching. “I thought I’djoin you for— Kagome?”

Butthe room was already empty when he stepped in.

Amuffled protest came from under Inuyasha’s hand, and when he didn’tmove it, Kagome had to very seriously fight that sudden urge to bitehim. It probably wouldn’t have hurt him, not with his thick skin,and it certainly wouldn’t have made any lasting damage, but maybeit would have made her feel better.

“Whatwere you thinking?”she hissed when he finally removed it, careful to keep her voice lowbecause she did notwant to have to explain to Hojo what her and Inuyasha were doinginside a broom cupboard.

Butalready, his mouth was on hers, warm and somewhat desperate, and shejust didn’t find it in herself to resist him, because God, she hadwanted this. From his warmth to the pressure of his body against herswhen he shifted himself between her legs, clearly hungry for more,for her.When he ran his hand on her thighs and started pushing up her skirtthough, she swatted them away and pulled back as much as she could inthe confined space, ignoring the nice shiver it sent down her spine.

“Ithought you wanted to talk,”she reminded him, ignoring his frustrated growl.

Heleaned over her, letting his elbow rest on the door, over her head.This was a show of dominance if she knew one, but she was notimpressed.

“Shit,Kagome, you knowI didn’t want that, right? You know I’d have much rather stayedwith you. Fuck, you have noideawhat you do to me.”

Well,he was wrong there. No only did she know, but right now it would havebeen pretty complicated for her to ignore it, considering how hard hewas against her. Mercilessly, she arched herself into him, enjoyinghis discreet groan at the contact.

“Maybeyou could show me, then,” she offered, her voice sounding sweet andinnocent — as if.

Herose an eyebrow. She’d changed pretty fucking fast, huh? In othercircumstances, maybe he’d have argued with that, hell, maybe he’dhave given her a taste of her own medicine and left her behind justlike that. Now though, he was feeling incredibly pent up, and she wasdriving him crazy, so he didn’t hesitate.

Hedove for her neck, sucking the skin and biting it softly, whileKagome pressed him closer, her hand coming down between them to touchhim through his jeans. Before she could do much of anything though,he continued lowering himself until he was kneeling between her legs,hands on both of her thighs. He saw the glimmer of excitation in hereyes when she understood what he was doing, and she let him slide herpanties down her legs while she pulled up her skirt.

Then,with that stupid grin he always had when he knew just how much shewas in his power, he moved forward, and holyshit,she had almost forgotten how good he was with his tongue. His clawsdug into her skin, though not hard enough to break the skin, butprobably enough to leave her mark, but she couldn’t think aboutthat. She couldn’t think about the way her legs were trembling withpleasure and how he was the only thing holding her together rightnow, she barely even thought about putting her hand against her mouthto stop the sounds from escaping when he found her clit and startedteasing it lightly and oh,the marvels his fangs could do when he was justthere…

“Inuyasha,”she breathed out when he gave her a few seconds of respite, “I needyou.”

Hedidn’t listen immediately, enjoying the way a small moan escapedher despite her best efforts when he leaned in again, this time tokiss the top of her inner thigh, knowing just how sensitive her skinwas there.

“Inuyasha,”she called out again, pulling on his shoulder, and this time, hefollowed, because he was fucking going to lose it if he waited anylonger.

Thesecond he was standing in front of her, she unbuttoned his pants andpushed his boxers down, wrapping her hand around his throbbingerection. He hissed out her name at the contact — shit, if she didthat, or just anythingright now, he was going to come right here and now in her hand. Sheseemed to realize that though, and she let go of him, interruptingherself to reach for a condom which he kept in his jeans pocket andthen deftly take it out of its wrapper.

Sheunrolled it on him, though her hands were practically trembling withimpatience, and then got herself back up. She leaned against thedoor, offering him a nice view of her while she opened the firstbuttons of her shirt.

“Isthatwhat I do to you?” she teased, running her fingers on her own skinwhile his eyes darkened with lust at the show she was giving him.

Hishands grabbed her hips, and she bit back a laugh when he pulled heragainst him, grabbing her ass to lift her easily. Immediately, shewrapped her legs around him, losing her shoes in the process. Theyboth froze at the sound it made, something that could definitely beconsidered an accomplishment considering the state they were in, butno one outside seemed to notice, allowing them to resume to theiractivities.

Kagomebit her lip harshly when he pushed himself inside her, but even thenshe couldn’t silence the groan of pleasure coming out of herthroat.

“I’vebeen thinking about that ever since I saw you in that skirt,”Inuyasha growled, his voice hoarse and his breathing quick.

“Whyd’you think I put it on?” she replied, and then one of her handswent to his ears while her lips found his neck, and this was when,finally, Inuyasha lost it. His ears, particularly in times ofintimate relationships, were one of the most sensitive parts of hisbody, something Kagome had noticed — and exploited — since veryearly in their relationship.

Hecould barely think as he thrusted into her, his own skin muffling herreactions while his low groans disappeared in her neck.

“OhGod,”she panted, hooking her heel in his back, trying to find anysort of leverage to meet his thrusts, “oh, please.”

“Thatconvincin’ enough for ya?” he mumbled, slowing his pace just alittle to make the torture last.

Shetweaked his ear between her fingers, and his knees buckled under him,almost sending them both on the floor. “Hurry,” she whispered,“and if you’re good,I’ll make it up to you later at my place.”

Whatsort of men was he to resist that?He picked up the pace yet again and this time she let herself gocompletely, abandoning herself to him, both of her hands resting onhis shoulders to hold herself steady while she shifted to get as muchpleasure from the friction as she could, back arched, head thrownback.

Shecame with a final moan that she only barely managed to hide, and itwas her final clenching around him as she rode the orgasm that senthim over the edge.

Fora few moments, they didn’t say anything, both listening for whatwas going on around them, finally realizing where they were and whatthey’d just done. He let go of her, pulling out slowly, and shequickly rearranged herself, slipping her feet back into her shoes.

“Yousmell anyone out there?”

Thatwas a pretty hard question, considering what had just happened here,which was almost all he could smell, but he ended up shaking hishead. He was almost positive that there was no one in the room, andthat’s what they’d have to go with.

“Okay,I’ll get out, and then you come out in… Let’s say, ten minutes,okay?”

“Actually,I need to go, I’m meeting with a guy for the story I was working onlast night. I’ll be back to the office in a few hours.”

“Alright,”she nodded. “Just take care of yourself, okay?” Then, she grinnedsuggestively. “That way I can takecare of youlater tonight, if that works for you.”

Heswallowed with some difficulty. Fuck yeah. This time, he’d makeitwork.

“Sure.”

Onemove, and then she was gone, leaving behind her the intoxicatingsmell of the relationship they’d just had.

Hedidn’t think she had any idea of what she actuallydid to him. With her, there was so much more than just the sexuallevel, so much more that he saw in her. Hope. Acceptance. A future,if she would let him. One day, he hoped he could make her understandall of that. In the meantime, well, this was as good a way of showingher as anything, and honestly, if this was her getting jealous ofKikyo, he thought he could live with that.

“’mback,” Inuyasha growled when he stepped back into the office aftera long and tedious afternoon of looking after leads that mostly wentnowhere.

Itwas pretty late, and most people had already left the office. He felta weird pang in his chest when he noticed Kagome’s absence. Was hereally missing her that easily now? As for Miroku, Sango and Kikyo,they barely acknowledged him.

Thatwas, until, when he had taken off his coat and already startedworking on his computer again, Miroku let out an impressed whistle.

“WellI didn’t know you had that in you, Inuyasha,” he commented.

“Havewhat?” he scowled, not even bothering to look up at him.

“Ohthat’s really classy, Inuyasha,” Kikyo joined coldly, and hecould swear he heard a hint of… What was that? Bitterness?Resentment?

Thatmade him react. What on earthwere they talking about?

Fortunatelyfor him, Sango had already walked over to him, and she handed him asmall, round mirror, which he took, more than confused.

Atfirst, he didn’t notice anything, but after tilting it, he let outan exclamation of disbelief. There, on his neck, there was a fuckingobvious hickey, that his jacket’s collar had probably hidden upuntil then.

“Sowho are they, Inuyasha?” Miroku asked.

Inuyashaignored him. She had to have done then when— Well, shit.And here he thought dog demons were bad when it came to marking theirterritory.

Onthe one hand, he felt strangely proud. His instincts were claiming tohim that this meant he was hers,and he kinda liked the feeling. It did make him want to reciprocatethough. He doubted she’d ever let him in such an obvious place, butthen he could always try.

Onthe other hand, he sure hoped she’d planned something grandto make it up for him tonight. But something was telling him that hewouldn’t be disappointed…

Ineed to stop making them have sex in semi-public locations. Also, didKagome used her spiritual powers to leave a somewhat lasting hickeyon Inuyasha? Well it looks like it, doesn’t it?

Alsodear @eternalnight8806-3, I saw you weren’t doing well and I hope you enjoyedthis. You’re such a wonderful part of this fandom and it alwaysbrightens my day to see you on my dash, so I truly hope you’ll feel better

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