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fragileizywriting · 1 year

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Me, squishing Kitty and DL!Adrien together: Don't mind me just making them make out...don't look for the Chat doll, I've done dispicable things with him and Kitty already-

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he can't fuck her— he really, really can't, but that doesn't mean she's sad about it.

it starts because she's mumbling about how she doesn't feel as special as the other marinettes. it's hard being a lady noire; to be an 'expected' ladybug and yet have to turn the other way from it because of a mistake that ended up shaping her entire life. destiny slipping out between her fingers like sand and she's learned better than to try to scoop it back up.

leaning her head on his shoulder, talking about how she can't even pick the flowers that marinette wants and needs makes her feel useless. she wants to help, it sings in her bones and vibrates in her gums, about how useful she can be. how useful she should be to everyone.

"you're the most combat-ready marinette here, you know."

"me being able to handle a knife isn't exactly useful."

that raise of his brow is all at once condicending and unimpressed. "now you're just saying shit. who's the one who brought home a tuna the size of luka, all by herself? i heard you pulled that beast out of the lake with your bare hands, screaming about becoming more powerful than god."

she had to prove herself, and she has a chronic habit of spitting out word salad when in extreme stress. had she injured her back? maybe. sitting is kind of hard. and she'd eaten shit many times, falling into the lake while chat and the naga-luka yelled out to ask her to stop before she drowned, but she perservered.

that tuna had tasted amazing.

"but i can't make magic poof out of my hands!" she groans. "look at me! there's no magic! me doing the spidey hand doesn't make silk pop out with a thwap, but i promise you, your marinette could make something happen." she makes the move just to prove it, curling her middle and ring finger in and aiming for a tree. the only thing that happens is a pinecone falls, pinging off an exposed root, rolling away. "she'd make something cool happen. i'm depressingly human."

and she's the only marinette that is, too.

"'depressingly human', huh? alright. come here, already," adrien laughs, even though she's sitting back down right next to him with a huff, nearly ontop of him already. he's not mean to her, and he's definitely not cruel, but there's a flash of something in his eyes very few times when they talk, like he can't help himself with the way he responds whenever she does something. maybe they're just pre-programmed to talk to each othr in a specific way, even if they aren't actually the marinette or luka or adrien they ended up instinctually replying to. "you're getting antsy."

if she had her cat ears, she'd flatten them. "w...what?"

"whenever my marinette feels antsy, she's gotta sit here." he pats his knee.

"why?" she asks, blinking at him with wide eyes.

"because it makes her feel better. and it'll make you feel better, too."

and it does.

it does because it's adrien, and even though he's not her adrien, she still fits under his chin. even with all her skirts and all her petticoats ballooning out like she's the topping of a cupcake, strong arms still wrap around her while she keeps talking; babbling about how she doesn't feel like she's providing a lot as a member of the 'marinette' club, to where she doesn't even feel like a marinette. it always seems like marinettes know what they're doing. always have a plan and an idea. she's just comedic relief— and boy, does she do it well— but she's not... marinette.

"i think you're plenty marinette."

"doesn't it sound weird calling me that, though?"

"a little. you're more 'kitty' to me than anything else, but i'd be stupid not to recognize your soul as any other person."

"is that a thing?" she asks him. he smells nice. he doesn't squirm when her nose presses into that dip of his neck, nor does he swallow dry when she impulsively licks. his dark skin is beautiful, and flush, and this scent of fresh linen and sandalwood is making her head spin.

"oh, yeah." that huff feels full of irony. "demons have soul-perception in my world, and the three of you look exactly the same inside. little butterfly wings fluttering in there. which is how i know you, a gremlin, are just as much as a marinette as them."

she finds herself giggling. "that's not nice."

"i know my hellcat," he says, simply, almost oblivious to how she quiets and burrows closer. she's pinking as he continues talking, smiling to herself in a way that makes her feel a full decade younger. one of his hands reaches down to pet at her thighs, the other supporting her back— neither of them say anything when her knee jerks at the contact. "and you're the only one, it's true, but you're marinette first and foremost."

she grabs for that hand in her lap. he has rings just like her, though they're different shapes. she still has the one that marinette gave her the last time, on her pinky.

but him? his are so different. one for his family— a family jewel, of course— and one on his middle finger that is so simple and so plain, she never would've guessed it was his favorite. the last one is his— his— but it's hers, too. he's always had it, and never realized that it wasn't just a random accessory, until she'd mentioned it the last time (first time) they'd met.

she tries not to purr, seeing it adorning his hand. "we chat noirs have to stick together."

"i guess i am one, now, huh?"

"whatever you did, it was really brave. i know how scary it is to become one and realize just how much you are. i guess it helped you become a king?"

"it did. it was a mess. almost comedic. lord, you just won't believe how i fucked up the place where i spent my entire childhood and realized i'd transformed."

"i bet it was beautiful."

"sort of. in a way."

"i don't have any doubt that it was," she whispers. "there's something cathartic about breaking everything you can, isn't there?"

"there is," he says. smiling. because he understands— not in a way that her adrien would, or luka either. there's a home in the fire that burns what they touch. he takes her hand in his; peels off the family jewel off his thumb and gives it to her. "these two, on my hands," he murmurs into her ear, soft and gentle and rolling, "are what kept me going after i realized what i did. and what i could do."

her heart flutters. the chat noir ring. her ring. their ring. "good."

his hand fists her petticoats. "want me to show you how?"

it's almost amazing how she doesn't pop her head off on accident with the way she bobbles. "yes!" and, because she knows that her sunshine likes it when she's honest and open and willing, she punches out a: "please, adrien, can you show me?"

he kisses her temple. he kisses more than just that, actually, leaning her head back and away so he can line her cheek with chaste presses of his mouth against her skin that has her shivering. though she's wearing what seems to be a whole wedding dress full of fabric swishing around her legs, he finds a way for it to bunch up enough to trail up her leg. when his lips touch hers, she remembers just how much she enjoyed taking caramel candies from the pantry past bedtime without her parents knowing. the thrill of the kiss is shocking, enough to get her brain to buzz and float.

his fingers find their way under her panties so quickly. there's no preamble— her adrien would tease her softly with his fingertips; he would trace the seam of her folds and press a nail into her clit until she strangled out how she was ready to be fingered bcause she was wet enough. but this adrien, not her adrien, but an adrien that knows her in a way that her adrien doesn't, touches her leaking hole.

she sucks in a breath when he breeches and starts to slide in.

"i can't fuck you," he tells her. he's not fingering, not yet, but letting her adjust against his fingers. she can feel her heartbeat down there, almost syncopated with how it thrums in her teeth. "i physically can't. i'm not human; i don't have..."

her head is spinning, wiggling in his lap. there's poprocks in her brain. "oh, you don't have a—"

"—i do," he laughs. "hey. easy. you can feel me underneath your ass, don't you?"

yes. sizeable. no wonder she's so antsy to get his fingers inside. "y-yeah."

"yeah," he breathes. a shift of his hand, angling his wrist upwards so he can press up into her bladder has her whining. "but it'll hurt a lot. too much. you're too small. i can't fuck you because i don't have the space."

"i punched gabriel in the face and all i did was scream in excitement," she slurs out. "i can handle excitement."

"i believe you, hellcat. but if your heart beats any harder than this, i might give you a heart attack, and i know your adrien is sweet and kind, but i've seen him get sadistic to the point it's humiliatingly good." and with that, he quiets, pressing up and curling his fingers, his rings getting slippery and shiny from her arousal.

she does her best not to cry out too loud in the middle of this forest when she finally orgasms.

#speakizys #demon lovin #sharks and sugar #fire lily petals #izycrossover

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blocksruinedme · 1 year

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SMALLETHO WEEK STATUS: PENULTIMATE REPORT

(please let this be penultimate report)

Okay I have 11 hours to get these out in saturday my time zone and i am going to do it, or i'll take my me off and throw me in the lake (it's right there down the street I'll do it.)

You'd think they'd be done by now. You'd think given how many days ago they were first "basically drafted" they'd be done right now. But noooo, some bitch (me) decided the fic "deserve more" and there are scenes "they really need" and like fine yes I still agree but why can't they just be done.

Red Life fic:

the first three sections are about incidents after turning red than made etho go "huh" about joel. they serve their purpose, but currently exist mostly in the form i scrawled down on the back of another fic in my car after the dentist. I could def describe things more, add a little more reflection about their place in the double life ecosystem as they start murdering and burning

gotta make good kiss at end, and the last bits of lead in, and the little bit after

the main issues here is that i gotta go rewatch DL ep 4 from multiple POVs. at minimum i need pearl's pov of dying, and maybe check for some other people's reactions to joel's shit that are not in smalletho vids but in universe they would have heard. (if only i could shove knowledge of every traffic episode fully into my head, sigh. so much content.

so that's not too bad!

fuck me there's 36 [] around words i don't like/phrases that need to be replaced/etc. fml fml fml

LARPer au morning after fic

apparently i'm adding all this backstory, which means i got to take it out o the author's notes, which i hope will make it more appealing. it's mostly about the party that this is morning after, but it's joel pov and *very* focused on getting laid, he's kinda aware that a lot of shit went down for pretty much everyone else

i want to add a very quick awkward bit with joel asking jimmy about the party the night before, currently he's totally succeeding at making joel (who is very distracted) think he's fine. and it's not gonna get explained in this story, but i'm not setting up a giant mystery, it's just more of "joel missed some shit last night". if that upsets people... i'm sorry! i'm actually very new t writing fic but it feels fine? it's a 5k story, alluding to the rest of the world seems fine

then it's just, fuck holding my breath... 40 sets of []. many many many of them, when i have people look at them, they say "that's fine", and it's just me at "will i have a time to struggle for a synonym/rephrasing

Dear everyone who compliments my writing skill (which i love, keep on doing it)

i hope you are not comparing yourself to me. here's some reasons why i probably have a leg (several legs?) up on you

i am very old and have been writing in one way or another possibly since before you could write.

I legit used to teach sat prep in writing, i have been trained in this and made money on it

if you live like i do, when you are my age you will also have a pretty big vocabulary

i usually edit a lot. I get beta, i throw problem sentences and such at friends, i've gotten proofreading from actual professionals. If i published most of my first drafts, well. I might not get as many "well written" compliments (though i think my plot and characterization would be similar levels of quality, my voices not so much - i have google docs for the way people talks and go through my dialogue looking for places to change things. it's actually great. i could share it?)

it's wild that what is my most popular fic by 3x is the one that went from thought of to posted in <12 hours and thus had only quick editing. so, it's not alway from editing

i just never want anyone who doesn't have those things to compare themself negatively to me, y'know? That said I'm a hypocrite, I compare myself negatively to professional writers in other fandoms. So, do as i say, etc

am i avoiding getting back to writing? yes

back to joel talking about asking scott to help him get tarted up

okay one last thing, me being pleased with my writing - i am jumping between my early 20s larper au and my late 20s/30s burning man au, and i think i am doing a good job at giving age appropriate characterizations to similar version of the same characters. my 21 year old Etho feels 21 to me and my early 30s Etho feels early 30s to me. These ensembles are very much based on my own experiences so I've got a lot to work with, 60 year olds would be harder :)

#me #my writing #larper au

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not-poignant · 2 years

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21, 24, 26, 35, and 37, if you'd like! 😁

21 something you’ve kept since childhood?

I don't think anything lasted from my childhood, anon. I used to collect a lot of secondhand books but my mum threw them all out one day. All of my toys have been thrown out. Maybe some of the Garfield comics I bought secondhand as a teen, I still think I have some of those. There's nothing I deliberately kept. Objects were transitive and we didn't have that many in the first place, we were living under the poverty line for some time, and my mother is a big believing in getting rid of stuff that you no longer need when you live in a caravan or a tiny house (so am I now that I live in a cottage, it's a relatable vibe actually.)

This is kind of a melancholic question, tbh. I know some people keep blankets and toys or keepsakes. I think I would have kept my animal encyclopedias. Maybe I still have one? *thinks* I think I still have one of those! *checks* I STILL HAVE AN ANIMAL ENCYCLOPEDIA. I saved it from my mum's 'I'm gonna throw that shit out' clutches aslfdkjasfdsa HUZZAH.

(She threw out my first novel too daskljfdaslkfsa like, the first one I actually wrote).

24 if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

Very quickly getting off it while I wail 'Why did you convince me to do this!? I hate it!!!' because I'm afraid of heights actually. Never in my life will anyone get me on a rooftop. I can't even go to the top of the DNA tower in Kings Park. I don't even like being at the top of steep stairs looking down.

In fact, one of the reasons I had to stop competitive swimming was that I hated diving from the slightly raised platform into the lap pool. Like, we're not talking a diving board, just that slightly raised platform into the lap pool. I could do it, but I fucking hated it. (I quit competitive swimming for a few different reasons tbh but that was definitely a factor!)

26 a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

All the things that caused my PTSD/CPTSD man, those flashbacks aren't kind.

In terms of voluntarily recalling? *thinks* Usually stuff I feel guilty about or that I fucked up on, whether it's how I communicated to someone, how I didn't communicate to someone, or mostly around social interactions where I can easily be like 'oh wow you were barely human that day huh?'

If I'm stressed out and feel the need to get out of the house but can't because of illness or sickness, I often remember being on wintry beaches. And one of my favourite 'I can't sleep' visualisations is to put on an ocean wave generator and imagine I'm on a little snuggly nest-bed on the seashore, with sea grasses waving nearby, and seagulls crying as they fly around, and a gentle breeze washing over me, and I can hear the waves but I know they won't hurt me and then - hey presto - I'm asleep.

That's probably the nicest scenario I've replayed multiple times. :D

35 what’s your timezone?

GMT+8 with no DLS

37 someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

I'm a Tumblr old so this one is actually easy. My roommate I've known for nearly 20 years. Most of my friends I've known for over 10 years. I mean hell my Facebook account is over 10 years old so everyone on there who knew me from the beginning... A lot of friends from Livejournal who ported over to Dreamwidth I've known for well over 10 years. Most of the non-family people in my life I've known for over 10 years, and some for over 20.

Like, I started my AO3 account nearly 10 years ago and there's still some really early 2013 readers so in like 1-2 years I can say a whole bunch more people, lol.

I am pretty ride or die for my friends. It takes me a long time to open up to individuals, but once I do, I'm pretty much in it for life. There are friends I have who I met on Livejournal when they were doing their undergrads, and then their prac, who have now been practicing therapists or psychiatrists for years, and I've seen them go into private practice, or join different clinics, some of them have had children, some have gotten married, divorced, some have transitioned, and in only a few years I'll have known many of those people for 2 decades.

This question is a lot easier to answer when you're old and have never left/moved from the place you were born! I think it's harder if you're like... 15.

From this meme!

#asks and answers #memey goodness #personal #if y'all ever want to ask follow up questions feel free #i generally will talk about most things #except my personal preferences in kink tbh #which only matters to me and my partner/s #and sometimes relevant friends in the community lol #it's actually really cool to realise #how many people i've known and loved for over 10 years #hell even my beta reader and i are going to have been friends for nearly 10 years soon!

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tsvkishma · 3 years

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you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet, Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group.

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!”

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name.

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.5: Mukami Yuma [Track 9+10]

Original title: どうでもいい & オレが噛み砕いてやる

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 5: Mukami Yuma [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: I survived another More, Blood CD...but I’m not sure if the same can be said about the MC in this one, oof. All of these early era CDs end in a super vague way where you can’t really tell if she ends up living or dying from blood loss. The latter seems more likely but logic doesn’t apply to the DL universe most of the time. :p I did enjoy translating this one because I just love the way Yuma talks. I used to struggle with him the most in terms of translating, but I’ve finally found a style I’m comfortable with and now he’s one of my favorite characters to translate for.

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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TRACK 9: Whatever

*Rustle rustle*

“Fuck...I didn’t approach ya with this intention but...The more I suck yer blood...the better it becomes...Haah...I see...Right...I can just suck ya completely dry...then hand over yer empty, withered body to him. Hehe~ Aren’t I a genius? ...Ya think so too, don’t ya?”

*Smack smack*

[00:50] “Oi...Are ya listenin’? ...Ahn? Ya want to remain mine as well, don’t ya?”

*Rustle*

“Ah...Fuck...I’m thirsty again...The fuck’s goin’ on? This is bad...Did I get bewitched by yer blood as well?”

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

“Haah...Ughーー”

*RIIIIIIP*

“Haah...I bet you’re hidin’ even delicious blood somewhere, aren’t ya? Show me...!”

*RIIIIIP*

“Ughーー! Where is it!? Show it to me...!!”

*Sniff*

[01:44] “Haah...Smells great...Yer back smells lovely too...Aah...Your blood is more fragrant...than any perfume out there...”

He starts licking your back.

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haah...I can taste it even through your skin...Hahn...Mmh...”

*Sluuuuurp*

[02:26] “...I’m ashamed of myself...I’m actin’ like a starved dog right now...”

You beg for his fangs.

“Hehe...Aahー I don’t mind plungin’ my fangs in right away but the nerves here are really sensitive, ya know?”

*Rustle rustle*

[02:49] “Am I gonna go mad after I’ve indulged in every drop of blood flowin’ through your veins...? In that case, I want to take my time and savor the taste of yer blood for as long as I can...”

*Rustle*

“Mmh...Nn...Yer body is seriously sweet...This is messed up...Were ya made to be a Vampire trap or somethin’...?”

*Sluuuuurp*

[03:26] “I bet they got pushed ‘round by ya like this as well, didn’t they? In that case, they might be feelin’ relieved now that they’ve finally been freed from ya...Or perhaps they’re already frantically lookin’ to get ya back?”

*Rustle*

“But...Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Aah...Hah...I won’t give ya up...Not to anyone...You belong to me. Don’t ya dare offer yer body to any other guy. Haah...”

*Sluuuuurp*

[04:14] “I see...All these dirty marks left across yer body are proof of possession, aren’t they? Hehe...Now it all makes sense. ...You’ve had all these guys leave their mark on ya from head to toe, yet you’re still not satisfied? Haha...What a greedy girl ya are. Ya disgust me.”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hnnー!”

*Sluuuuurp*

[05:01] “Ugh...Haah...!! Haah, haah...It has started flowin’ out...The blood from here...is really sweet too...How to put it...? Like a fruit...It oozes out like juice the moment you bite down...Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hah...Mmh...Nn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

[05:36] “Aahー!! It coats the inside of my mouth...Seepin’ inside my body...Haah...This shit’s dangerous...One sip is enough to completely ruin ya...However, the moment ya get a taste, you’re done for...Haah...I don’t even want to imagine havin’ to go back to drinkin’ any other blood...Ahー For some reason...I no longer give a damn ‘bout anythin’ else.

[06:25] ...I want you...I want your blood...oh-so badly...I don’t know what to do with myself...I bet ya want me to mess ya up real good with my fangs as well, don’t ya...? I can tell that yer whole bein’...that yer blood is seekin’ me out...wantin’ me to bite ya all over...until ya drown in me...”

TRACK 10: I’ll Rip You Up With My Fangs

*Rustle*

“Haah...Twist your body more...Writhe around...tryin’ to lure me in...Come on. Where do ya want it next? Haah...Look at ya lyin’ there pantin’ while havin’ a guy hover over ya...Haha...It’s hilarious...”

*Rustle*

[00:39] “At this rate...I might end up devourin’ ya whole...I must have a few screws loose as well...It’s all yer fault tho’...Aren’t ya infected with some weird virus or somethin’...? One that makes Vampires grow exceptionally attached to ya...”

*Rustle*

“Well then...Where do ya want my fangs next? I’ll plunge them right in...Deeply...Down to the very core...”

*Rustle*

Yuma bites you again.

“Mmhーー!!”

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“...Aah...”

*Rustle*

[01:49] “I sunk my fangs into yer lower back...Hehe, bet ya can no longer even tell where I’m bitin’, can ya? Hah...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Nnh...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Mmph...Nn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hah...Ughーー!!”

*Rustle rustle*

[02:24] “Oi...Say somethin’...If it feels good or not...I don’t want to feel like I’m gettin’ it on with some lifeless doll after all. Ah...?”

*Rustle*

“Oi...”

*Smack smack*

“Hehe...Guess you’ve really had all the energy sucked out of ya, huh? Oi, we’re not done yet. Haah?”

*Rustle*

[02:52] “Ugh...Haah...Not yet...Don’t lose consciousness just yet...Give me every single drop of yer blood...I’m still nowhere near satisfied...Neither are ya, am I wrong?”

*Rustle*

“ So...don’t be slouchin’ just yet...Ya can still offer more blood, can’t ya? Ah? Oi...Look this way.”

You turn your head towards Yuma.

“Exactly...Look at me....”

*Rustle rustle*

[03:28] “Come on, keep yer eyes on me. It’s much better than havin’ yer blood sucked while we can’t see each other’s faces, right? Hehehe...Chicks always want it their way after all...”

*Rustle*

[03:47] “Your body’s all twisted and turned...Ahー But I no longer care whether ya make it out alive or not...For some reason, the thought of havin’ some other guy runnin’ away with ya makes me burn with anger.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Mmh...”

Yuma bites you once more.

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Haah...Am I bein’ stubborn...? But if that means I get to keep ya all to myself...then I don’t give a damn...”

*Rustle rustle*

[04:45] “I’m just so parched...I want yer blood and that’s the only thing I give a flyin’ fuck ‘bout...If I have to hand ya over to someone else...I might just destroy everything and everyone ‘round me...Hahaha...Haah...Yer blood’s hella scary...I never thought I’d say these kind of things...Ya might not expect it, but I consider myself to be a pacifist. Gardenin’ is my hobby. Aah...If only you were one of the vegetables in my garden, then I could gobble ya up and just grow ya again afterwards...But I guess life isn’t that easy, huh?”

*Rustle*

[05:59] “I have no other choice...So I’ll love ya plenty, seekin’ ya out...As long as yer blood is this incredibly sweet at least...Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Mmh...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Nn...Mmh...”

*Sluuuuurp*

*Rustle*

*Sluuuuurp*

[06:48] “Leavin’ bite after bite...Until I’ve ripped ya apart with my fangs...There might be nothin’ of ya left by the end, but that’s what ya want, isn’t it...?”

*Rustle*

[07:08] “It’s written all over yer face...That ya want me...Want me to crave ya like this...Come on...Submit yerself to me...I’ll make ya feel amazing.”

*Rustle*

“Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers more blood #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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weirdest-al · 3 years

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Mokay just a few thoughts because i have been thinking them and i think we could use some ~wholesome vibes~

so like a big chunk of this last/latest chapter of the fic i’m working on is much to do with ice dodging and just like izumi being A Perfectionist about it and just placing too much on her young shoulders blah blah blah really it just made me think more thoughts like

- first and foremost the idea that ice dodging is only for 14 year old boys? not if Katara has a say in it, which she does, and let’s just say, that is a thing of the past, gender? no gender? get on the boat, it’s rite of passage time kids

- Zuko having to go ice dodging to become an honorary member of the Water Tribe and just being like ha ha joke’s on you I’ve captained a ship before and then being like ha ha joke’s on me and sorry fourteen year olds .. do.. this? Alone?

- speaking of 14 year olds when Lu Ten (the oldest) turns 14 he’s s u p e r excited, like already on the boat when everyone else shows up in the morning just like take a seat folks and watch how the pros do it

- okay but also like Hakoda and Zuko being on board bc tradition is that the father accompanies the children and like 1. Zuko both passed the test and is their father and 2. both Hakoda and Zuko recognize the importance of them both being there for the children, like Hakoda because he is not just an honorary member of the tribe and because he missed the ritual with his own children, and Zuko because he is, you know, dad, and also because it’s like hey you really are a part of this now, it’s not some surface level thing

- But also Zuko being quite nervous in private about the whole ordeal (with all of them but like especially Lu Ten because he’s the first one and it kinda dawns on him that this is pretty dangerous and that’s their SON??? he’s a CHILD??) Katara reassuring Zuko that their son is going to be fine and that none of them have failed yet (YET?!)

- Still, the minute he’s in sight of his kids he makes sure to be totally outwardly calm (especially considering he can only sit back and watch unless shit really hits the fan) so he still makes sure to give his kids a big thumbs up to be like ha ha it’s all good who’s worried not me go get em champ

- Kya though.... nervous WRECK right up until the moment she’s on board, like the only thing she can fathom is immediately sinking the boat and everything falling to absolute shit dishonor on you dishonor on your cow and irreparable damage to a boat that was probably pretty costly to make, except the minute she actually sets sail it’s just like ah Kalm

- Lu Ten being like Kya chillax, it’s really fun! you’ve got this! (really trying to be a supportive older brother about it) and Kya being like you’re a WATERBENDER you can’t DROWN!! To which he just is like ?????? I.... I don’t think that’s how that works at ALL

- I also just really like the idea of Katara writing down a little booklet of all the ice dodging tips and tricks and gifting it to each of her kids the night before, like I know you’ve been gearing up for this but just in case, here’s some last minute wisdom, just like passing down all the wisdom she gathered from her own experience and also just hearing everyone else’s stories (especially with Lu Ten because she’s like okay here’s some waterbending tricks, keep it on the DL). Also the booklet would definitely end with very heartfelt notes and blessings for each of the kids that she definitely cries a little writing (argh rites of passage, everything’s a bar/bat mitzvah huh)

- Rohan and Izumi get to do it together :’^) But Izumi is a total perfectionist and Rohan is a real devil may care kinda kid and them finding a balance bc the s t a k e s! Also that’s just... how they operate, somehow they always manage to balance each other out

- also like... yes please GOD the twins just being there for each other always at the end of the day even though they’re so opposite in terms of personality, like when push comes to shove they have each other’s backs and really understand one another

- but also Izumi being like well if we fuck this up I shame not only one but TWO nations, the entire legacy of postwar world rests on my fourteen year old shoulders apparently and I’ll be seen as an outsider and a failure in the Water Tribe! But yeah, glad the whole family is here to see that

- and then Rohan being like but what if I did this... blindfolded?

- hmm what marks would everyone get, well I’ll tell ya!

Lu Ten gets the Mark of the Brave

Kya gets the Mark of the Wise

Rohan gets the Mark of the Brave (well, a bit reckless, but there’s no mark for that... yet)

Izumi gets the Mark of the Trusted

- ugh UNCLE SOKKA giving these kids their marks and just being like well a little tearbending never hurt nobody

- in any case, all of them succeeding and everyone just being proud and happy and the kids feeling like they can have a place in two worlds, that being children of two different cultures doesn’t mean they have to clash. Just being a part of tradition and realizing that the world is complex, but it isn’t all bad, and that they get to be a part of it!! Also they all eat lots of food and have Good Family Bonding Times because hell we all deserve that don’t we

lmao okay so this was more than “a few” thoughts but like who cares dude

#zutara #steambabies #i just.... have so many feelings y'all #like.... yes these kids are deeply tied to their mother's traditions!!!#as they SHOULD BE #ugh i'm soft #weak #this family kills me #atla #wow this post was... long #sorry not sorry :^) you will read my thinks

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casualdadnomad · 4 years

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modern gaang au time!!!!!! still two years older than their original series ages because i like when they're all in high school together

✨ technology habits ✨

• the group chat never has a solid name. it bounces from the gaang to team avatar to who knows what constantly.

• toph has silly names in her contacts for everyone. she says it's funny listening to text to speech say them.

• aang is the most casual on social media. he posts random low quality pictures of everything and everyone

• katara tries to keep an aesthetic. she's on vsco, but no one else in the gaang is

• sokka has 3 different private stories, each with varying security clearance

• the most exclusive one is only toph and suki

• suki is on tumblr and so is zuko. they both keep it on the dl though.

• when sokka saw "fish + dirt dissolving agent" he went off the grid for like three days

• he prefaced this by posting on his main snapchat story "don't hmu. need to heal." and people got worried

• sokka and katara play 8 ball on imessage constantly

• toph had a secret "team avatar gossip" twitter account for a while until zuko found it

• he sent screenshots to the group chat because it was just toph talking random shit

• suki: why did you say im in a relationship with katara

katara: i'd never do that to sokka!

suki: and you're straight

katara: yeah that too

• suki's instagram is mostly activism with some videos of the kyoshi color guard (from my small town high school au)

• ty lee is constantly making tiktoks of the gaang hanging out

• she made a "rating my girlfriend throughout the day" tiktok and mai had no idea until it showed up on her fyp

• they have a life360 group just in case of emergencies

• "this would have been helpful when you were chasing us down, huh zuko"

• sokka discovered digital art and is thrilled

• when he starts out he uses the premade brushes like wood grain and old skin on procreate

• eventually he stops doing that

• aang has a live background or katara waterbending

• suki, ty lee, and sokka all removed auto capitalization for the aesthetic

• sokka won't post any normal pictures on his instagram. only boomerangs(an instagram app that turns pictures into gifs). "it's a matter of principle"

• aang gets addicted to subway surfers and that leads to the entire gaang (minus toph, zuko, and mai) spending a month trying to beat each other's high scores

• toph always blasts music ("it's my god-given right to use my ears constantly") and turns the bass all the way up because she likes to see the songs

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glowyjellyfish · 3 years

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Gather round, children, for the legend of Grimwood Abbey

(that’s the tiny pre-MCC I mentioned the other day. I only came up with this concept, oh, over a year ago. Dropped it to play a nice easy modern Megahood. I don’t have much wherewithal.)

...so I have spent two days on the weekend so far just working on getting my CC sorted out so I can consider starting this. Yesterday the big issues were a. realizing it was super inefficient to delete stuff in-game one by one even though it’s nice to be able to see it, and becoming paralyzed with indecision about whether to take the time to hunt down unidentified files by hand, or continue spending time deleting dozens and dozens of recoiled by hand… eventually I did a little of both, but boy I gotta use some kind of tooltip renamed now huh… b. I am not good at Delphy’s Download Organizer. I don’t understand it. Why is there no “how to use” documentation. So then I set it to scan for orphans or duplicates, stare hopelessly at the results unable to figure out what is the best course of action, and then quietly quit it to yet again… move files around manually. Don’t get me wrong, I was able to use it to shove several file types into correct folders, but my real issue would be so easily solved if there was a thoroughly explained duplicate scanner that I was able to trust. Ugh, I probably should have started by moving all the files to one big folder and sorting them from there but WHATEVER.

Because, you see, like many simmers, I have been collecting my cc since roughly 2004. I legit cannot remember if I have lost the whole thing and had to start over, but this collection can certainly be traced back to my first laptop that could run the Sims 2. For the longest time, I merely collected a big pile of everything shiny and cool that caught my eye, resulting in a big mixed-up mess combining modern and medieval fantasy and sci-fi and random fandoms and steampunk and everything I ever enjoyed. That… was not sustainable. I tried keeping individual folders within Downloads for specific genres, with the idea that I could swap them in and out for different hoods. Alas, that was too time-consuming for my taste, and I ended up with the same basic downloads folder but very lightly sort of organized but not really.

Sometime within the last ten years, I started trying to cultivate different downloads folders of broad genre categories, all neatly saved on a big flash drive. That’s all well and good, but copying and backing up that shit took away precious hours I could be using to play. Not only that, but it was very rough trying to separate my downloads folder properly—some stuff worked well for multiple genres! So I ended up making copies of the whole downloads folder to build these alternates, which I could then whittle down to only the stuff I actually wanted in there. This medieval alternate downloads folder therefore also contained the folder I’d labeled Medieval CC in my last attempt at organizing, and just to be sure I copied everything over and back repeatedly. And you know how it goes—every time I got excited about the idea of an MCC, I had to go out and download anything new or shiny. And oh yeah, had to stock up on defaults because now I could be using a solely medieval downloads folder! And this new CC would get plonked right into the DL folder, nary a care for organization because I needed to play before I lost interest!

So I had at least two, possibly three copies of all the same content in a collection of medieval CC that’s been building for, let’s call it 15 years more or less. I can’t trust the download organizer—like sir are you showing me all of them? do I throw all these out or leave one behind?—and doing it by hand is extremely tedious, carefully removing all txt and preview files to improve my load time. And actually playing a year-old story concept is delayed yet again.

I’ve got a Megahood set up that I can start converting to medieval whenever I get my act together, and I still that that sounds like fun but also waaaay too big a project for me (latest issue: wait if the capulets and montagues are traditionally alike in dignity is it wrong to make the Capps gentry and the montys merchants? But if I make them both gentry it’ll be an entire damn subhood of nothing but gentry!). I also have the same old MCC hood I started building a year ago, restarting after years of having the concept ready (this one is Algary and it is the one i was building a castle for; it has a few interesting rolled families to start with such as the gentry family having no sim older than teen and me choosing to set that up as the direct heir and some cousins, and a peasant family that involved two elderly ladies who were in love and joined households after their obligatory husbands died, pooling resources to care for their families, but one of them was gonna feel obliged to head off to the church and repent while the other cared for the kids and became a midwife). And then there’s the new guy, Grimwood Abbey, whose concept is only a year old but I sure hope I can follow through on it because it is quite small. Even then I can’t decide yet whether to start with one household (everybody living together for protection!), two households (the church vs the knights), or several households (each knight beginning in their own household with their squire). The latter would make it easier for each knight to earn their own money and compete to purchase gentry approval from the church… but idk.

Anyway. After all that I am really hoping I am about ready to actually play a bit. Even just making some sims and buildings. Today I need to progress further in weeding out CC, try to find a way I can do that more efficiently, maybe find some nice standardized set of makeup and default eyes and skin to use rather than the haphazard collections I barely touch (I prefer to lean toward maxis match over Shiny Realistic skins where everyone has auto makeup, but I’m sure there is something nice out there that suits my needs), and I unfortunately saw some nice medieval clothes I don’t have while downloading a whole fresh set of Sun&Moon Star Factory stuffs (which, I had multiple copies of! Didn’t know what was updated and what was outdated or what! So I threw out everything I had and re-downloaded the entire collection, which may have been a bit drastic but it definitely worked. Also, why is there no complete user guide for this. A “how to get started” or something. Whatever.), so I also gotta download that. Then maybe I can make a test sim to make sure defaults and stuff work okay, and then maybe download some medieval lots to speed up the building process? And then I can play one of my various hood concepts finally actually? Maybe?

TLDR: I am getting frustrated because I have so many downloads, many of them duplicates within folder within the main folder, that it’s taking me all weekend just to straighten them out (and even then I might not be able to finish, despite it being a 3 day weekend where I live). I swear, it would be faster just to throw it all away and start over, except I can’t do that because I am clearly a CC hoarder and I might need a piece of CC that can no longer be downloaded.

...thus goes the preliminary legend of Grimwood Abbey and the horror story of Getting It Set Up. Someday, someday...

#the sims 2 #medieval sims #grimwood abbey #boy I hope somebody enjoys reading my long winded rambling complaints #it’s okay someday I might have actual sims content to post #simblr #I guess #I feel like I have not discovered the correct way to tag this yet

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoldretired · 4 years

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uhhhh pregame headcanon time

mostly himiko time but i got a few others to. also just so yal know, i prefer the pg! au where its a simulation a la sdr2. so. context.

HIMIKO TIME pg!himiko got her talent mostly as like a sick joke bc she’s desperate for meaning, so they give her a meaningless talent ahaha. but also. i think she’d prob practice witchcraft or like, or maybe just like really interested. also her magic talent comes from the fact she’s specialized in the slip of the hand if you know what i mean. the five finger discount. the buy none get all free deal. she’s a klepto, you guys.

but besides that she like, really dislikes dr and thinks all of these guys are total weirdos but also she’s here so she’s a weirdo too.

basically the same super apathetic kind of useless everyone’s a comedian personality as in drv3. but this time taking NO ONE’s bullshit super adamant about how she’s against killing and won’t do it.

i want to see her insult lazily insult everyone else there bc she just cannot give a shit. regular himiko is depressed but in denial. pg himiko is depressed and leans way too far into that apathy.

would bully the dr kinnies bc htat’s what pg characters are aksdlfjdal

i could see her getting some threats about her going first and how ppl cant wait to kill her and she’s like good! yes! please, thank you so much.

kaito: cant wait to make you the first victim himiko: yea well cant wait to see you choke on your own blood space cowboy

on a side note, bc she’s surrounded by a bunch of people who literally cannot wait to have the chance to murder, she starts carrying one of those long tasers, covers it with floam and glitter, and carries it in a wand holster. ppl try to threaten her till shes like baap baap you had somethin to say?

while she has slight of hand and some basic witchcraft down she’d prob really enjoy learning magic. tricks are fun. soemtimes she’ll do some to entertain people, but is really facetious when she says its magic. dr is literally a joke to her she is taking NONE of this seriously

ok but like bc i like to make myself suffer - i think she would’ve been friends with rantaro’s sister in school and like, comforted her during all of 52. himiko auditioned for 53 as like a joke but when she got in their friendship ended bc it felt like a betrayal to amami’s sister. angery.

she also has a weird relationship with amami bc she knew him from before, but pre 52 is not the same as post 52. she’s also like, one of the few people to treat rantaro as a normal person, so he appreciates that. he might ask questions about how his sister was going and himiko would be honest that it really fucked her up, but now, two people she loved are going on the show. so that’ll be worse.

when they’re both out of the game afterwards they spend a lot of time with rantaro’s sister, just making sure she’s ok. they both really goofed it up. but they gotta try to recover.

also bc i like to make myself suffer - p much her only friend in the pg like, photoshoots and prep time (prob a month) was korekiyo bc they were the two seminormal people who didn’t wat to be there. she was there bc she lacked all meaning, and kork was there to run away from home. i could see kork legitimately being interested in what himiko is learning and she could give them like, tarot readings or stuff. they made promises about how they’d stay friends and work together to make it out and teach people that you don’t have to be violent to win.

when she gets out she remembers all these memories of their time together and the promises they made. maybe evne finds some photos or videos of the two of them together on her phone. she cries a lot for lost friendship/time

i do think their friendship would recover with a lot of therapy and time. but i’m talking a LOT of therapy and time.

related, i don’t think himiko can be friends with angie after the betrayals in dr, she’d stay friends with tenko, but have to set hard boundaries. i honestly realy hate tenko and himiko as a couple for the same reason i hate souda and sonia as a couple.

uhhhhh she hates kaito’s guts

kaito hates hers

he LITERALLY is so excited to kill her like seeing her makes him see red

OK HARD SHIFT OVER TO RANTARO: rantaro’s whole schtick in 52 was a cowboy adventurer motif complete with the hat and a corduroy jacket. he keeps the jacket but not the hat, at least in training. it takes a while for his voice to adjust back to normal

rantaro was only chosen as a sacrifice for 53 bc he was either the mastermind or one of the final blackened, so his co ppl decided it as a punishment. you thought playing villain would win huh? fuk u. 2nd game amami

his hair was NOT green in 52 i could see him hving another pastel color like purple or silver tho

KORK: kork was running away from home and is super timid/quiet. really keeps to themselves. keeps the facemask ON as a protective measure might get misgendered a few times by kaito bc pg kaito is a dick but himiko would bite his head off for that.

is super uncomfortable with their whole motif/outfit and is constantly worried its foreshadowing they’re gonna be a villain. himiko tries to console them and be like lol no that’d be way too obvious like evne if you do kinda look like a nazi on the dl they wouldn’t make it THAT obvious would they

they rlly would

everyone gets makeovers during the pg to fit their characters and they watned to cut kork’s hair and its literlaly the first time anyone saw them display any aggression pg. so instead they just let it be.

also pg wears it in a bun at the base of their neck insead of down bc its more convenient

kaito memeota: pg kaito is a piece of shit but we know that. but also i cant decide if he’s like, a piece of shit only in intervies and super full of himself but not as bad as he seems. or if he’s actually the type to kill a bird with his hands for a sick rush.

the type to beat his wife.

i love game kaito but the idea of pg kaito being the biggest piece of shit mother fucker is so interesting

doesn’t know jackshit about space and has to work damn HARD for that ultimate

idk would prob say the n word or something when he’s singing along to rap music. or maybe just period i could say pg kaito beig the worst

ryoma im telling u i do not think they changed a thing from his backstory and just erased the memories of him auditioning/training. i think that’s literally just him.

this guy has a box mod

kirumi worked in a hot topic/starbucks and that’s why she’s organized

actually really hates spiders and her motif freaks her out

chain smokes

actually really hates politics and is very prolific with her antifascist/activist beliefs and is PISSEd when she’s presented her backstory

would give people stick and pokes in the bathroom

owns a nightmare before christmas hoodie she wears to sleep and is mortified when someone finds it in the wash

ANGIE is a conspiracy theorist and flat earther and like. an amazing athiest type

literally the worst but so charismatic about it

prob runs a successful conspiracy podcast

facts and logic

pissed she didn’t get supreme leader

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krispyalpacaduck · 4 years

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Music Lessons With The Devil Chapter 2

Lucifer x OC fic

Rating: R, for language

A/N: I changed the character’s name while writing this. Her name is now Isra or Is for short.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

I heard someone yelling my name and looked up to see Chloe running full speed at me, nearly crashing into me when she caught up. Bending over to get her breath back, I laughed, “Good morning to you too, Chloe.”

Thrusting her phone into my face, she squealed, “10. Million. Views…Overnight! Over. Night, Is!”

I stopped, taking the phone from her hands so I could see what she was trying to show me.

It was a clip of Lucifer and I playing at Lux the night before.

“Wow…�� I breathed.

“You are viral, girl!”

“Psh. I’m only viral because of him.”

“What do you mean?”

I gave her back her phone and said, “It’s on a Lucifer fan site.”

“Oh, stop it! You were incredible and you know it!” She lightly tapped my arm. “Stop being so modest.”

I handed her back her phone as we walked along the path.

“So… what do you think?”

“I hate him.”

My answer was so sudden Chloe took a step back.

“Not the answer I was expecting. You guys were so electric last night! Did you see the way he was looking at you? Did you feel the room when you played together?? Why do you hate him?”

“I can’t explain it but something about him is just so extremely off putting. I told you last night that that type of man and myself do not get along. Not to mention that attitude and ego? And what Maze said about a list to reserve a spot? Do women literally line themselves up to sleep with him? He’s the absolute worst type of man! God, I wanted to smack him 10 ways to Sunday. He’s dangerous, Chlo.”

Chlo snorted and laughed. “Lucifer? He wouldn’t hurt any-”

“I don’t mean physically. I mean that he’s the kind of man who once you’re on his radar, you don’t get away unless he chooses to let you go. Call it a hunch, but I think I’m in that man’s cross hairs. Buried deep like a tick.”

She got a playful smile on her face. “I feel a but in there.”

I sighed. “Damn you and your perceptions. But I did enjoy playing with him. I’ll think about it as long as he is clear that this is a professional relationship. I’m not about to be another one-night stand for him.”

Chloe ‘s face dropped.

“I know he’s a lot to take in and deal with. Believe me there, but Is… he’s not like the-”

“Good morning, Detective! Coffee for you!”

Lucifer’s bright and cheery face was not what I needed to see this morning. My cheeks flushed at the sound of his voice. The eyes, the way he looked at me. How close we’d been… It all came flooding back in.

“I gotta go Chloe. Class is about to start. Talk to you later.”

She squeezed my arm affectionately with a small smile and watched me walk away.

“Isra!” I heard Lucifer exclaim.

“Last night was exhilarating! You made this old Devil happier than he’s been in a very long time. I’d love to do it again!”

I turned to face him. His smile was beaming, contagious.

“I had a lot of fun too. But listen I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Actually,” Lucifer began, walking up to me. I felt his hand touch the small of my back. That electric shock was back. Fighting the urge to lean into it, I stepped to the side out of his reach.

His eyes furrowed before silent understanding dawned on his face. He brought his hand back, fisting it in embarrassment before putting it down by his side. “Right. Sorry. I wanted to talk to you about an arrangement.”

Juggling the bags on my shoulder, I said, “I’d love to, but really. I have to go. Running late for class.”

“Lucifer, she has to go.” Chloe said, grabbing him by the sleeve. “And so do we!”

Lucifer pouted at Chloe. “But -”

“She said she would talk to you later. Come on. Let’s go.”

“Yes, I guess you’re right. Crime doesn’t wait! I will see you later, Miss Isra.” He said cheerily.

I waved goodbye and turned back in a brisk walk towards the Los Angeles College of Music

.…………………………………………………………………………

Lucifer and Chloe had a case delivered to them about a murder near the Los Angeles College of Music.

“Huh….what a funny coincidence…”

“What’s that?” Chloe asked.

“Isra works at that college, right?”

“Yeah, she does.”

“Well, guess we should pay her a visit!”

Chloe stood with her arms folded across her chest, a knowing look on her face.

“The college, I mean. We should question the Dean right since it was his assistant that was murdered?” Lucifer said, cheerily.

“Lucifer, this is an active police investigation. You will leave her alone while she’s teaching.”

He looked offended. “I give you my word."

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“Did you hear what happened to Cindy?” My assistant said, leaning against my door frame.

“I did. That’s so awful. Who would want to do something like that?”

“I don’t know. The Dean is just sick about it.”

“They were a thing weren’t they?”

“On the DL yeah, but I think everyone knew.”

“That’s so sad. Have they announced a service yet?” I asked quietly.

“I think Friday at 3.”

She came over to me for a hug. I hugged her back as I heard her sniffle.

When she pulled back, I kept my hand on her arm. “My best friend works for the LAPD. If there’s anyone who can find who did this, it’s her.”

She nodded her head and walked out.

In the silence, I was left to my thoughts. As I sat staring at the piano, last night’s events flooded back. It was exhilarating. I’d felt like myself again for a brief moment. No worries, no fears. Just music. I’d played as an accompaniment loads of times before but… no one had ever made me feel the way he did last night… There was something about him that made me tap into a more bare, carnal side of myself that I thought I had locked away. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered his face and the way he stared at me.

Pushing back from the piano, I said, “Nah. Nope. Nada. Net. Nein. Nope nope nope!” Smacking myself a few times in the face, I said, “Pull. Yourself. Together. Pretty faces equal bad.” Mocking myself, I said, “Let’s test the Devil shall we?” Then snorted with laughter. More like test the cement that held up the wall I’d erected.

My heart physically hurt. It hurt to hide who you really were. Who you really wanted to be. I wanted to feel like that again. The way I did with him but knew I couldn’t. As much as I loved music, sometimes music betrayed me. For me, it was like a high that came with an eventual addiction that led to sudden withdrawal. The way someone made me feel when I played with them made me want to chase that high forever. That chase had left me heartbroken, and in one case, almost dead.

After that, I vowed to make it incredibly difficult for someone to love me. For someone to get close to me. It pissed me off that he was able to slide in under the radar. How easily he had slipped through the cracks of that iron wall around my heart.

Feeling my eyes burn at the corners, I angrily swiped at them. I’d felt like this before. Wanting to chase it and holding back because I knew what would happen. I thought I was past this. Thought I was stronger than this. It wasn’t fair.

‘Listen. Life isn’t fair. Life is full of shit-for-brains people. Life is full of psycho people. Life is full of people who can’t handle who you are. You’re going to get hurt. No one gets out of this life without experiencing it. You might think putting your walls up protects you but in reality you’re protecting the world from you.’

I looked up at her slowly, eyes red from crying.

‘It’s so easy to put up that wall and ball yourself up in fear, hate and regret. Don’t forget about all the good that there is in this world. Don’t build the wall up! Instead, knock that motherfucker down! Bare yourself to the world. Let them see who you are! And if a motherfucker wants to disrespect you, then you remind that motherfucker who you are. You remind yourself who you are. You are Israfel Giannone! And no one messes with you!’

The conversation with my grandmother faded from my head. I swear she was keeping tabs on me from the grave, always knowing when to pop in when I needed her the most. It made me smile thinking of that conversation. She always swore when she was angry at someone for making me doubt my self worth. It was aggressive, but hey she was Italian.

I wondered how my grandmother would’ve handled the former lover, ‘Another musician, fancy that’. I seethed inwardly, from an Italian mob family who had left me for dead. I laughed quietly to myself, imagining her 93 year old frame chasing after him with her slipper, yelling profanities. She might’ve been little, but she was fierce!

I looked up to the ceiling, clutching the locket on my chest.

“I will try, Nonna. But it’s not that easy…”

I put one of my headphones in and started to play Fly by Ludovico Einaudi, putting all of my emotions into it

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I said good morning to my students as they filed in for class, greeted with the usual grunts and hollow hello’s. Most of my students took this as an elective so I doubt many of them actually cared about it. I turned around and wrote on the chalkboard the lesson for the day, waiting for them all to be seated.

When things quieted down, I read through the roster, checking off the students as they called out “Here.” or leaving a circle if there was no response. I was almost to the end when I saw a name that was new.

“Lucifer? What in God’s name-”

“Devil, actually.”

I looked up to see him smiling at me.

“Buongiorno, maestro.” He said in a deep, flirty voice with a cheeky wave.

A busty blonde next to him twirling her hair in her finger smacking chewing gum obnoxiously laughed over exaggeratedly, “O.M.G. You speak French? That’s so hot.”

I resisted the urge to walk over to my cabinet and slam my head through it. I watched Lucifer making googly eyes at her and definitely NOT being shy about checking out her chest. I couldn’t help the animalistic sound that came from my throat. Two of the things I despise most in life were sitting right in front of me: womanizers and airheads.

Lucifer’s eyes snapped up to check out the sound he heard, his mouth falling open.

“Are you done?”

He booped the blonde on the nose, giving her a wolfish grin.

“Right. Sorry. Carry on.”

“Fottuto idiota.” I said.

Lucifer sat up, offended. “Now I don’t think that’s necessary!”, with the blonde screeching, “O.M.G. You speak it too?!”

Slamming a book down onto the podium, I gritted my teeth and said, “Read the first chapter of The Musician’s Guide to Aural Skills: Ear Training.” I made sure to stare a hole straight into Lucifer’s head.

Softening my voice I said, “I will be right back.”

I heard sounds of ruffling as the students did as I asked, not sure what would happen if they didn’t. Walking back to my office, I sat down, trying to calm my anger.

“How does Chloe deal with this?”

Lucifer popped into the doorway, seconds later.

“Isra, I-”

In a split second, I stood up, grabbed him by his jacket, pulled him into the room and slammed the door. He stumbled into the wall next to my desk as I rounded, hands on my desk chair.

“Ti sei rincoglionito?!”

“You are full of surprises! What was it again, French?” He had a smile on his face that I just wanted to smack right off of him.

I growled low in my throat, fisting my hands on my chair.

“Fine, I’ll play along. "Qualunque cosa intendi?”

My voice was low and thick as I spat through gritted teeth.

“What… the fuck are you doing here?!”

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A/N: Fottuto idiota means “Fucking idiot.”

Ti sei rincoglionito means “Are you out of your mind?”

Qualunque cosa intendi means “Whatever do you mean?”

I used google translate so for the 1st and 3rd Italian phrases so it may not be 100% correct.

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13-reasons-ideas · 4 years

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Can’t Go Back Part 2

A/N: This was a lot of fun to write. It’s a long one so grab a cup of tea and a snack before you tuck in. I hope you like it! Word count: 7117

I was never the type to break the rules or have secrets. Not from my family or from my friends. I was the good girl, on track to do “great things” as my granddad said one Christmas. My friends were the ones who did the fun stuff. I was the girl who got dragged to parties with a book in my bag and hung out with the pets in the corner. So, you can imagine my parent’s surprise when at sixteen, I came home after a night out with friends at one of those parties and had nothing to say. I simply went upstairs to my room without popping into their room to say goodnight. I’m sure they thought something horrible had happened to me. In reality, it was the furthest thing from that. Something really amazing had happened. And that something was named Montgomery De La Cruz.

Our story was complicated from the beginning. We ran in opposing crowds. Our friends disliked each other. Our families were very different. We argued like cats and dogs. We kept the relationship a secret from everyone in our lives until we couldn’t take it anymore. Even then, we were extremely selective about who we told. The first person we told was Coach Kerba. Monty trusted the man probably more than he had ever trusted any adult in his life. He had noticed a change in Monty’s behaviour that his friends were either too scared or too stupid to notice and mention. After many discussions about what telling even one person about our relationship would mean, we agreed to tell the coach. The day after our agreement, I met Monty in the fitness centre after school and practice ended. He was still in the locker room when I arrived. “Hey Addison. Justin just left, but I’m sure you can catch up to him if you hurry.” Coach said, expecting me to be looking for my best friend.

“Oh, actually I’m not here to find Justin.”

“Is everything okay?”

I was nervous, so I tried to avoid looking him in the eye, “hmm? Oh, yeah. Everything is fine.”

The door opened and I turned my head, my eyes widening slightly. I relaxed when I saw that it was just Monty.

“Hey Coach, can I talk to you for a minute?” Monty asked, clearly very nervous, though he tried to mask it.

“Sure, Monty. What’s up?”

I shared a look with Monty, unsure of what to say or how to begin. We hadn’t really discussed who would say what or how we would explain anything. I rubbed my arm awkwardly and looked at my feet. Monty coughed. I could feel a blush creeping up my face and neck. He smiled a cheeky little smile at me, and I immediately knew what he was going to say, “it’s not cute so shush you.” I muttered as my blush grew deeper.

“You’re wrong but sure. You keep telling yourself that Addy.”

“Oh, I see. This explains a lot.” Coach Kerba cut in, interrupting our little moment. My blush only intensified, and Monty’s eyes widened.

“Explains what Coach?”

“You’ve been different lately. I haven’t had to keep as much of an eye on you. Or tell you to get your shit together as often. Your game is still good but you’ve chilled out a bit.”

“I told you so.” I grinned at him. Monty paused.

“D-do you think anyone else has noticed?”

“Anyone else being the rest of the team? I highly doubt it. They’re more interested in… well I choose not to think about what forty teenage boys are interested in, unless they bring an issue to my attention.”

I snorted and tried to cover it as a coughing fit. “Um yes, well… maybe that’s a good thing. But good. No one has noticed. That’s… good. On that note, I have to go meet Charlie and talk about his game last week.” Monty mumbled, awkwardly, before kissing me on the cheek and walking out of the room.

“Hey Addison?” Coach Kerba called as I made my way out of the room.

“Yeah Coach?”

“Keep him in check, alright? You’re good for him.”

“I’ll do my best Sir.”

After we told the coach, we decided to wait a few days to let our nerves and discomfort settle before telling anyone else. We agreed to tell our families last, given his dad’s tendency to be an actual crap shoot of a parent, and my dad’s willful ignorance to the goings on of my life. Monty and I met at Monet’s during a slow time to discuss how we would tackle telling our friends. He watched me nervously stir my latte with a cinnamon stick for a few long minutes.

“Are you really okay telling people Addison?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, I am. I’m just nervous is all. I mean, Justin is my best friend. And to be quite honest, he hates your guts.” I took a tentative sip of my latte. “And Clay. I’m not really sure what he thinks of you, but I know it’s not a very good opinion. And we both know where Alex stands.”

“I know they don’t like me Addy. But I also know that if they really are your friends, they wont care. Justin has been your best friend since you were nine. He loves you. A boyfriend isn’t going to ruin that, and if it does, then it’s his loss not yours.” He paused and pointed to my rice crispy square. I nodded and he took a bite of it. “Also, I don’t care if they don’t like me.”

“What about your friends?”

“My friends?”

“Yes. You know, those people you spend time with? Of your own free will? Those friends?”

“Scott will like you. Charlie will want to be your new best friend. Bryce can think what he wants.”

“And you know they will like me because…?”

“Scott likes me for some reason, so he will like you. Charlie is just nice like that. Bryce will think what he wants because it’s Bryce and I can’t change that.”

“Do we have to tell Bryce? Do you really think he would be okay with you dating the nice girl? Do you really believe he would keep his mouth shut about it until we were okay with him saying anything? Look what he did to Hannah. He ruined her life because of a picture Justin took. And now… now she’s just gone. I don’t want him thinking that he can do shit like that to me.”

Monty contemplated that for a few minutes. “I guess you’re right. He’s my best friend-”

“Scott is your best friend.”

“Okay, fine. But my point is, he’s my friend. Even still, you might be right about him not keeping this on the dl as much as we want.”

“So, do we just stick with Scott and Charlie then?”

“Sure. If that’s what makes you comfortable. I’m not going to be all chummy with Alex and them though, if that’s what you think.”

I laughed, “Oh God no. I can’t even imagine how that would go. No wait, yes, I can. I would have to separate you.”

With that sorted out, we made plans to tell our friends about each other. Justin was arguably going to take it the hardest, having dealt with Monty the closest, though Alex was a close second due to their tumultuous history. It was going to have to be like ripping off the band-aid. Get in, tell him, hope the scab doesn’t come off with the pad and it doesn’t all go to shit. After I got home, I texted Justin.

Hey, you have plans tomorrow night?

No why? What’s up?

Just curious. Did you want to go for coffee at Monet’s? I want to talk to you about something.

Sure, just need to double check with Mom and Dad. Is everything alright?

Yeah, everything is good.

Alright then. I’ll check at dinner and let you know.

I decided to do some cleaning to distract myself from my nerves until Justin texted me back,Good to go. Meet at five?

I texted Monty to check that that worked for him and he agreed so I texted Justin back to give him the okay.

***

I ran home after school to drop off my bag so I could beat Justin to Monet’s. Monty was going to meet me there in case all hell broke loose and I needed to stay with Justin. The drive over was uneventful and faster than I would have liked, as I was running over what I was going to say in my head. So, you know how I’ve been distant lately? Well it’s because I’ve been seeing someone. This someone. Monty. The guy you hate. No. That’s stupid. Justin, Monty and I have been seeing each other for a while. Sorry we didn’t say anything. No, that’s worse. Um, maybe I should just kiss him. What? No brain. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Shit, I’m here.

I checked the clock on my dash and saw that it was quarter to five. Deep breaths. Everything will be fine. I played with my keys for a while, debating if I should hightail it out of there. Thinking better of it, I made my way inside. My nerves were causing tunnel vision and my heart was beginning to race. Looking around, I spotted Monty sitting at a table near the back, my latte already sitting with the cinnamon stick. I waved to him discreetly and motioned to the counter. Maybe ordering for Justin would soften the blow. I got his coffee and a lemon bar for good measure. “On second thought, make that two lemon bars and a cinnamon twist please.” I told the barista. Now the man children won’t fight about the snacks. I made my way to Monty’s table carefully, so I didn’t spill Justin’s coffee. My hands were shaking so I had to keep stopping. Arriving at the table safely, I set the coffee and snacks down, before plopping into the chair next to my boyfriend with a dramatic groan. “I don’t want to do this Montgomery. This is going to be so not a good time.”

“Just relax Addy. Everything will be okay. I’ll be here the whole time.” He said, placing his hand on my knee. I stirred my cinnamon stick anxiously into my latte, staring into the disappearing design. Monty placed his hand on my hand to stop my fidgeting kissed the spot behind my ear. I could hear him whispering sweet nothings to me, but I was too immersed in my coffee to listen to what he was saying. That was, until I heard someone clear their throat uncomfortably. It’s now or never. Just don’t puke Addison.

I looked at his shoes first, in an attempt to delay the inevitable. Monty squeezed my knee and I decided I had to stick to my word and rip off the band-aid.

“Hey Justin.” I said, awkwardly.

“Hey Addy.” He replied.

“I got you a coffee and a lemon bar….”

“I see that. Thank you.” He pulled out his chair and sat down, stiffly. Monty watched us stare at each other to see which of us would point him out first. I sipped my coffee and Justin took a bite of the lemon bar. Now’s my chance. Rip it off.

“Monty and I are dating.” I said, the words running into one as I spoke. Justin choked a bit and coughed, taking a sip of his cooled coffee to clear the blockage. Monty barked out a laugh, though I’m not sure if it was at what I said or Justin’s reaction.

“I assumed. You’re not the type to let guys just touch you and kiss your head.” Then the full implications of what I said hit him. “Wait. What? You and Monty. Monty and you.”

“Yes, otherwise why would I be sitting here?” Monty spoke for the first time since Justin arrived.

“Wasn’t talking to you, was I De La Cruz?”

“Watch it Jensen.”

“Oh, I have to watch it? She’s my best friend. You should be the one who has to watch it.”

“And I’m her boyfriend.”

“Boys.”

“You know what I think Monty?”

“Please, enlighten me Justin.”

“Man children.”

“I think-”

“Both of you shut up.” I said, my voice raising slightly. I looked around to see if we had drawn attention. People seemed to be minding their own business, thankfully. “Monty, please be nice. Justin, I will explain if you keep your mouth shut for five minutes.” They were both silent. “Thank you. Now, I understand you are surprised, but you need to relax for a minute. Yes, Montgomery and I are dating. We have been for a few months now.”

“A few months? How did I not notice…?”

“Turns out I’m good with secrets.”

“You’re not that good with them Addy. Why didn’t you say something before?”

“Because Justin. Would you have reacted any better than you are now?” His silence was answer enough. “Exactly. On top of that, we didn’t want to tell anyone. We wanted this to be ours for a while.”

“Who else knows?”

“Besides you? Coach Kerba.”

“You told… Coach Kerba? Why?”

“Um. Because?”

“Because why?”

“Because I actually like him.” Monty said.

“Okay. That’s nice for you, I guess. I still don’t get why.”

“Because he’s like the only adult who gives a shit Justin? Have you not noticed that he actually cares about what’s going on with us? Coach Rick couldn’t care less. He cares about winning the championship by any means necessary.”

“You make a good point.”

“No one else knows Justin. We would like to keep it that way for now.” I told him, softly.

“Are you telling the others?”

“Yeah. Not right now though. I wanted to tell you first. You’re my best friend.”

“I know.” He smirked playfully. He directed his attention to Monty, “you’re not going to tell Bryce, are you?”

“No. We talked about it. But no.”

“Good. Don’t tell him. The less he knows about you two the better.”

“I realize that. He isn’t on the list.”

“So who are you telling?”

“Scott and Charlie.”

“Hmmm. Okay. When are you telling your parents?”

Monty and I looked at each other. I tried to mask my panic by taking a large mouthful of my coffee. “We uh… we haven’t decided. Friends first. Then we will worry about parents.”

“Your dad is going to freak.”

“If he decides this is worth caring about.” I muttered.

“You’re dating Montgomery De La Cruz. He will say it’s worth caring about.”

“That remains to be seen.”

“Are you going to sell tickets? I’d pay good money to watch that.”

“No Justin. It will just be me, Monty, mom, and dad. No spectators.”

“Damn. If you change your mind….”

I rolled my eyes. “Does this mean you’re… okay… with this? Us being together?”

“Yes. But I’m not hanging out with him. That’s not going to happen.”

“I agree.”

I stopped to think for a moment. There is no way my other friends will be this okay. He’s okay with it because he is my best friend. I can’t tell them…. I have to talk to Monty about this alone. Justin will understand… I think.

“You still with us Addison?” Justin asked.

“Yeah. I was just thinking. I’m glad you took this so well.”

“I mean, it caught me off guard I will admit that. But you’re my best friend Addy. You’ve stuck by me even when I wouldn’t have stuck by me. You got me through my mom, and detoxing, and moving in with the Jensen’s, and through rehab. I wouldn’t be here without you. I wouldn’t have pegged Monty as your type, but if he makes you happy, then that’s all I can hope for. However, if you hurt her, I will break you.”

I laughed at his redirect and tapped Monty’s shoulder, “that’s not going to happen. Would be an interesting scene, but highly unlikely.”

“Still stands though.”

“No, no, I get it. You want to protect her.”

“I do.” He checked the time, “I better get going. Dad made a roasted chicken for dinner and Clay has given up on the whole ‘he grew up with instability, so I need to save all the food for him’ thing.” He stood and reached down to hug me. I stood and hugged him tightly.

“You won’t tell Clay, will you?”

“No, your secret is safe with me. Don’t worry.” With that, he grabbed his bag and left the café, in search of Mr. Jensen’s famous roasted chicken.

I switched seats with Montgomery, so we were sitting face to face now. We sat in silence for a while, holding hands under the table and drinking out now half cold beverages. I decided now was probably the best time to bring up my reservations about telling my other friends about us. I scratched my arm, once again at a loss for words and panicking slightly

“Would… would you be okay with it if we… if we didn’t tell everyone else? Like my friends, I mean.”

Monty coughed, caught off guard. “Why wouldn’t we tell them?”

“Because they will hate me. And-and I know they won’t take it as well as Justin did. They will freak out.”

“But won’t they freak out more if you don’t tell them and they find out even later?”

“I would rather ask for forgiveness than permission Monty. They won’t understand. They will think this is just a fling. Or you’re just waiting to get me into bed and then you’ll leave in the morning, never to speak to me again.”

“I’ve already gotten you into bed.” He said, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face.

“I wasn’t exactly going to tell them that. It’s our private business.”

“I know. And I can assure you, this is no fling. Do you think I would be sitting here after talking to your best friend if it was a fling?”

“No, I don’t think that. But they will. Do you want to tell everyone else at school? Because I have a feeling you don’t.”

“Not… not really, no. It’s none of their business. They’re all nosy pricks to begin with. I don’t need them taking this and running with it and making it something it isn’t.”

“Exactly. I don’t want that either. And that is what is almost guaranteed to happen if we tell the rest of my friends. I love them. But they will have opinions that they will make very well-known and I don’t want to have to defend my choices to people I have no intention of seeing after graduation or outside of English class.”

Monty sat and thought for a moment, “Alright. We tell Scott, Charlie, and our parents. Everyone else can shove it.”

We called it a night shortly after our decision and I texted Justin to let him know.

Hey you. We decided not to tell the rest of my friends. I hope you understand. I hope you aren’t mad. I know you and Clay don’t have secrets, but it would really mean a lot to me if you kept this one.

Okay, I get it. It’s your relationship, tell who you want. Your secret is safe with me. Have a good night Addy.

You too Justin.

Next on our list was Scott. I know Scott from classes we have shared and around school, but we aren’t exactly friends. More like acquaintances who share common interests. Or at least, common interest. He just, doesn’t know it yet. Monty texted me Sunday night to let me know that Scott agreed to chill with him after practice. At which point we could tell him about us. I wasn’t sure how Scott would take it. I wanted to assume he would be okay with it, but I know what they say about assumptions. From the interactions I had witnessed from across the hall or in the cafeteria, he seemed to genuinely care about Monty. But public interactions only tell you so much about a relationship. I would know.

Monday morning, I got ready as usual and went about my day. By lunch, I felt my nerves setting in. You don’t know Scott. For all you know, he could be just as bad as Bryce. Justin noticed my anxious demeanor and pulled me aside when the bell rang.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. We’re telling Scott today and I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Scott is a good guy. He will be okay with it.” He assured me as he pulled me into a tight hug. The hug relaxed me enough that I could, at least, make it until the end of the day before practice when I was able to sneak in some boyfriend time.

I started shaking again the closer it got to the end of the day. The bell would ring at 3:20 and then it was an hour and forty minutes until the end of practice. I made a beeline for the back of the bleachers as soon as the bell rang. I was pacing back and forth when he arrived a couple of minutes later.

“Justin caught me and said you might be panicking. Come here.” He said, pulling me from my thoughts and tight against his chest. I breathed in his cologne and laundry soap scent. It calmed me immediately and I nodded against him.

“Okay. I’m good. You go to practice and I’ll meet you here after everyone leaves.” He gave me a quick kiss and ran off to the locker rooms to change.

To my surprise, when I looked up from my AP English Lit novel as I heard footsteps approaching, Monty was tailed by both Scott and Charlie. A little warning would be nice. Oh well. Might as well tell them both since they’re here. The two men looked confused as to why they were being dragged out to the secluded end of school property. Once they spotted me, I could tell Scott was beginning to put the pieces together.

“Hey Addy.” Monty said as he grabbed my book. “The Book Thief. AP English, or reading for fun?”

“Hey! I was reading that. It’s for English. Now give it back.” I scolded, feigning reaching up for the book.

“Nah. You need to learn to relax and live a little.”

“Fine. Have fun doing my reading assignment for me too then, smarty pants.”

He looked panicked, gulped, and handed it back to me. “Thank you.” Having achieved my goal, I finally turned my attention to the boys in front of me. “Hey Scott. Charlie.”

“Hey Addison.”

“’Sup Addy?”

“Ah, you know, pursing greater knowledge. Annoying my boyfriend. The usual.”

“Boy-boyfr-Monty? Huh.” Charlie stuttered.

“Cool. He needs someone to keep his head on straight.” Scott joked.

“I try my best.”

“Awesome. Are you guys like, telling people?”

“No. Just you guys, Coach, and Justin.” Monty spoke up.

“And our parents.” I added, mildly displeased at the thought.

“Well that’ll go well.” Scott said.

“I’m glad you guys are happy. Speaking of books though Addison, did you finish the reading for History?”

“Yeah. It was just about the driest thing I’ve ever read, why?”

“I was wondering if we could go over it? Make sure we are on the same page and right track?

“No problem Charlie. Meet me before class tomorrow morning?”

“Sure thing.”

Scott and Monty looked at each other, perplexed.

“What just happened?”

“I think your girlfriend just made a new friend.”

“Alright then. This went well.” I tried not to eavesdrop as he went on, “you’re okay with this?”

“Yeah of course man. If she makes you happy then I’m all for it. Carry on. Let me know how it goes with your parents and if you need anything after though.”

“I will. Thanks Scotty.”

We bid the boys goodbye after some quiet conversation amongst ourselves. “I think that went well.” I mused.

“Yeah. Now we just need to tackle the issue of our parents. Whose idea was it to save the hardest people for last again?”

“Don’t remind me. I’m not exactly chomping at the bit to meet your dad. And I know you’re not thrilled about meeting mine. Our moms should be okay though. I hope.”

“Weekend problem?”

“I think so. I need a breather from telling people for a few days. I’ll see if you can come over Friday after school?”

“Okay. You should be able to come by Saturday some time.”

“Looking forward to it. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay babe?”

“Yes, you will.” He said, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss. I was not, in fact, looking forward to meeting his parents.

The week passed in a blur. The only thing of note was my parents saying Friday worked for a friend to come over. Friday arrived much faster than I would have liked, but here we were. He had been to my house when my parents went out of town so there was no need to find him after school to give it to him. We agreed in the morning that we would meet at my place right after school so that if it all went to shit, he wouldn’t have to be subjected to dinner as well. If all went well, he was welcome to stay on the condition he helped me cook. I sat in my car and tapped my fingers nervously on the steering wheel. So far everyone we told had taken it very well. It will be fine. In any event, dad won’t kill him at least. Breathe. Relax. It’s fine. You’re fine. I was pulled from my thoughts by Montgomery tapping on my window. I pressed the button to lower my window and waited for him to speak.

“Are you going to sit there all night, or are we going to do this? Because I think it might be a little weird if I go in there by myself.”

“I’m coming. I just had to think for a minute is all.” I took another deep breath, “okay let’s do this.”

I stared at the door for longer than necessary before unlocking it. They’ll just come and open the door otherwise. Mom will think I forgot my key. I need to be ahead of this. I put my bag down on the chair and motioned for Monty to do the same. If everything goes well, we can do homework before dinner. Or I can vomit and he can hold my hair back. Either or really. We shared a look at the odd silence. “I’m home.” I called.

“I’m in the office sweetie. Your dad got stuck in traffic so he will be a few minutes late getting home. Offer your friend a drink or something, manners remember?”

“That’s great mom thanks.” I called again. “Manners, right. Hence you are in the office when we have company.” I muttered quietly. Monty bit back a laugh.

“Why do I feel like I need to whisper?”

“Because your introduction to my mother was literally her telling me to remember my manners and offer you a drink. Would you like one? A drink I mean. Soda was on sale, my dad likes off brand soda for some reason, so we have Twist Up, Sprite, multiple different types and flavours of Coke, Diet and regular Cola, Dr. Pepper and its off-brand counterpart, and Canadian iced tea from Mom’s girls trip last week to Vancouver. It’s not actually half bad. We also have juice and water.” I said as I led him through the main floor and dug around in the fridge.

“I’ll try this mystical foreign iced tea.”

“Sure thing. Would you like a glass?”

“Yeah that works.” He said getting up to grab one. When I gave him a look of panic, he raised his brow, “shit sorry.” He whispered. “what cupboard are they in Addison?” he asked, slightly louder than necessary.

“The top left beside the sink. Could you grab me one too?” He nodded and I opened the can for him. Grabbing the pineapple juice for myself, I poured a glass before going to get my book for English. He smirked at me. “What? I need to finish this book by Tuesday, and I’ve been a little distracted recently.”

“You? Distracted? Who are you and what have you done with my-”

“Who’s distracted?” My mom asked as she came into the kitchen. She looked at Monty and smiled kindly. At least she might be okay with this? “Hello dear.”

“Oh, I just have had a busy week is all. Assignments and papers have been taking away from book time. Not a worry Mom. I’ll have it done.”

“Hello Mrs. Hawthorne.”

“Call me Margot. My mother in law isn’t here. I can’t say I miss those days. I’m sorry, you are?”

“Montgomery, ma’am. I’m a friend of Addison’s.” He stuck out his hand for a shake. Who is this man and where did he come from? Mom took it and shook firmly.

“Sports or trades?”

“What?” I asked, not expecting that to be her first question.

“The callouses on his hands. Are they from sports or trade work?”

“Sports, ma’-.” My mother gave him a look, “Margot. I play Junior Varsity football in the fall and Junior Varsity baseball in the spring.”

“How wonderful. Are you good?”

“Coach Kerba says I’m one of the best defensive backs he’s seen in years. Coach Rick, well he doesn’t make his opinions on players as well known. I’ve heard talk of scouts coming next year but we will have to wait and see.”

“Well if your coach knows as much as I would think he does, then I have a feeling you’re going places. Did you want a snack before dinner? Brooks should be home soon.”

“I’m alright, thanks though.”

The three of us made quiet conversation while we waited for my dad to get home. Around 4:30, we heard the garage door open and I took a deep breath. Here we go….

“Sorry I’m late guys. There was an accident on the highway back into town so traffic was backed up like you wouldn’t believe.”

“We are in the kitchen Darling.”

Dad came in and set his briefcase down on the kitchen desk that mom wanted for some reason and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I held my breath and resisted the urge to grab Monty’s hand. “Hello Addison’s friend.”

“Hello Mr. Hawthorne.”

“Brooks, please. Your name?”

“Montgomery, Sir.”

“Fine name.” Dad didn’t move to shake his hand. Monty wasn’t quite sure what to do. We fell into a very awkward and tense silence. I shared a look with mom, and she shrugged. When I turned back to dad, he seemed to be sizing Monty up. Oh boy. Monty and I looked at each other, his expression guarded. He nodded subtly, giving me the okay. Now or never. Just say it. Deal with the fallout after.

“He’s not my friend.” I blurted out. At my parents perplexed looks, I continued, “I mean, he is. But he’s not… not only my friend. He’s my,” I paused and took a breath. Monty put his hand on my knee to calm me. I started again, “he’s my boyfriend.” I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable explosion.

“I-I’m sorry it sounded like you just said this boy is your boyfriend. Implying you have a relationship with him. A relationship that is more than friendship.”

“Brooks….” My mom started, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I am, Sir.”

Dad took a long sip of water before he said anything more. “Alright then. What would you kids like for dinner?”

“That… that’s it?” I asked.

“What more would you expect me to say Addison?”

“I don’t know. Maybe something along the lines of ‘how fast can you get the hell out of my house’?”

Monty laughed, “For the record, probably quite fast. JV sports and all.”

I gave him a playful incredulous look, “oh shhh. What do you want for dinner? We have things other than soda, I promise.”

We decided to do roasted pork tenderloin. My parents went to talk amongst themselves while Monty and I made dinner.

“I think that went well.”

“That was just the beginning. Don’t worry. There will be more to come. He will question you.”

“Lovely. What kind of answers is he expecting?”

“The kind that make you seem like a good person.”

“Oh, well in that case.” He muttered sarcastically. “You’re saying I shouldn’t tell them how I corrupted their precious little angel?”

I hit him playfully with the kitchen towel, “no you most certainly will not.”

He cornered me against the counter and leaned down to place a soft kiss to my lips after making sure my parents were occupied, before I could protest.

Dinner was a quiet affair for a time. We filled the silence with inane questions about sports and school. Finally, dad cut the random questions to ask Monty the big questions, “so, Monty. What are your intentions with my daughter?”

Monty choked a bit before speaking, “my intentions?”

“Yes. What are your intentions in dating my child?”

“I intend to make her happy. For as long as she will have me. She makes me feel like a better person.”

Dad mulled that answer over in his head before accepting it for now. “Have you put any thought into your plans for after graduation?”

“I’ve heard talk at practice and games that scouts are interested in me, so we will have to wait until next year for any more information on that. As far as schools I’d be interested in; LSU, OSU, and Penn State are in my top five.

Ole Miss is really good too. Their scholarships are good.”

“What would you study?”

“Maybe something in business? My dad is a tradesman but it’s not something I would necessarily want to do. If ball doesn’t work out, I don’t know if I’d want to work with my hands and be reminded of my dreams failing, you know?”

My dad hummed in response. The rest of dinner passed without incident. We confirmed plans to meet at Monet’s to grab a to go coffee before going to tackle his parents the following evening as he left. Happy joy. I can’t wait.

Monty could tell I was dreading this evening’s introduction. “You grip that cup any tighter and you’ll break it bookworm.”

I relaxed my grip slightly, “I know. I’m just nervous. I know they won’t like me.”

“Well if it makes you feel better, my dad doesn’t like anyone.”

“Now isn’t the time for joking Montgomery. I’m scared.”

He rubbed my arm gently, “I know. I just don’t know how to help is all.”

I smiled, unable to give him any answers.

We got to his house faster than I would have liked. I shook a bit in the passenger seat as he parked.

“Just have to rip off the band-aid, right? It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Mhmm.” I squeaked.

“I’ll be right here the whole time. You have nothing to worry about.”

His mom greeted us at the door, thankfully. “Hello dear. We are so glad you could come.” She said, smiling.

“Hello, Mrs. de la Cruz. Thank you for having me over.”

As we walked into the house, his father nodded at me from the table. Don’t look too happy there now man. She looked at her son expectantly.

“Oh, right. Mom, dad, this is Addison.” He paused to look at me, asking permission to go on. I nodded very slightly. “She’s my girlfriend.” He continued. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it as I awkwardly looked around the room. Someone please say something.

“That’s wonderful dear.”

His father merely grunted a gruff, “hello.” To me. This is going to go swimmingly. We stood in awkward silence for a while. Monty’s mom finished dinner, she declined my offer to help, while Mr. de la Cruz watched. I feel uncomfortable for her. After dinner was served and the usual pleasantries were shared, the focus was shifted to me. There were the typical questions, what my classes were like, my interests, hobbies, and the like. Things got interesting however when Mr. de la Cruz asked about my family. I wasn’t expecting that. “They’re British on my dad’s side. My grandparents immigrated before my dad was born.”

“British hmm?” He looked at Montgomery that didn’t sit well with me.

“Yes Sir.”

“How British are we talking here?”

“Sir, my last name is Hawthorne. It doesn’t get much more British than that. So, I’m sure you can imagine my Gran’s… uh… joy when my dad brought home a French Irish Catholic girl.”

“I’m sure that went fantastically.” His mom said.

“Oh yes. Couldn’t have gone worse than Christmases when my mom was writing her master’s thesis on the Irish War of Independence. I hear those were very quiet meals.”

“How does your grandmother feel about you?” His father asked.

“You mean my dad’s mum?” He nodded. “Well, I’m not entirely sure. I think there was talk about me possibly inheriting some of her estate, but it wouldn’t be what it was if I was a boy. Or more importantly to Gran, my mother wasn’t who she is. There might be occasional access to the house in England, since my dad was the only heir. Possibly some education paid for. But aside from that, she would probably prefer if I lived off of potatoes for the rest of my life.”

“And on your mother’s side?”

“My Nan likes me enough. She isn’t thrilled I haven’t gone back to visit her in a while, but I have school, so she understands.”

“Likes you… enough?”

“I don’t really remember when she lived States side. I was really young when she moved back to Ireland, so I don’t see her that often. My mom did say I will get the brownstone in Boston though. That counts for something, or so I’m told.”

“Rich people are weird.” Monty muttered under his breath.

“Trust me, I know. My dad had to talk Gran out of sending me to boarding school in Scotland when I was starting school. He had to fly to London to talk to her and put his foot down. She was concerned about my education going forward. And my parents aren’t rich Montgomery. My dad’s family is rich. He can’t touch any of it until Gran passes or is no longer of sound mind. If there is any left to him, of course. All his family did was pay for his business degree. Even that was like pulling teeth. My mom’s grandparents came here with nothing but their silverware and the clothes on their backs. They worked for everything they had. She grew up comfortable as a middle-class Bostonian who lived in a fancy house because there was no mortgage on it anymore. She definitely married up.”

“Going from a brownstone in Boston is marrying… up?” His father asked, surprised.

“My grandparents bought it in the fifties, so yes. She married a wealthy not quite nobleman British man. It is definitely marrying up. Something I have no intention of doing.”

“That’s fair then.” It did not sound fair going by his tone.

There was an awkward lull in the conversation. “What do your parents do dear?”

“My dad is a businessman; he owns a couple of investment firms in the city. I don’t really have much interest in what he does to be honest. My mom is a professor of history at UC Berkley. She got tenure a couple of years ago. She is actually on sabbatical right now though.”

“Oh, and how is that going for her?”

“It’s going alright. She doesn’t really talk about what she is researching though. Doesn’t want to jinx being published and whatnot.” “She getting paid?” His father asked.

I blinked for a moment, trying to determine if he was serious. When he didn’t continue, I assumed he was, “yes…. She is still working. Just not at the university. Berkley is good, they pay her full salary. Some schools only pay half and hope grants cover the rest of your expenses.”

He merely nodded in response. I wasn’t sure what else to say, so I played with the remaining food bits on my plate.

“What about school? Do you have any plans?”

“I guess. Depends who’s plans you want to hear about.”

“We have time.”

Monty squeezed my knee. He knew this was a touchy topic for me.

“Well, let’s see. My dad wants me to go to Oxford or Cambridge, but I have no interest in moving to England. Visiting on occasion is one thing. Living there for three years is something completely different. Mom wants me to go to Berkley because tuition would be free since she works there.”

“What do you want?”

“If I had my choice of schools, I would go to Ole Miss or NYU to study English with emphasis on creative writing.”

Mr. de la Cruz choked a bit, “English?”

“Yes. I’m not taking AP English Literature for some light reading. I actually enjoy it. Nothing concrete yet as far as plans go yet. I will do more research next year.”

He made a noise that sounded unimpressed. I don’t care about your damn opinion. The evening seemed to come to an end after that. There wasn’t much more to be said or done, so we left the awkward pause where it was. I bid them goodnight and Monty took me home.

“That wasn’t terrible.”

“Your dad thinks I’m not good enough for you.”

“No, I think it’s the opposite babe. He thinks you’re too good for me.”

“I sounded way too pretentious. They think I’m a spoiled little rich girl.”

“They don’t. And even if they did, I don’t care what my old man thinks. My mom likes you.”

“Well that’s good at least.” We drove the rest of the way to my place in silence, save for the odd reaction to something on the radio. When we arrived at my place, he walked me to the door and held me for a moment before we felt eyes on us. My parents were pretending not to look at us from the front window, and failing miserably. I laughed quietly and kissed his cheek softly before we said goodnight. I walked in the house and said hello to my parents before going upstairs and going to bed for the night. What an exhausting evening.

#monty de la cruz #montgomery de la cruz #montgomery de la cruz x reader #monty x oc #monty de la Cruz fanfic #montgomery de la cruz imagine #scott reed #charlie st. george #Justin Foley #Can't Go Back

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Dark Crystal Age of Resistance ep 8 liveblog

“Prophets Don’t Know Everything”

That’s a funny line considering that the prophecy was exactly right in the Dark Crystal movie but Aughra comes up with another prophecy in the sequel comic which is also exactly right but she doesn’t understand it herself until it starts coming true. So, yes, prophets don’t know everything. But prophecy probably does.

Just a stream of thoughts.

Hey, this is a bummer. Aftermath of spider eradication of an entire gelfling tribe is a huge bummer. I’m brave enough to say it.

Aughra starts yelling at the spider that tried to take over her body last episode. And then helps patch it up anyway because she cares for all the creatures of Thra, even the jerks.

“It’ll leave a scar but scars are good. The mind forgets but scars remember.”

Apparently if the spider had succeeded in taking her over, its tiny brain would have exploded. Good to know!

LANDSTRIDER

Oh, its Seladon. And she’s seeing the wiped out village and going ‘serves you right you dinks’

Oh she’s trying to arrest Aughra for dunking on her. And then she’s like did your prophecies predict this?

Yes, she did. She tried to warn Maudra Fara but all Maudras are kind of dumb.

Oh, nice trick. She slipped her eye into Seladon’s pocket to spy on the castle.

“Don’t worry, Mother Aughra. I’ll convince the Lords to show mercy on you. And your treasonous pets.” Oh Seladon, you sure don’t have the right idea of your relationship with the Skeksis.

Hi SkekSil!

He’s explaining his evil plan to the science slaves with the sewed up mouths because he knows that they can’t tell on him. You’re a weird one, Sil.

Oh, he’s buying their double silence in exchange for him freeing them.

He’s going to get them to replace the General’s allotted vial of essence with a substitute so General will get weak.

The Hunter took off with Brea and Rian wants to go rescue her but Heretic is like NO GO GET THE GLAIVE YOU DUMB IDIOT

Aww Hup is injured and is out of action and so is the Archer.

Just Rian and Deet now.

The Heretic shows them a secret tunnel to the Breath of Thra. Which is something that Deet knows about.

Awwww Heretic and the Wanderer are wishing Rian and Deet luck and to not get killed. Because they want to be one one day.

... I really hope that they’re actually alive by the time of the movie and get to fuse.

So after all the discrimination that Deet has faced for being a Grotten she smugly reveals that Grottan have mean names for the other Gelfling too like Daylighter and Sky Baby. Which she reveals by teasing Rian. Okay then.

Deet: -grabs Rian and jumps down a pit-

Rian: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Deet: “Don’t do that it aggros the bats”

So the spiders just brought the Gelfling to the castle to be drained all in one batch? INstead of using them as an army to capture other Gelfling? Sure, guys, sure.

Scientist: “I have strapped countless Gelflings into these chairs. And I was equally unmoved by their screams!”

Oh the guard that sold out the other guards is getting drained too. Rewarded as a traitor deserves I see.

Scientist: “The only mercy I have to offer…. Is death!”

I have to say. The Gelflings exploding at the end of being drained. That feels like youre losing something somewhere along the process. Like waste heat but soul goo.

So Chamberlain is cut off from essence because the Emperor is mad at him. But I bet he’s going to get the General’s share on the dl. That sneaky.

Deet and Rian arrive at her home cave and WHOOPS its being attacked by spiders.

Everything is awful everywhere.

Oh geez. There’s that minor arachnophobia again.

OH GEEZ GELFLINGS BEING TAKEN OVER BY SPIDERS AGAIN

Scientist: “Keep up you lackadaisical lumps!” Good alliteration, Tek.

Scientist’s two assistants just made the swap.

So with entire villages being taken, I feel like the Skeksis are really in danger of overgrazing.

Emperor: “Look at you yelling and gorging! This essence was hard won by! Lets not drink it all at once! … JUST KIDDING DIG IN”

And another Skeksis bacchanalia.

Scroll-Keeper: “My eyes! They’re working again! I’ve forgotten how ugly you all are!”

Skeksis: -laugh uproariously-

Emperor: “.... what?”

Ritual-Keeper is going to make a new ritual for drinking essence. It will involve a lot of bathing. Just guzzling essence in the bath I guess.

Oh no, Seladon just arrived.

And the Skeksis are not responding well to her new look.

Seladon: “I’m here to ask you spare the Stonewood”

Emperor: “Uh…. no”

Seladon: “I understand but the other clans have remembered their place so surely they’ll be spared your wrath”

Emperor: “...... No”

And the Skeksis just straight up revealing that they have been draining Gelfling is what it finally takes for Seladon to realize sense-

NOPE SHE DECIDES TO KEEP OFFERING THEM TRIBUTE

Emperor: “Uhhhhhhhhhh….. No!”

And then she asked the Skeksis to spare her sisters if no one else. You can guess what the response is. Its a no and laughing.

And then they take her crown and mock her. Because nothing like insult to insult.

And then she asks for mercy and they tear her Skeksis cosplay apart and take her to be drained. Because. All of Seladon’s hopes and dreams have to be crushed. And also because we gotta get that reference to the movie in.

SkekSil is probably just glad its not him this time. Its usually him.

I’m glad Aughra is crying for Seladon because I’m not really.

She Tried and that’s about what I can say.

Also Aughra’s friend spider rescues her eye which falls out of Seladon’s pocket during the ruckus.

Back over at the caves, Deet’s home is destroyed. Her family is gone. She has two dads apparently. That’s neat but sucks that they’re drunk.

You know what I mean.

Oh hey its Deet’s brother Bobb’n! He’s controlled by spider!

Deet is trying to negotiate with the face hugging spider.

He just starting freaking out and hissing so I don’t think its going GIANT SPIDER OH GOD

And there goes spiderbrother.

And there goes Deet after Bobb’n.

NURLOC

DARKENED NURLOC HOH SHIT

ITS TRYING TO EAT EVERYONE

Rian: “Hey! Look at me! You hungry? I’m a much tastier Gelfling!”

That’s a brave thing you just did there Rian. And I’m sure you are pretty tasty.

Oh the General is blaming the Scientist for the essence not working for him.

Except Scientist has been drinking his essence and the General hasn’t so the Scientist is the jock here and bullies General right back.

Chamberlain breaks up the fight because I’m sure he has some angle but I think its so he can laugh at both sides internally

OH HI HUNTER

Wow he makes an entrance, dragging in some chains and pincushioned by arrows.

I think…. He just dropped dead?

No, he’s alive.

But a Skeksis seeming to die makes a huge stir.

Back in the tunnels of underground and Deet is lost

OH RIAN HAS BEEN SPIDERED

DEET IS ABOUT TO BE SPIDERED

OH and Bobb’n… uh intervenes? The spiders jump off Deet and Rian.

I guess the spiders aren’t so unreasonable? Rian saved Spider-Bobb’n from the nurloc so Bobb’n spared him?

Deet: “He wants us to follow him”

Rian: “What could go wrong” Heh, wRyian.

So Scientist is Bad Bedside Manner but point being the Hunter is going to die.

The Collector assumes that the Gelflings did this and the Skeksis immediately all start losing their shit. ANY ONE OF THEM COULD BE NEXT

I can see why the Emperor is in charge because he’s the only one who’s trying to think of a way to fix things.

He commands that the Hunter be given as much essence as it takes to save him.

Gourmet: “Surely not all of it?”

Ritual-Master: -glares-

Hah.

And then theres a scrabbling in the cage and whoops theres Brea

Scroll-Keeper: “Oh look the clever princess” -throws her in jail-

Brea: “No you can’t do this!”

Scroll-Keeper: “And yet its already done”

Brea: “You’re all monsters!”

Scroll-Keeper: “Have you only just figured that out? Perhaps you are not so clever after all”

Wow the Skeksis really are thrilled to let their jerk flag fly now that they don’t have to be nice to the Gelflings anymore.

Oh cool, Brea got locked up across from Seladon.

This will let them work their shit out.

Seladon: “There was an order to the world… Everything worked… Until you and your friends broke it!”

Oh good. She’s still delusional. What does it take to get her to see reality.

Oh hi Spider-Tavra is here too. Its a family reunion.

The most awkward family reunion on Thra.

So the Scientist has poured all the stored essence down the Hunter’s throat. Well most of all. It looks like he’s spilling most of it because those long snouts kind of make it hard.

But the essence isn’t healing him. So the Emperor tells Scientist to drain more Gelfling but the Scientist tells him that there’s a limit to what essence can heal. So Emperor hauls off and hits him.

Dang everyone is so rude to the Scientist.

But he raises the point that if the Gelfling know that Skeksis can die it will mean the end of their rule. I’m not so sure about this but whatever.

Emperor: “Bathe the Hunter in essence if you must! We are immortal at any cost!”

Oh hi Aughra’s Eye. On a spider.

So, huh. Are the arathim a hivemind or what? Because Aughra’s spider seems to be working for her. And Bobb’n saving Rian and Deet.

Bobb’n: “You save our lives, we save yours”

Oh. I guess the arathim are just super into paying back debts.

So the arathim tell Deet that they’re working for the Skeksis in exchange for the Grottan caves which used to be where the arathim lived. Which Deet is like NUH UH THE GROTTAN HAVE ALWAYS LIVED HERE

Uh oh the gelflings did a colonialism.

And the Skeksis helped. Or did it primarily.

The Ascendency, All Arathim as One: “Then the Skeksis came. They demand we serve them. When we refused, they drove us out and gave our caves to more willing subjects.”

So. Like I said, the arathim were ahead of the curve on rebelling against the skeksis but nobody else on Thra stood with them, because horrifying spider people, so after countless years of being considered Public Enemy Number One by everyone the arathim have decided fuck it, we WILL deal with the Skeksis if we get to go home.

This is a complicated issue so good thing that everyone is going to die so we don’t have to deal with it!

Then the Darkened Nurloc kills an arathim and the spider-gelflings start freaking out. Because what one feels the rest feel.

Which sounds like a bad basis for a hivemind.

Rian figures out that the Skeksis must have known about the Darkening being here and that they double crossed the arathim.

But it doesn’t matter because the arathim are trapped in here.

Deet decides that she can get everyone out by talking to the Sanctuary tree.

Deet: “My clan takes our names from these caves. But if you were here first, then you’re Grottan too.”

Aww…. Angry denial to camaraderie in one conversation. We could learn from Deet. Learn something.

Rian asks that the arathim free the Gelflings under their control and fight against the Skeksis with them. Maybe they can together do what the arathim couldn’t do alone!

Probably not! The movie still exists! Nothing here is going to end happily!

But the arathim free the gelfling.

Hey, if the arathim are a hivemind, do the ones in the castle know this is going on too?

Awwwwww Deet’s family is cute.

Wait, is Aughra’s spider still part of the hivemind? Do the Ascendency know everything its been doing?

Oh this is confusing.

But it returns her eye to her finally. She’s just been sitting at the village.

Okay so I guess her spider is part of the hivemind because it tells her about the alliance that just happened.

Aughra: “It’s time to make my move”

THATS A MOVIE QUOTE WHY ARE YOU SAYING IT

Oh this is just so many spiders

I GUESS THE GELFLINGS HAVE AN ARMY NOW!

Deet: “The tide is turning! A resistance is forming!” I should hope so! Its episode 8 into the age of resistance!

Rian: “I have to find the glaive” OH SHIT I FORGOT THAT PLOT POINT WHAT WITH ALL THE SPIDERS

And Rian is like This Is Something I Have To Do On My Own

But then before he can send Deet away, the Nurlocs show up and eat the Sanctuary Tree, trapping her in Rian’s subplot.

I appreciate dunking on the this is something i have to do on my own trope as much as possible but eh getting trapped in Rian’s subplot.

Sanctuary Tree: “The Darkening is pure energy! It cannot be destroyed! Like all energy it can only be transferred!” Some physics in my fantasy. Oh and the Sanctuary Tree uhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh transfer its power to Deet but also shows her a fucked up future with the Garthim and a weird Dark Side Deet and also the movie’s end.

Anyway, tree ded.

So the nurlocs attack. Hey the nurlocs are giant worm things that the Grottan raised. And yeah they’re worms but they’re livestock. This plot is about cows infected with pure evil

Deet stops the rampaging nurloc by absorbing the evil out of it. Even considering how everything is going to end badly, I think Deet is going towards a particularly bad end =(

#dark crystal #dark crystal age of resistance #episode 8 #liveblog

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Life With Derek

(hii it’s me, before you read this, i do want to say that this iS my first time writing anything like this so obvi its not great but i still hope you like it! i was just letting my imagination go wild lol)

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You enter the loft cradling, Derek in your arms. A stealth mission to attack the alphas had gone wrong and Derek gotten shot; a silver bullet lodged in his stomach. He growled in pain, and you knew he must have been aching so much.

Derek was never one to show signs of weakness, especially not around you. He wanted to be seen as the strong one- he had to be. He was an alpha.

You help him to the counter of his kitchen, careful not to move him too much. You were surprised, you were able to hold him for that long. Derek removes his shirt, revealing his growing wound. You and Derek had been dating for a while now but even so, your breath still hitched at the sight of his bare chest.

“Like what you see, babe?”, Derek smirked.

“No, not a fan of bullet wounds.”, you snark back, giving him a sly grin.

“You got any booze?” You ask him. He points to the kitchen, clutching his other hand over his exposed wound. You walk to the kitchen and return with some alcohol, a towel, a tweezer, some cotton pads and tape. You take a sip of the booze straight from the bottle and throw the towel on Derek’s face.

“Bite onto it, this may hurt”. Before he could respond, you drop some alcohol on his stomach, causing him to wince in response.

“Aw shit babe, what was that for?”, he groans.

“What? I’m disinfecting the area, now seriously bite unto the towel, because this will hurt.”

“Stop babying me, i can handle- FUCK” he screams, hurdling over in pain as you take out the bullet.

“Don’t worry, you’ll live”, you chuckle, concentrating on placing the cotton pads on the wound. Reaching for the tape to help keep the pads in place, you can feel Derek’s gaze on you.

“I love how focused you get when you patch me up”, he says half-jokingly. You roll your eyes at his comment, but still let out a small laugh.

“Alright you’re all fixed up, you should start healing soon.”

“Thanks doc”, Derek winks at you, he gets off the counter, still a little wobbly from the pain. You reach out for him and help steady him.

“Woah slow down there tiger.” This time he’s the one to roll his eyes. He goes over to the couch to rest a bit. Taking another sip of the alcohol, you return the items to the kitchen and go into D’s room to change into one of his shirts. You walk out and Derek’s eyes immediately go bigger, his pupils dilated- filled with lust.

“You look good in my clothes,” he growls softly. You smirk. “Like what you see babe?”, raising an eyebrow, you walk over to him sitting on the couch, placing yourself in his lap ever so gently. Your legs on either side of him. His eyes flash red, right before he grabs your face, and crashes his lips onto yours. You run your hands through his soft hair, as he grazes your thighs with his hands. It sends a chill down your spine, causing you to open you mouth, and giving his tongue entryway. You stop.

“What’s wrong?” Derek asks.

“Are you okay D?”, you say in a hushed tone, looking down at his wound.

“Yeah babe, it’s already starting to heal”, he smiles. He loves how much you worry about him. Suddenly, Derek lays you down, hovering on top of you, and you can’t help but smile. His lips connect to yours again, and this time it’s a more passionate kiss, none of you wanting this to end. Your make out session is interrupted, when you hear banging on the door.

“Noo”, you groan softly, annoyed.

Derek signals you to stay quiet as you both head for the door. You stand next to the door, and as Derek opens it, two men come barging in, immediately tackling him to the ground. You look around and see a knife sitting on the table so without another thought, you grab one of the men by his collar, throw him against the wall and put the blade against his neck.

“Oh come on! Der’s still healing from the bullet, couldn’t you guys come after two days or something!” You whine, still annoyed the men interrupted your moment. the guys start laughing. Confused, you turn to Derek to see him laughing as well. You stare at him, wanting an explanation. Still chuckling, he exclaims; “Y/n, these are my boys from when i was younger, we used to hunt together. but Boy, would i pay to see you do that again.”

Embarrassed you attacked his friend, you ask, “So they’re werewolves?”

“No, they’re just old buddies, this ones Paul and that ones Chris”. Derek says standing up, still laughing.

“You got a feisty one huh?” The man says.

You look at Derek, and start to storm away, when he grabs your wrist.

“Hey, hey baby it’s alright, i’m okay”, he says, the playfulness still lingering in his tone.

“Do you know, how scared I was! I thought you were gonna be killed, and you think this is funny? Do you not realize how much this town hates your kind? I mean you’re basically always on the run, so you never have time to just live!” You’re practically yelling at this point and cross your arms. You hated how loosely he took the fact, that his life is always in danger.

“i know, but i’m ok, really... I got you,” Still holding your hands, he walks closer to you, bringing his mouth to your ears. “Also, what you did was very badass, and very sexy”, he whispers, his breathe lingering on your earlobe. He stands in front of you again. You stare at him, and give up trying to knock some sense into him.

“Ugh you’re lucky I love your ass, and that i’m not a werewolf otherwise...”, you whisper under your breathe.

“You forget i can still hear you when you do that?” You turn around and start walking towards the kitchen, to grab something for your guests. “Guess i’ll just say it out loud next time. oh and by the way... Paul? He has a nice ass”, you say teasingly, quieter this time.

As you reach the kitchen, you turn to smirk at Derek, his face as red as his eyes.

“Shit, i’m in trouble tonight, aren’t i?”, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh you don’t know the half of it ma’am,” Derek says, a playful jealousy in his tone.

You walk into the kitchen with a smile on your face. God, you love this man.

——the next day——

You wake up to kisses on your arm, and someone nuzzling their nose in your neck.

“If this isn’t Derek, you better run man”, you say playfully.

“You think i’d let another man in here?” Derek chuckles, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning babe”.

You laugh, and turn around to take in the view that is your boyfriend. You give him a peck on the lips.

“Mornin’ baby”.

You both hear some noise outside your room and go out, to investigate, seeing Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison all sitting on the couch.

“Rise and shine, lovebirds”, Stiles teases you.

“Hey guys... What is with people breaking into your loft man?” You say to Derek more so than the pack.

“I don´t know”, he whispers.

You give Lydia and Allison a hug and they follow you to the kitchen and sit around the counter, where you pour yourself a glass of water.

“So how’s it going with you guys?” Allison squeals.

“Yeah it’s been like what, six months? You two are very good at keeping your relationship on the DL” Lydia adds in. You smile at their questions.

“Um it’s going... so good. he’s so.. different, in the best way.”

“Aw, you guys really do make a good couple.” Lydia states.

Her comment made you blush. “Yeah, Der’s amazing. he’s- he’s just-“, you look over at him to find him staring at you, “-A creep who’s listening to our conversation, come on D, seriously?”

“Hey, i couldn’t help it” he laughs, getting up to walk towards you.

“You know what?”’ you turn to your girls, “Everything i said about him? Forget about it. I hate the man.”

“Oh come on babe,” Derek says, approaching you. “If you hated me, your heart rate wouldn’t be going up right now”.

“Only because i loathe you,” you lie.

“Yeah well, it wouldn’t calm down after i do this,” He leans down to give you a soft, gentle kiss. You would’ve had a good response, but you are so smitten for him. Instead, you lightly flick him on his forehead, and turn around to put your glass in the sink.

“Oh is that the best you got, baby girl?”. He says in a low, seductive tone. You love it when he calls you that, and he knows it too. It’s not a nickname he uses often, so when he does it’s extra special.

“Ooh look at that, your heart rates gone up again. You know-“, You cut him off. You grab the neck of his shirt to pull him down, and attach your lips to his. Derek wraps his hands around your back, pulling you deeper into the kiss. After a while, Scott coughs, reminding you guys that there’s others in the room. You fix yourself and say “So what was so important, that you guys had to break in here?”

“Right so last time our plan went awry i’ll admit so this time...” Stiles starts explaining and everyone gathers around. You squeeze Derek’s hand, and he swings his arm around you.

You were content. You may be in danger half the time, but there was no one else you’d want to be with than Derek Hale.

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Hey so a little comment from me here; I changed some things here, mostly grammar. As a little tip; start more focusing on the small and capital letters. Especially when starting new sentences, make sure you´re using the captial letters. Also, be aware of the dots and commas, sometimes you used them very chaotically. Anyway, I really loved reaading this story! Keep writing and keep pushing.

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #derek hale #derek hale imagine #derek hale x reader #submission

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hannahindie · 6 years

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We’re No Heroes : Chapter 11

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Clint, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Sam, Bruce, Thor Word Count: 1,919 Warnings: Some language, angst, Sam and Nat cuteness, and I think that’s it. A/N: It’s chapter 11! Sorry for the delay, but it’s been busy around here. My dear sweet @amanda-teaches beta’d this for me, and I am so thankful! Thank you, darlin’!

The group is silent, the tension palpable as they all consider the conversation that is still hanging heavily over them.

“So you’re suggesting we march into Hell?” Tony breaks the silence, his voice loud in the deafening quiet.

“Not quite Hell. A, uh...a devil’s gate.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, a gate. That sounds so much better. And Hell would be what is behind this gate, am I correct?”

“....Yes.”

“Fantastic. Fan-fucking-tastic.” Steve frowns at Tony and he rolls his eyes. “Right, language. Like you don’t say fuck.” He sighs, then looks at the map of Central Park, the red darkening as time passes. “Why aren’t they leaving the gate? I thought you said this place was swarming?”

“It is,” Sam says as he walks over to the map, “with demons that were already topside. The gate isn’t open yet. Once the gate is open, thousands of them will pour out. This gate is easily five times bigger than the one we dealt with. If this gate opens…” He trails off at the thought, his gaze shifting to Dean.

“If this gate opens, Thanos and Crowley both get what they want. Problem is, we know Thanos will double cross Crowley. He’ll wait until he has the army he wants, an army that won’t die, he’ll get the stones, and, then, he’ll destroy everything Crowley thinks he has. There is no happy ending if that gate opens. We can’t let him do it.”

“How do we play a part in this? You’ve already said nothing can kill demons except for the knife.” Steve’s eyes are locked on the map, his brows furrowed as he contemplates what the Winchesters are telling them.

“It’s not the only thing. We have a gun, made by Samuel Colt. It fires specially made bullets, and we just happen to have the spell that creates more. I think we can get a little creative.”

“You think...you think? Have you ever used this spell on something other than bullets?” Tony shakes his head, “There is too much left to chance. You’re telling me that you’re just going to wing this?”

Dean shrugs, “That’s kind of how our lives work. We wing things using the knowledge that we already have. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. What we’ve always had on our side is smarts, and combine that with you guys...I think we’ve got a hell of a team.”

“Dean’s right. Our job is never black and white, and, though there are some set rules, generally speaking, we have to work with what we’ve got. We might not have time on our side, but what we do have is our knowledge and your technology. We already spooked Crowley with the Devil’s trap, he has no idea what we’re capable of. I’ve got a couple of ideas that I think will work, and we’ve got just enough time to test the theory. But we need all of you.”

Steve stands up, his arms crossed as he looks at the rest of the Avengers, “You really think your plan is going to work?”

Sam shrugs, “I honestly don’t know. I’m pretty confident, yea.”

Steve looks at Bucky, who nods silently. Steve acknowledges the movement and allows his arms to drop as he looks back at Sam, “We’ve done worse with less knowledge. Whatever you need, let us know.”

“Same here. Clint and I have done some questionable shit. Count me in.”

“Hell, if she’s in, I’m in. I gotta say, this sounds pretty freaking stupid, but then again, most of what we do kind of is, so...count me in.”

“Where Cap goes, I go. I figure you’ll need some wings in this operation, anyway.”

“Asgard is in safe hands for the time being, so I believe I can lend a hand. I am curious to see how this turns out. I am pretty fond of Midgard, after all. You have my hammer.”

“That leaves me and the green guy, I guess.” Tony sighs, shaking his head, “Fine. I’m in. This is incredibly insane, and I can’t see how it’s going to end well, but sure. Into Hell we go. Bruce?”

“I don’t see that I really have a choice in the matter. Let’s do it.”

Dean claps his hands, “Alright, there's some good news. Sammy, it's your turn. We've got work to do.”

“I'm going to need everyone's weapons and ammunition. Tony, I also need access to your computer system.”

“Sure thing, Sasquatch.”

“Great, you two nerd out with that. Now, the rest of you...how do you feel about tattoos?”

“Do you really think this is going to work?”

Sam looks up to see Clint watching him coat the tips of his silver arrows with the holy oil, sage, and myrrh that Dean had retrieved from the Impala. “Honestly, I don’t know. It works with silver bullets, so in theory, it should work on these arrows. Then again, the bullets work in tandem with the Colt so…”

“So it’s possible that the arrows won’t work because the bow isn’t made the same way as the Colt.”

“Exactly.” Sam lays down the last arrow and wipes his hands off on his jeans. “I guess we’re about to find out.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, "Signum est imitandum. Signum est imitandum." The arrow tips glow briefly, and when Sam opens his eyes, he sees the same etchings along their edges. “Well, that part at least worked.” He glances over and his gaze lands on Clint’s bow. “You’re probably not going to like this.”

“Like what?”

“I need to carve something into your bow.”

“Oh, hell no! No one touches my bow.”

“I don’t want to, but it’s going to double our chances that these arrows even work.”

“It’s not just that. You can’t just carve into it, it’s tough as hell. You aren’t going to cut into it like you’re whittling a piece of wood.”

“He won't have to.” They both turn to see Tony, grimacing as he flexes his arm while he walks towards him.

“What's wrong with your arm?”

“Same thing that's going to be wrong with yours. Head to the upstairs conference room, you've got some ink to get.”

“You've got a tattoo parlor in here?” Sam looks at Tony, mildly impressed.

“I called some people. It's under the table, but I'm not really supposed to have an unlicensed tattoo parlor in an office building, so let's keep it on the DL, huh?”

“Why are we getting ink?”

“Anti-possession tattoos. If we’re going to be fighting demons, we need to make sure we’re all clean. Trust me, being possessed is no fun.” Sam looks up from Clint’s bow and at Tony, “Why won't I have to carve it?”

“I can use a laser to etch whatever you want into their weapons, it's easier and faster. The only thing you'll have issue with is Cap’s shield. Vibranium is the strongest metal on the planet, and I don't have the power to even scratch it.”

“We could ask T’Challa,” Nat suggests as she crosses the room and sits next to Sam.

Tony shakes his head, “He's got enough to worry about right now. I don't want to involve Wakanda until we absolutely have to.”

“Tony, I think this might be that moment,” Natasha raises an eyebrow, “I can't really think of a better...or worse...one.”

“I'll think about it. In the meantime, we’ll come up with something for Cap.” Tony stares at Nat for a moment, and then smirks, “Where’s your ink?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?”

“That was the answer I was expecting. Hand me that bow, would ya? And, show me what you want carved into it.”

Sam finishes up the sketch he was working on and hands it to Tony, “It needs to say that exactly, and that symbol has to be accurate, too, or it won't work.”

“What does non timebo mala mean?”

“I will fear no evil.”

Tony scoffs, “Maybe you won't. Alright, let me see what I can do.” He walks off, leaving Sam and Nat alone.

“So, you've been doing this since you were a kid?”

Sam nods, “Yea, pretty much. I went to college for awhile, but some things happened, and I came back. This life doesn't really let you go that easily.”

“I understand that.” She falls silent, her eyes on her hands. “Children should never have to be soldiers, regardless of what war you're fighting.”

“No, they shouldn't.” Sam looks at Nat, her head down, and realizes they're more alike than he would have thought. “Luckily, some of us turn out okay, despite what we've seen, or done.”

She looks up at him and smiles, “Not everyone gets to save the world, huh?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.” He can't help but notice how green her eyes are in this light, a shifting shade of emerald that contrasts brilliantly against her red hair. He clears his throat, “I can work on your gun, now. This probably sounds like a dumb question, but do you happen to use silver bullets?”

She laughs, “No, not quite that fancy.”

He smiles in return, “I figured. I can take care of that, we've got some stuff in the trunk. If you could get everyone else as they come back so we can have everything lined up, I would appreciate it. I'll be right back.”

“Sure thing, Sammy.”

Sam opens his mouth to correct her, then shakes his head instead. He turns to walk away and then looks back over his shoulder, “Where is that tattoo, anyway?”

Nat grins, “Maybe you’ll find out when this is all said and done.” She winks, and watches as Sam chuckles and walks out of the room.

Dean walks into lounge to find Nat sitting alone. “Where’s Sam?”

“He said he was going to the car to get some stuff to make bullets.”

“How long ago was that?”

“I don't know...twenty minutes or so. Why?”

“I have the keys, he couldn't have gotten it. He's not been back?”

She shakes her head, “No, everyone's been in the upstairs conference room. I've been on my own.”

“Shit.” He fumbles his phone from his pocket and hits speed dial, frowning as the phone rings and rings. He hangs up and jams the phone back in his jeans. “He's not answering.”

“What's wrong?” Tony appears, Clint’s bow in hand.

“Sam’s gone.”

“What do you mean, ‘He's gone’? I just left him here.” He lays the bow down. “How can he be gone?”

“He went to get stuff to make bullets and now he's not answering his phone.”

“I'm going to go look for him. You guys stay here in case he comes back. I'll check the Impala, maybe I did leave it unlocked.” Dean leaves before anyone can respond, skipping the elevator and taking the stairs down to the parking garage. “Sammy!” he calls out, his voice echoing through the mostly empty space. “Where the hell did you go?” He slows to a stop at the Impala and sighs; there is no sign that Sam has been here. He pulls his phone out and calls him again, jumping slightly when he hears it ringing nearby. He follows the sound, walking around the Impala and kneeling down by the front bumper. Sam’s phone is vibrating loudly against the concrete, Dean’s face and number flashing dully behind the shattered screen. Dean hangs up his phone and picks up Sam’s, looking around.

“Sam, what the hell happened?”

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